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

Chapter 901 The True Son of the Emperor

After realizing that the Forgrim before him, or rather all the Primarchs, were not the beings he remembered, Rellano was caught in a violent internal conflict.

Rellano had absolutely no idea where these "Primarchs" came from.
Could it be that the Emperor has restarted the Primarchy Project and created a second batch of Primarchs?
But then, Relano dismissed this absurd idea.

The Emperor erased the Primarchs of the Second and Eleventh Legions for some reason. Although Rellano didn't know exactly what happened, it must have been a momentous event that crossed the Emperor's red line.

The members of these two legions were also subjected to memory erasure and were scattered and mixed into other legions. It is worth mentioning that the Imperial Fist and Ultramarines received the largest number of Lost Legion warriors.

If the Emperor has the ability to recreate the Primarch, then why not create a new Primarch after erasing the two original Primarchs?

Although he couldn't figure out their origins, Rellano at least noticed the tendencies of these Primarchs.

Even the rebellious Primarchs, led by Horus, did not exude the stench of traitors. On the contrary, they were remarkably similar to the great war leaders in Rellano's memories.

The ancient sage was momentarily dazed. He even wondered if he had already died, but in his dying moments, he saw the scene he most wanted to see—the rebellion had never happened, and all the Primarchs were still united around the Emperor, fighting for the great revival of humanity.

Inside the fearless sarcophagus, his mutilated body, immersed in the maintenance fluid, emanated waves of phantom pain and a real sense of exhaustion, pulling him back to reality from his brief daze.

No, it's not a dream. This pain is too real, and this century of waiting and loneliness is too heavy.

“What has happened cannot be changed.” His voice regained its firmness. “What matters is the future. Tell me… how is the empire outside? Horus’s rebellion… what was the outcome?”

He asked the core question that had sustained him through the long years.

Upon hearing Rellano's question, Lemanrus hesitated for two seconds before firmly replying:

"We've won! We've achieved victory!"

"Horus failed. He was killed by the Emperor himself aboard the Soul of Vengeance. We have ended this rebellion."

"later……"

Lemanrus sorted through the fragmented memories in his mind and roughly described the trajectory of the empire over the past century.

The ancient sage inside the fearless mech listened quietly, and no one knew what he was thinking as he listened.

"In my last memory, the Empire had mastered the Space Bridge and the Web technology and was about to use them to unite all of humanity in the galaxy and forever rid themselves of the covetousness of the Chaos God."

Not only Rellano, but the other Primarch clones listened with utmost seriousness, for these important details were missing from their memories and could only be filled by Lemanrus.

The empire's struggles and revival were both unfamiliar history to them and a future that seemed to be connected to them by blood but which they had never participated in.

Clone Horus was so excited that he could hardly contain himself. He suddenly lowered his head, his huge hands clenched into fists, his nails almost piercing the armor on his palms.

“Father, Father…” he murmured softly, his voice choked with emotion.

As the clone of the chief traitor, Horus has been suffering immense psychological torment since his awakening.

He personally dragged the achievements of the Emperor's Great Expedition into the abyss, and he extinguished the hope that the human race had finally managed to rekindle.

Every time he closed his eyes, the Emperor's disappointed gaze would appear before him. He didn't blame anything, didn't utter any curses or scorn, but that utter indifference, as if looking at a dead thing, was more painful to him than any punishment.

Now that Horus knows that his mistakes have been gradually corrected, his guilt has lessened somewhat.

Rellano could see the truth in Ruth's answer; he knew that the Primarch before him was not deceiving him.

"Ha...haha...hahaha—!"

Suddenly, a loud, hoarse laugh, filled with boundless joy and utter relief, burst forth from inside the stone coffin of the fearless mech.

The laughter was so fervent, so unrestrained, so uninhibited, as if a soul that had been suppressed for so long had finally found its ultimate redemption and liberation.

"I knew it, I knew it! How could those traitors, those corrupt and decadent scum, possibly defeat the Lord of Mankind?"

I followed under his banner and witnessed firsthand his awe-inspiring talent and unparalleled power. I have never doubted him, not even for a moment!

This ancient sage, who had stood alone for a hundred years amidst the mountains of corpses and endless ashes of Istvan III, relying on his absolute faith in the Emperor and an unquenchable flame of revenge, finally heard the best ending he could hope for.

The empire's victory was the highest and most precious reward for his arduous defense.

As the laughter subsided, Relano's sensors slowly turned toward the huge, menacing metal hemisphere behind him, which exuded an ominous aura.

It was a viral bomb in a highly unstable dormant state.

"I have fulfilled one promise, and now I only have one mission left." The ancient sage's voice returned to its calm tone.

"This behemoth is a generous gift from the traitors, a doomsday-level viral bomb. It was supposed to explode along with its sister bombs and completely destroy the world."

But fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, it malfunctioned; the detonation process was interrupted at the last moment, but it did not completely fail, thus falling into this dangerous, eternal slumber.

"The reason I am here, stuck in this crevice of the rock, having been with it for a hundred years, is simply to wait for an opportunity."

I know all too well that the utterly corrupted monster, the demon-ascended Forgrim, will one day return to this place, perhaps to flaunt his shameful achievements, or perhaps to mourn his twisted past…

"I know even more deeply that even if I were inside the Dreadnought and could unleash even greater power than I did in life, I would still be no match for an Ascended Primarch."

All I can rely on is this most powerful technological creation, a culmination of human wisdom and strength.

His power claws gently brushed against the cold, deadly cartridge case, with an almost tender resolve.

"My plan is simple: maintain the minimum life signal, fall into the deepest sleep, and erase all unnecessary traces of energy, like a venomous fang buried under the emperor's wrath."

At the same time, set up an extremely faint field assistance code, which would be highly sensitive to the Sons of the Emperor's army.

“I’m waiting, waiting for that traitor to be drawn by this familiar signal, to step into this grave, and then…” Rellano’s electronic voice turned sharp and cold.

"I will burn out the last bit of power in this broken body and manually overload the detonation core of this bomb. This may not trigger a global wave of destruction, but it will be enough to create a localized, absolutely deadly outbreak of the life-devouring virus."

The scope need not be vast, but enough to drag everything standing here, including that monster, into an eternal abyss of death. This is the final revenge I, an old soldier long forgotten by time, can carry out.

Inside the underground cavity, you could hear a pin drop.

All Primarchs, regardless of their origins or stances, were utterly shaken by the extreme loyalty and hatred of the Ancient Sage Rellano.

Even seasoned commanders like Leman Russ and Ryan Johnson revealed undisguised, profound respect in their eyes.

What unwavering will this is! What steadfast and extraordinary spirit this is!

Even the clone of Forgrim felt a violent tremor from the depths of his soul and an overwhelming sense of shame.

He stared at the ancient, dilapidated, yet terrifyingly determined Dreadnought, as if glimpsing the glorious qualities that the Sons of the Emperor once possessed, but which his own body had long since recklessly abandoned and trampled on in its pursuit of so-called "perfection."

They were once willing to sacrifice everything for their beliefs and glory, and persevere until the end of time.

In terms of the purity and steadfastness of his will, this offspring has already surpassed his genetic father.

“Awe-inspiring loyalty and courage, ancient sage.” Lemanrus’s voice was more solemn than ever before. “But now, times have changed, and revenge may no longer be your only path or destination.”

The Wolf King then briefly explained to Rellanor the bizarre birth of these Primarch clones, their incomplete memories, and their current desperate situation of being relentlessly hunted by the Ascended Vorgrim and his Slaanesh army.

“Therefore, we urgently need to escape this world of death,” Ruth said, her tone filled with an undeniable urgency.

“Rellano, you fought here to the last moment. Do you still have any understanding of the deep structure of this place?”

Is there any usable vehicle or aircraft remaining here, or is it just a intact delivery beacon?

After listening, Relano fell silent again.

The sensor's light flickered steadily but slowly, as if it were searching desperately in a vast, smoke-like, yet cracked, memory bank.

“I am deeply sorry, Wolf King.”

After a long silence, his deep voice rang out again.

"My core memories are mostly about the strategic deployments and defensive nodes of this region in the past, but they have long since vanished in the orbital bombardment and geological upheavals."

My last memory is of crashing here with this unexploded bomb, using the remaining momentum to climb into this relatively stable rock layer, and then falling into a long sleep.

As time has passed, the earth's surface has been completely transformed, and I know absolutely nothing about the current underground structures.

"As for the vehicles or equipment," he paused, his voice filled with even greater apology.

"Even if there are remnants from that time, after this planet was ravaged by both viral bombs and global incineration, the environment has caused severe corrosion and interference to any sophisticated creations. I'm afraid you will find it difficult to find anything that is still functional."

Rellano's answer made Rus pause, his instincts sensing an unusual hesitation in the tone of the ancient sage before him.

He was almost certain that Relano hadn't told the whole truth, or at least had something to hide.

Lemanrus sighed heavily. He didn't expect the loyal and fearless mech to trust them completely so quickly. His wolf-like resilience allowed him to suppress his frustration and ask another question.

“Rellano, come with us. The Empire has been restored and needs heroes like you to return to its ranks. Your epic should be sung by all, your loyalty should be known to future generations, and your experience and wisdom are priceless treasures to the Empire.”

However, Rellano's fearless mech slowly but with unusual firmness shook its head, a gesture that carried an unquestionable resolve.

"No, Wolf King, I appreciate your kindness."

"But I'm just too tired. Hatred and anger have long since burned away everything I have. The outside world no longer belongs to this old man."

My empire, forever frozen in that great era of expeditions, forever etched in the memories of all my brothers who still roam the stars side by side.

His sensors turned back to the silent viral bomb, then scanned the clone Vorgrim, and finally surveyed all the Primarchs.

"I must settle this once and for all with Forgrim, who tarnished the Legion's honor, betrayed the Emperor, and murdered Lord Feralas."

Although Lemanrus had expected it, he was still slightly disappointed to hear Relano's answer.

"In that case..."

Before the Wolf King could finish speaking, a tremendous sound came from the surface of the planet.

An indescribable torrent of psychic energy, causing extreme disgust and physical discomfort from the depths of one's soul, erupted suddenly from Istvan III, like the mournful screams of millions of wronged souls mixed with the ecstatic groans of utter depravity.

Looking through the crack above the cave, the dark red, murky sky that shrouded the world all day seemed to be violently torn apart by an invisible giant claw painted with bewitching purple oil.

The sharp, piercing screams and laughter, a mixture of frenzied pleasure and extreme pain, grew clearer and clearer, surging in like a tsunami.

"They're here!" Magnus's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"It's warp teleportation! That corrupted Forgrim used the unimaginably vast warp echoes generated by the billions of vengeful spirits who perished on this land as a beacon and energy source, forcibly tearing apart the barriers of the real universe."

"For the Dark Prince!" The twisted and perverse battle cry spread rapidly like a plague.

The next second, the thick rock layers and piles of metal ruins above the cave began to shake under the influence of this surge of psionic energy, and countless fragments of rock and twisted metal poured down like a torrential rain.

A huge, alluring figure, clad in armor with blasphemous runes, appeared on the surface of the planet Istvan III.

He was surrounded by countless twisted and gorgeous Slaanesh demons, exuding a seductive and corrupting stench, as well as a large number of Sons of the Emperor Noise Warriors clad in extremely ornate and twisted armor, playing destructive noises and emitting maniacal laughter.

The demon prince, Fugrim, finally caught up with them.

His face, flawless yet strangely alluring due to his depravity, carried a cruel pleasure akin to a cat toying with its dying prey.

His snake-like vertical eyes gleamed with a hungry light, instantly and accurately locking onto the target below. He saw the clone of Forgrim, and the ancient, fearless mech that had long since turned to dust in his "memory".

"Ah~ my dear little sweetheart, where are you going?"

His voice was like the sweetest honey mixed with the deadliest venom, accompanied by a nauseating aria.

"And...tsk tsk, who is this? A rusty, old iron coffin that should have been in a museum long ago? It even has such a nostalgic, stale smell."

His gaze swept over Relano with interest, his initial doubts quickly replaced by a stronger, more malicious malice and a desire to toy with him.

"It seems my exciting hunt has yielded an unexpected nostalgic bonus? This is perfect!"

The Slaanesh army and the corrupted Noise Warriors, with deafening screams and maniacal laughter, burst forth from the massive warp rift and launched a frenzied descent towards the Primarchs within the underground void.

Deadly sound waves, distorted energy, poisoned blades, and seductive whispers instantly filled the entire underground space.

The battle suddenly erupted deep within this tomb that had buried six billion souls.

"For the Emperor!" Rellano's roar was like thunder, drowning out the demon's shriek.

His long-dormant weapon system instantly overloaded and activated, with multiple hot melt guns spewing out scorching torrents of destruction that instantly vaporized the first few Slaanesh demons to rush down.

With a century's worth of pent-up rage, the Power Claw slammed into a Noise Warrior, smashing him and his armor into a twisted mass of flesh.

"Your insistence is pointless, Rellano."

"You have long been forgotten by the world, don't you understand?"

Rellano remained silent, simply turning and charging towards the virus bomb.

"Hold the line! Don't let these bastards get close to that thing!" Lemanrus roared, then lunged at a demon riding a Slaanesh horse, his greatsword flashing with a cold arc, cleaving the demon in two.

Saint Gilles's power sword radiated a holy light that purified evil, and with each swing it brought forth a chorus of demonic howls and black smoke from the vaporization.

His pure white wings flapped, deftly dodging the dense attacks while providing cover for his brothers around him.

Magnus hovered in the air, his powerful psionic energy transforming into a devastating storm of lightning that swept across the surging tide of demons, attempting to halt their advance.

Vulcan was like an indestructible fortress; each swing of his massive forging hammer carried the force of thunder, smashing and burning any approaching enemies.

He deliberately moved close to the virus bomb, using his massive body to provide it with extra protection.

The other Primarch clones also threw themselves into the battle, with Clone Horus and Clone Forgrim back to back, cooperating with each other.

They fought with extraordinary ferocity, as if they wanted to unleash all their anger and shame towards their own bodies on these chaotic enemies.

However, the number of enemies seemed endless; no matter how many they killed, new ones would always emerge from the warp rifts.

The ascended demon Fugrim hovered in the air, watching the battle below with a pleased smile on his face.

He gently raised one hand, his fingertips wreathed in pinkish-purple chaotic energy.

"What a... energetic struggle, Rellano. Are you planning to use a virus bomb to blow up your father?"

"But have you forgotten something? These clones, who are still loyal to the false emperor, are also within the kill range of the virus bombs on this battlefield."

"Although they are counterfeits, they are still counterfeits of the originals, and they can still contribute to the Empire and humanity~"

What would you choose?

With a flick of his finger, Forgrim unleashed a tiny yet extremely concentrated burst of chaotic energy, aimed directly at the unstable virus bomb.

"No!" Lemanrus, Vulcan, and the others shouted in horror almost simultaneously.

The energy was too fast and too tricky, bypassing all interceptions and precisely hitting the outer shell of the virus bomb.

A chilling mechanical malfunction sounded, and several previously dim indicator lights on the virus bomb's casing suddenly began flashing a blinding red light.

A more intense and unstable energy fluctuation emanated from inside the bomb, and even fine cracks began to appear on its outer shell, from which a wisp of dark green mist exuding an extremely ominous aura slowly seeped out.

"Hahaha!" The Ascended Forgrim let out a triumphant and cruel laugh. "Look! You old relic, make your choice now, you don't have much time left to waste."

Rellano's Dreadnought let out an extremely angry roar, but he was currently entangled by several Hellbeasts and Noise Warriors and was unable to break free.

In particular, the hell beasts brought by Forgrim, these fearless creatures of the Chaos faction, often unleash unimaginable combat power due to the intense torment they endure.

They may die a painful death after the battle, but that will not diminish their formidable performance in the fight.

Rellano pulled the trigger of the Hellbeast, which shook violently with a single shot. Then, he unleashed his power claws, tearing out the remains of the Emperor's Son from the core of the Hellbeast.

As the battlefield situation continued to deteriorate, the Primarch clones not only had to face the surging army of demons and the ever-watchful Ascended Primarchs, but also had to be constantly wary of the viral bomb that could explode at any moment and drag everyone into hell.

"Magnus!" Lemanrus yelled at the Primarch while parrying attacks, "Can you stabilize that thing for now?!"

"Or teleport us all to the surface of the planet and detonate the virus bomb!"

“This is too difficult!” Magnus gritted his teeth and replied, his single eye flashing wildly as he tried to use his psionic energy to envelop the leaking virus and suppress the unstable energy core, but with little success.

"Its structure is too intricate and too fragile. Complex psionic intervention on the battlefield could very well cause it to collapse completely. I cannot guarantee that we can all be teleported away under the interference of the Primarch!"

"We must get out of here immediately!" Guilliman shouted, slashing down a demon with his power sword. "But the exit is blocked!"

The only exit is currently being firmly guarded by a steady stream of demons and the ascended demon Forgrim himself.

"Rellano!" Clone Forgrim suddenly shouted towards the Dreadnought, fighting as he struggled to move closer to it. "Is there any other way? Any possible route!"

“I know you’re wary of me, and I understand your thoughts. You can’t be sure if we’re truly loyal, and you’re doing the right thing!”

"I can stay here and let my brothers go first. They shouldn't die here!"

Rellano paused for a moment, seemingly making an internal decision.

Just as a Slaanesh demon's spike was about to pierce him, he was shoved aside by the clone Angron, thus avoiding the attack.

"Yes!" Rellano's electronic voice finally rang out.

“There is an abandoned supply tunnel behind the rock where I was stuck. It is one of the alternative routes to the deeper underground network, but after so long, I don’t know if it is still passable.”

“There’s no time to hesitate!” Lemanrus made a decisive decision.

"Vulcan, Peturabo! You two lead the way, the rest of you cover us, move towards that passage. Magnus, do your best to suppress the virus bombs. Rellano, point the way!"

"Trying to escape? How disappointing. I thought you were going to fight to the death." Ascended Forgrim curled his lip, seemingly losing patience.

He personally took action, his four piercing swords flashing with blinding purple lightning, unleashing destructive power as they slashed fiercely at the Primarchs below.

The battle instantly entered its most brutal and dangerous phase.

The Primarchs must withstand attacks from the Ascended Primarchs and sieges from the daemons, protecting themselves while suppressing the impending explosion of the viral bombs, all while trying to break through to that hopeless, unknown passage.

Every step was a matter of life and death, every attack a matter of survival.

Rellano roared, pushing the energy output of the molten gun to its limit, even overloading the weapon, to melt down the boulders and enemies blocking their way.

His armor continued to suffer new damage from the demons' attacks, but he paid no heed.

"Quick, it's right behind us!" he roared, pointing his power claws at a massive pile of collapsed rock walls that had previously been blocked by his machine.

Vulcan and Peturabo immediately concentrated their firepower, bombarding the rock wall with heavy weapons and brute force, sending debris flying everywhere.

Clone Horus and Clone Forgrim fought desperately to fend off the main attack from the Ascended Forgrim.

Each collision sent their blood surging. The cloned bodies faced the ascended demon Forgrim, and time and again they felt the enormous gap in strength between them.

"Hurry!" Lemanrus urged.

Finally, with a loud "boom", the rock wall was forcibly broken open, revealing a dark, narrow cave entrance that exuded stale air.

"Go!" the wolf king roared.

The Primarchs fought and retreated, quickly withdrawing towards the cave entrance.

"Don't even think about leaving!" the Ascended Forgrim roared, charging toward the Primarchs like a maddened viper.

At this critical moment!
Rellano whirled around to face Forgrim's deadly blade. Instead of dodging, he lunged forward and plunged his power claws deep into the demon's chest.

The faint, flickering beacon light on his chest instantly turned into a blinding, high-frequency red alarm flashing.

"Wolf King!" Rellano's electronic voice, transmitted through loudspeakers, reached the ears of every Primarch who was evacuating; calm, yet containing the final resolve.

"Tell the Empire, tell posterity, Rellano... the ancient sages... were loyal to this!"

Fugrim was frantically attacking the iron behemoth blocking his way. His blade easily cleaved through the Dreadnought's defenses, exposing Rellano's sarcophagus.

But there is no doubt that his progress has been slowed down.

“Though my body is broken and I am trapped in an iron coffin, I am far too perfect compared to you now,” Rellano shouted, facing the Primarch directly.

"You have betrayed your offspring; you have brought us here to die!"

"You can never be forgiven, you will never be pardoned!"

"You will now die by my hand!"

The next second, to the astonishment of the Ascended Forgrim, and as countless demons pounced, Rellano's massive Dreadnought used its last strength to fire at the extremely unstable virus bomb that had begun to tremble violently.

He turned himself into the final trigger that ignited it.

"No!" Clone Forgrim cursed wildly, this stubborn iron lump in front of him was simply damnable.

In his calculations, as long as he and those clones were in the same underground space, Rellano would definitely have something to worry about.

His inner struggle between the desire to kill himself and the urge to protect those clones would bring him more amusement.

After all, these "loyalists" are always constrained by various rules and regulations, which is also their weakness.

But now, Fugrim realizes he's gone too far.

"For the Emperor!!!" Rellano's final roar shook the entire underground cavern.

boom! ! !
An indescribable burst of light and destructive energy instantly engulfed everything.

Forgrim's demonic body melted instantly under the attack of the viral bomb, and the other Slaanesh demons turned to ashes before they could even scream.

The Primarchs who were evacuating through the secret passage felt the massive shockwave coming from behind them, and were immediately terrified. Magnus gritted his teeth and forcefully conjured a psionic barrier to block the aftershocks of the viral bomb behind the passage.

Magnus then led his brothers to the surface several kilometers away via psionic teleportation, where the place they had been staying had been completely turned into a wasteland by the viral bomb.

(End of this chapter)