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

Chapter 933 The Complete Void Dragon and Orikan's Rebirth

In Loxi's original expectation, once all the pieces of the Void Dragon puzzle were put in place, her power would experience another huge boost.

But it wasn't until that moment actually arrived that he realized his original idea was wrong.

The biggest difference between a complete Void Dragon and a damaged Void Dragon lies in the absolute control over the rules.

He can now be said to have become the embodiment of the rules. The power wielded by the Void Dragon—mechanics, order, technology—is all before him, moving according to his own will.

Rules are the cornerstone of the universe, and even the smallest and most insignificant rule has incredible power.

Loxi felt that he could make the sun, which had given birth to human civilization, burn out all its mass in an instant and collapse into a white dwarf with just a flick of his finger.

Alternatively, he could reverse the sun's life cycle, causing it to evolve in reverse from the original nebular material.

This is not about forcibly distorting reality using non-material forces such as psychic energy, but rather it represents the rewriting and reshaping of the rules governing stellar evolution.

The speed of light constant within the solar system is also subject to Roche's will. If he chooses to continuously reduce the speed of light, the entire solar system will become a dark zone, and it will never be able to leave the solar system through normal means.

Furthermore, Roche could even adjust the rules so that stars revolve around Terra, making humanity's home planet the core of the entire celestial system.

Of course, these are just minor side effects. Any enemy that does not have the ability to compete with Roxi at the level of rules will face an unsolvable situation where the rules are distorted and overridden.

Their warships would twist and collapse due to changes in stress structure, and the reactors would go out of control due to changes in the forces between microscopic particles. Every calculation by the main computer would become random, disordered, and completely unpredictable.

Let alone starting a war, even surviving will become a luxury.

"Wait for me here."

After leaving behind a message, Loxi vanished from the Terra Palace in a flash.

"What's wrong with him...?" The one who held the seal was slightly confused. He didn't understand why Loxi, who had just been fusing the last piece of the Void Dragon puzzle, would suddenly leave.

"He is testing his limits," the Emperor said calmly.

"Without using psionic energy."

The Lord of Mankind sensed no fluctuations in the warp, which meant that Lothie was not drawing power through the warp.

At this moment, within the solar system, he could no longer sense Rosie's presence. Clearly, this human who had fully mastered the power of the Void Dragon had already left the solar system.

For a time, even the emperor didn't know where Luo Xi had gone.

This speed naturally far exceeds the so-called speed of light and has nothing to do with the inertial-free engine technology used by the space necromancers.

Just as Taracin and Orikan were looking at each other in bewilderment, Rosie suddenly appeared in her original spot.

However, in his hand, he was currently gripping a huge fang, the base of which was still oozing scarlet blood.

"This is a Kraken tooth."

Loxi grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“From the polar ice caps of Fenris.”

"You went to Fenris? Just for such a short time?" Macado exclaimed.

Although Fenris is one of the Primarch homeworlds closest to Holy Terra, it is still a sector-level distance, and even with the use of the Infinity Network, it would be impossible to make a round trip so quickly.

"Yes, speed is also a rule. As long as I can bear the cost, I can accelerate indefinitely."

"I don't need subspace, I don't need the network, I don't need these methods that are strictly speaking cheating."

Loshi tossed the Kraken tooth to Tarasin. This thing possessed a bio-field similar to a disintegrating force field, and was often used as a raw material for sophisticated weapons in Fenris.

Talasi didn't seem to mind the tooth, which was still stained with blood. It was a testament to the Void Dragon's first use of its powers after it regained its full strength.

He could dedicate a special exhibition area in his own museum to display the changes Roshi has undergone since he began riding the Void Dragon.

This is a true evolutionary history of a human star god, more valuable than most of the items in his museum.

“Where I am, the veil of the real universe will naturally begin to recover and thicken. I think you should be able to feel that your psychic energy is not as smooth as before.”

The Emperor nodded slightly, confirming Luo Xi's judgment.

"If it were in front of you, most psychics would be unable to use their power; they would be no different from ordinary people without any psychic abilities."

"I'd like to have a match with you. I've never fought a fully-formed Star God before."

Suddenly, the emperor, with a hint of eager curiosity, offered his suggestion.

Loxi was immediately jolted, then abruptly waved his hand.

"No need, no need. Even now, I have no chance of winning against you."

“I can sever my connection with the God Emperor and rely solely on my own strength.” The Emperor began to take this seriously.

“But I still refuse,” Losi said firmly, “and if we really want to settle this, we have to find a place that is remote enough.”

"Even a star sector would be utterly vulnerable under the combined force of our unreserved attacks."

"Then let's fight again after we've dealt with the Eye of Fear."

Seeing that the Emperor refused to give up, Rosie cursed Neos inwardly.

But at least we've managed to fool them for now; we'll deal with the future later.

Lothie abandoned the Emperor and turned his attention to Eurycan.

The astrologer's eyes were filled with Roxi's image, though he wasn't interested in Roxi as a human, since he wasn't the Enlightened Xerath, that anatomical maniac.

What truly amazed and envied him was the perfect balance between the human life form and the star god form that Rosie displayed.

Strictly speaking, the essence of the Star God is neither the material entity it appears to be, nor a pure energy body detached from material form.

Their essence exists in a higher dimension, while the star god within the necromancer's skin is merely a projection falling from that higher dimension.

Compared to them, humans, the Aidalings, and the Necromancers are all as weak and primitive as paramecia.

But it is precisely this primitiveness that allows it to achieve a balance with the transcendence of the star gods.

“Eurican, I can fulfill part of your dream now.”

“You can regain your soul, just like Tarahim.”

Upon hearing this, the astrologer shuddered, his mind, capable of calculating complex timelines and predicting the ever-changing future, momentarily stunned.

soul……

What an ancient title.

After the Silent King ordered all those who feared death to undergo the transformation ritual, every individual of their race lost their souls, leaving only empty, living metal bodies.

They gained immortality, but also lost their most precious selves.

High-ranking individuals like Orikan and Tarasin were better off, as they retained most of their memories after undergoing biotransformation.

Moreover, based on Lothie's experience of using the AllSpark to revive Tarasin's soul, the Endless Ones did not lose all their souls; there was still a very faint residual imprint deep within their consciousness.

Even so, in Eurycan’s view, the space necromancers are a race without a future. As time goes by, more and more necromancers will inevitably collapse and perish. This is a future locked in by the law of entropy increase.

Even if the space necromancers are incredibly powerful and can easily destroy galaxies and star sectors, given enough time, their race will eventually wither away completely.

Perhaps one day, the Silent King will sit alone on his throne, while all the undead in space become mindless metal skeletons, leaving only him.

"What preparations do I need to make? What ritual is required to restore the soul?"

The astrologer was rambling a bit, while Tarachin chuckled and patted his old rival on the shoulder, indicating that he didn't need to be so nervous.

"Look at you, you can't keep your composure at all."

“I’m nowhere near as calm and collected as I used to be. Euricane, Euricane, you’ve been pretending your whole life, but now you’ve been exposed.”

"Actually, he howled even louder than you back then. I didn't even know you space necromancers still retained this function." Loshi added at the right moment, leaving the self-aggrandizing Tarasin speechless.

“You’ll get no friends if you do this, Rosie.”

"Alright, enough joking around." Luo Xi's smile faded, and her expression became focused and solemn.

“Eurican, are you ready? This process might be… a bit shocking.”

Orikan forcefully suppressed the surging, chaotic signal flow within the core processor. His metallic face couldn't display any complex expressions, but his slightly lowered head and clenched fists revealed the turmoil within him.

“I have waited for this moment for too long… so long that I have almost forgotten what waiting is. Let’s begin, Rosie. I can withstand any kind of impact.”

Taracin also dropped his teasing attitude, silently taking a few steps back to give Roxi enough space.

His green eyes were fixed on Orikan. Although he was never one to mince words, at this moment, as the only space necromancer who had experienced the return of a soul, he understood better than anyone what Orikan was about to go through.

It was a qualitative change, like stepping from an endless winter into a warm spring, a transformation from a bloodless and tearless machine into a living, breathing being.

Loxi said no more. He raised his hand, palm up, and a Rubik's Cube that was spinning slowly appeared.

The light on the surface of the Rubik's Cube is like leaping golden flames, containing boundless vitality and active energy.

It wasn't dazzling, yet it made the Emperor and Macado present feel a surge of creativity and life.

"Eurican, rekindle the fire of the soul."

Loshi's deep voice seemed to carry some ancient rhythm, and the light in his palm flowed slowly toward Orikan's living metal body like a living fluid.

When the first spark of energy touched Orikan's body, his body, made of living metal, rippled like water.

Euricane's body jolted violently.

He felt a warm and powerful force penetrating through layers of metal structures and complex circuits, directly impacting the deepest part of his consciousness—a cold, desolate wasteland he himself had long forgotten.

The light gradually enveloped Orichen completely, and Orichen's optical sensors were instantly overwhelmed by countless fragmented and chaotic light and shadow.

It's no longer data observed by a cold recorder, but... a feeling!
He felt a long-lost warmth, as if it were the warmth he had felt during his short life as a fearful of the dead.

He felt... fear. It was a deep fear of the brevity of life and the inevitable, painful death.

As an astrology apprentice, he could calculate the movement of stars and celestial bodies and predict the development and changes of time, but he could not predict the fate of his own people.

He could only watch helplessly as his compatriots, after reaching the prime of their lives, were quickly tormented to death by strange diseases and accelerated aging.

Time has become a sharp blade hanging over the heads of every person who fears death.

His almost obsessive interest in time stems from his fear and resentment at its irresistible passage and end.

He felt the desire.

They yearn to understand the mysteries of time, to grasp the fleeting moments, and to find a way out for their race.

This yearning is remarkably similar to Taracin's desperate efforts to collect and record everything, attempting to combat the nature of forgetting and extinction.

They were all trying to grasp some trace of certain "existence" in the eternal nothingness.

The floodgates of memory were burst open, and those memories belonging to the death-fearing Euricane, buried deep within the core of logic, were salvaged one by one by the light of the source of fire, like treasures from a sunken ship.

He recalled the complex feelings he had when he was a young astrology apprentice, looking up at the starry sky from the observation tower, a feeling that was a mixture of insignificance and ambition.

He recalled his mentor's wrinkled and pus-covered hands as he pointed to the star chart and explained the laws of celestial motion, and his own wild fantasies about controlling time.

If they could control their time, he and his mentor wouldn't have to die or fear the torment of illness.

These feelings and memories are so unfamiliar, yet they carry a chilling sense of familiarity.

They are no longer cold, lifeless data records, but vivid fragments imbued with warmth, emotion, and personal imprint.

In the nearly dried-up ocean of consciousness of Euricana, a fresh spring was finally gushing forth sweet rain.

"Ugh—!"

Eurycan finally could not contain himself and let out a long howl.

The howl contained pain, confusion, ecstasy, and a stirring of new life.

His living metallic body trembled violently in the light, and countless tiny deformable gears began to reshape his original form.

This is an inevitable consequence of the radiation from the spark source, and even Roche cannot change it.

This ancient artifact originally belonged to the Transformers. After being modified by the AllSpark, the machine would eventually become a special kind of Transformer. It's just that it has now fallen into the hands of Loki.

Tarachin watched all this quietly, knowing that the deep-seated consciousness imprint of Orikan was being activated, and the seedling of his soul was sprouting.

This process lasted for quite some time. As the light of the Fire Source gradually dimmed and finally merged completely into Orikan's body, the hall fell into an eerie silence.

Orikan remained standing, his metallic body seemingly possessing an indescribable resilience and luster, radiating an inner vitality from within.

The most noticeable change was in his eyes, which went from having only one eye to having two. His entire face also became more vivid, looking somewhat similar to Tarachin, with a lively and spirited air.

He slowly raised his hands, staring at them in disbelief.

He tried gently clenching his fist and then slowly releasing it.

“I…” Eurican began, “I feel time… flowing through my body again…”

"Time is no longer an external parameter for observation and calculation, but something real and belonging to me."

Taracin stepped forward, said nothing, and simply hugged Orikan.

This time, it was no longer a joke or provocation, but a sincere expression of understanding and congratulations.

“Welcome back, old man.” Tarasin’s voice carried a genuine joy. “From eternal bystanders, back to ourselves.”

"From then on, I was no longer alone."

Orikan turned his head and looked at Tarasin.

Millions of years of competition, mockery, and scheming all melted away at this moment, shedding all masks and armor.

“Yes, I’m back.” Eurican’s voice gradually calmed down.

He turned to Roche and solemnly performed an ancient ritual belonging to those who fear death.

"Thank you, Lord Roch. You have given me not only a soul, but also a new possibility."

Rosie smiled and nodded; it was just a small favor for him.

But this simple act of kindness led to a complete reversal of Orichen's fate.

From this moment on, this ancient astrologer will become another necromantic ally with great potential, following in the footsteps of Tarachin.

Once Loshi learns that humanity has begun to reach for the Star God fragments, the space necromancers, who were previously able to maintain a relatively objective stance, will inevitably feel a sense of crisis.

Therefore, what he needs to do is to divide the Space Necromancer race as much as possible.

The Necromancers in space are roughly divided into two factions: the conservative faction, led by the Silent King, who are more lenient towards humans and act with caution and composure.

The other faction is the radicals led by Storm King, who are hostile not only to other races but also to the conservatives represented by Silent King.

Loshi didn't want to support the conservatives, nor did he want to directly oppose the radicals. What he wanted to do was to bring out a third faction, namely the space undead who had a better relationship with humans and were bound by multiple interests.

This was true of Tarachin, and it was also true of Orikan.

Perhaps this special force among the space undead is currently too weak to be noticed, but in the future, under the right conditions, it will surely grow from a seed into a towering tree.

"As for the other thing I promised you, you'll have to figure that out yourselves," Losi said.

"To replace the will of the Star God fragment with the will of humanity, I have only succeeded twice, including myself."

“I don’t know if your souls, which were given by the source of the fire, can do this, but from a risk perspective, you can choose a weaker fragment of the star god to control.”

“You need to provide the Star God Fragments yourselves. You can trade Star God Fragments with Szalak and other Space Necromancer Dynasties. In order to close the Eye of Fear, we need more support.”

Eurycan naturally had no objections; he had just regained his soul and owed humanity a tremendous favor.

“I will use my connections and relationships to help you find suitable Star God fragments in various Necropolis dynasties,” Orikan promised.

“It’s us,” Rose corrected with a smile.

“Oh right, it’s us,” Euricane said again, a knowing look on his face.

“You can continue to exploit that bastard Tarasin. His Nishirak dynasty was extremely wealthy, perhaps even more so than all the other undead dynasties combined.”

"And their Emperor Christophe dotes on Tarachin to an almost obsessive degree. If I didn't know the timeline of the past, I would really think that Tarachin was the Emperor's illegitimate son."

"No matter what trouble Tarasin causes outside, even if he steals from Imotek, the only result will be deportation and never being allowed to enter the country again."

“If you offer to ignite the flame and revive the soul in exchange, I think Chris Peck wouldn’t refuse such a fair deal.”

Eurycan's suggestion immediately enlightened Rose.

Yes, he still has a fat, oily guy like Tarasin in his hands. If he squeezes him a little more, he can definitely extract even more Star God fragments.

However, after Euricane exposed Tarasim's secrets, this ruler of the Nihirak dynasty immediately became furious.

“While we Nishirak are wealthy, we are not as outrageous as you claim. This is slander, utter slander!”

“We are living in dire straits. Even Gordon of the Crown World is half-submerged in the Pocket Dimension. Our Emperor is diligently accumulating wealth, which has made our lives a little better.”

"It's the biggest joke in the galaxy! Did you accumulate your wealth through hard work? Why don't you explain what happened to those thousand-plus vanished civilizations and their wealth?" Eurican sneered.

Seeing these two lovable characters bickering again, Luo Xi watched with great interest.

They stopped arguing in front of humans because they felt it was beneath them to do so.

“Tarasin, I know your Nihirak dynasty is a typical miserly dynasty, but there’s no use in keeping that wealth in a treasury.”

"No matter how much reserves we have, it's all for the purpose of having enough strength to deal with trouble when necessary, and now I think that's when it's necessary."

Tarachin knew that Loshi was giving him pointers, so he could only nod and agree with a bitter face.

His collecting obsession and stinginess are well-known throughout the galaxy, but compared to the Venerable Crispek behind him, Tarasin is still a generous fellow.

Convincing the Emperor to provide more Star God fragments will be a significant challenge for Taracin.

"Alright, now that all the preparations have been completed, it's time to go and achieve our initial goal."

Rosie straightened up, radiating an aura of idealism.

"It's time for the Eye of Fear, this scar on the real universe, to die."

“Tarasin, you should return to the Nihirak dynasty and express humanity’s attitude to your emperor.”

“Tell him that even if he doesn’t want to stand with the Silent King or the Storm King, becoming friends with humans is not a bad option.”

"We humans have always treated our friends with sincerity and generosity, and you two should know this very well."

Tarasin understood the implication in Loshi's words: humanity was no longer satisfied with having two space necromancer allies; they wanted to bring the Nishirak dynasty to their side as well.

It must be said that this idea was extremely arrogant. The Nihirak dynasty had always maintained isolationism and a neutral and objective stance towards other powerful dynasties.

As long as you don't enter Nishirak's territory, you won't be attacked by them. But once you enter their territory, you will face relentless and destructive attacks from Nishirak's most powerful and elite army.

“I will convey to the Emperor that closer relations between Nihilak and humanity would benefit both of us,” Tarasin promised.

"As for you, Orikan, we are about to travel to the world of Kadia Fortress near the Eye of Fear. You will come with us. Perhaps we will need your help to fully activate the Blackstone Obelisk there."

Lothie wasn't embarrassed at all. He had just done Eurycan a great favor, and now he was being asked to do the humans a favor in return.

He actually preferred that Taraxin help the Mechanicus activate the Blackrock Obelisk, but the guy had a more important task now, so it was better to have Orikan do it instead.

“I have no problem,” Euricane replied simply and directly.

“In that case, let’s meet again in Kadia,” Losi said firmly.

(End of this chapter)