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

Chapter 860 The Beginning of a Bright Future

Luo Jia Aurelion's defenses crumbled once again.

He thought that by studying primordial truth in the warp and constantly improving his control over psychic power, he could change his situation of frequently being thwarted.

However, the crushing defeat at the hands of Guilliman dealt a huge blow to the confidence of this eager Primarch.

Luo Jia could only console himself that the damned Guilliman was far too cunning. He had clearly awakened an anti-psychic power that could counter psychic energy, but he had been hiding it until Luo Jia appeared and then made a big move.

This is unfair; if it were a fair competition, things would certainly not be like this.

Luo Jia firmly believes that, apart from him, all the Primarchs who have embraced Chaos would be unable to defeat a mechanically monstrous enemy like Guilliman in the real universe and would be banished back to the warp.

He didn't lose because he wasn't strong enough; he simply couldn't fight against an enemy that naturally restrained him.

But now, when the Emperor's familiar psionic aura smeared onto Luo Jia, the Great Manifestor suddenly felt as if he had returned to the day when the Perfect City was burned down.

Robert Guilliman's fleet launched an orbital strike on the City of Perfection, reducing the holy city, painstakingly built by the Word Bearers, to ashes.

The Emperor was present at the time, and he used his incredible spiritual power to force all the Word Bearers, including Luo Jia, to kneel down and admit their mistakes.

The Perfect City incident happened a long time ago, and Luo Jia originally thought he had forgotten that humiliation, but now everything came flooding back.

"Why, why has this damned humiliation happened again!"

The psychic power that the Great Manifestation was so proud of was still incredibly weak in the face of the Human Emperor, like a strong adult facing a toddler learning to walk, completely crushing him.

"I am not wrong. In this world, the only truth is that the strong prey on the weak and the fittest survive!"

"As a believer, it is natural for me to worship the most powerful being. Is there anything wrong with that?"

The descendants of Luo Jia strive to get closer to their genetic father. They are all enchanted warriors personally trained by Luo Jia, and they surpass those traitorous whims who were taken away by Angertai in both strength and loyalty.

However, the warp demons within these enchanted warriors were all terrified and shrank back inside their hosts when faced with the three shining pillars of light in the throne room, not daring to even peek out.

Warp above, what the hell is this place?

One cursed being was already terrifying enough, but now there are three more on Terra with auras similar to the cursed being.

Even by comparison, the power of the cursed is inferior to that of the God Emperor and the Black King.

The God-Emperor is a god of pure humanity. He is surrounded by a powerful force of faith, and every move he makes releases terrifying destructive power, like a cataclysmic disaster in the warp.

Although the Black King was suppressed by the God Emperor, he still possessed the power of ending and death. A single ounce of his power could easily and completely annihilate these so-called immortal subspace creatures.

"Luojia, you fucking ruined us!"

The warp demons roared in anger and helplessness, secretly cursing the Great Whisperer's foolish actions.

Fortunately, the Emperor did not target these enchanted warriors; otherwise, all of Luo Jia's hard work in cultivating them would have been wiped out with a single glance from the Emperor.

Although the Emperor allocated most of his power to the God Emperor, strictly speaking, the Emperor did not need this power at all.

Even in order to withstand the heavy pressure of these powers of faith, the emperor had to divert a portion of his own power to balance and deplete those powers.

The current emperor can be said to have shed all his burdens and is able to fight with a light heart. Although the human lord in this state is inferior to the Great Expedition era in terms of potential, he is stronger in terms of conventional power than before.

He remains the undisputed strongest psionicist. Moreover, although he is separated from the God Emperor and the Black King, the three of them are still a trinity, and the Emperor can easily "borrow" power from them.

Now, Luo Jia, who was originally full of enthusiasm and planned to help the Black King break free from the Emperor's oppression and ascend to the supreme position of the Fifth God, was the first to feel the long-lost "deep fatherly love".

The emperor stripped Luo Jia of his seemingly imposing armor, revealing his ugly true form.

Luo Jia's body was enveloped in primordial chaotic spiritual energy, and also carried a trace of the Black King's power.

The emperor immediately frowned, revealing a look of disgust that said, "This brat is rotten and can't be kept."

In the Emperor's eyes, even if Luo Jia had sided with any of the four Chaos Gods, he would not have been so angry and annoyed.

However, he could not tolerate the Primarch who had sided with the Black King.

Compared to the other four Chaos Gods, the Dark Lord poses the greatest and most insurmountable threat to humanity.

After much effort and sacrifice, with the full assistance of Macardo, Waldo, Rosi, and others, he finally broke free from his seemingly insurmountable predicament.

Now that the trinity is formed, with the God Emperor able to counter the Black King, the Emperor has enough time and energy to continue the great plan that was originally aborted.

This time, the Emperor doesn't need to use the Webnet technology, which is even less reliable than the Greenskins, or rely on the Great Crusade to buy time for humanity.

When the emperor was freed from the golden throne, he was filled with emotion—the situation was excellent!
In this situation, Primarchs like Loka and Omega who sided with the Black King crossed the line for the Lord of Humanity.

As long as these Primarchs of the Black Kings remain active in the Warp, the Fifth God will one day break free from the Trinity and awaken.

Although the probability is small, it is not impossible.

The emperor's heart stirred, and he even considered "erasing" these two offspring.

Like Primarch II and Primarch 11 in the past, they both crossed a red line that could never be crossed and were completely wiped out.

Luo Jia's expression changed drastically; he sensed a naked killing intent emanating from the Emperor.

Is the emperor trying to erase himself?
The Great Manifestation was filled with indescribable fear. He did not want to die. He had not yet fully analyzed the primordial truth, nor had he finished learning the endless knowledge of the subspace.

"Father, stop!"

Within the Alpha Legion, an individual who looked exactly like the other Astartes, even sharing similar height and build, suddenly shouted loudly.

Omega, the leader of Hydra, chose to step out from his double and cover.

The Emperor frowned slightly, and he also used his psionic energy to lock onto Omega.

After being moved by the Emperor's love, Guilliman, Dorn, and Perturabo were almost bursting with excitement, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Especially Peturabo, he had only one thought in his mind—to prove himself, he fucking wanted to prove that he deserved the Emperor's forgiveness and trust!

They outflanked the Chaos Space Marines from the rear, cutting off the retreat of Loka and Omega.

The defensive line formed by the Emperor's Claw and the Imperial Fist completely turned the Warp Ripple into a slaughterhouse. The Hydra warriors and Word Bearer enchanted warriors who were teleported from the Warp to the Throne Hall were swiftly and decisively slaughtered before they could even react.

Since these traitors who have sided with Chaos have come, let them stay and not leave.

Today we solved the Black King's fatal problem. If we can also solve the problem of the two Chaos Primarchs, that would be a double blessing.

"Omega, what do you want to say to me?"

"Don't try to fool me. You should know that your and Alpharis's little tricks won't work on me."

The emperor abandoned his plan to annihilate Luojia and looked at his youngest son with great interest, wondering what tricks he was up to.

“Father, I really didn’t expect that you could come up with such a method to break free from the Dark King’s entanglement and forcibly cut the two-sided Chaos God out of your body.”

"I have predicted the future countless times, but I have never seen this kind of future."

"Your talent and strategic vision have indeed exceeded everyone's expectations."

Omega appeared to have compromised and given up resistance, displaying an unusually harmless demeanor.

"Originally, I only had two choices—"

Hydra stretched out its right hand and extended one finger.

"Firstly, Horus succeeded, humanity perished, and the warp lost its greatest source of power. They could no longer interfere with our universe, thus allowing us to escape from a dark future."

"Secondly, Horus failed, and you kept humanity on its last breath, sitting on the golden throne for ten thousand years and ten thousand years, until everything became irreversible, and humanity perished after a long period of pain and struggle."

“I chose the third option—to pledge allegiance to the Lord of Darkness and sacrifice all of humanity to this god of end and death.”

"If my plan succeeds, humanity will perish, but it will be reborn in another way. At that time, all of humanity can unite around the Black King and fight an endless battle against the great enemy of the warp."

"Although the Lord of Darkness is a symbol of the end, He is not alone, but has His own retinue like other chaotic gods."

"Humans can become the Black King's demons, Astartes can become the Black King's demon army, and my Primarch brothers can become powerful demon princes under the Black King's command."

"The Black King will lead humanity into the Great Game, until the distant future when he destroys all the other Chaos Thrones and brings an end to everything, only then will it truly be over."

“Father, chess pieces have no chance of defeating chess players. Even if we win by chance once, they can still choose to cheat and start over. Do you understand what I mean?”

Omega said sincerely that the Primarch, who was most adept at lying and deception, was telling the truth.

The others present, upon hearing Omega's confession, immediately sensed a bizarre logic.

Hearing him say that, this so-called third future does seem to be a little better than the previous two.

However, the Emperor remained unmoved, looking at Omega with a hint of helplessness.

"Much of what you know was told to you by those rats in the esoteric sect, right?"

"How can you, as my son, believe the lies of these people who have been clinging to life, attempting to achieve revival and success through their conspiracies and tricks?"

When the topic of Tantric Buddhism came up, Guilliman's eyes lit up. He desperately wanted to obtain the Tantric technology for creating immortal beings, as it was crucial for his beloved foster mother to live forever and stay by his side.

“I don’t completely trust them!” Omega retorted. “It’s just mutual exploitation. Although the cult is foolish, they can still be useful in certain situations.”

"They think they have me under control, but who can really be sure that I have control over the esoteric sect?"

The Emperor's patience was wearing thin. He had urgent matters to attend to and no time to argue with Omega about the future of humanity.

The chances of success for the Web Path are almost within reach, and the Primarch has lost its original value to the Emperor.

Furthermore, Luojia and Omega, which had been tainted by the Black King, were seen by the Emperor as a liability that should be eliminated.

"Your vision is too narrow. In your view, humanity has no hope of winning at all. The best path is to be the Black King's dog and depend on Him."

The Emperor's tone carried a hint of sadness; he realized that Omega would not yield to him.

Hydra has its own beliefs, which are even more steadfast than the so-called "faith" of Luo Jia.

"I can tell you now that we have grasped the fourth future—I have broken free from the Black King's clutches, those four bastards can no longer stop me from completing the Web Path, and humanity will break free from the corruption of the Warp!"

“I will imitate the warp network of the Ork people, using the God-Emperor as an anchor point, and create a world of humankind in the warp as well.”

"All humans who believe in the God-Emperor will not have their souls stolen by warp demons or corrupted by warp contamination after death. They will come to the God-Emperor's side for reincarnation or eternal slumber."

"Space bridges, dimensional engines, and network tunnels will constitute a complete faster-than-light transportation system for humanity. Humans will no longer need to engage in dangerous transactions with the subspace to connect with each other and exchange goods!"

The emperor's voice grew louder and louder, gradually transforming into a resonance like that of a grand bell.

In the hearts of all humankind, passion and hope surge, as if a bright future is beckoning to them.

"I'm confident I can do all this because I... I'm the fucking omnipotent emperor!"

Omega's face turned extremely grim. He hoped it was true, but he didn't think the Emperor could win.

Humanity can win once, but it cannot afford to lose once. Even if the Emperor completes his grand plan, Chaos will still find loopholes and opportunities. He still firmly believes in his ideal—only by merging with the Dark Lord can humanity possibly triumph!

The trinity concept that the Emperor is currently developing is essentially still exploiting bugs, only it's a tiny bit more sophisticated than the one he used to suppress the Black King while sitting on the Golden Throne.

Can the God-Emperor truly suppress the Black King forever? After absorbing countless extreme beliefs from humanity, can the God-Emperor still maintain his current state?
Did those four Chaos Gods really just ignore their brothers and sisters falling into depravity, never able to join their great game?

All of this represents a new crisis inherent in this new era.

For Omega, he had already become too deeply involved with the Dark Lord.

There is no place for him, a remnant of the old era, on the ship of the new era.

The emperor stretched out his right hand, and the blazing imperial sword solidified once more from nothingness.

Wherever its light reaches, the filth of the subspace evaporates like morning dew.

The enchanted warriors near the Emperor let out inhuman screams. Their demonic nature was exposed in the pure light. Their twisted limbs and blasphemous runes rapidly carbonized and peeled off in the flames, turning into scattered ashes.

Fear spread like a plague among the survivors of the Word Bearers and Hydras, even among the warriors who had been possessed by demons and lost their minds, the parasites within them cowering in the deepest recesses of their consciousness.

The God Emperor responded to the Emperor's summons, and the dazzling golden light fell from the sky, transforming into a burning, cold sun that revolved behind the Emperor.

After a century, the Lord of Humanity has finally revealed his great power to the world once again.

Luo Jia and Omigan were trembling; their souls, under such overwhelming power, were like candles flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Luojia lay prostrate on the ground, the former majesty of the great man who spoke out was gone, leaving only a deep-seated fear and an instinctive resistance to annihilation.

He could clearly "hear" the Black King's anger and resentment.

Although Omega straightened his back, trying to maintain his last shred of dignity, his face beneath the Hydra mask was ashen.

The Emperor's resolve was beyond question.

That burning divine sword was aimed not only at their lives, but also at erasing all traces of their existence from the level of time and soul, as if they had never existed.

The light at the tip of the sword grew ever brighter; the tipping point of destruction was approaching.

However, at this critical moment...

Inside the throne room, the dark pillar of light representing the Black King suddenly erupted with an unprecedented, destructive rage!

He was no longer passively enduring the suppression of the God-Emperor, but rather, like a ferocious beast driven to the brink of despair, he let out a dying roar.

boom--

The Dark King charged at the God Emperor's dazzling pillar of light at any cost, causing the God Emperor's flawless golden flames to tremble violently.

Spiderweb-like cracks, shimmering with ominous black and red light, appeared on the brilliant pillar of light. The suspended, cold sun suddenly dimmed, and the burning halo behind the emperor flickered erratically.

The emperor's movements showed an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible slowdown.

He was one with the God Emperor. The God Emperor was struck by the fierce force from the source, which was instantly transferred to him. The annihilating power that the Emperor's sword, which was about to be swung down, inevitably began to dissipate.

Opportunities are fleeting and won't come twice.

The Black King's counterattack was not aimed at defeating the God Emperor, as that was impossible under the balance of the Trinity; His purpose was simply to seize this one and only opportunity.

He wanted to save Loka and Omega; this was his only chance.

Just as the Emperor was distracted by the shock to the God Emperor, the few subspace ripples that were originally maintaining their position in the throne room immediately shifted.

They bypassed the lines of defense formed by the Primarchs, the Imperial Guard, and the Sisters of Silence, and came directly to the side of the Chaos Space Marines.

A tremendous suction force erupted instantly, precisely enveloping Luo Jia, Omega, and a small group of core Word Bearer enchanted warriors and Alpha Legion elites on the ground. Even Abaddon, whose faith had been shattered, and the dozens of Black Legion guards remaining beside him were brutally swept up by this force.

"No!" The emperor snapped back to his senses, his eyes flashing with golden light. He immediately tried to forcefully suppress the spatial vortex and leave the rebel behind.

However, the Black King's will is even more cunning and ruthless.

Just as the Emperor's power was about to touch the warp vortex, the edge of the vortex suddenly twisted, pushing Abaddon and Draconion in his hand to the forefront like a shield.

Draconion sensed the Emperor's presence once more, and all the eyes on the sword instantly opened to their fullest extent, emitting a deafening hum, like the shrieks of billions of wronged souls, filled with endless resentment and a desire for destruction.

This demonic sword has already killed the Emperor once, but its greed is insatiable. It thirsts to kill the Emperor completely, and then to kill all other humans.

The emperor hesitated for a moment, but still chose to withdraw his power.

He could kill Luo Jia or Omega, but he absolutely could not kill Abaddon.

The Great Raider was his chosen "jailer," responsible for guarding Draconion forever.

If Abaddon dies, Draconian will become a major threat to humanity.

The emperor let out a muffled groan filled with boundless rage and icy coldness.

He could only watch helplessly as the spatial vortex, like a greedy maw, completely swallowed up Luo Jia, Omega, Abaddon, and those chosen traitors.

After swallowing its target, the vortex suddenly collapsed inward and disappeared without a trace, leaving only churning, sulfurous subspace debris in place.

The throne room fell into a deathly silence. Only the few fine black cracks on the pillar of divine light and the lingering blasphemous aura in the air testified to the breathtaking scene that had just unfolded.

"Unfortunately, they still managed to escape," Luo Xi sighed, shaking his head.

"It's a pity, but it's not a big deal," Guilliman said, brimming with confidence.

"The Emperor has returned, and these traitors, even if they continue their ridiculous schemes in the Warp, are merely prolonging their lives."

"Once we stabilize the empire, we'll storm into the warp and bring these traitors back."

The idea of ​​breaking into the warp was almost impossible for the former empires.

But now that even the emperor has been liberated and returned, what is impossible?

The emperor stood still, the Emperor's Sword in his hand still shining, but it seemed to have lost its target.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the heavy dome of the palace and landing on the chaotic battlefield in the distant state religious palace complex.

There, people from two religious camps are still killing each other because of their different beliefs.

"This farce...it should end."

The emperor's voice was not loud, but it resonated clearly in the hearts of every loyal follower, carrying an absolute authority that could end all conflict.

The next second, the emperor's figure blurred and disappeared on the spot.

Next door to the royal palace, the enormous palace that originally belonged to the state religion of Terra was already engulfed in flames of war.

Those troops and believers who were loyal to the state religion of Terra held their ground in the bombarded fortresses, using all the weapons at their disposal to fight against the Titans sent by the Mechanicus.

This is a war with no hope in sight. They have no Titans to fight back, no air superiority to launch orbital strikes, and not even super-heavy tanks or general cannons that could threaten the Titans.

If it weren't for their devout faith in the God-Emperor, they would have completely collapsed long ago.

But at this moment, not a single mortal believer fled, and not a single state religious warrior suffered a complete mental breakdown.

They didn't know that Alfreda had chosen to immolate herself; they only knew that they had to hold their ground and continue to delay for what seemed like an insignificant amount of time.

It can be said that both sides in this war believed they were right, that they were serving the emperor's will and fighting for the future of humanity.

However, this kind of correctness is precisely a tragedy.

The fanatical believers continued to fire in vain at the "heretics," their faint laser gun beams appearing so small and laughable against the backdrop of the rampaging Titan primary weapon.

Meanwhile, the warriors and war vehicles of the Light Alliance, while maintaining their complete formation, gradually cleared the battlefield and approached their final destination.

Amidst this apocalyptic scene, an indescribably majestic and sacred golden pillar of light descended without warning upon the center of the battlefield.

The beam of light did not originate from any warship in orbit. It stood like a pillar of strength, radiating boundless light, warm and unwavering, dispelling the anger and fear within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

The Titan Machine, which was unleashing its volcanic and earthquake cannons, stopped abruptly upon seeing the giant beam of light, and a roaring sound of energy ceasing to emanate from its body.

A figure slowly emerged from the pure golden light.

He was clad in brilliant golden armor, his face shrouded in a soft glow, obscuring his features. Yet, his aura of supreme dominion and control over all things caused every soul that witnessed him to tremble, involuntarily yearning to kneel and worship.

Emperor!

Only the emperor.

The Lord of Humanity walks among men once more.

He didn't use any spiritual power to attack; his mere presence, his calm yet supremely majestic gaze sweeping across the battlefield, was enough to calm the fighting humans down.

"The war... is over."

The emperor's voice was not loud, and there was no anger or rebuke, only a calm declaration of an established fact.

On the battlefield, all the cannons that were still firing suddenly went silent.

Those fanatical followers of the state religion, like puppets whose souls had been taken away, hung their weapons limply at their sides.

They stared blankly at the golden figure, their fervent faith shattering like fragile glass, leaving only bewilderment and a deep-seated, instinctive awe of the emperor.

"By the Divine Emperor... the Emperor... has manifested his divine power..." A commander of the state religion slumped in his command seat, muttering to himself.

"If this is the Emperor's will, then what about our previous..." The battle nun commander instantly crashed.

"Put down your weapons." The Emperor's voice rang out again, carrying an unquestionable command.

Crash-!
As if controlled by an invisible will, all the fortresses and strongholds belonging to the Terran State Church instantly lost their weapon systems and lowered their cannons.

A deafening roar erupted from the army of the Light Alliance, a mixture of ecstasy and liberation.

Judge Carter gazed at that infinitely majestic figure, a relieved smile finally appearing on his lips, his eyes sparkling with a crystalline light.

She knew that this long and painful civil war of human faith had finally... come to an end.

The Emperor's gaze fell upon Qile and Thor, who were within the protective perimeter of the Light Alliance.

These two religious leaders also understood the emperor's will.

He nodded slightly, and his figure once again merged into the golden light, disappearing as if he had never appeared.

But the golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and the earth continued to shine like a lighthouse, proving to all humanity one fact—he had returned.

After being baptized in blood and fire, and with the emperor's personal declaration, humanity's bright future finally began to unfold in a brand new way.

(End of this chapter)