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

Chapter 925 This is the glory of mankind

Compared to the cold and indifferent atmosphere on the side of the Necromancers, the seats of the Adarin race presented a completely different scene.

The Laughing God, Xi Gaoqi, particularly enjoyed the pleasant and relaxed atmosphere. His avatar was using psychic tricks to amuse several human children who had been brought to see the world, eliciting bursts of surprised laughter from them.

"Giggle..."

"You little brats, watch out!"

The God of Laughter danced with exaggerated steps, his body bending wildly as if he had no bones at all. More clown spirits accompanied him in his dance, moving through the crowd like a gust of wind.

"Okay! Okay!"

"Terra has such outstanding dancers, no wonder it's the Throne World."

Even the human children and their guardians were completely unaware that the giant performing magic tricks was not human, but a deity worshipped by another ancient race.

Some eager human dance artists even stood up from their seats to dance with the Elven dancers, drawing even more applause and admiration.

The incarnation of the goddess of life, Isa, gently clapped along for the Higoki, while several Eldar prophets sat around Isa, maintaining their elegant demeanor and sipping fruits and fine wines to their liking.

The Idas maintained a subtle distance from the commotion around them, but the surprise and seriousness in their eyes were hard to completely conceal.

Apart from the Prophet Uslan, the other Eldar and Savage Eldar did not have very close ties with humans.

Although they knew that humans and the Eldar had formed an alliance, perhaps out of a complex feeling of being a fallen family to a rising power, most Eldar were unwilling to mention humans.

When Higoki and Aisha received the news of the grand celebration ceremony held by the humans, they forcibly brought these Eldar prophets and leaders to Terra, forcing them to accept reality and stop deceiving themselves.

The unprecedented cohesion and speed of technological resurgence shown by humanity have far exceeded their expectations.

"Now you know why I chose to cooperate with humans, right?"

Uslan sat in the seat closest to the God of Laughter and Aisha, a sign of the two spirit gods' approval of him.

This prophet, who was originally infamous within the Eldarin, now wields increasing influence within the Eldarin community because of his long-standing advocacy for close ties and cooperation with humanity.

Even those Ark worlds or prophets who were at odds with him had to consider Uslan's enormous influence among humans.

This guy is someone who can speak with the human emperor. If Uslan just mentions it, he might be able to transfer the prophet who has a personal grudge against him to the Comoros to become a tool for condensing spiritual bone materials.

“Even our ancient ancestors were filled with awe and fear of the Star God, and now, humanity has conquered the first fragment of the Void Dragon, and the next step will be the second, the third.”

"Just think about it. The enemy of mankind will not only have to face countless Astral Army soldiers, the incomparably elite Astartes Legion, and the Imperial Navy that can blot out the sky, but there will also be such monsters as complete Astral Gods."

"They will be even more terrifying than the Necromancers of the War of Heaven, because back then the Star Gods were just helpers assisting the Necromancers; they didn't fight to the death."

"What humans are doing now is to completely control the Star Gods, to wield the power of the Star Gods with human bodies. You can imagine how terrifying a human Star God with a fanatical fighting spirit would be."

The prophets present all tacitly kept their mouths shut and ate the food on the table with a bland taste.

Although they were unwilling to admit it, they knew very well in their hearts that everything Uslan said was true.

Humanity's rise is now utterly unstoppable; they are even capable of accomplishing great things that the Eldar could not—expelling the warp from the real universe and closing the Eye of Terror that was torn open in the capital of the Old Eldar Empire.

At that time, perhaps the Eldar could also benefit from humanity, completely isolating themselves from the demons of the warp, and even from the prying eyes and desires of the Prince of Pleasure, without having to rely on the Daoist system to sustain their lives.

The path of cultivation sounds appealing, but how many Aidalings truly desire such a life of ascetic practice?

A prophet from the world of Alettok sighed silently. Their relationship with humans wasn't good; they even fought when they first met. Looking back, they were grateful that humans hadn't really gone all out.

He took a piece of honey fruit, nurtured by the power of the goddess Elsa, from the table in front of him and handed it to a human child who had stumbled upon him.

"Human boy, this is for you."

The human child held the balloon conjured by the God of Laughter in one hand, and unceremoniously accepted the honey fruit offered by the prophet with the other, and began to eat it with a carefree attitude.

"Thank you, uncle with pointy ears."

The human child ate heartily. Although he came from a family of planetary governors, he had never tasted such delicious fruit before, and was currently engaged in a fierce battle with the honey fruit.

Upon hearing the human child address him, the Eldar prophet of Aletok twitched at the corner of his mouth, but said nothing.

In terms of age, he estimated that he was the great-great-great-grandfather of the human boy in front of him.

Uslan watched this scene with a mixture of satisfaction and helplessness. People can't teach you everything, but you can learn something after just one lesson.

Even with the repeated persuasion from Laughing God and Aisha, many of the Aidalings remained stubbornly prejudiced.

But seeing that humans had even obtained fragments of the Void Dragon, they finally behaved themselves.

The invited races, such as the Necromancers and the Aedalans, each had their own concerns, while the humans didn't have as many complicated issues.

The banquet was held in a warm and harmonious atmosphere, with human representatives from different star systems and worlds exchanging ideas and sharing their stories and anecdotes.

If it weren't for this celebratory banquet, most of them probably wouldn't have come to Terra, let alone had the chance to drink and chat with people from different worlds.

At this moment, their self-perception quietly shifted from a specific galaxy or star field to the entire Milky Way and empire.

The Emperor's Great Expedition was launched too quickly and too hastily. Many planets submitted to the Empire before they could resolve their internal conflicts.

Many of them harbored sinister plots, waiting for the right opportunity to take root and sprout.

The barriers and divisions in people's hearts are not so easily eliminated.

Once these representatives who have personally visited Terra, witnessed humanity's incredible achievements, and created feats far surpassing those of their predecessors, return to their respective planets, they will be able to spread new ideas.

The significance of this banquet and celebration is far more profound than it appears.

As the banquet reached its climax, the emperor slowly rose from his seat.

The seat of the Lord of Mankind is located on a specially constructed high platform, so that more people can see the Emperor's every move at the first moment.

For these representatives from different worlds, being able to see the Emperor and witness the glory of the Lord of Mankind was the most precious reward.

Without a word, the entire banquet hall fell silent, and all eyes were on him.

The emperor stood on the high platform, golden light emanating naturally from his body, carrying a warm yet majestic power, like the rising sun.

He doesn't need amplification equipment; his voice resonates directly in the depths of everyone's soul, clear and powerful.

"My people," the emperor began.

"Today, we gather here not only to celebrate a great victory, but also to remember a fact, a fact about ourselves!"

His gaze slowly swept over the countless excited, expectant, weathered yet vibrant faces below the stage.

"We once strolled among the stars and created a glorious golden age; we also fell into the abyss and struggled to survive in long conflicts and darkness."

"We have experienced the excruciating pain of the Iron Man Rebellion, endured the isolation and loneliness caused by the raging storms of the Warp, and shed countless tears and blood when facing the endless threats of Xenomorphs, Heretics, and Chaos Gods!"

The emperor's voice spoke in a gentle, resonant tone, carrying the weight of history. Every word seemed to strike a chord in people's hearts, evoking a collective memory of that difficult era deep within their very being.

The smiles on many people's faces faded, and their eyes began to redden, even those innocent children.

They stopped joking and playing around, and instead maintained the proper silence and seriousness.

"But look at you! Look at us!" The emperor's voice suddenly rose.

"We have never been defeated. Every time we fall, we rise up with even greater resilience! Every challenge makes us more tenacious, more united, and stronger!"

“The Eye of Fear failed to devour us, the human civil war failed to annihilate us, the whispers of chaos failed to corrupt the will of all of us! Even…” He paused, turned his gaze toward Rosie, and reached out his hand.

"Even when the embodiment of the rules of the real universe—that ancient and arrogant star god—attempts to crush us with its might, we choose not to submit, not to beg, but... to conquer!"

"Loshi, with the heart of a mortal, wielded extraordinary power. He faced the Star God directly and proved with unwavering human will that even the so-called gods of the real universe cannot surpass our determination to pursue survival, the future, and the glorious beyond!"

Roxi's feat of slaying the dragon need not be kept secret. What humanity lacks now is a story to boast about and be proud of. There are no enemies for humanity to keep secret.

"All of this was not achieved by one person alone."

"His will comes from every worker who sweats to build the world, from every family that holds onto hope at the bottom of the Nest City, from every sailor who fearlessly sails through the stars, from every soldier who fights on the battlefield shouting the name of humanity, from each and every one of you!"

The emperor's voice boomed like thunder, yet it contained boundless emotion, resonating with everyone.

"This power belongs to humanity! This victory belongs to humanity! This future will belong to humanity!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the banquet hall fell into a brief, profound silence, and then—

A deafening roar of cheers, mixed with cries and shouts, erupted like a tsunami.

The battle-hardened veteran let hot tears stream down his rough cheeks as he pounded his chest.

The tech priests abandoned binary prayers and expressed their emotions through more instinctive sobs.

Representatives from the distant agricultural world embraced tightly, weeping uncontrollably.

Even the Primarchs on the high platform were excited, their fists clenched.

These tears stemmed from a shock of being understood, an ecstasy of being recognized, and an unprecedented sense of immense pride and honor in being a member of the human race!
The emperor's words were like a spark ignited deep within the souls of every human being, now transforming into a raging inferno, burning and roaring, proclaiming humanity's indomitable spirit and greatness.

"This is the glory of mankind!"

"Long live humanity! Long live the emperor!"

The atmosphere of the banquet celebration finally reached its peak. Countless people laughed and drank the fine wine in front of them to their hearts' content, expressing their joy and excitement in the most unrestrained and uninhibited manner.

This extreme emotion stems not only from the greatness of humanity, but also from the ordinary people among them, who have always been observed by the emperor.

They are not cannon fodder that can be repeatedly harvested, but rather the most solid and reliable foundation of the human race.

After delivering a declaration of humanity, the Emperor, along with Lothie, Macado, and the others, began to disappear from the banquet.

They have achieved their goal; now they should continue to advance the pace of their plan.

Ordinary people can revel for days and nights, but they can't. While some people enjoy a peaceful life, others must be bearing the burden.

In the familiar meeting room, Taracin and Eurican had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing that all the high-ranking human leaders had arrived, the two of them did not hesitate at all, immediately summoning the avatar of the Silent King and descending upon Terra once again.

Another portal appeared in the space, and the tall and majestic avatar of the Silent King Szalak descended silently.

His gaze was icy, immediately locking onto Luo Xi, as if he wanted to dissect him thoroughly from the inside out.

Compared to Szalak's last visit, this time he clearly had many more complex emotional fluctuations.

Having further mastered the power of the Void Dragon, Lothie can now see even more details in Szalak's arrival.

The reason he was able to project an avatar from beyond the galaxy onto Holy Terra in an instant was by utilizing the power of a certain Star God related to [space]. Of course, Szalak did not wield the power of the Star God; he merely used the incredible technology of the Space Necromancers to indirectly extract and utilize the power of the Star God fragments.

【Humanity. 】

Szalak's voice rang out, revealing neither joy nor anger, but only an unfathomable sense of scrutiny.

You... have indeed fulfilled your promise.

He paused slightly, as if making some kind of confirmation.

Not long ago, all the fragments of Magladros that our people had imprisoned in various places were simultaneously plunged into unprecedented violent agitation and chaos.

They sensed the 'death' of their core, a fear and anger of their shared essence being forcibly 'formatted'.

This phenomenon has never occurred in the tens of millions of years of history in which our people have imprisoned them.

Szalak's description is undoubtedly the most direct and irrefutable proof of Roche's success from the perspective of the space necromancy.

[To annihilate the consciousness of a star god with the will of a mortal. Even if it is only a fragment, it is still a miracle.]

Szalak's assessment remained cold, but the weight it carried caused Tarasin and Orikan's eyes to flicker slightly.

To hear the word "miracle" from the mouth of this ancient king who led the Necromancers of the cosmos to victory in the war for Heaven is itself an extremely high, almost impossible, praise.

"A contract is a contract, Your Majesty Szalak," Loxi replied calmly, unfazed by praise or criticism. No matter how highly the Silent King regarded him, it made no difference.

The better he performs, the more wary and scheming he might be under from the Necromancers in space.

Although the Necromancers of the Space mostly disdain using underhanded tactics, their ability to endure humiliation and successfully betray the Star God demonstrates that this race is far more adept at intrigue than it appears.

“We have achieved the first step, proving the feasibility of the approach. Now, it is time to fulfill the subsequent terms.”

Of course, that's why I came here.

Szalak responded without hesitation.

All data, perception records, and technical details from the 'Will Overlay' process were transmitted to Tarasin and Orikan.

In exchange, our race will begin transferring all known Magladros fragments, except for the Martian Void Dragon fragment.

Rosie nodded without saying anything more.

He raised his hand, and a tiny point of light gathered at his fingertips, containing an immense stream of data.

This is not just his personal feeling, but also includes a precise record of all environmental data such as the Blackrock Matrix, the Star Torch, the God-Emperor Rift, the interference of Danteok, and even the Astral Ritual, as well as his complete thought process and skills in fighting against and covering the Void Dragon's consciousness.

This is an invaluable, yet extremely dangerous, "Dragon-Slaying Manual".

With a gentle flick, the glimmer of light flew toward Szalak's avatar.

The Silent King raised his metal hand and caught the faint light.

In an instant, countless cold and complex runes and data streams flashed and flowed wildly in his eyes, at a speed far exceeding the reaction limits of any living being.

He seemed to transform into an overclocked ultimate computer, fully absorbing and analyzing this technological treasure from humanity.

Even an ancient mind like Szalak, which has existed for tens of millions of years, showed an almost "eager" attitude when faced with the possibility of completely resolving the threat to the Star God.

Several minutes passed before the frantic data stream gradually subsided. Szalak lowered his hand, and the light in his eyes seemed to have deepened.

[Interesting, covering the level of will based on soul and belief...]

He murmured to himself.

[A path entirely different from our race's approach, which is purely based on technological constraints and energy depletion.]

"[Tarasin.]" Szalak said, turning his head.

“Your Majesty,” Tarasin immediately stepped forward and responded respectfully.

[In the name of the Three Holy Council, an order is issued to all awakened and contactable dynasties: collect and transfer all Magladros fragments under their control. Transport them to the designated coordinates and deliver them to the human representative.]

Szalak's orders were exceptionally concise and to the point.

“As you wish, Your Majesty,” Tarasin replied, but then a hint of hesitation appeared in his voice, “However…”

[Speak.] Szalak's gaze swept over him.

"According to archival records, the largest known fragment of Magladros outside of Mars is currently held by the Sotek dynasty."

Tarasin's tone carried a hint of embarrassment.

"And the ruler of the Sotek dynasty, Storm King Imotek... as you know, he has always been... disobedient to external orders, especially those involving the surrender of such important 'strategic assets'."

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze instantly.

The gazes of Rosie, the Emperor, Macado, and the others instantly sharpened.

Szalak remained silent for a moment before responding slowly, his tone still devoid of emotion.

Imotek was a powerful French emperor whose pride and concern for the interests of the dynasty sometimes superseded all external forces.

Tarasim, try to communicate with him, explaining that this is a joint decision of the Triune Council.

That being said, everyone present understood the underlying message: even the Silent King could not completely command the Storm King Imotek.

The Sotek Dynasty is the most powerful and aggressive of the currently awakened Necromancer dynasties.

Imotek himself was known for his military talent and tough style; he even publicly questioned the authority of the Silent King.

Rose suddenly understood; her previous confusion was resolved.

So this is the trap left by the Silent King.

Szalak's earlier quick agreement may have been partly driven by his desire to acquire the technology, but it could also have included this hidden move.

He was willing to hand over the Void Dragon fragments, but the most crucial and largest piece, apart from the Mars, was in the hands of a powerful Archmage who didn't completely obey his orders and might even contradict him.

This is not because Taszalak broke the contract, but because "there were problems with internal coordination."

If humanity wants to obtain that fragment, they must either wait for the Silent King to "persuade" the Storm King, which could take an extremely long time and has an unknown success rate.

Or... humanity will have to find a way to confront the Storm King, who is known for his wars, on its own.

The Silent King's move not only secured the technology he had longed for, but also cleverly shifted the risk of potential diplomatic or even military conflict between humanity and the Sotek Dynasty, while maintaining a detached and "contract-abiding" stance.

What a brilliant plan to kill two birds with one stone!

Luo Xi and the Emperor exchanged a glance, both seeing the understanding and a hint of coldness in each other's eyes.

It seems that cooperating with the space necromancers will not be smooth sailing.

After receiving the complete data and issuing the instructions, Szalak's avatar showed no sign of pausing.

The portal, maintained by some kind of celestial power, closed instantly, as if it had never existed, leaving only a strange smell exuding a metallic aura.

He left behind the most challenging issues, taking with him the most crucial technological achievements and departing, leaving the scene to Tarasin, Eurican, and humanity.

On Taracinha's living metal face, an expression that could be described as "awkward" appeared in an extremely rare manner.

He shrugged, the tip of the Shifting Annihilation Staff lightly tapping the ground.

“Uh… my friend,” he looked at Loshi, his tone tinged with helplessness, “I must state that I was indeed unaware of the Sotek dynasty’s possession of that fragment before this.”

"You understand, I am just a minor overlord and curator of the Nihirah dynasty. My main interests are, well, the collection and research of historical artifacts and works of art."

"The Sotek dynasty, especially the territory of Storm King Imotek, is like a black box with three locks to me. It's both boring and xenophobic, and I have no interest in finding out about their background."

He tried to show that he was not deliberately concealing anything or conspiring with the Silent King.

The astrologer Orikan, standing to the side, let out a soft snort, glanced at Tarasin with his eerie green eyes, and then spoke.

"He's lying."

"This guy once tried to steal the treasures of the Sotek Dynasty, but he was discovered by their guards and was driven out in a sorry state."

"The Sotek dynasty even sent notices to other dynasties, listing him as the most unpopular person in the Sotek dynasty."

If it weren't for the support of the French emperor of the Nihilak dynasty, the ending wouldn't have been so abrupt.

Tarasin ignored Orikan, knowing that arguing and bickering with Orikan in front of humans would be a disgrace to the entire race.

He turned his gaze to Guilliman, his tone becoming serious.

"Your Highness, there is one point that you may need to pay special attention to: the territory of the Sotek Dynasty is located on the eastern border of the galaxy, not far from your world of 600."

He raised his hand, and a miniature star map was projected, specifically marking large areas of the tomb world belonging to the Sotek Dynasty, some of which did indeed overlap with the Six Hundred Worlds.

“Especially their crown world, the Golden Mandela,” Tarasin’s voice carried a hint of warning.

"Although its exact coordinates are hidden, based on some ancient records and my, uh, academic speculation, it is very likely that it is hidden somewhere in the rear of the Six Hundred Worlds."

"That's not a single planet, but a vast cluster of at least eighty highly modified and armed tomb worlds!"

"Currently, the main force of the Sotek Dynasty has not yet fully awakened, but given Imotek's style and ambition, once the forces under his command awaken to a certain critical point..."

Taracin paused, his gleaming eyes fixed on Guilliman.

"He is very likely to launch an expansion war without hesitation, just as he has done countless times in the past, and destroy all invaders he sees as occupying his dynasty's territory—whether they are greenskins, humans or anything else."

"He will ignore the orders of the Silent King and care about any so-called agreements with humans. In his eyes, there is only the interests and glory of the Sotek Dynasty."

These words made Guilliman's expression instantly turn extremely serious.

The Six Hundred Worlds was the culmination of his life's work, and it was the most prosperous and stable region of the human empire outside of the solar system.

A powerful and warlike necromantic dynasty, possibly lurking in one's own backyard, is undoubtedly an extremely terrifying potential threat.

Loxi and the Emperor exchanged a glance. The Silent King's move not only created obstacles in technology exchange, but also threw a hot potato, along with its enormous military threat, right to humanity's doorstep.

"That old bastard is really cunning beyond belief."

"He doesn't want a further conflict with Storm King, so he's letting humans be the ones to ignite the fuse," Lothie cursed, completely disregarding the two space undead in front of him.

(End of this chapter)