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

Chapter 873 Bloodletter's Betrayal and Kugas' Death (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

It may sound absurd, but as the chief apothecary of the emperor's son who had fallen into the embrace of chaos, Fabius Bayer always firmly believed in the truth of the empire, or rather, the truth in his own heart.

Fabius always harbored malicious suspicions and the utmost vigilance towards the extremely unstable chaos, which resulted in him bearing no trace of chaotic contamination.

It seems that even the Prince of Pleasure has shown extraordinary interest in this very special son of the emperor.

He did not forcefully bestow His blessing, but rather with a sense of curiosity, wanting to see how far Bayer could go.

Even the Chaos Gods appreciate those with strong will and inner strength, while Slaanesh doesn't pay much attention to fools who succumb to temptation at the slightest provocation.

Even with an unwavering will, if it weren't for Slaanesh's tacit approval and indulgence, the warp itself would still have distorted and rewritten his existence.

Due to the combined effects of various factors, in the vast and boundless subspace, there exists an incredibly steadfast believer in the truth, whose steadfastness even surpasses that of most humans.

After all, the current human empire has abandoned the bankrupt concept of Imperial Truth and instead adopted the Guillimanian version of the state religion, which is more suitable for the objective situation, to integrate human thought and belief.

Fabius was an extremely rational man, and his conversation with the Bloody Master was not merely out of mutual appreciation as fellow researchers.

What he did was simply to demonstrate his ambition and ability, and thereby attract the Bloodlust to join him, rather than forcibly plundering them through violence.

As a devout seeker of truth, Bayer was keenly aware of the preciousness and fragility of knowledge.

Even if he captures a few Blood People, it would still be extremely difficult to forcibly pry open their minds and obtain the knowledge he desires through special means.

Bloodlust people are the progenitors of torture; most forms of torture have no effect on them.

Moreover, even if they provide some knowledge and technology, who knows if there might be some errors or loopholes hidden in it?

The Bloodwalkers' knowledge system is so vast and complex that it is as magnificent as a skyscraper that reaches the sky.

Removing a cornerstone from the foundation of this building might not show any problems in the short term, but as the building continues to extend upwards, sooner or later that removed cornerstone will cause the building to collapse.

If given a choice, Bayer would not have chosen such a risky approach, especially since his great cause requires the participation of more brilliant minds.

The blasphemous yet grand declaration of Fabius Bayer still echoed in the mind of Master Heliopolis.

He sensed the other party's intention to recruit him, but his pride as a Bloodlust made him instinctively refuse the Emperor's son's invitation.

Are you kidding me? He would accept an invitation from a human ape and then work for him?
That was a disgrace to the Ada race in the Warp.

If Aida's ancestors had known this, they would probably have been furious with the behavior of this descendant.

However, it would be a lie to say that Master Bloodling wasn't tempted. He had now witnessed the extraordinary nature of these human Space Marines, and compared to their bio-engineered monsters, the Space Marines clearly had a huge advantage.

They created monsters, while these Space Marines were mature and reliable weapons of war.

The idea of ​​elevating the Space Marines to a separate race capable of reproduction and further evolution greatly piqued the interest of the Bloodlings.

Moreover, Bayer had planted a second hook behind this bait: he wanted to clone the Primarch and create a reproductive [Female Primarch].

Master Heliopolis's heart had not pounded so violently in a long time.

He has existed in the Comoros for tens of thousands of years, and his passion for research has long been worn away by the daily grind.

The Dark Eldar held few secrets or desires for him anymore; the challenge that Byr had presented was a delicious dish he had never tasted before.

In the heart of the Blood Dancer Master, what he most wanted to do was to capture Bayer, let him unleash his creativity under his very nose, and make him work for him.

If he were to side with Bayer, he would naturally be at a disadvantage, and his voice in future research would be taken away by humans.

“I need time to think,” Master Blood Dancer said hesitantly.

"I also want to give you time, but unfortunately, you and I are running out of time."

Bayer saw the Bloodline's hesitation and unease, and immediately began to put pressure on him.

“You are now surrounded not only by the Son of the Emperor, but also by a small force that cannot possibly hold off the Nurgle army and three Primarchs outside.”

"Of course, the main trouble is those three Primarchs. Given enough time, the three of them can wipe out the entire Comoros and completely erase any trace of your Adaline race ever existed."

"You may not yet understand how terrifying the Primarch is when its essence is unleashed..."

“They are already lesser gods in the warp. In terms of rank, your gods who have long since died are no better than them.”

"For the sake of Comoros' knowledge and technology, I will forcibly take you away before they arrive—in a way that you will not like to accept."

"After all, some memories can be extracted from your corpses, and the data storage in your laboratory can also become my spoils of war; it just takes some time to recover and decipher it."

“I don’t want to do it, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do it. You know I’m right.”

Bayer did not deceive or lie, but instead laid out his thoughts completely.

This is the quickest and most transparent way to communicate. Pharmacists don't like to test each other like conspirators, wasting each other's time and lives.

"Don't listen to those damned humans. The Bloodlings and the Dark Eldar are one. If you leave Comoros, you will be completely devoured by the Prince of Pleasure."

Queen Candice, who was engaged in a bloody battle with Lucius, overheard the conversation between Bayer and the Blood Spirit, which immediately made her extremely anxious.

If they were to fight the Emperor's Son to the death, and the Blood Spirits were to surrender or even side with them, what would be the point of their bloody battle?
Furthermore, from any perspective, the existence of the Bloodline Association is a key factor in the maintenance of Comoros.

Without the Bloodlings providing various clones of the Dark Eldar, biochemical agents, and resurrection protocols, the Conspiracy Group's normal operations would be impossible.

Other Nightmare Orders and Witchcraft Cults will also be greatly affected.

For the Dark Eldar who hid in the Comoros after the Eldar's demise, the Bloodlings were their most important "leg."

Fabiusbayar, who was poaching the player right in front of him, was essentially kicking the good leg of the cripple.

"How dare you believe the promises of these human apes? The Emperor's son has fallen into the arms of the Prince of Pleasure. There is no difference between siding with them and siding with the Prince of Pleasure."

"You must be insane to believe that the Prince of Pleasure could resist his hunger and say no to us, the sweetest food!"

"If we are merely the Dark Prince's feast, then you Bloodlings are the feast within the feast. It's because your numbers are so few; everything is valued for its scarcity."

Candice continued to offer kind words of advice, while the Blademaster beside her was even more direct.

With his remaining left hand, Drazel gripped the combined half-Clive Blade tightly, his chilling killing intent locking onto Fabius beside the Bloodthirsty Man.

He had no interest in the so-called cloning project; rather, he was driven by an impulse to nip the unknown in the bud.

He instinctively sensed the danger of this plan; even the slightest mistake could lead to the complete annihilation of the entire Comoros and even the Dark Eldar.

De Lazar and Victor shared the same idea: the reason humans came to Comoros was to seize the Heart of Plague.

Comoros are of little use to them and would only subject them to endless retaliation from the Dark Eldar.

However, if they get involved in this so-called "New Astartes" and "New Primarch" cloning project, humanity, out of revenge and a desire to eliminate the threat, will inevitably take a counter-offensive against the entire Dark Eldar.

The Lord of Nightmares had lost his initial confidence, and he felt that his idea of ​​personally cutting off Ryan Johnson's head was ridiculous and unrealistic.

If the Blood Man truly intends to cooperate with Fabius, then he must strike first and eliminate Fabius to cut off this possibility.

Derazar abandoned Lucius, leaving the succubus to hold the line alone.

Candice immediately began to curse, but she could not use even half of her skills against Lucius, this pervert. In the blink of an eye, several bloody scratches appeared on her naked body.

Lucius withdrew his long tongue, licking the remaining blood and flesh of Candice on the flawless blade, his whole body trembling wildly as he entered an indescribable state.

"How sweet, my little darling~"

Delazar's attack was thwarted by Bayer's backup plan, and three elite swordsmen, the sons of the emperor, fearlessly clashed with Delazar.

They may not be as individually strong as the Blade Master, but their teamwork is flawless, using a combined sword technique to keep their opponent firmly entangled.

They still bear the marks of the glorious era of the emperor's sons.

Bayer glanced at Delazare before turning his attention back to Heliopolis.

"You have two minutes to consider. My patience is limited."

"Oh, right, there's one more thing I forgot to tell you."

A faint mockery and a burning ambition flickered across Fabius's face.

“You may not be well-informed in Comoros, but Ryan Johnson and his men will soon no longer be fighting alone.”

"The Emperor of Man has stepped down from the Golden Throne and been freed from the curse of the Dark Lord, which means that your Comoros are very likely to be visited by the Emperor in person soon."

"Unless you can pull your pantheon—Bloodhand Kane, Phoenix King Asuyan, and all the other pro-war factions—out of the Prince of Pleasure's belly right now, you might as well wash your necks and wait to die."

Fabius's words were not unfounded; in fact, Abaddon had visited him and brought bad news about the Emperor and the Empire's current state.

Abaddon's "Escape from This Universe Project" did indeed pique Fabius's curiosity, and he also wanted to know if there were other special races outside this universe that could be studied.

However, before evacuating with Abaddon, he had to take all the knowledge he needed with him, and the Bloodlust of Comoros was one of the most important pieces of that knowledge.

The Bloodthirsty Master's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was pounding wildly at an unprecedented speed.

Is the human emperor coming?
What is the point of defending the Comoros? When that terrifying upright ape led humanity on a great expedition, the Dark Eldar foresaw the fate of any enemy that stood in their way.

If the Dark Eldar hadn't been hiding in the Comoros and the Web, they might have been wiped out by humans long ago.

Master Bloodlust frantically calculated in his mind the power he could still use:
The one-armed Derazar and Candice were held tightly by Lucius, while the Nightmares and Witch Spirits were defeated one after another before the Emperor's Son.

While the outer forces of Victor were preoccupied with their own problems, the various conspiracies were struggling amidst the waves of warp demons.

Meanwhile, the Primarch's army is advancing; had it not been for the Nurgle army slowing their advance, they would have already broken through.

Not to mention that the Heart of Plague, on the verge of going out of control, is releasing energy wildly, and the network structure where the entire experimental base is located is becoming increasingly precarious.

If they continue to resist, the Bloodlings' tens of thousands of years of accumulation may be completely wiped out, and they will all become sacrifices to this chaotic feast.

Cooperation? Cooperation with this mad human heretic? Handing over the Society's core knowledge?
This is undoubtedly a betrayal of Comoros, a betrayal of the identity of the Dark Eldar, and the ultimate insult to one's own pursuits.

But it seems there is no other choice.

"Choose, masters. Will you take your knowledge and pathetic persistence and be buried with this dark city, becoming insignificant food for the Chaos Gods? Or... embrace change and become the founders of a new era of life sciences?"
I can promise you, the Bloodlings, the safety of your lives. You will not have your souls devoured by the Prince of Pleasure. Your knowledge will be used for a great cause, and your wisdom will shine brighter in my hands than ever before.

"Time is almost up!"

"Master Heliopolis, our experimental base is on the verge of collapse; its structural integrity has dropped to a critical point!"

"Those humans are about to break in, we can't hold them off!"

A blood-soaked apprentice, with only half his body hanging from a life support machine, let out a desperate wail.

The Bloodwalker Master seemed to see the cold gazes of Ryan Johnson and the other two Primarchs piercing through layers of barriers, locking onto the Heart of Plague like a hawk, and also onto himself. "Enough!" Heliopolis roared hoarsely, his voice amplified through his megaphone throughout the entire core area.

"Cease the attack! All members of the society, cease resistance and lay down your weapons."

This order was like a bolt from the blue, instantly freezing the Blood Dancers who were fighting the Emperor's Son.

Some people wore expressions of unbelievable humiliation, while others collapsed to the ground as if relieved.

"You?!" De Lazar and Candice roared simultaneously, almost unable to believe their ears.

Lucius laughed even more maniacally. These arrogant Dark Eldar have finally met their match?
A satisfied smile finally appeared on Fabius's face.

"In that case, welcome to the great cause of the new humanity, Master Heliopolis."

Lucius, escort our esteemed Bloodcraft Master and their data core away. Don't waste any more time fighting; the Primarch is on his way.

Lucius was extremely unwilling, but he dared not disobey Fabius Bayer's orders, so he could only stop wielding his flawless blade and flesh whip.

The other sons of the emperor also quickly pushed the Bloodlings towards the pre-set evacuation route and frantically dismantled the ancient storage devices that were flashing with data.

Seeing that the situation was beyond saving, Candice and De La Zar had no choice but to retreat, managing to escape with their lives from Lucius's clutches.

Witnessing all of this, Victor's face instantly turned ashen, then flushed purple with extreme rage.

“Traitor! Heliopolis! You cowardly old codger!” he shrieked, almost grinding his teeth to powder.

The Bloodwalker's surrender and defection meant that he had lost his last line of defense and support.

Even more frightening is that Fabius and Lucius are vying for the Bloodwalker's core knowledge, which should have been a crucial bargaining chip for Victor's future rule over Comoros.

Victor forced himself to calm down, his mind, full of intrigue and calculation, racing.

The defeat is inevitable. If we stay here, we will only be crushed to dust by the three terrifying forces of humans, Nurgle, and Slaanesh. The most important thing now is to preserve our strength!

"Pass on my orders!" Victor's voice returned to its cold and calculating tone.

"All members of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group, retreat towards the Gate of Kane, and contact all remaining members of the Witch Spirit Cult and the Nightmare Order that you can still reach."

Tell them the Bloodlust have betrayed the Comoros and shamelessly sided with humans. Those who want to live should retreat with me immediately!

As the order was given, the Blackheart Warriors who were struggling on the front lines, the remaining Witch Spirits, and the Nightmares under Drazar who were still able to move began to leave the battlefield like a receding tide, even abandoning some of the seriously wounded, and fled in the direction indicated by Victor.

De Lazar and Candice were filled with overwhelming hatred, but they knew that the situation was hopeless and they could only retreat with Victor.

With the Dark Eldar no longer offering resistance, the Nurgle army and Deathguards surged madly toward the Heart of Plague, completely disregarding the Slaanesh army and human Space Marines around them.

Typhons now only wanted to be the first to reach the Heart of Plague, so that through him, the Father Nurgle could seize it.

And he will also achieve enough merit to wash away his shame and truly establish himself in the Plague Garden.

However, humans moved faster than the Nurgle army and the Death Guard.

Ryan Johnson, Lord of the Lions, slowly raised his Lion Sword.

Pure and intense psionic flames ignited on the sword, dispelling the surrounding plague mist and blasphemous demonic whispers, like a beacon lighting up a filthy swamp.

His voice reached the ears of every Astartes warrior clearly, calm, cold, and filled with unwavering determination.

"The time has come, for the Emperor!"

"For humanity and for all Fathers!" Leman Russ let out a wolf howl that shook the entire battlefield.

Like a ferocious beast breaking free of its chains, the wolf king was the first to charge out, its target being Kugas, who was striding forward.

Equivalent to a highly threatening Great Impermanent Being, Typhons, this ascended demon prince, had a pitifully small presence in the eyes of the Primarch.

Rus casually took down Typhons on his way to attack, and then continued his charge toward Kugas.

The wolf guards followed closely behind, letting out a deafening battle roar, and unleashing a dense barrage of bullets from their grenades to clear a path for the wolf king.

"For the Khan, for Chogoris!"

Chagatai Khan's figure transformed into a white lightning bolt, skillfully bypassing the surging torrent of Nurgle's army.

The White Tiger Blade unleashed a psionic storm that tore through space, precisely slashing towards the bloated lower limb joints that supported Kugas' massive body.

A formation of motorcycles and aircraft with white scars roared past, while beams of molten and disintegrating cannons sliced ​​through the flanks of the Nurgle army like scalpels, disrupting their formation.

The Dark Angels' heavy firepower array roared deafeningly: Cyclone missile launchers, plasma cannons, and heavy explosive arrays wove together a devastating web of fire.

The barrage of fire covered a large area around Kugas, blasting the Nurgles, Plagueflies, and Deathguard infantry who were trying to protect the Archmage into a shower of rotting flesh.

"How dare you challenge the beloved son of your father!" Kugas roared deafeningly.

Its massive body was surprisingly agile, and its huge wooden scepter, carrying the power to split mountains and a thick cloud of putrid stench, swept towards the charging wolf king.

At the same time, countless pustules on its body burst open, spewing out thick, highly corrosive, and mentally polluting plague pus, which poured down like a torrential rain onto the charging wolf guards and the approaching Chagatai Khan.

"Feel the passion of Fenris, you walking pile of excrement!"

Ruth laughed wildly, neither dodging nor avoiding, his Frostblade Battle Axe erupting with blinding energy as he fiercely met the Great Impure One's counterattack.

boom--! ! !
The two weapons clashed, and the ground beneath Russ's feet instantly cracked and collapsed, but his incredible strength withstood Kugas's immense power.

Kugas was also alarmed. It was much larger than Lemanrus, but it was not as strong.

The wolf king's psychic power clashed violently with the power contained within Nurgle's divine power, annihilating each other and emitting a tooth-grinding shriek and a pungent stench.

Ruth's arms were bulging with muscles, and the power armor's servo system roared at its limit. He had to do more than just resist Kugas; he had to suppress this great unclean being.

Saint Gilles once defeated Angelus, Cabanha, and Angron on the battlefield of Terra. In comparison, Lemanrus, who had been liberated from his true nature, seemed much inferior and could only hold his own against a mere Kugas.

However, when Sangilius faced the Great Demon Khorne, it was on the battlefield of Terra. Although the Emperor's power was weakened by the sacrifice, it still existed and suppressed the warp creatures from beginning to end.

Furthermore, with the weakening of the veil of reality, the Chaos Archdemon appearing on Terra is far less powerful than it appears in the Warp.

Comoros is now riddled with fissures due to the Cataclysm of Separation, and the power of Nurgle can even seep directly into them, so you can imagine how powerful Kugas is.

Chagatai Khan's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he seized the opportunity—just as Kugas was fully engaged in a struggle with Rus, and the old force had just dissipated while the new force had not yet arisen.

The figure of the Chogoris Warhawk instantly appeared beside Kugas's bulky body, the White Tiger Blade infused with the Khan's powerful spiritual energy.

The blade flashed with a blinding white light and pierced with unparalleled precision into Kugas's large, festering wound in his abdomen, oozing pus.

"Pfft——!"

The White Tiger Blade pierced deep into the festering wound without any resistance, and a pure psionic storm erupted within Kugas's body.

Kugas let out a deafening roar of pain, a sound filled with unbelievable rage and a hint of fear.

Its massive body convulsed violently, as it tried to swat the annoying "fly" with its enormous arms.

However, Chagatai, having landed a successful blow, did not linger in the fight. He instantly drew his sword and retreated, dodging Kugas's plague-covered giant hand strike.

The damage he caused was not fatal, but it greatly disrupted Kugas's power flow and inflicted severe pain on him.

"Well done, bro!"

Russ felt the power from Kugas suddenly loosen, and he seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, letting out a roar that shattered the nearby Nurgle spirits, unleashing his full power.

"Die!"

"Crack!"

Under the combined effect of Russ's incomparably violent spiritual power and disintegrating force field, a section of the wooden handle in Kugas's hand was actually cut off.

At the same time, Ryan's Lion Sword pierced Kugas's neck from behind.

The Great Impure One howled incessantly. The power of the filthy made it immune to most attacks and damage, but this attack contained the primordial energy of the unleashed essence of the Primarch, and it was extremely effective against it.

Foul-smelling green pus and fragments of internal organs gushed out of the wound like a fountain.

But the vitality of the Great Impure One is astonishing; even after suffering such a severe blow, it still did not fall.

Kugas' massive body unleashed its last bit of power, attempting to throw Russ away. At the same time, all the pustules on its body swelled violently, preparing to unleash a devastating plague explosion, dragging everyone around it down with it!

At that decisive moment.

The lion had already leaped into the air, and the psychic flames gathered on the lion sword were as intense as a miniature sun.

His movements were perfect and precise, without any frills, displaying the ruthlessness and efficiency of hunting the most terrifying beasts in the depths of the Caliban forest.

"In the name of the Emperor!"

"Die."

The Lion Sword sliced ​​directly through Kugas's massive head, severing the flesh, fat, and bones beneath.

The head of the Great Impure One flew off and rolled onto the floor of the experimental base.

“No… Father… I…” Kugas uttered a muttered word that was unclear, filled with endless longing and pain.

An indescribable, terrifying explosion occurred; Kugas's massive body exploded violently from the inside out, like a lit green dynamite barrel.

A torrent of green energy, containing endless decaying power, swept across the land like an out-of-control tsunami.

Lehman Russ was the first to be hit and was violently thrown away by the huge shockwave, crashing through half of a bioceramic wall before coming to a stop, his power armor covered in a sticky, foul-smelling green substance.

Chagatai had already retreated to a safe distance with his extraordinary speed, but the aftershocks of the explosion still made him feel a surge of blood and qi.

Meanwhile, Ryan used his Misty Forest ability to teleport directly to a safe location.

The Nurgles, Plague Beasts, and even some Death Guards that were near Kugas were instantly vaporized by this devastating self-destruction.

The Slaanesh demon that was lurking nearby also suffered, screaming and dissipating as it was struck by this pure, decaying energy.

The core area of ​​the entire experimental base was completely transformed into a writhing, foul-smelling green wasteland, as if it had been baptized by a thermonuclear bomb.

Kugas the Great Impure, Nurgle's most beloved child, perished in the Bloodlust's experimental base, killed by the combined efforts of three Primarchs.

And the heart of plague that it so desperately sought was now faintly glowing not far away.

(End of this chapter)