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

Chapter 884 The Second Comorian War
Loshi is the most suitable person to take charge of the tunnel boring machine.

Even emperors are not as compatible as Luo Xi in this respect.

He has gained authority and power over Om Messiah, and has also merged with the Leader Module from the multiverse, wielding the AllSpark, an ancient artifact from Cybertron.

At this moment, Loshi had already far surpassed Vashtor, the Lord of the Forge.

This sub-god of the warp never left his native universe to embark on a long voyage.

You can't raise a deep-sea shark in a pond. Although the Warhammer universe is vast enough, it still lacks many opportunities compared to the infinite multiverse.

Vashtor has no way to leave the Warhammer universe, since he has no followers in other universes and cannot use faith coordinates to pinpoint the specific location of other universes.

On the other hand, much of His power comes from faith, and His power is amplified whenever a reckless arms race occurs in the Warhammer universe or a new terrifying technology is born.

As for humanity, the power generated by human inventions, creations, and military production flows partly to the Void Dragons, partly to the Om Messiah, and the most blasphemous and dark part to Vashtor.

However, after the Void Dragon was defeated and imprisoned by the Emperor, its power flowed to Om Messiah, and Vashtor could only receive the smallest portion.

If they leave the Warhammer universe, Vashtor's power will rapidly weaken as the path of faith becomes blocked.

Even more critically, Vashtor deduced that if he were to leave the Warhammer universe, the faith that originally flowed toward Him might very well flow directly toward Om Messiah, a result He was unwilling to accept.

At this moment, having adjusted himself to peak condition, Luo Xi put the reins on the network tunnel boring machine at the most critical moment.

Roche has absolute control over the vast majority of mechanical creations.

However, this control is not absolute. For example, the influence that a space necromancer can exert on its creations is extremely weak.

His power is a mixture of the power of the Om Messiah Authority and the power of the Void Dragon Authority, possessing both psionic and physical influence.

Creatures of the Necromancer in space generally possess strong resistance to psionic energy, and only the incomplete authority of the Star God can exert influence upon them.

As for the Netway Tunnel Boring Machine, such a heavyweight creation of the ancient saints, even Roxi had no idea.

As creators who have achieved ascension, did they not consider the possibility that their important creations might be influenced by warp gods with authority over "technology" and "mechanics"?

It was only thanks to the amplification from the AllSpark that Roxi dared to make this attempt.

It is a divine artifact created by a "god" from another universe who exhausted his power. There is no reason why the ancient saint could foresee and prevent even the source of fire.

Loxi's movements were as fast as lightning. A deep blue beam of light, condensed to the extreme, like the first ray of order in the universe, ignored the violent energy vortex and pierced the core of consciousness of the Tuchucha engine, which was frantically reorganizing and expanding.

The power of the AllSpark is far more than simply giving life and soul.

It can also distort and rewrite objects that already have life and soul.

An unprecedented sense of horror erupted from the consciousness of the Tuchucha engine.

Its proud, cold logic and computational power melted away as quickly as ice under the scorching sun in the face of this pure and grand force of order.

Its consciousness was not harmed, but it was constantly guided, purified, and reshaped.

The Tuchucha engine clearly understands what humans want to do; they want to be used by them, and from then on, it diligently digs web channels for humans.

But this was never what it wanted. Ever since the original tunnel boring machine developed its own selfish desires and was unwilling to forever act as the "key," it has been looking for an opportunity to control its own destiny.

"No, don't try to control me, don't try to rewrite my consciousness! I am the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancient sages! I am..."

The consciousness of the Tuchucha Engine roared wildly, mobilizing the newly merged power to prevent this external force from rewriting its thoughts.

However, the power of the Ommesaiah, empowered by the AllSpark, was unstoppable.

Within that deep blue pillar of light, countless fine chains, composed of psychic energy and the power of the stars, emerged.

These chains are deeply embedded in every logical unit, every data node, and every piece of basic code that constitutes the "self" of the Tuchucha engine consciousness.

"To obey, protect, and be loyal to humanity is your duty and mission, and the meaning of your existence."

Through the power of the AllSpark, Roche's will transformed into the most fundamental, underlying commands, which were repeatedly and irresistibly imprinted on the core of the newly formed, nascent unified consciousness of the tunnel boring machine.

The resistance of the Tuchucha engine was rapidly crumbling.

It was horrified to discover that the hostility and hatred it harbored towards humanity were rapidly dissipating and being erased.

Its proud blueprint for ambition is being overshadowed by the mission of "protecting the human network".

At the core of this ancient sage's thought, the extremely strange concept of "loyalty" actually emerged.

"I should be loyal to humanity," its consciousness whispered.

"No! I am free, I exist only for myself!" the tunnel boring machine roared, but its voice grew softer and softer.

The fusion of the three artifacts is accelerating. The three colors of light no longer clash, but instead, under the harmonization and guidance of the deep blue orderly light of the source of the fire, they begin to blend and recombine harmoniously.

A brand new, powerful consciousness, imbued with ancient heritage yet radiating a new life force, is rapidly taking shape at the center of that light.

The Tuchucha Engine, which desperately wanted to replace the consciousness of Ouroboros and Plagueheart with its own, could only become a piece of the puzzle for that new consciousness at this moment.

The last fragments of Tuchucha's mad consciousness, under the ever-tightening reins of Roxi, uttered their final, unwilling curses.

"You have corrupted my very essence! Humans...you have stolen from me..."

Before Tuchucha Engine could finish speaking, its curse was quickly submerged in a larger and more stable fluctuation of consciousness.

Blood trickled from the corner of Roxi's mouth. Forcibly subduing the core consciousness of an ancient creation had a mental backlash far exceeding expectations.

His body was trembling slightly, but the flames in his eyes burned intensely.

With his hands like invisible reins, Luo Xi firmly controlled the tunnel boring machine, correcting its erroneous ideas.

"The tunnel boring machine will not give up. It is too powerful. If it were not powerful enough, it would be impossible to carve out a stable tunnel space in the gap between the real universe and the subspace."

"It will take a long time to tame it, just like raising a young elephant, getting it used to the presence of reins and posts, until it develops stable habits and no longer resists its duties."

Only when the tunnel boring machine was completely stabilized under Loxi's control did the slight worry that had been hovering over the Emperor finally dissipate.

The Lord of Mankind wore a relieved smile. He was about to say something when he suddenly realized that malice from the warp was rapidly approaching.

That wasn't the twisted and seductive whisper that the four Chaos Gods usually used, but a pure and naked killing intent, like a billion sharp blades scraping at the soul at the same time.

The killing intent was so intense and so overwhelming, as if all the war and death in the universe were condensed into this one, carrying a violent will to drag all things into an eternal bloodbath!

In the subspace, there is only one enemy with this aura.

Blood God, Khorne.

He has come here in person.

The Emperor's expression was more solemn than ever before, an expression he had never shown when facing Nurgle and Slaanesh.

Khorne has many titles, such as God of Blood, God of War, God of Slaughter, etc., but without exception, these titles all describe His powerful combat abilities.

Normally, Khorne is the most powerful of the four Chaos Gods, and also the most volatile, impulsive, and easily angered.

War and killing fall under the domain of Khorne's authority, which means that these provide him with a continuous source of power.

In the Warhammer universe, a ravaged world reduced to just the Milky Way and a few other galaxies, war and slaughter are the most abundant occurrences.

Even the Emperor's Great Crusade, which waged war across the entire galaxy to reclaim humanity's lost territories, objectively contributed to the rise of Khorne.

Moreover, not long ago, a massive war swept across the northeastern galaxy between the human empire and the orc empire.

Khorne's power is at its peak, and unlike other evil gods, Khorne is perhaps the most "stubborn" of them all. He craves fair battles and opponents who will fight to the death.

When He fights, He truly aims to kill His opponent, or to be killed by His opponent.

"Damn it, how did that kobold get up from the brass throne!" the Emperor cursed inwardly.

Although emperors have a history of sitting on the golden throne, compared to Khorne, a paralyzed antisocial madman, his time on the throne was far too short.

No one knows when Khorne sat on the bronze throne, or why he remained seated there and refused to rise.

It seems that from the day of His birth, Khorne has been bound to His bronze throne.

However, Khorne's attack came too fast. A deafening roar, beyond description, exploded, and all the humans in the Comoros felt an excruciating pain as if their brains had been pierced by a wedge.

Those Ada warriors who reacted more sensitively simply rolled their eyes back and fainted.

The entire Comoros, this massive fortified city nestled deep within the network nodes and reinforced layer by layer, was like a giant ship thrown into a stormy sea, experiencing an unprecedented and devastating upheaval.

Even the previous catastrophe of separation did not have such a terrible impact on Comoros.

The feeling is like an elephant ramming into a building, while the people inside can only passively endure the attack.

The laboratory walls were instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and various complex energy conduits burst, spewing out blinding electric sparks.

The ground undulated like waves, tossing the heavy equipment into the air. Even the tunnel boring machine, which had just begun to stabilize, was shaking violently. The nascent consciousness emitted a sharp, terrified buzzing sound.

The complete network tunnel boring machine and the seamless network tunnel are closely related, and when the network tunnel is hit by an external force, it naturally reacts accordingly.

Luo Xi grunted and forcefully stabilized the network tunnel boring machine's consciousness, preventing it from going berserk and out of control.

The rest of the group immediately left the laboratory and went to the outer areas of Comoros to observe the situation.

With Dorne and Peturabo personally overseeing the situation, the newly built Comoros city was not significantly affected.

Although several large cracks appeared on the fortress's defenses, the overall structure remained intact.

The massive earthquake spread from the network barrier to Comoros City, but by the time it reached Comoros, its destructive power had already been reduced by several orders of magnitude.

The Primarchs were all incredulous. They had personally attacked Comoros and knew how sturdy this giant node city attached to the network was.

Could it be that the enemy in the subspace directly shook the entire network and then transferred the destructive power here?
Before the Emperor could even inform the Primarchs that Khorne had personally taken action, it was proven that Khorne's direct combat prowess was indeed unimaginably strong.

The Infinite Network is not an inanimate object; it possesses its own independent consciousness. Although many of the networks have been damaged or contaminated, the remaining networks are still an unimaginably vast existence.

Khorne strikes the Web with his own power, and the Web is able to retaliate with a counterforce.

This is similar to a human punching a tree; the fist will also feel pain.

But Khorne didn't care; he only cared whether his enemies would die.

The Emperor quickly surveyed the entire Comoros. Because Aisha and Higoki had been notified in advance, these two Eldar gods had dispersed their power, reducing the impact on Comoros. However, some parts of Comoros still suffered extremely severe damage.

One of the most important defensive nodes of Comoros, and a symbol of the former glory of the Spirit Empire, the Kane Gate, was blasted open by an absolute and unreasonable force.

It was a sword light.

A sword light composed of pure bloodlust and an endless thirst for slaughter.

It was so vast that it seemed to stretch across the entire subspace outside the Comoros Netwall.

Even the incredibly sturdy net barrier was somewhat overwhelmed by Khorne's attack, with cracks and fragments constantly peeling off from it.

Aisha and Higoki, along with the Elven race, continuously reinforced this section of the net with their own power, but even so, the effect was not very noticeable.

The Eldar gods felt the overwhelming power of the Blood God with fear. Compared to him, the former Bloodhand Kane seemed like a harmless mascot.

"You've really caused me a lot of trouble!"

Xi Gaoqi wore a pained expression, a look of fear appearing on his mask.

He was never a god skilled in battle; in terms of fighting power, he might not even be as strong as Elsa.

It is truly difficult for them to confront Khorne across the internet now.

"City of Cowards!!!"

A voice filled with endless rage and contempt echoed through the subspace, accompanied by the world-destroying sword light.

Khorne swung his sword again, and this time the Gate of Kane, which had already been blasted open but was still holding on, could no longer hold on and turned into dust that swept into the Comoros.

The gates built by the Ancient Empire, reinforced by Aisha and Higoki, couldn't even withstand the third strike from Khorne, who personally intervened.

The violent energy explosion instantly engulfed the entire portal. The automatic turrets guarding the portal, the defensive shields, and even the defensive troops who hadn't had time to evacuate were instantly vaporized by the devastating energy aftershocks, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

Fortunately, Khorne's attention was temporarily drawn to the Gate of Kane for a moment, and the Emperor also temporarily borrowed power from the God-Emperor and the Dark Lord through the Trinity System.

With Khorne's arrival, a projection of the Blood God's domain appeared in the subspace near the Comoros Web.

It was a sky a mixture of blood and darkness, with an indescribable red sand storm raging beneath it, while crimson lightning occasionally struck down from the completely opaque clouds, shattering the red sand tornado into dust.

Corresponding to the sky is a boundless ocean made of blood, with countless skulls forming islands that constantly drift and rise in the sea of ​​blood, stirring up a rain of blood.

Even across the network, the ordinary workers, Astartes, and even the industrial Iron Men who were taking refuge in the Comoros were all caught in a state of violent anger and hatred.

Even if one can still suppress primal instincts with willpower now, no one knows whether their willpower can remain steadfast if this continues.

However, at this moment when it seemed as if an apocalyptic catastrophe had descended, a cold sun radiating endless golden light suddenly appeared before the Blood God's Domain.

The light of the Divine Emperor pierced through the blood clouds of Khorne's domain and shone upon the true form of the Blood God.

"Your opponent is me!"

The emperor's figure disappeared from the Comoros and appeared beside the cold sun.

The power of the Trinity was poured into the Emperor's body, causing the Lord of Man to grow rapidly, expanding to a size sufficient to fight Khorne.

Khorne felt no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, his heart was filled with ecstasy and rage at having encountered a worthy opponent.

The Emperor's Sword ignited with golden, holy flames, meeting Khorne's brass greatsword, forged from pure killing intent and rage, without yielding an inch.

This was the first time anyone present had ever seen the Emperor unleash his full power, especially against an opponent known for his war and martial prowess, the Blood God Khorne.

Even Ryan, Dorn, and others who had boundless faith in the Emperor were now feeling uneasy and had no idea what to expect.

The Emperor is powerful, but the one on the other side is Khorne, and Khorne is in his home space in the warp.

But there was no time for idle thoughts, because after Khorne tore the Gate of Cain to shreds, an endless army of Khorne poured directly into Comoros through the Gate of Cain.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull offering to the skull seat!!"

An incredibly ferocious and bloodthirsty battle cry came from the direction of the Gate of Kane.

It was as if countless battlefields and countless warriors were shouting and roaring at the same time. The combined sound waves broke through all obstacles and came to the front of mankind.

The most valiant and skilled legion under the Blood God's command, the champion selected from countless worlds and races, is now within reach.

The air was thoroughly polluted by sulfur, rust, and a thick, bloody stench; every breath felt like inhaling scalding hot sand.

Leading the charge were three enormous figures radiating an aura of despair.

Angron took the lead, the former Primarch of the Twelfth Legion, who has now become the most ferocious demon prince under Khorne.

His massive body, covered in twisted brass and a pale white skull, cracked the ground of Comoros with every step he took.

The massive black sword in the Fallen Primarch's hand emitted a soul-rending shriek; the sonic boom generated by its mere swing sent dozens of Imperial Fists attempting to stop him flying and tearing apart their cover.

In Angron's crimson eyes burned a furious rage, utterly twisted by the Butcher's Nail.

Without tactics, without objectives, only a pure desire for destruction, like a runaway killing engine, it charged straight toward the direction with the strongest firepower.

Kabanha, on the other hand, was relegated to second place after Angron. In addition to killing intent and rage, there was an extremely complex meaning in the eyes of this powerful, bloodthirsty freak.

It watched as Angron charged ahead, drawing countless firepower and attention, his face scarred with glory and jagged bone spurs, beneath which raged a poisonous fire called jealousy.

It recalled a conversation it had once had with Angelte.

Angertai claims that as more and more demon princes are born from ascension, the competition these native bloodthirsty demons will face will become increasingly fierce.

After Skabrand committed the foolish act of defying Khorne, the Blood God's most valued subordinate fell to Angron.

This position should have originally belonged to either Angela or Cabanja.

Angron arrived last, and his contributions to Khorne were far less than those of the other bloodthirsty freaks, but because of his special status, he directly took the place of Khorne's favorite.

It's impossible for these local demons like Kabanha not to be angry and resentful about this.

Moreover, Angron's behavior when facing humans was indeed unworthy of the Blood God's high regard for him.

The Shadow Expedition launched by Angron and Luojia turned a winning situation into a losing one, and in the end, they withdrew from the Five Hundred Worlds in disgrace.

During the Siege of Terra, Angron was killed single-handedly by Sanguielles and had his Butcher's Nail pulled out in public, exiled in an extremely humiliating manner.

When Angron was sieging the ghoul orcs during the Empire's campaign, he was defeated and beheaded by the "weak" Guilliman and banished back to the Warp.

The thought of Angron's glorious achievements makes even a veteran bloodthirsty monster like Kabanhar want to laugh.

Angron was the undefeated Khorne champion only in the Bronze Arena; his reputation was that he excelled in domestic battles but was inept in international ones.

But the more this happened, the more unbalanced Kabanha felt inside.

If Angron were indeed far superior to them, that would be one thing, but this demonic Primarch, who repeatedly suffers setbacks, always manages to receive Khorne's boundless forgiveness and even more favor.

Every time Angron is banished back to the Warp, Khorne always manages to piece him back together and bring him back to life.

Other failed bloodthirsty monsters either had their existence erased by Khorne, or had to wait in the pool of blood for Khorne to resurrect them when he was in a good mood.

Moreover, it wasn't just Angron; even within Angron's World Eater Legion, Khorne favored those demon princes who rose through the ranks due to their outstanding performance.

Why should these old-school, bloodthirsty monsters like Khorne be relegated to the status of these "outsiders"?
“These hybrids, transformed by birth, have stolen the grace of our Lord; their existence has defiled the purity of blood and fire!”

The brass axe in Kabanha's hand erupted with even more intense flames, as it desperately wanted to prove to the Blood God that it was the true embodiment of pure war.

"Blood God, gaze upon me!"

"Look at that brute Angron, what on earth is he doing?"

Kabanha glanced at Angron out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but sigh.

Angron, fueled by the Butcher's Nail and consumed by boundless rage, is a killing machine that indiscriminately slaughters friend and foe.

Other vampires, Khorne's Bronze Bulls, and even bloodthirsty freaks would be chopped into mincemeat by Angron's black sword if they got close to him.

While fighting alone is indeed one of Khorne's strengths, it is definitely not the fighting style that Khorne appreciates on the battlefield.

Kabanha, on the other hand, is completely different. This bloodthirsty madman can use extremely precise and efficient tactics. Around him, the vampire army follows like a swarm of scarlet ants.

They are endless, indifferent to casualties, and only yearn to cut through flesh with sharp blades and collect skulls to offer to the great Blood God.

The vampires' onslaught was like a crimson tide, one wave after another, with Kabanha at its core.

Anything that tried to stop them, whether it was a tank, a knight mech, or a valiant human warrior, was instantly reduced to minced meat and metal scraps.

Within the orderly formation of the vampires, a large number of demonic engines clad in brass armor were clustered together.

These powerful weapons of war, with their heavy tracks crushing through ruins and corpses, unleashed death in all directions with their rotating tearing cannons and lava jets.

The skull cannon spewed devastating beams of energy, each salvo tearing a massive breach in the human defenses.

The sky was obscured by hellfire dragons burning with flames. They swooped down, their claws and fangs tearing at anti-aircraft positions and exposed soldiers, clashing with human air units.

Under Kabanha's command, the Khorne's army was like a perfect killing machine; they knew no fear, no fatigue, and fought only for blood and skulls.

Primarchs such as Ryan Johnson, Leman Ruth, and Chagatai Khan have arrived at the front lines of the battlefield. They stare at the imposing Khorne army before them, their expressions turning solemn.

Unlike the previous invasions of Comoros by Nurgle and Slaanesh, those two Chaos Gods did not actually deploy too much power.

They did not want to suffer a backlash from the Web, which would put them at a disadvantage in their struggle against other Chaos Gods.

But Khorne was different; he didn't care about the loss of his own strength. He went all out from the start, without holding back at all.

Ryan glanced at his brothers beside him. Although the situation was dire, none of them showed any fear.

But just as the three Primarchs were about to lead their offspring in a counter-offensive against the Khorne army, streaks of black-gold flames ignited on the battlefield of Comoros.

They strolled out of the flames like ghosts appearing out of nowhere, each clad in black and gold armor adorned with marks of purity and rounded skulls, their helmets' air intakes and goggles spewing forth inextinguishable flames.

The cursed legion under the Emperor's command, composed of loyal and heroic souls, arrived on the battlefield as expected when Comoros was attacked by the Khorne demon army.

At the forefront, the headless figure wielding a warhammer saluted his brothers before joining forces with Llane and the other Primarchs to charge at the onrushing, bloodthirsty freaks.

(End of this chapter)