Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 832 I Will Kill the Emperor

Makado leaned back in the psionicly crafted rattan rocking chair, holding a cup of tea, and closed his eyes contentedly, savoring the long-lost tranquility.

When the old man completely relaxed and revealed his true appearance to everyone, Rosie realized that Macado seemed to have aged a lot since the last time they met.

His exposed face and neck skin were looser and thinner, and some age spots-like pigmentation began to appear.

Those unfathomable pupils were deeply sunken into their sockets, making them look more like a dying refugee from a famine.

Although Macardo also appeared tired and listless during his reign in Terra, he still possessed the dignity of a ruler, and no one dared to underestimate this true imperial regent.

"What... exactly have you experienced in the past hundred years?"

"Don't tell me where you've gone to do hard labor."

Loxi's lips trembled, but she couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked Makado in a low voice.

Once he calmed down, Guilliman sat quietly to the side. He was indeed very angry about Macardo's behavior, but that didn't mean he would remain irrational forever.

Rationality was Guilliman's normal state most of the time.

"A hundred years? No, I don't even know how many years I've suffered."

"There is no concept of time in the subspace, but in my understanding of time, that period of time is much longer than a century."

Makado exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to be burning with fierce fire.

“After the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne, Waldo, I, and others received exclusive missions from the Emperor.”

"Everyone is only aware of their own mission, and must never disclose the details of their mission to other executors, not even the Primarch."

"Or rather, the Emperor's main purpose in doing this is to keep you Primarchs at bay."

Makado's astonishing words immediately stirred up a storm in the hearts of the four Primarchs.

Guilliman was undoubtedly the one who most clearly expressed his anger.

The Macurag man's chiseled features furrowed instantly, and deep furrows appeared on his forehead, as if his dissatisfaction was written all over his face.

Peturabo, on the contrary, had no complaints, even though he did have a dark history of betrayal.

Moreover, seeing that his other brothers were also being treated with such care by the Emperor, the Olympians felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

It's like if he fell into the water, and all the other brothers fell into the water too, then wouldn't everyone be the same?
Dorn maintained his serious, unsmiling expression. His thick, dark eyebrows were clustered together, and his strong, silver hair on his forehead resembled soldiers standing in formation, ready for battle.

Imperial Fist is willing to believe that the Emperor must have had his own special purpose in doing this, but the sense of loss in his heart is unavoidable.

Although Dorne may seem like an unshakeable rock, it doesn't mean he's truly without blood or tears, or incapable of feeling pain and torment.

During the Siege of Terra, these Primarchs should have proven their loyalty. Could it be that they still cannot truly gain the Emperor's trust?

The Lord of Fire Dragons lowered his head in deep thought. He had grown accustomed to the Emperor's endless plans and methods, just like when he was entrusted with the Seven Hammer Amulets alone, and even his other brothers didn't know what he was doing.

"I know this may be very difficult for you to accept, but I can only say that all this caution and prudence is necessary."

Macardo sighed as well. He didn't want to treat the meritorious people of the Empire and humanity this way either, but in this matter, the Primarch's loyalty might be exploited.

"Let's get back to the topic we started with, which is what kind of task the Emperor has given us."

"As you all know now, the Emperor chose to ascend the Golden Throne and enter an indefinite slumber in order to suppress the Dark Lord."

"But simply lying dormant is not enough. The only result of doing so is to prolong the problem until it can no longer be suppressed and then it will completely erupt, and then everyone will be doomed."

"What we want has never been to prolong our lives, but to find a way to completely solve this huge problem."

"After all, although humanity suffered trauma during the Horus Rebellion, it did not damage its foundation. As long as we overcome the difficulties, humanity's future hope remains."

"The only problem is the Dark Lord, so the Emperor's plan revolves around the goal of eliminating the Dark Lord."

A realization dawned on Loxi's eyes. Just as he had guessed, Macado and the vanished Waldo must have been instructed by the Emperor to set up some contingency plans to help the Emperor fight against the Dark Lord.

Now that Makado is willing to show his face, it is highly likely that he has completed his mission, the grand plan has been successfully completed, and he is no longer afraid of any unexpected interference.

"The Dark Lord is the other side of the same coin as the Emperor. In a sense, your loyalty to the Emperor is loyalty to the Dark Lord. It is too difficult to draw a clear line between the two, and we dare not gamble on this possibility."

"Even the most loyal Primarch may commit unforeseen grave mistakes because of their loyalty!"

Upon hearing Makado's explanation, Guilliman finally understood.

Macardo and his companions are tasked with helping the Emperor fight the Dark Lord.

But if the Dark Lord discovers their plan and uses the Primarch's loyalty to turn against Macado and his allies, then things will get very complicated.

An extermination brute like Ryan Johnson, who is loyal only to the Emperor, will carry out orders without question, regardless of the consequences.

Caliban's Lion is a very useful weapon, but if the Dark Lord were to wield it, it would be an absolutely terrifying disaster for the Empire.

Who can truly be certain that when the body on the golden throne speaks or delivers a revelation, the one who truly gives the instruction is the Emperor himself, or the so-called Dark Lord?

The Dark Lord is to humanity what the Prince of Pleasure is to the Eldar; in addition to the aspect of a Chaos God, they also possess the aspect of a racial god.

Compared to other chaotic evil gods, the Black King's real trouble lies in the fact that he can directly affect the human race itself, including the Emperor, the ruler of mankind.

No matter how powerful the four Chaos Gods are, their foundation is still in the warp, separated by the veil of the real universe. The Emperor can completely suppress these great enemies in the real universe.

Seeing that the Primarchs had quieted down, Makado began to recount his mission.

"The Emperor himself has fallen into a deep sleep, which has not only suppressed the Dark Lord but also bought us valuable time."

"We have used many methods, including using toxic beliefs to alter and distort the Lord of Darkness."

Of course, judging from the current situation, the Dark Lord has also taken countermeasures, and the current internal religious conflict within the state religion is a clear manifestation of this.

"My task is to go deep into the warp to find an existence that can truly threaten the essence of the Emperor."

"You may call it Draconion. It is the end of the empire, the echo of the first murder in human history, an ancient and chaotic demon, and the purest malice toward humanity."

Makado waved his right hand, and a phantom that looked like some kind of two-handed greatsword appeared before everyone's eyes, but was constantly changing its form as a warp demon.

When Draconion appears in its greatsword form, a faint golden light appears on its hilt, a hideous demon skull is branded on the hilt, and countless pained faces wander across the red and blue blade.

The serrated protrusions extend outward from its blade, but are not as densely distributed as those on a chainsaw.

Upon seeing the demonic sword named Draconion, everyone present—whether it was the Primarch, an immortal like Lothie, or Danteok who had possessed a fragment of the Celestial God—felt a deep-seated disgust and unease.

It was not a tangible fear, but an intangible one, more like a desecration of spiritual pollution.

It felt as if if I looked at him any longer, Draconian would stir up my most primal malice and fear.

Even a gentle and kind Primarch like Vulcan felt something was amiss in his heart, and his gaze toward his other brothers became strange.

In that instant, an absurd thought crossed Vulcan's mind: he wanted to test whether his Dawnbringer warhammer could crack the skull of a stubborn rock like Roger Dorn.

He harbored no hatred or grudge against Dorne; he simply wanted to test whether it was feasible.

It's like a young, ignorant child pouring boiling water into an ant's burrow; like a naive, innocent child, full of curiosity and a desire to explore, tearing off a grasshopper's limbs and then piercing its body through its excrement with a blade of grass.

The Dawnbringer in Vulcan's hand suddenly glowed with a scarlet light, flashing like a signal light, warning its master not to have such dangerous thoughts.

Only those with pure hearts, as vibrant and upward-striving as the rising sun, can perfectly wield the Dawn Messenger.

More than a weapon, it is a benchmark, measuring the weight of one's heart.

"Don't look at it, this thing has a strange magic."

"It will stir up the primal malice within us."

Vulcan roared in a low voice, swinging his warhammer with a deafening clang like the clashing of an anvils.

Everyone immediately snapped out of their strange state and stopped looking directly at the phantom of Draconion released by Macado, as if it were some kind of abyss tempting people to fall.

Makado was surprised to see that Vulcan was the first to react.

He had thought it would be Dorn, after all, the will of the Imperial Fist was unparalleled in the world, even among the Primarchs.

If a Primarch like Mortarion had even half the resolve of Dorn, he wouldn't have been so foolish as to turn to Chaos.

"Yes, that's how terrifying Draconion is. Although it is just a Chaos Demon, because it was born from the primal malice of humanity, it has a great restraining effect on all humans."

"For beings involving the subspace, mechanics-based restraint is far more important than numerical superiority. It is a symbolic form of targeting, and even if you are powerful, you will still be affected."

As Makado spoke, the image of the Emperor suddenly came to Rosie's mind.

Isn't the one who holds the seal the Lord of Humanity?

The Emperor's power is immense, but he is still human, so he is naturally subject to Draconian's restraint and targeting.

Makado continued, "Back during the War of the Web, when the Emperor led the Culled Guard, the Silent Sisters, the Sun Auxiliary Forces, and the Mechanicus forces against the warp demons, Draconion was on the battlefield."

"Even the most elite Imperial Guards are as weak as lambs before this demon. Its sharpness easily cuts through the radiant gold armor and tears apart the flesh forged by perfect alchemy."

"The Emperor had to fight personally, but he was still pierced through the body by the Stone Age Terran warlord that Draconion had transformed into, and suffered serious injuries."

"In order to continue the fight, the Emperor removed Draconion from his body and then sealed him inside the body of the Tribunal of the Imperial Guard, La Endymion."

"Ra and Draconion disappeared into the depths of the Web, their whereabouts unknown. But we all know that no matter how strong the will of the Custodian is, his body will eventually succumb to the erosion of the warp energy and the corruption of Draconion."

Everyone present held Ra Endymion in high esteem; this tribune had protected the emperor with his life and ensured the continuation of humanity's future.

Lothie could even picture it: Macardo, alone, leaving Terra, following the gap in the underground network of the palace into the depths of the warp, searching with great difficulty, and finally bringing Draconion, humanity's nemesis, back to the real universe.

"You went to great lengths to banish Draconian back then, and now you're going to all that trouble to bring him back. Do you intend to...?"

Following the information provided by Makado, Rosie deduced a shocking result.

“That’s right. My purpose in finding Draconion is to personally plunge him into the Emperor’s chest if necessary.”

“I want to kill the Emperor,” Macado said helplessly, but no one could accept this method.

What a joke! Killing the Emperor, killing humanity's most powerful protector, is tantamount to suicide.

"Don't rush to refute me. I can only say that this is the Emperor's own arrangement. He will not allow the Dark Lord to awaken. If he can't hold on any longer, he will immediately try to kill himself with Draconion, while also severely damaging the Dark Lord."

"But if I may be so bold, even Draconion, who has a natural advantage against humans, could not completely kill the Emperor."

"The Emperor and the Black King are two sides of the same coin. I don't believe that a god on the same level as the Chaos Gods can be destroyed by Draconion."

Lothie said in a deep voice, for he understood the terror of the Chaos Gods better than any of the Primarchs.

These beings are already conceptual entities; they are the convergence of various emotional forces and souls. As long as intelligent life exists in countless multiverses, they cannot be completely eradicated.

"Yes, you are right. Even Draconion cannot completely kill the Emperor, but this will create an opportunity for us."

Makado suddenly smiled mysteriously, then continued to add.

"Killing the Emperor is only the first step in the plan; the more important part is the subsequent plan."

"Do you intend to completely sever your connection with the Black King by killing the Emperor and then resurrecting him?"

Loshi asked, puzzled, but as soon as he said it, he realized it was really not feasible.

If dying once could separate the Emperor and the Black King, then the Emperor wouldn't have gone to so much trouble; he could have just done it directly.

“We cannot divide it; it is beyond everyone’s capabilities, not even the Emperor,” Macado said.

“You’ve misunderstood the most basic objective: what we need is not to kill the Dark Lord, that’s impossible; we just need the Dark Lord to remain relatively docile.”

"The Chaos Gods may be weakened, but killing them is completely unimaginable, at least within our understanding, it is impossible."

“We hope to liberate the Emperor. He is the most important guide for mankind. The Emperor should not waste all his precious life on the Golden Throne and endlessly consume the Black King.”

"Then the conclusion is obvious. Since the Emperor and the Black King are currently locked in a stalemate and fighting against each other, with neither able to completely suppress the other, we need to introduce a third variable that can affect the balance."

"A system with three variables is the most stable form."

As Makado finished speaking, the veil that had been covering Rosie's eyes was suddenly torn away, revealing part of a grand plan.

Just thinking about the whole plan, Rose could feel the unimaginable ambition and confidence of its creators.

"The state religion has existed to this day, and it has gathered the almost endless faith power of billions of people in the entire Milky Way."

"Although this period of time is only a short hundred years, it is enough to stir up huge waves in the sea of ​​warp."

“Countless humans worship the Emperor, or rather, the God-Emperor in their hearts, and the existence of the God-Emperor undoubtedly takes away a portion of the Black King’s power.”

"Once the emperor dies, all the faith power of humanity within him will lose its vessel."

By guiding the flow, we can then condense the power of faith within the Emperor and a portion of the Dark Lord's authority into a tangible, existing divine emperor.

"The Emperor will be freed from the heavy burden of human faith, and the God-Emperor will take his place, sit on the Golden Throne, and continue to receive the endless power of human faith."

"At that time, the Emperor, the God Emperor, and the Black King will form a stable balance, just like the Holy Trinity of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit in the ancient religious system."

"The portion of the Dark Lord belonging to the human god will be stripped away and divided, while the God-Emperor will remain as the human god, eternally locked in a stalemate with the Dark Lord."

"As long as the God Emperor is not destroyed, the Black King cannot awaken. In fact, the Emperor and the God Emperor can continue to use the Black King's power, since they are a trinity."

Makado downed his tea in one gulp, while Rosie and the others remained sitting there, stunned.

This, this is fucking amazing!

This is a living, breathing project to create a god, and a great god capable of rivaling the Dark Lord, one of the eight stars of chaos.

"Everyone, could someone pour me a cup of tea to soothe my throat? I've been working so hard for so long, I deserve a break, don't I?"

Guilliman immediately realized what was happening and hurriedly served tea and water to the person in charge of the seal.

His resentment and anger towards Makado have long since vanished; compared to this grand plan, all sacrifices are worthwhile.

Even if he were to remain in the position of Imperial Commander and work diligently for ten thousand years, Guilliman would be perfectly content as long as the plan succeeded.

He knew perfectly well that as long as the emperor could break free from his shackles, this human empire, which had lost the drive to advance during the Great Expedition, would once again become vibrant and energetic.

"Actually, this plan didn't come about suddenly. We had similar ideas a long time ago, but we never implemented them."

Beside Macardo, Guilliman served him tea and water, Roger Dorn rocked his wicker chair, and Vulcan and Peturabo stood by like guardian deities, enjoying a very comfortable time.

But everyone understands that Macardo deserves all of this.

Without the Draconion he brought back, the Emperor could not have been truly severely wounded and killed, and the Black King would not have been severely wounded as well, giving them the opportunity to split the authority and create a God-Emperor.

"What do you mean?" Rosie was giving Macado plenty of face.

“Initially, Neos and I devised this plan to help him mitigate the effects of the power of mortal faith on him.”

“Bearing too much faith power will affect even an emperor, making him more and more like a god. Especially with that guy Luo Jia constantly making things worse, it gives Neos a real headache.”

Luo Xi was stunned for a moment, then realized that it seemed to be true.

When the Great Crusade was still in full swing, the core ideology of the Empire was to advocate the materialistic truth of the Empire. At that time, humanity's faith in the Emperor was not so strong.

However, Luo Jia, this fanatical believer, insisted on promoting personality cult and deifying faith, which slowed down the expedition's efficiency.

That's why the Emperor sent Robert Guilliman to bring destruction to the City of Perfection in order to intimidate Luo Jia.

"However, at that time we were unaware of the existence of the Dark Lord, so our plan was to create a triune balance between the Emperor, the God Emperor, and the Om Messiah."

"It is only because of your unexpected appearance that the Emperor chose to strip Om Messiah away and transfer this authority and power to you to wield."

This was the first time Loshi had ever known that the Emperor had so many secret plans. Did he already have so many arrangements planned when he first arrived on Mars and promoted the establishment of the Mechanicus?

is it possible?

"Where did Navaldo go? If he still carries the Emperor's mission, then he must also be a key part of this grand plan."

"You're all set up here, but Waldo hasn't returned yet. Doesn't that mean the plan can't proceed smoothly?"

Faced with Rosie's question, Macado lowered his head in thought.

"My mission and Waldo's mission are completely independent and completely confidential, so even I don't know what the situation is like for the Imperial Guard Marshal."

"However, we can have complete confidence in Waldo. He is a close comrade of the Emperor, just like me, and his abilities are in no way inferior to mine, especially when carrying out these important tasks concerning the Emperor."

"So I estimate that Waldo will also be returning to the Empire soon. After all, the news that you destroyed the Ghoul Orc Empire is a striking signal, which signifies that the Empire will shift from external wars to internal conflicts."

"I only decided to show myself and tell you the truth after I saw you conquer the throne world of the Orc Empire and kill that Orc Emperor."

The smile on Rosie's face froze instantly.

Guilliman's anger flared up again, though he still suppressed it, his dissatisfaction was evident in his tone.

"So you just watched us fight our way to the Greenskins? And then you hid on some unknown planet, calmly observing how things unfolded?"

When Guilliman was fighting the orc warlord Bloodhowl Zak, he desperately hoped that his other brothers, or perhaps Makado, would appear at the crucial moment and lend him a helping hand.

Now that he knows Makado might be hiding somewhere spying on him, he is even more furious.

"Hey, hey, hey, fighting is your job. Even during the Great Expedition, I was stationed in the rear, cleaning up the mess for your father."

"You can't expect me to handle everything, can you? As it turns out, my judgment was correct. You did an excellent job of destroying the orc empire and defending the status of humanity."

"And with Rosie around, he can be of much more help than I can be."

Since Macardo has already said that, what else can Guilliman criticize?

"Now that the war is over, we should consider how to bring the empire back on the right track."

Guilliman quietly skipped the original topic and shifted the focus to the internal conflicts within the Empire.

"Elfreda, this mad pope of the state religion, cannot be allowed to live. The shadow of the Dark King is behind her. Killing her is also cutting off one of the Dark King's tentacles of influence and control over the empire."

"With our support, Qile has already rallied a religious force to counter the influence from Terra."

Macardo also sighed softly; he hadn't expected the High Lords Council he left behind to be so utterly incompetent.

Leaving aside the fact that the Dark Lord had influence and support behind Elfreda's rise to power, the other high lords were simply taken into custody after the coup, with few effective measures taken to restore order.

How can these incompetent people govern this empire well?

Perhaps under current conditions, the kind of political system in the emperor's mind, where humans govern themselves, is unsustainable.

The Emperor was someone who had personally experienced both the Golden Age and the Dark Age of Technology. In his impression and understanding, humanity had no problem governing itself and did not need any superhuman politics.

But times have changed. Before they can completely expel the influence of the warp and lead the entire human race onto the path of transcendence, the Empire still needs a strong leader to control the situation.

Relying solely on high-ranking officials is insufficient to maintain centralized power at critical moments. These elites, selected from countless ordinary officials, are also destined to be entangled by their own interests and positions.

High lords may still exist, but their power will be reduced, and their status will fall from their current position as rulers of the empire.

Perhaps Guilliman should step down as Supreme Commander of the Empire and become Regent?
The imperial commander-in-chief is, after all, in charge of the military field and does not have reasonable authority over the domestic affairs and ideological fields.

However, the Imperial Regent is different. It is a very broad position, and he can interfere with anything that the empire has.

Makado's gaze lingered on Guilliman for two seconds, and the Macurags immediately seemed to bristle, their bodies filled with a sense of unease.

Who is it? Who wants to harm me?!
Guilliman silently made up his mind that once he had dealt with this mess, he would immediately head back to Macurag.

He wanted to go back to see Ms. Euton and stay by her side, and no one could stop him.

(End of this chapter)