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

Chapter 838 Guilliman: I love you, Mom
“Thank you for your hospitality, madam,” Rose’s voice was relaxed, a sound she hadn’t felt in a long time.

He slumped lazily in the wicker chair, the sunlight filtering through the clear wine glass, casting a warm glow on the amber-colored liquor.

"It's been so long since I've been able to sit down quietly like this, have a cup of tea, and savor a sip of wine. I haven't had a proper rest since I came back, and I can only catch my breath today."

In the central garden of Hera Fortress, the lake water gently laps against the shore in the breeze, and the mist mixed with the scent of grass caresses your face.

Opposite Rose, Ms. Eulton also held a cup, a gentle smile on her face. Time had left its mark, but it could not conceal the composure and elegance in her bones.

"The wine you are drinking now was brewed by my own hands the year I left Makulag for Terra."

"They waited in the cellar for a century before finally seeing the light of day again."

Ms. Ewton said softly, her gaze fixed on the shimmering lake.

Loshi was taken aback, then realized that this was a celebratory drink that Ms. Yoton had prepared for Guilliman.

Even she herself did not expect that a century would pass before this celebratory wine came in handy.

"Does he know about this?" Rose asked.

"Him?" Yodon smiled helplessly, then tilted his glass slightly and took a small sip.

"Like his father, King Connor, he had no interest in these things and was a true political fanatic."

"He had just returned from Terra and fought another tough battle. Before he could even catch his breath, he plunged into the political files of the past hundred years, saying he wanted to examine the results of Gage's handling of the matter."

“Even though Gage and the others would send Star Language reports to Robert after handling important political affairs, and he would reply to each one, he still did it.”

As Ms. Ewton spoke, there was a sense of helplessness in her tone.

Loxi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"That's Guilliman for you. Even though he's exhausted from the political affairs in Terra, he'll be back to full strength after just a little rest."

“He was even uncomfortable with the feeling of wasting time when he was not allowed to handle government affairs. He only felt at ease when he was surrounded by documents and writing brushes.”

"He cares about Ottaramar more than he cares about the Empire, especially Ottaramar."

Ms. Eorton covered her mouth with the back of her hand and chuckled softly. Time had left its mark on her face, but it could not conceal the elegance and composure that emanated from her.

"You really understand him. He certainly has a lot of friends, but there are probably very few as close as you."

"Do you know why Guilliman is so concerned about Altramer?" Losi countered.

"Oh? Is it because this is his fiefdom? And the people of Ottara are his roots?"

“No, no, that’s only one of the reasons,” Losi said, shaking her head.

"The root cause is that Guilliman is a farmer at heart. In his eyes, only Ottara is the small plot of land that he can cultivate and pass down to his family."

"As for the human empire, it was the common property of a large family, the property of his father, so Guilliman was not as comfortable in Terra as he was in Macragge."

"Compared to the rumored ambitious king, Guilliman is more like an honest farmer. He doesn't covet other people's land, and he's afraid that his own fields will be ruined. Sometimes he seems... a bit too stingy."

"He knew he could not take over the family business of the Empire, nor did he want to. Therefore, when he was forced to take charge of Terra and manage the Empire, he felt resentful that his labor was being used for free and that he was doing all the work for nothing."

"After all, for a farmer who needs to tend to his fields and manage his crops, he doesn't even have time to take care of his own fields, let alone waste his time managing public land. In the end, he does all the work for nothing and gets into trouble. It's just awful."

Hearing Rose's "farmer theory," even the most composed Ms. Eudon couldn't help but laugh so hard her shoulders shook.

“Lohi, you are truly a remarkable person. I’m afraid you are the only one in the entire galaxy who doesn’t think of Lobout as a monarch, but rather as a stingy farmer.”

Her gaze unconsciously shifted to the lakeside: "As for that guy who freeloaded the farmer's labor..."

By the lake, Makado, dressed only in a thin shirt, sat as if in deep meditation, clutching a sharpened twig as a fishing rod.

With Makado's hearing, it was impossible for him not to hear the conversation between Rosie and Ms. Eudon, but he was completely absorbed in it and oblivious to the outside world.

"Doesn't the Master of the Seals seem to have heard us talking about him?" Ms. Eudon said softly, lowering her voice.

“He’s just pretending to be stupid. You wait, I have a way to get him to listen,” Luo Xi suddenly said with a smile.

"I remember there were lots of fish in this lake, so how come someone's fish basket is still empty after fishing for so long?"

"No way, no way!"

Macado, who had his back to the two men, visibly stiffened, then slowly turned around, his old face scrunched up in a frown.

"Who said I was in the Air Force?!"

"Don't slander someone's innocence out of thin air!"

Before he could finish speaking, the fishing rod in his hand suddenly sank.

The calm lake surface suddenly burst open with a huge splash as a strange fish, weighing several hundred pounds, covered in thick, bluish-black scales and with protruding fangs, began to struggle wildly.

According to information that Loshi found in the Ptolemaic Library in Mackrag, during the Great Colonial Era, humans brought Terra's fish to Mackrag and then genetically modified them to adapt to the environment.

Whether genetically modified fish can still be considered fish is a debatable question.

Makado and the strange fish got into a fight.

When the strange fish realized it couldn't drag the old human, it suddenly leaped ashore and opened its blood-red mouth to bite.

Unfortunately, the old man it encountered was one of the strongest among humans, and many Chaos Demons would flee in terror at the sight of him.

Marcado, no longer bothering to pretend, raised his hand and punched the fish on the head. With a muffled "thud," the fish immediately went limp and lay still, clearly dead.

He used his psionic powers to lift the behemoth, beaming with pride: "See that? Who dares to challenge my Air Force?"

“I clearly saw you use your psionic powers to force that fish to take the bait,” Rosie said, directly exposing the truth.

"Do you have any evidence?" Makado retorted.

"Shut up if you have no evidence! Will it kill you to say less?"

Loshi was speechless for a moment. If Makado really wanted to hide, even his current psychic powers might not be able to find any trace of him.

"Sigh, I still miss the old one who held the seal, at least he wouldn't cheat."

“Hahaha!” Macado laughed, his mustache twitching. “The one who holds the seal is the one who holds the seal, and Macado is Macado. Once you sit in that position, you will no longer be yourself.”

"The same is true for Neos and the Emperor. When he sits on that throne, he becomes the Emperor, not Neos."

Having satisfied his fishing cravings, Macardo took a seat to enjoy the wine and food.

"I'm going to waste time now, to make up for the time I squeezed out of the past."

"As for your claim that I took advantage of that old farmer Guilliman for free..." Makado clicked his tongue, "I'm wronged too. If Neos hadn't come up with so many earth-shattering plans, would I have had to lower myself to fool him?"

Makado actually felt guilty about forcing Guilliman to stay in Terra while he himself disappeared.

He glanced at Ms. Euton with a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment.

He had tricked someone's son and had his past exposed in front of the mother. Even with his thick skin, he couldn't sit still any longer and had to pretend to be focused on fishing.

Of course, this was definitely not because Macado wanted to go fishing.

How insightful Ms. Euton was!
Her political wisdom is definitely among the best of ordinary people; she rarely acts impulsively.

From the seal bearer's behavior, Ms. Yodon realized the intention he was trying to convey: he was apologizing for forcibly keeping Guilliman in Terra.

Since Makado had already offered a veiled apology, she naturally gave him a way out and didn't say anything more.

Marcado downed the wine in one gulp, the ice-cold liquid slurping down his throat. Even this immortal being, who had lived since the end of the Dark Ages, praised the wine as excellent.

"Vulcan has now left Macurag and gone all over the galaxy to find his green-skinned boy."

Roche deliberately changed the subject, bringing up the situation in Vulcan.

"I really didn't expect that you would actually make all of this a reality. The orc emperor Vulgan sounds even more outrageous than Mortalian, who was injected with half of Eldar genes by the Eldar goddess Elsa."

A strange expression appeared on Makado's face.

He was present when the Emperor was in the genetic laboratory beneath Terra Palace, working with many technological sages to advance the Primarch Project.

He witnessed firsthand how these genetic prototypes, possessing extraordinary physical bodies and subspace essence, grew little by little from embryos in the amniotic fluid chamber.

However, because of that crazy woman Erda's foolish actions, the Warp found an opportunity to directly throw the Primarchs' amniotic fluid chambers to various parts of the galaxy, separating them from their original growth environment.

The Primarchs fell into different environments and were affected by uncontrollable factors, which led to their later forms.

However, in retrospect, the impact of falling to different planets was far less significant than the later impact on Mortalian and Vulcan.

Of the remaining loyal Primarchs, only these two were truly unique: one possessed Eldar genes, and the other became the Orc Emperor.

Makado was actually unsure himself; he didn't know whether this change was good or bad.

"It's outrageous, but in the end, the benefits outweigh the drawbacks."

"As long as Vulcan is still alive, the Ork's blade will forever remain in the hands of humankind."

Once Vulcan completes his galactic journey and brings all the Ork he encounters under his command, the Empire will no longer be troubled by the Ork.

"Furthermore, these troubles will become an asset to humanity. If we prepare to launch a counterattack against the warp in the future, the Orks will definitely be of great use."

Marcado was no longer worried. Since things had already come to this point, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and move forward.

There's nothing more to worry about than this; a lot of lice won't itch, and a lot of debt won't weigh you down.

"Hopefully, when Neos awakens from the Golden Throne and discovers that he not only has a daughter of Eldar but also a son with green skins, he will be able to remain calm."

Ms. Euton sat to the side, holding a wine glass in her hand, and then winked.

Is it better for her not to know these unorthodox secrets?
Compared to these Primarchs, her Guilliman was simply the best child in the world.

The older Ms. Eudon got, the more obvious her longing and dependence on Guilliman became.

Perhaps in the past she would have been busy handling government affairs and managing all aspects of Macurag, but now, due to her declining energy, she rarely manages those trivial matters anymore.

Even the valiant lords like Gage and Lamiad dared not let Lady Yoton overwork herself.

They were well aware that the Primarch's foster mother's body was deteriorating due to aging; after all, mortals were not Astartes, and the difference in their physical condition and lifespan was too great.

Everyone knew how important Ms. Euton was to Guilliman, and if the day ever came when they had to say goodbye, only God knows how much grief Guilliman would feel.

Ms. Eaton was also aware of what her "grandchildren" were worried about, and she also hoped to spend more time with Guilliman.

However, no matter how much it is delayed, that day will eventually come.

Ms. Ewton herself even had a premonition that she was not far from meeting King Connor.

Before that day actually arrives, she must be prepared to entrust those around Guilliman to care for him in her place.

Even if these preparations can only alleviate Guilliman's pain and sorrow by a little, it will be worthwhile.

“Loshi,” Ms. Eudon put down her glass, her voice calm but serious, “I…have a favor to ask of you.”

Losi, who was arguing with Makado, immediately stopped and listened attentively to what Ms. Eudon was about to say.

Ms. Euton took a deep breath and then said.

“Lobout is the Primarch, and I am just a mortal.” Mrs. Eudon’s eyes seemed to recall another conversation she had with Lothie a hundred years ago.

“A century ago, I sensed that I might not be able to stay by Guilliman’s side forever, and now I am even more certain of it.” “In order to wait for Guilliman’s return, I underwent many life-extending surgeries. The bio-sages of Mustafa used the best technology and the most precious materials to extend my physical lifespan.”

"They once suggested that if I wanted to live longer, I would need to replace my body with mechanical or even more extreme biochemically modified organs."

Ms. Euton spread out her hands, seemingly imagining what it would feel like to have a metal body.

"But I refused them. I wanted to keep my body intact and walk to the end with dignity."

“I am a woman, and women always love beauty. I don’t want to fill my body with a bunch of things that don’t belong to me and become like Barker Dylan—a monster in a metal shell.”

Loshi immediately thought of the Dylan casting director: his body had been modified to be the size of a room, and he needed to rely on anti-gravity devices to move. Underneath his robes were various implanted and replaced modified organs.

For mechanical sages, the higher the level, the greater the degree of modification, and the lower the meat content.

A sage of the level of the casting director might only have a pitiful amount of flesh and blood left on his body, just to show that he is still human.

It's no wonder that Ms. Eudon was unwilling to accept their continued transformation. For a woman who had lived an elegant life, being transformed into such a terrifying monster was a punishment worse than death.

Rosie fell silent; he could understand the dignity that belonged to mortals.

“I know that if that day comes, Robert will definitely come to you to prolong my life, but I hope you will refuse his request.” Mrs. Euton looked into Rose’s eyes with pleading.

Loxi was taken aback, but then he spoke:

"If you're worried about having those mechanical implants implanted in your body, I have other ways to achieve better results and will never make you look like the casting director."

"No," Ms. Euton still refused.

"I know exactly what life extension surgery is all about. Compared to physical aging, the aging of the soul is the truly irreversible thing."

I am but a mortal; my soul cannot sustain this indefinitely, and the outcome will be the same in the end.

"Instead of going through all that trouble, it's better to be straightforward." Ms. Eudon's face showed no fear of death, only a calm acceptance of life and death.

“We Makulaq people have never been afraid of death. My life has been wonderful enough. Even if I go to another world, I can proudly tell Connor about my life. I have not let him down.”

"I have raised the greatest and most outstanding monarch in the five hundred years of Ottara's history!" Ms. Yotton's eyes shone.

"And I also raised the best son."

Even Makado was impressed by Ms. Eudon's open-mindedness and carefree attitude.

It's no wonder that Guilliman became the most normal of all the Primarchs; this is undoubtedly closely related to the teachings of Lady Eudon and King Connor.

If it had been Connor and Lady Eudon who raised all the Primarchs, perhaps there wouldn't have been so many Primarchs with terrible personalities and serious personality defects.

Makado thought to himself, feeling very regretful.

"No, it's not that there's no way out. Besides the life-extending surgery, there's another way that can completely solve the problem."

Rose and Ms. Eudon immediately looked at Macado, the one who had the seal, who seemed particularly excited.

Macardo maintained his composure, but inwardly he was even more anxious than Yodton.

Yodon probably felt that whether she lived or died was no big deal. She had lived for so long, she had already lived enough, and it was better to die cleanly than to go through all that trouble.

However, in Makado's view, one of the important roles of Ms. Yotton is that she is Guilliman's anchor!
As long as Ms. Eudon is alive, Guilliman is the kind and honest Primarch, a Macurag farmer.

It can be said that as long as Yotton is alive, Guilliman will not have any outrageous thoughts; she is simply Guilliman's external human anchor.

If Euton dies, who knows if Guilliman will undergo a complete personality change, or even become unstable due to the shock.

Most importantly, Macado is already planning that once Waldo returns, they will implement the Emperor's plan and completely reshape the High Lords, placing the Imperial Regents in charge of the High Lord Council.

Guilliman was the regent chosen by Macardo.

The Makula have proven their strong governing ability over a century of practice; as long as they are in charge, the empire is as stable as a mountain and no major changes will occur.

Even the one who holds the seal himself believes that he could never have done what Guilliman did.

As the tool he had chosen... as regent, Macardo would not allow Guilliman to undergo any unexpected changes.

Guilliman did a great job, so there's no need for that old guy to go back to his old job. He's been busy for so long, he should have retired long ago.

"Do you still remember Tantric Buddhism?" Makado asked intently.

"The Tantric sect is a group composed of several ancient alien beings. Their history is exceptionally ancient, and they have been interfering in human affairs at various points in time."

Upon hearing Makado mention it, Rosie immediately recalled someone: Agent John.

This agent, John, is a spokesperson for the cult. He went to Macragge because he was guided by the cult's higher-ups to kill the Fire Dragon Lord with the Lightning Stone Spear, thereby weakening the human faction.

However, during the mission, Agent John realized how wrong his actions were; he was extinguishing the hope of the human race.

Therefore, John turned against Vulcan and used his own life to help him complete the resurrection.

“John is not an isolated case. He also has a friend named Damon Pritanis, who is also an agent of the Cult. He is an immortal from the same era as you, and he even fought on Iwo Jima.” Macardo spoke quickly.

"Neither John nor Damon were born immortals. It was the cult that used their unknown techniques to artificially transform them into immortals."

Loxi was stunned for a moment. He really didn't know these inside details. Only Makado, who controlled the Assassin's Court and the Inquisition and had countless sources of intelligence, could know them in such detail.

“We can use this esoteric technique to transform Ms. Yotton into an immortal.”

“Even Damon has lived from the second millennium of humankind to the present day, so there’s no reason why Ms. Eudon can’t live just as long.”

Upon hearing Makado's reminder, Rosie's eyes lit up.

Yes, how could he forget about the esoteric religion, such a lucrative target?

Tantric Buddhism has always been like a rat hiding in the dark, occasionally popping out to take a bite out of people.

They are also in an opposing camp to Chaos, but they do not treat humans as allies at all.

Instead, they believed that the existence of humanity fueled the power of the Warp, and that only by completely annihilating humanity would the Warp's encroachment cease.

It's better to eliminate such organizations to prevent them from popping up again and suddenly attacking humanity.

Loshi grasped Ms. Eudon's slightly cool hand, wanting to convey strength and confidence to her.

“Madam, you must pull yourself together. Guilliman needs you.”

"Think about how heartbroken he would be if he knew you were leaving him. And now we have a way to solve your problem, it just takes a little time."

"Just tell Guilliman that the cult has the technology to grant his mother a long life, and all you have to do is wait patiently."

Ms. Eudon was also taken aback by the two-person act between Rosie and Macado. A look of confusion and doubt flashed in her eyes, but she suppressed it.

If given the chance to live, no one would want to die. Ms. Euton simply chose to leave in a more dignified manner rather than make an unnecessary struggle when faced with inevitable death.

But now hope is at hand. Makado and Rosie said they have a way, so why not give it a try?

"In that case, I'll leave it to you." Ms. Eudon bowed slightly, her voice carrying a barely perceptible sob and expectation.

Perhaps there really was a strange telepathic connection between mother and son. Just as Rosie and Makado were discussing how to find and wipe out the cult in one fell swoop, Guilliman suddenly showed up.

The Lord of Limits looked energetic and refreshed; after a short rest, the fatigue from the war had been completely washed away.

Guilliman is the kind of person with boundless energy; if he were to be idle all the time, he would actually cause trouble.

"What's wrong with you? It seems you're discussing something?" Seeing the serious expressions on the three faces, his smile faded slightly.

Guilliman held a fruit native to Macurag in his hand, which looked somewhat similar to a pomegranate.

“Yes, we’re talking about important things,” Losi said.

"About how to make Ms. Euton live longer, or even... like us."

"Um?!!"

Guilliman's face drained of color instantly, and the fruit in his hand was crushed with a "pop," splattering juice and pulp everywhere.

The speed of the Limit Lord was so fast that even Loxi couldn't see it clearly, appearing directly in front of him like a gust of wind.

The huge hand suddenly grabbed Rosie's shoulders, gripping them tightly as if she were grasping at a lifeline.

His voice was hoarse, filled with unprecedented panic and pleading, almost a roar.

"Luo Xi! Help her! Please help her!"

"I...I can't lose Ms. Euton. No matter the cost, I just want her alive! To stay by my side!"

The Supreme Ruler who commanded with unwavering composure on the battlefield and remained as steady as a mountain in the political arena is gone.

At this moment, Guilliman was just a child afraid of losing his mother; fear made him incoherent and illogical.

Roche immediately turned his head away, and Guilliman spit on his face.

"Robert!"

Ms. Eudon's voice rang out, carrying a stern rebuke.

"Have you forgotten how Connor and I taught you?"

"Always stay calm, always stay rational, and use your brain to understand and solve problems."

"I think we've already taught you how to face death, so why are you still doing something so unwise?"

Faced with Ms. Ewton's questioning, Guilliman was somewhat embarrassed, but he still stubbornly held his head high.

"I know! I understand all the reasons!"

Yodon's son pointed to his heart, his eyes bloodshot, his voice filled with tearing pain.

"But my heart tells me that I don't need these principles."

"All I want is for you to live, that's all I want!"

Tears welled up in Ms. Eaton's eyes. She knew how much Guilliman loved her, but she hoped even more that her son could always be strong enough to face all difficulties.

"Stop with your mother-son sentimentality, you two." Rosie coughed twice, feeling a little dizzy from Guilliman's shaking, and quickly interrupted.

"If Peturabo and the others see this, they'll probably have a meltdown and think you're showing off."

“I never meant to brag, isn’t that the truth?” Guilliman retorted, puzzled.

Luo Xi rolled her eyes helplessly: "Just for your self-righteous and blunt honesty, you're enough to make people hate you... Let's get down to business."

He pried open Guilliman's iron grip.

"We have found a solution to Ms. Yoton's problem. The first step is to find the cult and then requisition their techniques."

“Leave this to me.” Guilliman was so eager that he almost answered first, his eyes burning with an urgent fire, as if he had found a target for battle.

He is not afraid of having a goal or a difficult goal; he is only afraid of having no goal at all, which would make him wander around aimlessly like a headless fly.

"I will mobilize all the Ultra Warriors, as well as the power of the six hundred worlds of Ultramar, to search for any clues about the cult."

“These guys hiding in the shadows have been to Macurag before, so there must be some of their informants here.”

"Whether it's negotiation or violence, I don't care about the process, I only want the esoteric teachings!"

(End of this chapter)