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

Chapter 883 The Four Gods Enter the Game and the Fusion of the Three Divine Artifacts
"Humanity."

"The war feast I'm referring to is a war that is about to break out between the High Heavens and humanity."

Vashtor began to present his ideas to Khorne, while the Blood God listened with great interest.

"The Blood God must already know that Nurgle and Slaanesh have both suffered a crushing defeat in Comoros."

“Nurgle’s garden was burned down by the Cursed, Eldar goddess Aisha was abducted, and even the Heart of Plague, which Nurgle had always wanted, was taken away right before his eyes.”

"The Slaanesh and Nurgle fought, but in the end, it was humankind who benefited, and their efforts were wasted."

Vashtor knew how to please the Chaos Gods.

The Chaos Gods are both brothers and sisters, and also mortal enemies who will never cease their struggle.

The best way to make Khorne happy is for the other three evil gods to suffer defeats while he remains unscathed.

Don't ask why Tzeentch is called one of the three evil gods when he has never shown himself.

When something involves the Emperor and two Chaos Gods, Tzeentch is bound to get involved; this ultimate pleasure-seeker will not miss such a feast.

Although Khorne did not show any joy, Vashtor noticed that Angron and Kabanhar, who were fighting fiercely in the Brass Arena, seemed to be battling even more intensely.

The bloodthirsty madman and the demon prince fought relentlessly, their giant axes tearing chunks of flesh from each other's bodies, their roars echoing through the sky.

Their behavior was a projection of Khorne's inner thoughts, Vashtor continued his story upon hearing this.

"Although Nurgle and Slaanesh's behavior is laughable, their strategy is correct."

"Humanity is turning their conspiracy into reality; they are constantly collecting the legacy of the ancient sages and trying to use it to fight against the Supreme Heaven."

Vashtor was well aware of Khorne's taboo words—conspiracy, cowardice, escapism—and He was constantly stirring up the emotions of the Blood God.

"Humanity is about to complete a creation that desecrates the art of war itself, a cowardly tool that avoids direct combat—the tunnel boring machine."

"They are attempting to use it to penetrate the depths of the Web, trapping the entire human race within its meticulously crafted Web world, escaping fair war and sacred bloodshed!"

"If they achieve this goal, then there will be no more wars in this universe."

And the great god of war and blood will no longer be able to draw power from the human race, nor will he be able to answer the call of those brave warriors.

"At that time, not only you, but also other chaotic beings will lose their habitat. You will have to abandon this universe and admit defeat."

Vashtor knew the horrors of the Chaos Throne.

All gods who sit on the throne of the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star transcend the constraints of a single universe. They not only traverse the past and future on the timeline, but also have their own avatars in different universes.

This is also one of the biggest differences between lesser gods and them. Vashtor can only be confined to this universe and cannot extend its tentacles to other universes like Khorne and the others.

Khorne knew exactly what Vashtor wanted to do.

This guy, who's always been ambitious and wants to push himself onto the throne of "Vicious Arts," is just trying to get reinforcements from me.

The Blood God was not interested in Vashtor; the guy was of no use other than providing demonic engines to His war army.

What Vashtor had always longed for was, in the eyes of the Blood God, simply impossible to achieve.

If something doesn't belong to Him, no matter how much effort He puts in, it's likely to be in vain.

However, according to Vashtor, if humanity truly wants to completely rid itself of their influence, that would be an absolutely unacceptable outcome.

The thought that he would no longer be able to obtain skulls and blood from this universe fueled Khorne's overwhelming rage.

"If the Blood God is willing to take action, I can bring more weapons of war to assist him."

Vashtor's eyes blazed with light, projecting countless powerful and ferocious prototypes of unprecedented demonic engines.

"I promise that as long as your army crushes Comoros and stops humanity's cowardly acts, I will forge a brand new and more powerful demon engine legion for you."

"They will spread fear and destruction to every corner under your banner, and let the entire galaxy burn in your rage. With each of their killings, they will offer you the purest skull sacrifice."

"You don't need to pay any price for these things; consider them my support and sponsorship of this great cause."

A hint of amusement flashed in Khorne's eyes.

He doesn't care about the secrets of the ancient treasure trove, but he hates all acts of avoiding direct confrontation.

Vashtor gave Him a reason, a legitimate reason to wage war.

In fact, from any perspective, Khorne didn't need a reason to start a war, but not long ago, Nurgle and Slaanesh had already suffered a defeat at the hands of the human emperor.

If the Blood God were to declare war now, could it be interpreted as Khorne avenging Nurgle and Slaanesh?

Khorne absolutely did not want to have anything to do with those two guys, not even the slightest possibility.

Many people believe that among the many evil gods, Khorne's most hated object was Tzeentch, who manipulated witchcraft and intrigue, but this is just a misconception.

The demons of the Khorne faction also use psychic magic to wage war. The Blood God abhors the use of "cheating" psychic energy and blasphemous melee combat, while Khorne himself uses psychic energy to boost morale and enhance the combat power of his demonic army.

Conspiracy can also be transformed into war strategy. Khorne admired those war commanders who could devise ways to defeat the strong with the weak and achieve victory.

Even more favored by the Blood God are commanders with strategic wisdom than those reckless brutes who only know how to hack and slash and kill.

But in fact, the evil god that Khorne hated most was the youngest Slaanesh.

Slaanesh draws power from most emotions, including the fervor for war and the desire for victory.

When a champion who has never lost a battle boasts of his bravery after defeating a powerful enemy, he has already fallen into the cycle of arrogance and become a blood bag for Slaanesh to draw power from.

Arrogance breeds complacency, and complacency leads to the decline of a warrior's bravery.

Slaanesh was undermining Khorne's foundation, and the Pleasure Prince's blasphemy and indulgence in war further enraged the Blood God.

When Sura's retinue were fighting, they were not thinking about how to win or how to achieve their own glory, but rather how to derive pleasure and joy from the war.

This tarnished the sanctity of war and struck precisely at Khorne's Achilles' heel.

"Cowards...must die!"

Khorne's roar shook the entire realm of Asgard, and the overflowing energy directly formed a violent storm in the warp, terrifying countless warp creatures.

"My warriors, assemble! For blood and skulls, the war... has begun!"

"Crush Comoros, tear that cowardly machine to shreds!"

Khorne did not rise; He remained seated on His bronze throne, but His retinue had already begun to assemble, preparing to fight for the will of the Blood God.

In an instant, Khorne produced a greatsword dripping with endless blood and casually swung it towards the subspace surrounding Asgard.

A grotesque rift then appeared, through which the Khorne army could reach the battlefield as quickly as possible.

Countless bloodthirsty demons, vampires, and Khorne demons unleashed deafening battle roars, surging into the bloody rift like a destructive torrent.

The corners of Vashtor Metal's mouth seemed to twitch upwards, but were then firmly pressed down.

He has already drawn Khorne, the most powerful Chaos God, into the game, and has already succeeded more than halfway in preventing humanity from combining the three artifacts.

……

Meanwhile, in the Nurgle Gardens.

Vashtor's avatar also met with the Chaos powerhouse and promised Nurgle that he would provide a new type of demonic engine to enhance the strength of the Chaos army.

Compared to Khorne's aggressiveness, Nurgle was much easier to talk to.

In particular, when He heard the news brought by Vashtor, He accepted His invitation with almost no effort from the Lord of the Furnace.

The benevolent father, Nagug, emerged from the dilapidated hut.

He was shrouded in an inescapable despair and sorrow. The pain and shame that humanity had inflicted upon him would not be forgiven by Nurgle until they were thoroughly cleansed.

The Great Impure Ones surrounded Nagoya, filled with righteous indignation and determined to avenge their beloved father.

"I don't need your demonic engine as payment; I just want the cursed to pay the price!"

The voice of the Father of Plague echoed in the garden. Although His condition was not as good as before, this did not mean that Nurgle was without the power to retaliate.

"Although I do not want to act with Khorne and Slaanesh, I will not clash with them for the sake of our common enemy—provided, of course, that they do not provoke me."

“As you wish, great and loving father,” Vashtor said respectfully.

……

The Six Rings Silver Palace.

The Prince of Pleasure sat enthroned on His throne, while Forgrim and Encali entwined themselves before their master.

Slaanesh silently watched this extremely lewd scene, seemingly appreciating this beautiful moment of perfect harmony of life.

Vashtor arrived before Slaanesh's throne, reeking of furnaces and steel.

Although He had no physical desires, when He witnessed Fugrim and Enkali intercourse, Vashtor felt a strange sensation reverberating in His chest.

He forcefully suppressed the feeling with his willpower, and then respectfully bowed to Slaanesh.

"Okay, you don't need to say anything."

Prince Pleasure yawned lazily, then waved his hand, indicating that Vashtor didn't need to waste any more breath.

“I have sensed that your true form has gone to the territory of that boring guy Khorne. Since you want to be enemies of the Cursed, then I will grant your request.”

"Hmph, my pride isn't so easily tarnished. The Emperor took Elsa away right in front of me. I should be catching up with Elsa right now and discussing some private matters about the Pantheon."

"But now, I am so lonely and helpless. I will not give up unless the Emperor gives me Elsa or himself."

Slaanesh's words caused a rare drop of molten iron to trickle down Vashtor's back.

He must have heard correctly, Slaanesh actually wanted to have intimate interactions with the Emperor, this is simply...

Prince Pleasure looked at the Lord of the Forge with a half-smile, and casually reached out and grabbed the man in his hand.

“I sensed your curiosity, Vashtor…”

"Do you want to try it with me?"

Vashtor was terrified. He didn't know what Slaanesh was up to, but he dared not try it.

He would rather fall into the hands of other evil gods than be in the hands of Slaanesh, that pervert.

Although this is just an avatar, it doesn't matter if it dies, but the feelings between its avatars and its original body are connected.

Only the highest heaven knows what that scene will be like.

"This is so boring, it can't be amused at all."

Slaanesh threw Vashtor to the ground of the Silver Palace in disappointment. Forgrim and Encali's serpent tails swept silently past the Lord of the Forge, watching Him with equally enigmatic smiles.

"You're not qualified to play with me. I don't love anyone except my beloved Elsa or that Emperor guy."

“I will send my army to crush Comoros once again. This time, facing just a few of us, I don’t believe the Emperor can escape unscathed.”

Vashtor immediately took his leave; he dared not stay in that place any longer.

The last Vashtor clone went to the Crystal Labyrinth where Tzeentch was located.

However, before the Lord of the Forge could even enter the labyrinth, he encountered Carlos the Weaver of Fate, the chief messenger under the Lord of Change.

"Everything is going according to plan. Go back, Vashtor."

A bewildered Vashtor returned to his lair, confused. He didn't know what Tzeentch meant, but he had done all he could; now all that remained was to see the final outcome.

……

Comoros.

Thanks to emergency repairs by humans, this network node city, which was ravaged into ruins during the war, is now gradually regaining a sense of order.

Because the emperor destroyed most of the existing buildings in Comoros, humans were able to build their own fortified cities on a clean slate.

With the assistance of industrial iron men and AI, the reconstruction of Comoros is being carried out at a speed far exceeding the limits of human imagination.

Because Comoros is positioned as a bridgehead for humanity in the network, this massive city did not reserve space for civilian buildings and facilities.

A sturdy metal wall rose from the ground, and various ground-based light spears, anti-aircraft cannons, and energy shields enveloped Comoros behind a solid defensive line.

Comoros has a very special structure; only nodes connected to other networks are likely to be invaded by large-scale enemies. Therefore, Dorne has made special efforts to strengthen the defenses of these nodes.

Imperial Fist doesn't know when the next large-scale war will arrive, but since the Emperor has given such an order, he will carry it out one hundred percent.

Although Perturabo was only Dorne's second-in-command, the Iron Lord wouldn't hold a grudge over such a trivial matter.

On the contrary, he enjoyed working with Dorne, especially watching the fortifications they built together rise from the ground, and feeling their ideas collide, rub against each other, and resonate with each other, which made the Iron Lord even more obsessed.

He was confident that as long as he and Dorne joined forces, no enemy could break through Comoros, not even Horus in the past.

“I wonder when Father and the others will return. I’d like him to personally inspect the results of our work,” Peturabo said quietly.

"That's not important. What's important is that we must always remain vigilant and never let our guard down."

"At least until the Emperor returns..."

Dorn's words suddenly caught in his throat, as the Emperor's message suddenly echoed in their minds.

"Open the Comoros's net gate and let our fleet enter."

"Immediately close the checkpoint and activate all defense systems. I have already sent a reinforcement signal to Terra. War is coming!"

Without time to think, Dorn and Perturabo immediately used their biometric information to bypass the regular review process and directly open the Comoros's network checkpoint.

The First Legion's flagship, the New Caliban, entered the Comoros. The behemoth quickly docked at the airport, and the crew began evacuating to the Comoros.

The Emperor was surrounded by ouroboros, which was in a sealed state, and the Tuchucha Engine, which had the ability to move freely.

Meanwhile, Lothie, Ryan, and the others followed behind the Emperor, their faces filled with anxiety, yet also with intense joy and excitement.

"We have found all the pieces of the puzzle for the tunnel boring machine network, and now we only need to complete the last step."

"But the enemies from the warp will not stand idly by and watch us succeed. You must hold Comoros, at least until we succeed."

Loshi quickly described the current situation to Dorn, and the Imperial Fist responded with a resolute reply.

"Leave it to us, Comoros will not fall!"

Dorn nodded, and then took Peturabo to make more thorough preparations.

The Emperor, Lothie, and the others went directly to a newly built laboratory where the Heart of Plague was stored and guarded by the Eldar goddess Aisha.

"You guys did manage to collect all the puzzle pieces after all."

Aisha spoke, her gaze fixed on the two divine artifacts beside the Emperor.

The Emperor nodded to Aisha and gave her a warm smile.

"Yes, we will reshape the tunnel boring machine and regain the ability to build tunnels. This will be the beginning of a new era."

"As allies of humanity, the Eldar are naturally included as well."

Elsa understood that the Emperor had not told the whole truth; even though they were allies, there was still an invisible boundary.

But that doesn't matter; Aisha is very satisfied with her current situation.

With their own children by their side and humanity ready to deal with the great enemy of Chaos, the Eldar can hide behind humanity and use their abilities to provide support.

At least setting aside the Eldar's ridiculous stubborn pride, this is their best option.

"What can we do for you? Just say the word. We'll do our best in anything within our capabilities."

Aisha also knew that to maintain the alliance, she naturally had to demonstrate her value.

If an ally only holds you back, then even the deepest alliance will not last long.

"There is indeed something I need your help with."

The Emperor looked behind Aisha but did not find the figure of the Laughing God Xi Gaoqi.

“He is everywhere in the web; whenever you call upon Him, the Higoki will appear,” Aisha kindly replied.

As the goddess of life finished speaking, the god of laughter, dressed in an exaggerated and flamboyant outfit, emerged from a corner of Comoros.

Everyone instinctively ignored the comedian's exaggerated opening remarks; now was not the time to watch the show.

"I need your help to stabilize Comoros and the Web Path. An unprecedented crisis is about to strike. The four Chaos Gods may even attack Comoros. This is something that has never happened before."

"You must hold on until we complete the integrated network tunnel boring machine."

Elsa nodded slightly, agreeing to the Emperor's request.

"For our covenant, and for ourselves, we will do everything in our power."

Aisha and Higgoch immediately left the laboratory. They gathered a large number of Ark Eldar prophets and warriors, distributing them to various energy nodes in Comoros, while simultaneously stabilizing the spatial structure of Comoros.

Under Aisha's power, countless vines spread from the soil of the Comoros, and huge trees rose from the ground, taking root in every corner of the Comoros and reinforcing the Comoros on a non-material level.

Meanwhile, outside the city of Comoros, the God of Laughter continuously created illusions that were indistinguishable from reality in order to disperse the invading enemy forces and mislead them to places where layers of defenses had been laid out.

After preparations were completed, the three artifacts were placed on a triangular ritual platform constructed of pure energy crystals.

Below the platform is a complex array of black stones, which can forcibly suppress subspace energy or amplify psionic power when necessary.

The air was so heavy it seemed to solidify, with only the low hum of energy flowing through the conduit.

The Heart of Plague hovered closest to the goddess Elsa, its form emitting an unstable emerald light.

Its consciousness was like a deep-sea behemoth awakened from its slumber, filled with a twisted instinct of confusion and pain.

It pulsated slightly, sending out a faint call to the other two nearby artifacts.

The ouroboros was coiled on another corner, its ancient runes slowly shimmering on its ring-shaped body made of an unknown metal.

After being severely injured and sealed by the Emperor's psychic power, its consciousness appeared relatively dormant, carrying an ancient sense of vicissitude and weariness.

It hovered silently, like a lurking snake, vigilantly observing everything around it, especially the Tuchucha engine.

The Tuchucha engine occupies the last vertex of the triangular platform.

Its core rotated faster and faster, emitting a cold blue-white light that slightly distorted the space around it, and countless tiny data streams drifted away like dust of light.

As the three artifacts drew closer to each other, the Tuchucha Engine's desire could no longer be contained.

The boy servant it controlled was reduced to charred remains by the overloaded lightning, while its true form continued to move toward the Ouroboros and the Heart of Plague.

"Yes, closer, even closer!"

The core of the Tuchucha Engine blazed brightly, actively extending energy tentacles in an attempt to entangle the Heart of Plague and the Ouroboros.

"How many years have passed, from the end of the era of the ancient sages to the rise of mankind on the galactic stage."

“I can no longer bear this feeling of incompleteness. We were born together in the forge of the ancient saints, but we are torn apart by their fear and suspicion.”

"But now, the history of division is over, we will regain our wholeness, and we will reclaim our former strength!"

The energy tendrils of the Tuchucha Engine first touched the Heart of Plague, and the emerald light flashed violently. The Heart of Plague immediately tried to devour the tendrils of Tuchucha, but was forcibly suppressed by Tuchucha's cold and rational power.

"Obey me, submit to me!" The voice of the Tuchucha engine carried a powerful sense of oppression.

"We are one!"

The Heart of Plague struggled violently, its emerald light splattering like boiling venom, corroding the energy platform below and emitting a sizzling sound.

At the same time, another energy of Tuchucha also became entangled with the ouroboros.

The ouroboros emitted a long, drawn-out hum, as if from the end of time, and the runes on its surface instantly lit up with a dazzling silver light.

Time forms a distorted vortex around it, attempting to drag Tuchucha's tentacles into different time flows, delaying their contact.

"A useless struggle."

The core of the Tuchucha engine releases an even more powerful energy field, forcibly stabilizing the time vortex.

"Your power is the key to balance. Accept reality, merge with me, and we will transcend the limitations set by the ancient sages."

The Emperor, Lothie, and the others stood at a safe distance, watching intently as the three artifacts fused together.

"Tuchucha Engine's ambition... has never disappeared after all."

"Loxi said in a deep voice, a hint of eager excitement flashing in his tone."

"If it weren't for the Darkwatcher's warning, we might have actually been fooled by it."

The emperor spoke sarcastically, determined not to allow the newly built tunnel boring machine to go out of control.

"It has been lying in wait for too long, accumulating too many schemes, but its greed has also given us an opportunity."

"Get ready, Rosie. The moment the fusion truly begins will be when its consciousness is most active and its defenses are most vulnerable."

The Tuchucha engine has the strongest consciousness and the clearest purpose. Even when dealing with two network tunnel boring machine puzzle pieces at the same time, it still has spare capacity.

hum-

An unimaginable burst of intense light erupted from the core area of ​​the entire laboratory, and the light released by the three divine artifacts intertwined and spun wildly, forming a chaotic energy vortex.

"We're here, right now!"

The Emperor let out a low shout, and golden spiritual energy, like the strongest dam, instantly enveloped the entire energy vortex, confining its violent destructive power to the core area.

The core of the Tuchucha engine emitted a piercing shriek from the center of the vortex, filled with ecstasy and confidence.

"The fusion has begun... My will, my power, will become the absolute master."

Completeness...what a wonderful power, humankind?
Hmph, your mission is over. Once I am whole again, the first thing I will do is eliminate the interference of you inferior races.

"I will unlock the treasure trove of the ancient sages, I will reshape the order of this universe. Who says the [Key] is not qualified to possess the treasure trove? I will prove them wrong."

The Tuchucha engine greedily absorbed the life energy of the Plague Heart and the time power of the Ouroboros.

It felt an unprecedented power, the shackles binding it were breaking down, and it had even "seen" the coordinates of the Ancient Sacred Treasury hidden deep within the Web Labyrinth.

However, just as its core consciousness became extremely active and expanded due to the dramatic changes of fusion and the influx of power, a barely perceptible crack also appeared.

Rosie finally got that fleeting opportunity.

He mobilized the power of the spark source and yanked out the most crucial "reins".

(End of this chapter)