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

Chapter 924 Celebration Banquet

Loxi's figure slowly descended from the sky. The Emperor's Imperial Guards remained on duty as usual, with only a fleeting glint in their eyes revealing that their hearts were not as calm as they appeared on the surface.

"Look, our God of Machines has returned."

"This Terra Palace is truly magnificent."

As soon as Loxi entered the throne room, she heard Neos's familiar teasing voice.

A nameless fire suddenly ignited in Luo Xi's chest.

Neos possesses extraordinary talents and abilities in many areas, including, of course, the ability to infuriate others.

He could easily offer some words of encouragement; even a tenth of his damned charisma would be enough to make any human being fall at his feet and serve him wholeheartedly.

But he just wouldn't listen; he would say things that could be described as "emotional intelligence disasters."

"Hehe, if I really came back as the God of All Machines, you probably wouldn't be laughing."

"If you're not satisfied, I can go back and do it again."

"I'm coming clean, I'm not acting anymore, I'm going to become a god."

Loxi made a move to leave, but as she turned to walk out of the grand gates of the throne room, she was grabbed by a flustered Neos.

I apologize to you, my friend.

"I thought this little joke would ease the tense and heavy atmosphere."

Although Neos's facial expression didn't change obviously, Rosie could tell that he was definitely getting anxious.

He was more worried than anyone that Losi would succumb to temptation and yield to the power of the throne.

Once Lothie submits, possessing most of the power of the Void Dragon, the authority of the Om Messiah, and the forging authority stolen from Vashtor, his path to godhood will be easier and more natural than anyone imagines.

What Vashtor once desperately sought but could not obtain, Rosi now has at his fingertips.

This consequence could even have a chain reaction. You should know that the key artifact of the human network—the network tunneling machine—is still under the control of Loxi. If Loxi ascends to godhood, the network tunneling machine can still be used by humanity.
He was the one who spearheaded the establishment of the advanced technological community, reshaped humanity's scientific system, and brought back the dimensional engine and dimensional technology. Roshi's importance to the human empire may be second only to the Emperor himself.

"Finally, someone has spoken my mind."

"If Neos could learn the art of speaking, our cause might have succeeded long ago, and at least not so many original beings would have chosen to rebel."

"At least Peturabo was coaxed into becoming an embryo by him, and Mortarian will be much better off."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded from the side, and there was Macado, holding his scepter, who had arrived at some point.

Compared to the previous Macado, the current one looks much better.

He took off his signature grey hooded robe and put on a crisp light blue long gown. His full head of silver hair was neatly combed back, making him look like a learned and refined scholar.

Makado's age is not considered old for an immortal; he is not even seven thousand years old yet. The reason he looked so old before was because he had to devote himself to the continuation of the empire.

The emperor has always left these matters to himself, and Macado, the one who holds the seal, is in fact the de facto ruler of the empire.

Macardo is probably the busiest person in the entire galaxy. He leads a group of mortal bureaucrats and, without the aid of artificial intelligence, manages to keep the entire Galactic Empire's administrative system running smoothly.

The Inquisition and the Assassin's Court he founded constantly eliminate corruption and betrayal within the Empire, and they both directly liaise with Macardo, so you can imagine how many things he has to deal with every day.

However, things began to improve after the High Lords Council reformed and Guilliman became Regent of the Empire.

The Sealholders department, headed by Makado, was only responsible for supervision, which directly shifted most of the workload to Guilliman and the administrative department.

With the success of the Netway Project, the future of the Empire seemed bright, and Makado was naturally in high spirits and full of energy.

“Besides Olpeson, you are the second person who can point his finger at Neos and yell at him. That guy is always like that; he never disappoints when it comes to messing things up.”

Macardo already harbored a lot of resentment towards the Emperor, but when the Emperor smiled at him with delight, all his anger vanished instantly.

Now that someone was standing up for him, Makado immediately became happy.

The emperor looked annoyed and was about to try the same trick again when he remembered that Rosie wouldn't fall for it.

"Alright, alright, my friends, let's skip this topic."

The Lord of Humanity is already adept at dealing with such awkward situations; escape is the best solution.

Avoid difficulties, and wait long enough for them to disappear on their own, because the person who caused them will have died of old age.

"Loshi successfully erased the consciousness of that Void Dragon fragment on Mars, which is a great thing for humanity."

"The Void Dragon harbors boundless hatred for humanity. If it were allowed to escape, it would first retaliate against humanity, and then against the space undead. However, this future is no longer possible."

"In addition, the first step of our plan to close the Eye of Fear has been successfully implemented. The most difficult first step has been completed, and the rest is just a matter of forming a positive cycle."

“I propose that we organize a large-scale victory celebration to share this joy with all of humanity in the galaxy,” the Emperor said.

“It is indeed worth celebrating.” Macardo nodded in agreement, tapping his scepter lightly on the ground.

"Since the Black King's rebellion was quelled, the two major battles in Comoros were won, and the Internet project began to take shape, the empire has been on edge."

A grand celebration would not only honor Loxi's immortal achievements, but also greatly boost the morale and cohesion of all his subjects.

We can take this opportunity to hold a military parade to reward those who have made contributions.

Let the entire empire see that the hope we bring is not an illusion, and the future is not out of reach.

The eyes of the person in charge of the seal gleam with the wisdom of an outstanding statesman. He can link a seemingly unrelated matter with a political purpose, thereby leveraging external forces to achieve the greatest results with the least effort.

“We can take this opportunity to extend an invitation to every human world within the Empire’s territory, whether it is a hive world, a military world, a forging world, or an agricultural world.”

"Let them all send representatives to visit the Holy Terra in person through the increasingly sophisticated network of space bridges."

This is both a large-scale practical test of our transportation infrastructure capabilities and a chance for citizens from all corners of the galaxy to witness firsthand the Empire's strength and resurgence, bringing this glory and pride back to their homes.

"To recreate a golden age, we need to do more than just material prosperity. We need to awaken the pride and confidence of all humanity. We need to tell everyone that humanity is the most outstanding race in the entire galaxy, and we deserve everything."

Makado candidly explained that he was born at the end of the Dark Ages and witnessed firsthand how proud and confident the human race was.

Humanity truly felt that it had no rivals in the galaxy, that it was the eternal and immortal ruler, and that no opponent could withstand humanity's superweapons and Iron Legion.

Although humanity had become increasingly extreme and even gone astray by that time compared to the initial Golden Age, that self-confidence from the soul still existed, and was even stronger than in the Golden Age.

The human empires built by emperors through wars of unification and great expeditions were always permeated with a kind of hysteria that would stop at nothing to survive.

Humanity knows how dangerous this dark galaxy is, and how many powerful enemies covet and spy on humanity, wanting to drag them down from their position as the galactic overlords.

The emperor's eyes revealed approval; he shared similar thoughts.

“Excellent suggestion, Makado. Let this celebration be a grand display of human unity and strength.”

To our allies, and to all potential enemies, we announce the arrival of a new human era.

Rosie naturally had little objection to this, since he didn't need to worry about these things anyway.

His current problem is how to gently fuse with this fragment of the Void Dragon whose consciousness has been wiped out, while ensuring that his power does not become unbalanced and thus fall into the trap of ascending to godhood.

With the first Void Dragon fragment in hand, as long as the relevant data, records, and theoretical technology are handed over to Szalak, fusing other Void Dragon fragments will only be a matter of time.

Under Makado's leadership, the initial plan for this victory celebration was quickly finalized.

The Sealholder's Office, led by Makado, and Guilliman's Regent's administrative system operated efficiently, with orders flying to all parts of the galaxy via the network of portals and space bridges.

At this point in time, the frequency of use of humanity's traditional communication method—psychic astral language—is declining, and almost everyone is fed up with this extremely inefficient and unstable communication method.

The essence of interstellar communication is that a psionicist throws a message bottle into the warp, and the bottle travels to the receiving location under the influence of etheric currents.

Once the other party receives the message in the bottle, they can extract the information from it through subjective perception, using methods such as dreams, divination, and tarot.

In comparison, even if a transport ship loaded with information storage devices were used to travel between the two sides via a space bridge and a network, the amount of information, speed, and stability would far surpass that of interstellar communication.

Soon, as the news spread, the entire human empire was in an uproar.

Whether it was the worlds of forging, the worlds of nesting, the worlds of agriculture, or the worlds of religion, all the human worlds that received the news were filled with ecstasy and anticipation.

To be able to travel to Holy Terra, witness the legendary Emperor, and participate in this grand celebration of humanity's great victory is an unparalleled honor!

A planet may have billions, tens of billions, or even hundreds of billions of people, so selecting the most suitable representatives from among them is undoubtedly an extremely difficult task.

The governors of each planet were both happy and troubled. They wanted to take all the spots themselves, but that would undoubtedly cause violent upheavals on their planets. They could only make choices as fairly and justly as possible.

Space bridge nodes across star systems were bustling with activity like never before, as countless carefully selected delegations—including planetary governors, Space Marine representatives, renowned technical priests, combat heroes, artists, and scholars—embarked on their faster-than-light journeys to Terra with great excitement.

The stability and powerful capacity of the Space Bridge Network were put to the test during this galactic-wide visit.

And it ultimately withstood the pressure perfectly. The space bridge network, like a dense network of capillaries, firmly unites the entire human civilization. It complements the network artery, forming a uniquely human faster-than-light transportation system.

As for Holy Terra, it has entered an unprecedented preparation frenzy.

The palace area was remodeled and decorated to accommodate representatives from millions of human groups.

The Imperial Guard had to accept the reality that the imperial palace they had carefully guarded had become a public place for welcoming visitors.

But this order came from the Lord of Mankind, and the Imperial Guards were to obey any order from the Emperor unconditionally.

Finally, the day of the celebration arrived.

The skies over Holy Terra were clear and cloudless, and the weather control system within the palace grounds ensured that no severe weather would interfere with the celebrations.

Golden sunlight streamed down upon the newly renovated and even more magnificent palace complex, easily eliciting the first gasps of amazement and praise from the planetary representatives who were visiting Holy Terra for the first time. Human representatives from every corner of the galaxy, speaking different languages ​​and possessing diverse cultural traditions, crowded the vast plaza and viewing platform.

The entire Terra Palace and the surrounding city were bustling with activity, a vibrant cacophony of languages, and everyone's face beamed with pride and excitement.

This time, the invitation is not limited to humans in the traditional sense.

Dozens of legitimate subhumans, including the Euglin, Lightling, Catmen, and Tros, also sent their representatives to Terra to participate in the grand event.

Prior to this, although the human empire recognized the legitimacy of these demi-humans, according to unspoken rules, the empire would not publicize their existence.

Besides the Dark Eldar, other Eldar, Savage Eldar, and Jester Eldar were also invited by humans. As a close ally of humans, Laughing God even prepared an Eldar-style program for this celebration.

The number of Necromancers on the other hand is much smaller. The Endless One, Talazin, has come to Terra with his nemesis and friend, the Astrologer Orikan. They will summon the avatar of the Silent King during the celebration in order to participate in the upcoming technological exchange activities between the two races.

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“Madam, Terra’s climate is warmer and more humid than Macurag’s, which I think should help relieve your cough.”

"The victory parade is about to begin, and we have the best seats to watch the ceremony. This may be one of the few privileges that I, as the regent, can enjoy."

Inside the royal palace in Terra, Ms. Tarasha Yoton was leisurely touring the artifacts and collections that were the culmination of the palace's ancient and long history.

She traveled from Macurag across half the galaxy via the Web to reach the Throne World of humanity. Before this, she had never left the Limitless Starfield, nor had she ever visited Holy Terra.

Ms. Euton originally thought that at her age, she would never have the chance to see Terra's appearance or feel the warmth of the sun, which is most suitable for humans.

However, it is clear that all the difficulties that stood in the way of this small wish were easily overcome by Lady Eudon's regent sons.

Yes, when Ms. Euton walked out of the net passage, she even wondered if she was really getting old and her eyesight was failing, because she saw two identical Guillimans waiting for her.

Oh, that's not entirely accurate. Perhaps the average person couldn't tell the difference between the two Guillimans, but Ms. Eudon could tell at a glance which one was her "real" son.

The one who looked slightly weathered and exuded a stronger sense of authority was the Robert Roboute he knew, while the other, who was younger but whose eyes always held a hint of unease, seemed more like Robert Roboute from a century ago.

Ms. Eudon's familiarity with her son was so profound that even if Alpharis himself disguised himself, he could hardly fool this wise woman.

When Ms. Eudon heard Guilliman's explanation and realized that the younger-looking boy was a clone of her son, she quickly accepted the fact.

After all, when an elderly mother sees her younger son looking at her with eyes full of longing, yearning, and trepidation, she is unlikely to say anything hurtful.

“Being cloned is not your fault. You and Luo have the same memories and the same personality, so you are also my son.”

"Isn't this a good thing for a mother who can't see her son often? I can share with you the love that Luo Bao has missed for a century."

When the clone Guilliman heard Lady Yoton's words, the Primarch, who was fearless in the face of a powerful enemy in the Eye of Fear, cried out and knelt down, tightly and carefully embracing the aging Lady Yoton.

Even other Primarch clones would be heartbroken and weep at such a scene.

Even Mortalian and Perturabo, who were not on good terms with the clone Guilliman, had no intention of mocking Guilliman.

It is truly precious to still have a mother after experiencing the Great Expedition, the Great Rebellion, and the century of reconstruction following the war.

They just felt jealous and envious, wondering why they hadn't fallen into Makulag back then.
Guilliman looked at his other self with incredibly complicated emotions, hugging his mother and crying.

Honestly, he felt he couldn't bring himself to vent his emotions so "unrestrainedly." After all, he had been the regent of the empire for so long, and he still cared more about his reputation and prestige.

At the same time, he envied his clone, at least he could freely vent and express his emotions, and could express his longing without reservation.

But who cares? Guilliman wasn't that petty. He just wanted his clones to stay with him and stand firm at their posts.

Is there any logic in this world where the original suffers while the clone enjoys the benefits?

So, accompanied by her two eldest sons, Ms. Euton slowly walked to the magnificent viewing platform and then sat down in her custom-made chair.

Guilliman could feel how weak his mother was, the hand he was holding.

Her muscles have atrophied considerably, and her bones and joints have also lost their vitality, making her much shorter than when she was younger.

Although Guilliman was taller than Ms. Euton when he was three years old, Ms. Euton always held a very tall image in Guilliman's mind because of her strict discipline and careful teaching.

Her lungs needed to contract more forcefully to get enough air, and Ms. Euton refused those breathing aids, even though Guilliman had them specially modified to be "aesthetically pleasing".

Her eyesight had also deteriorated significantly, so in order to witness the grand human event firsthand, she accepted Guilliman's suggestion and wore specially made refractive glasses.

"It'll be soon. Kaul has already started monitoring the reliability and stability of the cult's artificial immortality technology. The past few months have been dedicated to eliminating potential risks for the final 100% safety."

"You will soon be able to return to your youthful appearance. You will still be you. We will not replace your body with any modified organs or mechanical prosthetics, I guarantee that."

Ms. Eorton simply smiled as she listened to her two sons' perfectly synchronized chatter.

Do you really think she's senile?

How can I manage my grown-up son if I don't appear a little weak and helpless?
Haha, no matter how old Guilliman gets or how high a position he holds, he will always be his own son.

Beside Ms. Euton and the two Guillimans, the Primarchs, each equally excited, were chatting and joking amongst themselves.

Not only the clone Primarchs, but also the original Primarchs such as Llane, Lemanrus, Chagatai Khan, and Korax, who had already returned to their respective fiefdoms and were busy with various matters, also came to Terra.

However, these clones did not choose to approach each other immediately, but instead tacitly agreed to wait until the parade was over before making any decisions.

The new version of "Ode to the Emperor," sung by the living saint Euphrates Kilo and joined by millions of ordinary people, echoed along Victory Avenue outside the palace.

This version of "Ode to the Emperor" has a more stirring melody, full of hope and the power of striving, rather than the heavy and tragic one of the old version. This is also a little something from the state religion.

The state religion was stripped of many powers after the Black King's Rebellion, and now most of what remains is propaganda.

They had to be more discerning in their understanding of the emperor's intentions and make adjustments and changes accordingly.

The first thing to come into view was the emperor's imperial guards.

They did not walk, but rode hovering Rand Raiders that shimmered with streamlined golden light.

The convoy, like a moving golden mountain range, swept low over the central avenue in perfect unison, its guard spears pointing diagonally towards the sky, their tips pulsating with dangerous disintegrating energy.

Their appearance immediately drew thunderous cheers from countless ordinary people.

Mortals from all over the galaxy may not understand the details, but the Imperial Guards, with their golden helmets, golden armor, golden spears, and chariots, certainly have an unparalleled advantage in attracting attention.

Following closely behind were infantry squares from various Astartes legions.

They did not ride in vehicles, but marched forward with powerful, earth-shaking steps, demonstrating the unparalleled physique and discipline of the original Astartes.

Each Primarch stood at the very front of the viewing platform, closely watching their offspring.

The cheers from the crowd grew louder and louder, and the appearance of each legion ignited a corresponding frenzy in the area. Humans always tend to favor the legions that they have a closer relationship with.

Meanwhile, the Primarchs were also subtly comparing the level of cheers received by different Legions, and secretly engaging in rivalry and disparagement in their hearts.

Several Imperial-class Titans, modified by the Advanced Technology Community and equipped with the latest energy shields and weapon systems, slowly approached like a walking mountain range.

Their footsteps shook the earth, and the colossal weapon platforms on their shoulders gleamed with destructive light. Their imposing presence even caused the cheers to pause briefly, leaving only endless awe.

Countless mechanical priests in red robes surrounded them, chanting hymns of praise to Ohm Messiah and the god of machines.

The final group to appear was the contingent from the Advanced Technology Community.

They did not have uniforms, but wore different research robes or engineer's clothes, but what they displayed was not soldiers, but the miracle of technology.

A giant holographic projection suspended in the air displays in real time the grand blueprint of the network project, as well as the latest medical, energy, and environmental transformation technology applications.

Teams of sleek, precise, and versatile Ironmen marched past, showcasing humanity's technological resurgence in non-combat fields.

The cheers from this formation may not have been as fervent as those from the army, but they were filled with boundless anticipation for a bright future.

The military parade concluded amidst thunderous cheers, and a grand banquet immediately followed in the magnificent banquet hall of Terra Palace.

The banquet hall was resplendent in gold, with a dynamic projection of a vast galaxy flowing across the dome, and soft artificial light simulating the most comfortable twilight atmosphere.

Rare ingredients from all over the galaxy are transformed into countless delicacies, which are continuously served by elegant servo robots and rigorously trained mortal waiters.

The air was filled with the aroma of delicious food, pleasant music, and laughter in various languages.

The Emperor, Lothie, Macardo, Guilliman, and all the Primarchs sat at an enormous main table.

Ms. Eorton was carefully cared for by her two sons, enjoying specially prepared, easily digestible food, and the smile of contentment on her face never faded.

"It was a rare and lively scene. Everyone felt genuinely happy, proud, and satisfied."

"When will our clan be able to have such a lively gathering, not just a perfunctory formality, but a genuine reunion from the heart?"

Tarasin looked on with envy at the noisy crowd, recording every minute and second with his advanced equipment.

The astrologer Orikan sat expressionlessly beside Tarachin, his eerie green eyes constantly scanning the entire room.

He was speechless at Tarasin's performance. "If you're so envious, why don't you just become a human?"

If it weren't for the Silent King's order, he wouldn't have appeared at this victory celebration that belonged to humans. After this extravagant banquet ended, they would summon the Silent King's avatar again to begin the next step of cooperation with humans.

Taracin completely ignored Orikan; the biggest difference between this old man and himself was that the old man was hypocritical.

As an old friend from the time of the Fearless, Tarachin knew Orikan's character well, and he too was seeking a path to redemption that would restore the bodies and souls of the space necromancers.

"I hope the cooperation will go smoothly in the future."

"I will surely bring back the fear of death, my people... have been silent for too long," Tarasin murmured to himself.

(End of this chapter)