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

Chapter 927 Ms. Yoton's New Life

Although Szalak tricked the humans with the Void Dragon Fragment from the Sothek Dynasty, the other promised Celestial Fragments were indeed delivered to Terra as quickly as required.

Dozens of warships from the Necromancer Kingdom, each carrying fragments of their respective Void Dragons, appeared directly within the human solar system's warning zone using their inertial-free engines, truly giving the stationed commander a fright.

However, humanity is not afraid of being directly penetrated into the heart of the solar system by the faster-than-light warships of the space undead.

The dimensional technology that Roche brought back has long since blossomed and borne fruit under the analysis and research of the advanced technology community, giving birth to other achievements besides the dimensional engine.

One very important aspect is that humans can influence faster-than-light methods such as those using inertial engines by setting up dimensional disturbance generators in the Oort cloud at the edge of the solar system.

After all, an inertial-free engine still needs to move in space, while a dimensional disturbance generator distorts and shrinks space, changing the dimensional distribution.

This line of defense, like an invisible city wall standing at the edge of the solar system, protects the heart of humanity.

If a ship without an inertial engine were to crash directly into it, it would most likely be crushed into dust along with the warship in the distorted space.

In fact, it wasn't just humans who were frightened; the undead from space who had come on the orders of the Silent King were also horrified and astonished.

Prior to this, aside from the Ancient Saints, Ancient Spirits, and Ancient Orcs they faced during the War of Heaven, the Necromancers' warships had always been able to go wherever they wanted.

Humans are not within the vigilance range of the space undead.

If their warship systems hadn't issued a warning, these arrogant undead would have intended to sail directly into Terra's near-Earth orbit and give humanity a taste of their power.

The defensive measures that humanity has demonstrated have proven that this young race is no longer someone that the Necromancers of space can easily subdue.

They didn't interact much with humans; they simply left behind the hyperdimensional labyrinth that bound the Void Dragon fragments and turned to leave without lingering.

Loxi unpacked the fragments of the imprisoned Star God one by one, like receiving a package.

However, he did not violently dismantle them. These creations used by the space necromancers to bind the fragments of the Star God were all precious and valuable.

Even if it's not used to store Star God fragments, it can be used to store subspace creatures, or it's also a good choice for storing certain extremely dangerous special relics.

Gavial Loken often came to Loshi to ask for good things. The Grey Knights are now equipped with an anti-magic prison made of black stone and a containment device made of soul stone provided by Aisha.

I believe the Grey Knights wouldn't mind having another trump card up their sleeve, just in case.

"This Void Dragon is in such a terrible state. I've counted it, and there are at least 67 pieces that I can find so far."

After confirming the condition of these Void Dragon fragments, Lothie once again felt the overwhelming hatred of the Space Necromancers for the Star God.

Compared to the Void Dragon fragments on Mars, these fragments are more worthy of the name "fragments".

Some of the fragments, however small, contained almost no Void Dragon consciousness and could only act on primal instincts.

According to Loshi's assessment, some of the stronger Astartes might be able to defeat these Star God fragments on their own.

The differences between Star God fragments are enormous, and as their completeness increases, they can even generate geometrically stronger enhancements.

Having mastered the most complete and powerful fragment of the Martian Void Dragon, Loxi faced no pressure whatsoever when dealing with these smaller fragments that were completely different in size.

He spent a month on Terra fusing all the small fragments together, completing the Void Dragon's incomplete essence.

At this point, Rosie truly felt that she was about to achieve perfection. The only remaining fragment outside her control was silently calling out from the eastern frontier of the galaxy.

That was the location of the Golden Mandela in the Crown World of the Sotek Dynasty, as mentioned by the Space Necromancer.

Rosie's mind was filled with instinctive desires, but he suppressed these chaotic emotions with his willpower.

According to the plan devised by him, Tarasin, and Orikan, they would exchange the Burner fragment hidden in the Fenris system of Space Wolves for the Void Dragon fragment from Imotek.

Before heading to Fenris, Losi had one more important thing to do.

He had to assist Ms. Euton in her artificial immortality transformation surgery and provide support.

Faced with Guilliman's earnest request, Losi had no reason to refuse. He was also eager to see how different the artificial immortal was from the natural immortal.

Ms. Yoton's modification surgery was scheduled to take place on Ganymede, the headquarters of the Advanced Technology Community and the place where the most cutting-edge technologies in the entire human empire converge.

The Department of Biological Genetics and Life Extension in the core region of Ganymede is currently shrouded in a solemn and tense atmosphere.

Outside the state-of-the-art biological laboratory, Robert Guilliman and his clones paced back and forth like two anxious gatekeepers.

Their genetically enhanced bodies, capable of tearing apart heavy vehicles with their bare hands, now revealed an unusual tension and unease.

Chang Shengjun watched helplessly as their genetic father appeared, but he didn't offer any advice. They all understood how important the person lying in the laboratory was to the Primarch and to the entire Six Hundred Worlds.

If Guilliman is the core of the 600-world system, then Ms. Eudon is the one who gave this core its soul.

Roche stood quietly to one side, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the agitated Guilliman.

If any mishap occurs during the modification surgery, he will forcefully intervene using the Void Dragon's power to manipulate matter and the authority of the Om Messiah, at least to save Lady Yoton's life.

Inside the biological laboratory, the great sage Belisarius Caul and several stone golem assistants are performing high-precision operations using multiple robotic arms.

Since Kaul's body had not been modified, he chose to have the stone figure connect to those tubes, integrating it with the extremely complex and precise instruments around the operating table.

Humans can never match the stone golems, who were created specifically for repetitive tasks and high-precision operations.

Kaul's role is more of a macro-control, like a commander directing the stone men's specific operations.

The various instruments in the laboratory monitored every subtle change in Ms. Eudon's vital signs without any blind spots.

"Vitality signs are stable..."

Gene sequence scanning complete...

"Begin injecting the first stage of repair fluid..."

Kaur's calm voice echoed in the operating room, as if everything was under control.

On the operating table, Ms. Euton lay peacefully, her eyes closed, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Her body was enveloped in a gentle energy field, and countless nanomechanical flows, invisible to the naked eye, were flowing into her aging body through pre-established venous pathways.

"Nanometer units have reached their designated locations... Initiating targeted removal of telomere-damaged marker cells... Activating potential longevity gene fragments..."

A cold, focused light gleamed in Kaul's eyes.

This step is crucial, since once an artificial immortal is created, her appearance will be fixed at that moment.

Like the former Cult agents John and Damon, they've lived for so long, yet their appearances haven't changed much; they still look exactly the same as they did back then.

Ms. Euton's body was already extremely weak and old. To allow her to continue spending the rest of her life in such a frail and aged state would be an eternal torment for any woman.

What Kaur needs to do now is to reverse the aging process at the cellular level in her body, making the remodeling surgery even more perfect.

Outside the laboratory, Guillimans and the others held their breath almost simultaneously.

They could see the blurry interior through the reinforced glass and hear Caul's emotionless voice; every second felt like an eternity.

Although Kaul assured him that there would be no problems with the modification surgery, what if there were?
Guilliman could not bear the thought of the possible "what if," and he would give up everything he had to eliminate that possibility.

Loshi's gaze pierced through the material barrier and directly saw the miracle taking place within Ms. Eudon's body.

In his perception, those nanomachines were like the most skillful craftsmen, carefully repairing the damage caused by the passage of time and life activities, and awakening the long-dormant genetic potential.

"The first phase is complete, and vital signs are stable."

The second phase begins, preparing for soul anchoring...

"I understand that the key to artificial immortality is not the body, but the soul," Caul said in a deep voice.

How wondrous is the human soul! It can directly pierce the veil of reality and connect with the ocean of souls on the other side.

All immortal beings are psionicists, and their souls are different from those of other humans in an unknown way.

The soul of an immortal can remain stable and intact indefinitely unless it suffers a devastating blow, thus allowing immortals to be resurrected even after death.

This is the core of the true value of Tantric techniques: they can solidify the soul of the person being transformed, directly anchoring it to a specific state.

The artificial immortalization surgery is proceeding smoothly according to plan, while two special advisors—former Cult agents John and Damon—stand in the corner of the observation room, watching each data reading intently.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, and their clothes were stuck to their skin.

After the two returned to human society, they were not punished as they had imagined.

This made the two of them both hope for a successful surgery, which would prove their worth, and fear the terrible consequences of failure, especially the wrath of the regent.

“Damon, are you sure we haven’t missed anything crucial, like the order and specific steps of the modification surgery, or the incantations and special materials needed for the spells…” John asked anxiously.

While Damon, standing beside him, maintained a calm demeanor, he was becoming increasingly uncertain inside.

He had checked the question many times, but every time he checked it again, he felt flustered and hesitant.

"Stop asking, or I'll tear your mouth apart if you keep nagging, John."

"The surgery is already underway, so there's no going back now. We have no choice but to wait for the results."

"You're too cunning. You've already lost the ability to live forever. Even if humans turn against us and try to torture us to death, you can only die once."

Damon instinctively reached into his pocket for a cigarette to pass the time, but after a few moments, he realized he had lost everything.

Moreover, if he dared to smoke in such a setting, those ever-victorious executioners would not hesitate to behead him.

"Stabilizer injection... Gene state anchoring complete... Soul modification progress... 98%... 99%... 100%! Synchronized completion!"

Kaul's voice finally rose, revealing an almost imperceptible hint of relief.

It would be a lie to say he felt no pressure; it's just that his willpower allowed him to control it.

The most crucial step has been completed; the rest of the process is relatively simple and smooth.

More nutrients and gene stabilizers were injected to support Ms. Eudon's new body in rapidly adapting to the changes.

Her gray hair regained its shine at a visible speed, her loose skin gradually tightened, her wrinkles were smoothed out, and her atrophied muscle tissue became plump again.

The whole process is not simply about looking younger, but rather an optimization and reshaping based on its own gene sequence.

Time ticked by, and when Kaul finally signaled, "Transformation complete, all indicators normal, awaiting awakening," the almost frozen air outside the operating room finally began to flow again.

Guilliman lunged toward the observation window, his clone following closely behind.

Their faces were filled with extremely complex anticipation, and a hint of fear of the unknown.

The energy field on the operating table slowly dissipated.

The woman lying there was no longer an old woman in her twilight years, but a lady who looked to be about forty or fifty years old, with a dignified face and faint traces of her youthful charm.

Her breathing was steady and strong, and her face was rosy, as if she had simply fallen into a deep sleep.

After a long few minutes, her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes were still full of wisdom and gentleness, but they were no longer cloudy and tired; instead, they had become clear and bright.

“Madam…” Guilliman’s voice trembled with disbelief. He didn’t even dare to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing this dreamlike scene.

What did he see?
That was Ms. Eaton from his memories, the person who accompanied him throughout his childhood and adolescence, the person he was closest to and trusted the most.

Guilliman had seen Ms. Yotton in his dreams before, and now, even the most vivid dreams could not compare to this.

Ms. Ewton seemed to notice something in a daze, and then her gaze focused, seeing two identical faces outside the observation window, filled with excitement and worry.

She paused for a moment, then gave a gentle and familiar smile. It was exactly how Ms. Euton looked in her prime, a smile deep in Guilliman's memory.

Under Kaul's instructions, the medical staff carefully opened the operating room door.

The Guilliman brothers rushed in almost simultaneously, but then stopped abruptly in front of the bedside, as if afraid of breaking a rare treasure.

"Robert Robbout...and...Little Robert Robbout?"

Ms. Eorton's voice remained gentle, but it was much stronger.

She looked at her two sons, her eyes filled with a hint of amusement and boundless affection: "I almost couldn't tell which one was which."

"Madam... how are you feeling?"

Guilliman forced a calm tone in his voice as he knelt on one knee by the bed, holding his mother's hand tightly, feeling the long-lost, vibrant warmth.

"Feel?"

Ms. Eudon gently moved her arms, feeling the unfamiliar vitality surging within her.

This feeling of complete relaxation, without any indescribable or hidden pain, is simply wonderful.

Only those who have grown old know the beauty of youth, something that young people with plenty of time can never understand.

Ms. Euton smiled, sweeping aside those unimportant emotions.

"It feels like I had a very, very long dream, and then you two silly boys woke me up in the most special way."

Ms. Ewton suddenly clutched her abdomen, her face contorted in pain.

Guilliman immediately tensed up, becoming extremely nervous.

"What's wrong, madam?" The regent's voice was somewhat urgent.

"nothing."

"I'm just a little hungry, really hungry."

Guilliman's tense breath couldn't hold back any longer. He looked at Ms. Eudon, who was winking at him, with a look of exasperation on his face.

Clones Guilliman also knelt down, burying his head in the bed, his shoulders trembling slightly, silently venting his immense joy.

Ms. Euton reached out her other hand and gently stroked his hair:

"Alright, alright, you're the Regent of the Empire now, why are you still crying like a child? I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

After comforting her two sons, she looked up at Rose and Caul at the door, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you, Sage Kaul and Rosie, you have given this old man new life."

“Now I have more time to be by Guilliman’s side and to help him accomplish even greater things.”

Kaul bowed his head humbly, showing the same deep respect he had for Guilliman's foster mother.

Without Ms. Yotton, there would be no Guilliman; without Guilliman, there would be no empire as we know it today.

"This is the power of science, madam. You have nurtured such an excellent leader for the Empire. This is the reward you deserve."

"If even someone like you isn't qualified for immortality, then who is?"

Loshi glanced at Caul a few more times. This guy was not only exceptionally talented in scientific research, but also very adept at interpersonal relationships.

With such thoughtful words, how can he not improve?
"It is our honor to witness the miracle of life, Ms. Euton. Take a good rest and adjust to your new body."

Seeing the harmonious scene on the hospital bed, Luo Xi felt a sense of relief.

Ultimately, technological advancements aim to enable people to live with greater dignity and enjoy a better life.

Ms. Euton's rebirth is not only a joy for the Guilliman family, but also a solid step forward for humanity in taking control of its own destiny.

Loshi knew very well that with the successful replication of the first artificial immortal, future mortals of the Empire who had made outstanding contributions would also be eligible to obtain a ticket to eternity.

They will always shine in their respective positions, becoming a solid anchor and foundation.

The matter of Ms. Yoton has come to a temporary close, and now it's time to deal with that piece of Burner fragment from the Fenris system.

……

Fenris, the solar system.

This dead world, located at the gateway to the solar system, is the home planet of the Space Wolf Legion.

Its orbit is extremely unstable, which has led to long and harsh ice ages, as well as short periods of violent volcanic activity.

Huge predatory beasts roam the tundra and coniferous forests, while Kraken behemoths, large enough to devour small ships, roam the oceans.

This environment is a deadly hell for ordinary humans, but for the wolf king's offspring, it is a perfect home to hone their will and body.

When Loshi's flagship and Leman Ruth's flagship, decorated in a Nordic style and with a figurehead resembling a howling wolf's head, emerged from the net and appeared on the outer edge of Fenris' orbit, the wild and untamed aura of this planet was immediately apparent.

The moment Loshi looked directly at Fenris, he sensed that this planet was extraordinary.

It is different from other planets.

If one had to describe the difference, it would be that Fenris likely possessed its own consciousness; it was alive.

The Wolf King stood at the porthole of the bridge, gazing at the familiar home planet below, his rugged face shrouded in an unusual gloom and lingering fear.

His thick beard seemed to tremble slightly with anger.

"A fragment of a star god has been hidden in my home star system for countless years..."

"What's the difference between this and sleeping on a molten bomb?"

Ruth's voice was deep and low, like a dark cloud suppressing thunder.

"I didn't even realize that those ancient shamanic legends, those taboo records about the 'eternal fire' deep underground, I thought they were just stories made up by the ancients to scare little brats!"

He slammed his fist into the reinforced porthole frame, making a dull thud.

"What if that thing suddenly wakes up one day, or is startled by some idiot..." He couldn't even imagine the terrible consequences.

The entire Fenris galaxy, all his offspring, his people, and everything he owns could be reduced to ashes in a devastating burst of celestial energy.

The thought of this filled him with boundless anger and a sense of humiliation at being fooled, making him dizzy.

“Calm down, Ruth,” Losi’s calm voice rang out from the side. “It’s not too late to find out and deal with it now. Anger won’t solve anything.”

Ruth took a deep breath, trying to calm his boiling blood. He turned to look at Rosie, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

“You’re right, Rose, let’s go and dig out that damn time bomb.”

The warships were anchored on Fenris's orbit, while Lothie and the others piloted Stormbirds and slowly landed around the huge helipad of Wolf Fang Fortress.

The Burner's fragments are not on Fenris, but on a planet called Midgardia in the Fenris system. The reason for coming to Fenris first was at the request of Lemanrus himself.

Upon hearing from Loshi in Terra that a fragment of a star god existed in the Fenris system, Lemanrus immediately sent his orders to Bjorn, instructing him to evacuate all humans from Midgardia.

Ruth did not specify the exact reason, but he planned to talk to his sons in person to prevent them from acting rashly.

After all, Ruth knew his sons' personalities very well. If he told them that there was danger somewhere and they should never go there, the Space Wolves would most likely drink a mouthful of mead and then go off in groups of three or five to challenge them.

In the eyes of the Space Wolves, this is what a real man should do—challenge difficulties, overcome difficulties, or even die for them.

Don't ask if it has any value; the Fenris don't care about such things.

This method works every time, even giving Ruth a huge headache.

"Lord Russ, Lord Roche."

As soon as Loshi and the others stepped off the Stormbird, Bjorn, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came to greet them.

This most trusted offspring of the wolf king appeared extremely composed, which was rather unlike that of a member of the Space Wolves.

"Have you carried out my orders?" the Wolf King asked, glancing sideways, before walking toward the circular hall at the very top of Valgard.

That's the central command room of Wolf Fang Fortress. When the Wolf King wants to issue orders, he holds meetings here.

“Midgardia has been completely evacuated, sir. We have emptied that world, including the wolves, Mechanicus members, and some of the mortal natives who were stationed there.”

Ruth nodded in satisfaction. He could always trust Bjorn; the kid had grown into a reliable elder, no longer a new blood following in the footsteps of veterans.

"Have all the wolf lords assemble and stand by. There are enemies in Midgardia that threaten the home of the space wolves, and the Son of Fenris will not allow any enemy to exist under his nose."

A hint of confusion flashed in Bjorn's eyes.

He couldn't understand what kind of enemy the Fenris system, which had been managed by the Space Wolves for hundreds of years, could have that could shake the entire legion.

However, he still obediently carried out the Wolf King's orders. The Space Wolves Company and Wolf Lords stationed in the Fenris system immediately dropped everything they were doing and rushed to the Legion's meeting room.

In just a few minutes, the space wolves arrived in front of the wolf king using various means.

These space wolves from different Dalian have different styles and decorations. For example, the warriors of the sea wolf Dalian look darker-skinned because before their transformation, most of them were islanders who hunted Kraken sea monsters in the south of Fenris.

"Wolf King, where are our enemies?"

"My great axe is itching for a bite!"

The area where the wolves were immediately filled with noise, as these space wolves talked amongst themselves and even began to chat.

"Quiet!" Ruth growled.

"Leave professional matters to professionals. I have invited the Great Sage Roshi. All of you, including myself, must listen to him."

Upon hearing the wolf king's command, the wolf pack immediately fell silent, their agitation turning into icy indifference in just a few breaths.

The wolf pack turned their attention to Loxi, who was standing next to the wolf king.

According to the Space Wolves' tradition, they have a habit of judging people by their appearance.

To them, Loxi's first impression was that he was just a well-proportioned, somewhat thin mortal, not even as strong as the auxiliary wolf slaves of the space wolves.

But wolves are reckless, never stupid.

The wolf lords present sensed an instinctive fear and unease emanating from Loxi, as if some terrifying beast was lurking beneath that mortal body.

With the wolf king in charge, these unruly alpha wolves became quite docile.

"Hidden within Midgardia is a fragment of a star god known as the Burner."

"Our mission this time is to dig out that fragment, pack it up, and take it away."

Without beating around the bush, Rose stated the purpose of the mission directly.

"This mission doesn't require too many people. It's extremely difficult to deal with the Star God fragments by relying on sheer numbers."

Most of you only need to remain on board the warship and wait for orders. If necessary, simply order an orbital bombardment.

Upon hearing this, the wolf lords immediately turned their anxious gazes toward their fellow warriors.

Since only a small number of people are qualified to participate in the war, they should fight a battle on their own first and see who is qualified to follow the Wolf King.

(End of this chapter)