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

Chapter 910 The Out-of-Control Prophecy
Magnus's explanation made Anglon's eyes widen, and he instantly understood what they meant.

The most exaggerated expression came from the Wolf King Lemanrus. This Primarch stared at his brother in disbelief, even lunging forward and roughly tearing at Magnus's face with his own hands, as if trying to dig something out.

"You're not Magnus, so who are you?"

"Damn it, give me back my brother! How could Magnus have such a brain?"

"It's fake, it must be fake!"

Magnus shoved Lemanrus away in displeasure, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

The more Lemanrus questioned him, the more it proved that this guy was actually jealous of his intelligence.

The wisdom of the great Magnus!
Magnus was more intoxicated by Lemanrus's jealousy than by anyone else's.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around."

Guilliman immediately spoke up to stop him, realizing that Ruth was joking, but now was not the time for fooling around.

“Magnus’s interpretation is indeed correct. We will use the prophecy that Tantric Buddhism excels at to turn the tables on them.”

“We can’t find them in advance, but we can use prophecy to drive them into the target area, then we’ll be trapped like turtles in a jar, with nowhere to escape.”

"To achieve this goal, we first need to determine which direction they went after leaving this stop."

Guilliman turned his gaze to Uslan.

The prophet Uslan closed his eyes and concentrated, the staff in his hand emitting a soft and mysterious light, the light like a living entity, meandering and flowing in the air.

"The cult's nest ship can shield itself from external prophecy detection. Although it sounds very sophisticated, the principle is actually very simple."

"The essence of prophecy is the special use of psychic energy, like sending out radar waves. When the radar waves come into contact with the target, they are reflected and the information is sent back to the base station."

"On the one hand, the cult's nest ship can absorb and weaken the 'radar waves' of this prophecy, thereby reducing its own presence."

"On the other hand, esoteric religions also possess an enhanced version of psychic precognition. When they realize that they are being targeted by a prophecy, they will fabricate misleading content and send it back to the object of the prophecy."

"It's as easy for them as eating and drinking, which is why it's so hard for us to catch them."

“But this is not unbreakable!” Cloned Magnus stepped forward and said.

“We can achieve miracles through sheer force. As long as the psionic radar waves are strong enough, no matter how strong its absorption capacity is, it will eventually reveal some weaknesses.”

"While this flaw isn't enough to help us pinpoint the exact location, it can still provide simple information like orientation."

"Although I am not as powerful as my original self, believe me, I can cooperate with you to make our spiritual energy resonate and overlap, becoming the explosive force that tears apart the shield of esoteric prophecy!"

Lehman Ruston chuckled immediately, then lowered his head and muttered in a voice only he could hear:

"Yes, your true form is indeed powerful. You directly destroyed the artificial network beneath the Golden Throne with a single psionic phone call."

“And me, I can also do my part,” said Clone Sanguires, stepping forward.

"The Emperor granted me the ability to see the future. Although it is not as powerful as Koz's, it can at least provide some help."

With Sanguis mentioning Coz, all eyes turned to the clone Coz, who had been standing silently in the shadows.

He and Corax are like the Shadow Twins, always lurking in the shadows, as if the light makes them uncomfortable.

Koz let out a low laugh, a laugh that sent chills down your spine like rusty iron saws rubbing against each other.

"Oh, you finally need me? You need me, the prophet?"

Koz slowly emerged from the shadows, his bashful expression making even a mild-mannered man like Vulcan want to punch him.

The Midnight Ghost clone's personality is even more eccentric than the original, after all, he does not have Koz's complete memories, and can only be considered a half-modified Koz at best.

After being personally trained by Lothie, Koz underwent a complete transformation after sacrificing himself on the Soul of Vengeance to prevent Saint Gilles' inevitable death.

However, this Coz did not completely transform.

Guilliman looked firmly at Koz.

“We need your abilities, brother, to protect the countless lives that might be harmed by the cult.”

“I am familiar with your true form. You look just like the guy I knew, Koz, who pretended to be crazy, but you actually see through things better than anyone else.”

Koz's laughter stopped abruptly, and his expression became unusually serious.

"Although I hate to admit it, Guilliman, I'm not a good person, I still consider myself to have some principles. Those damned aliens have no right to take human lives."

“I will help you drive all those rats out of the sewers. Trust me, I’m especially good at this.”

Guilliman instinctively swallowed, unsure whether Koz was describing something simply and directly, or whether he was referring to the evil people he had previously tortured and killed.

However, he heard that when Coz fell to Nostrama, he survived by eating rodents such as rats.
The four powerful psionicists quickly finished their exchange and formed a circle in the center of the newly emptied tactics room.

They then began to use psychic prophecy together to detect the location of the cult's hive ship.

“Concentrate,” Uslan guided the other three, his voice like a soothing tide, quietly calming their anxiety.

"To sense the pulse of psionic energy in the galaxy and to leverage the power of the warp with our will, rather than simply relying on our own strength to act brute force."

Spiritual energy gathered indoors, the temperature began to drop sharply, and frost emanating a chilling aura spread visibly.

However, Magnus's forehead was still beaded with sweat, and his body began to heat up as if it were being roasted in a raging fire.

“I think I see them. These alien hybrids are still in the Pacific Sector. They haven’t gone too far.”

Koz let out a painful roar, clutching his head with both hands, his sharp claws tearing at his scalp.

"I almost never encounter anyone who is unpredictable. The last time was with that unpredictable person, Rosie."

"These rats hide themselves in their hard shells to avoid being spied on from the outside world."

Uslan stabilized everyone's psychic energy, his voice remaining as calm as a deep pool.

"Calm down, Lord of the Night. Anger is pointless. Use your will to harness the power of psychic energy and find their weakness."

The four people's psychic energies intertwined, forming a vast sensory network that slowly spread across the boundless sea of ​​stars.

Meanwhile, on the edge of the Aktash sector in the Pacific region, an enormous bio-mechanical hybrid hive ship was silently sailing at the boundary between reality and warp.

Their warp jumps are different from humans'. If humans dive deep into the sea of ​​the soul and swim underwater, then the esoteric sects skip stones on the surface of the sea.

This method minimizes contact with the subspace while still taking advantage of the spacetime disorder of the subspace, thus achieving faster-than-light speeds.

However, this also means that it requires a very high level of skill, since if you're not careful while skipping stones, you can easily end up in deep water and drown.

The nest ship was sailing along its original course, carrying most of the cult members to the next suitable place to stay.

However, as the prophetic power released by Uslan and the others reached the hive ship, the behemoth immediately reacted.

In the conference hall at the heart of the Nest Ship, several high-ranking members of the cult were observing the changing threads of fate around a flowing crystal sphere.

The room was softly lit, with faintly glowing runes carved on the walls, and a unique, refreshing scent permeated the air.

Clad in a Spirit Clan robe, the cold-faced Si Zhan Si Lao Da observed the ripples on the crystal sphere, and couldn't help but feel a chill at the power of this prophecy.

Generally speaking, the stronger the prophecy, the stronger the prophet's spiritual power.

If this level of prophecy came from a single individual, it would be something that they simply couldn't handle.

In his mind, he was more inclined to believe that this prophetic attack came from the combined efforts of multiple prophets, such as that old man Uslan who had joined forces with other Eldar prophets.

Despite her worries, Slough dared not show them on her face.

The internal workings of Tantric Buddhism are not entirely harmonious; one must project a strong image to avoid attracting the covetousness and malice of others.

"Someone is trying to use the power of prophecy to pinpoint our location, but this will only be in vain."

Slough sneered, his voice carrying a confident sarcasm.

“It must be that stubborn old man Uslan. He doesn’t understand how futile his efforts are. Our pre-sensitivity system is far superior to his ancient Eldar witchcraft.”

"He rejected our invitation to cooperate, he was stubborn and inflexible. Such a guy should be swept into the dustbin of history."

Upon hearing Si Zhan's sarcasm, the Sage Yu Hai smiled elegantly.

A special colorless crystal was embedded in his forehead, and it emitted different halos as his thoughts moved.

Sage Youhai may appear gentle and harmless, but the Spirit Race War Chief knows very well that this guy's true combat ability is terrifyingly strong.

He could easily kill the strongest among the Krut, or tear apart a savage Ork warlord with melee combat.

Together with some high-ranking members of the esoteric sect, Sage Yu Hai selected and cultivated a young race called the Titans, which naturally possess extremely high subspace insulation.

In the young Tau civilization, Yu Hai and others played the role of prophetic pioneers, enlightening the Tau people who were initially in a state of ignorance and guiding their technology and social structure to develop rapidly. For this reason, the Tau people respectfully called them "Ether".

Si Zhan Si Lao and he were not from the same faction; they were just working together.

"I have a different opinion."

"Based on my intuition, I feel that the most likely culprits behind this prophetic attack on us are the humans."

“Uslan has been our enemy for a long time. If he had this ability, he would have used it long ago. Moreover, Uslan is very close to humans. He has become a lackey of humans.”

"Although I hate to admit it, if humans become aware of our existence and become wary and hostile towards us, then we'll be in big trouble."

"At least at this point in time and under these circumstances, we are not yet able to fight against humanity. They are too powerful; even the Horus Rebellion could not completely cripple them."

The muscles on the holy-looking face of the Sage of the Sea began to twist and writhe, giving the other high-ranking members of the esoteric sect a complex and contradictory feeling that was a mixture of holiness and ugliness.

Yu Hai is undoubtedly the most malevolent high-ranking member of the cult who harbors the greatest malice towards humanity. Ultimately, this is because when the Tau race he cultivated was just beginning to sprout on their home planet, a group of human invaders arrived and launched an indiscriminate massacre against the nascent Tau.

If it weren't for Youhai's timely intervention, this hard-won Tau race would probably have become part of history before even stepping onto the grand stage of the galaxy.

Yu Hai spent thousands of years cultivating this race to achieve his goals, but things went wrong just when he was about to succeed. This shows how much he hated humans.

Beside the crystal ball, there was a sage whose body was elusive and who appeared to be some kind of plasma life form, expressing his opinions using electromagnetic waves.

"Let them try it. Our pre-sensitivity system has been working perfectly for thousands of years."

"We can perfectly conceal ourselves from the prophecies of others, and then they will only see what we want them to see—such as that we have reached the extreme star field, or that we have dived into the warp. In short, let these prying eyes waste their time."

The senior executives laughed easily, trying to lighten the mood, and then continued with their previous work.

They infused their psionic energy into the crystal ball and began to operate the premonition system at full power, launching a counterattack against the prophecy of the unknown enemy.

At the same time, the scene in the prophecy seen by Uslan and the others suddenly became clear.

They saw that the cult's hive ships had left the Pacific Sector, and these aliens had used the warp to rapidly teleport to a desolate and remote star system in the Misty Sector. Furthermore, the cult had once again begun targeting a human world, cruelly enslaving humans and conducting their insane experiments on human modification.

Even more desperately, this remote human world sent a distress signal to Terra, pleading with the Imperial Angels to come and rescue them.

All of this seems so real that, if one doesn't have a deep understanding of the anti-prophetic abilities of Tantric Buddhism, one might actually believe it to be true.

"When it comes to prophecy, they are still too inexperienced."

"We are the experts in prophecy; the truth is in our hands."

The high-ranking members of the esoteric sects gleefully wove illusory lies, even imagining in their minds how the secret prophets would be completely fooled—what a perverse pleasure that would be!

"Alright, alright, everyone, we've had enough fun." Sage Yu Hai raised his wine glass, swirling the peculiar liquid inside.

"Let's choose a truly safe place as our base. I need more experimental materials and more brilliant ideas to break through my limits."

"The Tau we created are indeed quite good, but their war-fighting capabilities are rather lacking. We need to create more alternative races."

Subsequently, the high-ranking members of the esoteric sect activated the pre-sensitivity system again to choose a suitable place to stay.

Everything was so familiar and smooth that they quickly found a suitable human world.

However, a few minutes later, as the crystal ball gave an unusual response, the smiles of the esoteric sect leaders suddenly froze.

In their pre-sensitivity system, the chosen location was indeed safe at first.

However, three days after they settled in, their outpost was immediately targeted by a human fleet.

They had completely fallen into an unknown trap, and even their hive ship was boarded and captured by the human Astartes.

"We can't go to this place anymore, let's abandon it!"

The transparent crystal on the forehead of the Sage Yu Hai reflected a rapidly flashing alarm light, signaling his warning.

"Continue with the second prophecy, and move to a safer location."

The crystal ball in the center of the prophecy hall began to spin rapidly, revealing countless possible branches of the future.

The precognitive system of Tantric Buddhism is their proudest creation, capable of accurately predicting the probability of future events, allowing them to always make the safest and most secure choices.

However, the results displayed by the system today left all the senior executives dumbfounded.

"This, this, what on earth is going on?"

"The planet we chose for our second prophecy was once again discovered by that human fleet, and then destruction came."

"This time it's seven days, which is a bit better than the previous option."

The cult is like a player with the ability to reload saves, trying again and again to find the option that might lead to victory.

"continue!"

"I just don't believe they can really keep finding us!" Sage Yu Hai said angrily.

However, in the time that followed, the esoteric sect made prophecies one after another, but the results were surprisingly consistent.

In the end, they were all discovered by the human fleet, followed by destruction and slaughter.

"This is impossible!"

The energy life form exclaimed in surprise, and for the first time, a similar emotional fluctuation of shock appeared in the electromagnetic waves it emitted.

"Could it be that the human army has already arrived, indiscriminately covering the entire Aktash sector, or even a larger area?"

"Is it worth expending so much effort for just one of our nest ships?"

Slau Da's eyes were bloodshot; he refused to accept the outcome.

"Continue the prophecy!"

The images inside the crystal ball changed rapidly once again, revealing even more possibilities for the future.

However, the results were almost the same—no matter which path they chose, no matter which star system they landed in, they were ultimately found and destroyed by the same human army.

The image clearly shows the Primarch clad in cobalt blue power armor, along with countless Astartes warriors employing brutal tactics.

Is this a dead end, or is the prophecy... spiraling out of control?

Neither possibility is acceptable to esoteric Buddhism.

"That's not entirely true, look here!"

Yu Hai pointed to a tiny branch of the prophecy: "Only going to Casa Octavius ​​III is relatively safe. We stayed on this planet for a whole month on Terra without being discovered by humans."

Other senior executives immediately gathered to discuss whether this choice was appropriate.

“But the resources there are scarce and the population is sparse, making it unsuitable for conducting experiments,” one voice objected. “The planet’s resources are also very limited, which would require more of our effort.”

"It's better than total annihilation!" Slau Da said sternly. "Continue the search and see if there are any other options. If not, we'll have to lie low here for the time being."

The pre-sensitivity system is operating at full capacity, consuming enormous amounts of energy.

Within the crystal ball, the galaxy rotates, and the future is constantly being peered at and foreseen.

The sages were horrified to discover that almost every possible foothold indicated a future where they would be attacked by human armies.

The probability numbers are constantly changing, as if some force is manipulating these possibilities behind the scenes.

"Here, in the Viditas system, the probability of safely staying for two Terra months is 68%!"

A tantric sage cried out, but the next moment, his hope was dashed.

"No, wait, the probability is decreasing, fifty-seven percent... forty-three percent... it was still attacked by humans."

"Could it be that humanity's prophetic abilities have surpassed ours? Otherwise, how can all this be explained?"

"Wherever we go, humans follow!"

The leaders of the esoteric sect were plunged into unprecedented panic.

For the first time, these people who rely on their ability to predict the future are feeling that their greatest advantage is turning into a disadvantage.

They were like fish trapped in a net, and every struggle only made the net tighten.

Slau Da slammed his fist on the control panel, his Eldar elegance vanishing completely.

“This is something Uslan couldn’t do unless he had a dozen super psionicists simultaneously prophesying, and each of them possessed power close to that of the Primarch!”

"We don't know if there are a dozen or so Primarchs, but in the future we see, Roboute Guilliman appears."

“I saw Saint Gilles.”

"I saw shadows in the darkness, wandering ghosts in the midnight."

“Uh, I saw Horus, the living Horus, and he strangled me with his own hands.”

The sounds in the hall gradually subsided until it became completely silent, with only the alarm still wailing tirelessly.

“That’s impossible,” the energy lifeform retorted. “At least Horus couldn’t be; he died in battle against the human emperor.”

"We instigated Alpharis and led Horus down the path of rebellion, hoping to make humanity bleed to the last drop in the civil war, but we failed."

"There's no time for arguing!"

"Initiate the emergency jump immediately!" Eldar Warmaster Slaw Da ordered, his voice filled with unwavering urgency. "Target: Casa Octavius ​​III. That's our only option!"

"Why is only this planet safe?" some people still wanted to object.

“I don’t know! Do we have any other options?” Slau Da roared, his eyes flashing with panic and desperation.

"Execute immediately! Simultaneously, the entire ship enters combat readiness status. All experimental samples should be transferred first, and non-core areas can be abandoned if necessary."

A piercing alarm sounded inside the cult hive ship, and the massive biomechanical structure began to adjust its direction, preparing for an emergency subspace jump.

Countless staff members ran through the corridors, and panic spread like a plague.

In the final moments before the subspace jump, Slough Da stared at the images displayed on the pre-sensitivity system, a sense of unease rising within him.

The sage's question truly stirred up waves in his heart.

Was the relatively safe Casa Octavius ​​III planet too special, like a trap deliberately set to lure them in?

But the impending threat left him no time to think things through; he had no choice but to take the gamble.

Moreover, Slau Da was unwilling to accept the fact that human prophecies were more powerful than theirs, and even had the capacity to set traps for them.

The cult hive skipped across the turbulent waves of the warp, rapidly advancing towards its target.

On the human warship, the four prophets opened their eyes simultaneously. Their faces were weary, but their eyes gleamed with the light of victory.

“They’ve taken the bait,” the prophet Uslan said with a smile, the light on his staff gradually fading.

"As we expected, they chose Casa Octavius ​​III, a system with little strategic value and scarce resources, which was exactly what they thought we would overlook."

Magnus wiped the sweat from his brow: "Maintaining so many fake future branches is exhausting; Koz's abilities are crucial."

His ability to present countless possibilities simultaneously allowed us to overwhelm their premonition system; without him, we could not have created such a perfect prophetic trap.

"Now that they have fallen into the trap, the first step of the plan is complete."

Guilliman looked around at the crowd, a look of eager anticipation on his face.

"The next step is to wipe them out completely!"

Guilliman opened the fleet-wide communication channel, and his voice echoed across every ship:
"Attention all units, target identified—Casa Octavius ​​system. I require all combat personnel to be ready for battle within forty-eight Terra hours. We will proceed to the vicinity of the target system for an ambush."

"The enemy we are facing this time is cunning and dangerous; they possess technologies and capabilities that we do not understand."

"But we have a just cause and an unwavering determination. We will end this lurking threat once and for all, and bring justice to the countless humans they have harmed, for the Emperor! And for humanity!"

A deafening battle cry resounded from the bridge, and the soldiers' morale soared to its peak.

The Tech Priests began to give the weapon systems their final blessing, while Deathwatch warriors inspected the power armor and weapons.

All the Primarch clones were in high spirits, and the entire fleet, like a sophisticated and deadly war machine, began to operate at full speed.

(End of this chapter)