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

Chapter 114: Lighting up Macragge
"My work is done. Complete your task, blacksmith."

The scanners relayed all gathered information back to the starship database in orbit, while the STC in primary position Alpha continued to operate.

"Light up Macragge."

The Warsmith took a deep breath. Even though he had held out in the Castle of Pain for a whole year and finally blew up the castle and destroyed an Emperor-class Titan, he was not so nervous.

He felt his biological lungs, which were no longer as powerful as before, were contracting violently, and the blood pumped by his two hearts made him feel a little dizzy.

But his hands did not tremble at all, as if they were a piece of tempered steel and indestructible.

He followed the method he had figured out and began to operate in the primary position Alpha.

Seeing this scene, Roche had to admire Dantioch's level. He still couldn't understand how this Iron Warrior, who had never come into contact with the Necrons, could rely on his intuition to use the Pharos Lighthouse to crack their system.

As the program progressed, the quantum pulse engine located deep in the Pharos Mountains began to operate.

Those black stone caves transmitted infrasound pulses from the abyss, and the entire mountain range was vibrating under the influence of that technological creation.

And Roxi, who was inside Faros, reacted even more obviously to this feeling.

The chest cavity resonated under the influence of infrasound, as if some titan beast was awakening from eternal slumber. Everyone present felt a sense of grandeur and sacredness. Compared with this, humans were so small.

The STC is doing its best to record the operating status of Pharos, and outlines extremely complex lines and numbers on its output screen.

Even Luo Xi felt dizzy when he saw these astronomical figures.

Perhaps only the Primarch's brain, which is comparable to a supercomputer, can analyze these data, especially Guilliman. Roche once wondered if he was a supercomputer in a human skin.

Even those humans who called themselves golden men that Roche had seen were no match to Guilliman in terms of brainpower.

"These data can only be processed by intelligent brains. When it comes to repetitive data calculations, it is almost impossible for humans to defeat artificial intelligence," said Luo Xi.

"But the Thinkers made of flesh and blood are safer, aren't they?" Dantioch certainly knew what Roche was being sarcastic about. The most widely used array of Thinkers in the human empire now is made up of human brains.

It may not be smart enough or powerful enough, but it is controllable.

The power of Pharos is crossing the vast universe, spanning thousands of light years to reach the Macragge system.

At this moment, all those lost in the Warp saw a beam of light piercing through the Ruinstorm.

Its brightness could not compare to that of Terra's Astronomican, but in the endless darkness, even the smallest light was enough to arouse all the desire to survive.

No one knew how it lit up in the storm of destruction, but they had no choice.

It could be hope, but it could also be a bait for some malicious intent.

Countless lonely starships, damaged warships, and fragmented fleets are heading towards Macragge, which is illuminated by Pharos.

"Did it work, Blacksmith?"

Roche also rarely showed nervousness. Although Dantioch claimed that Pharos could operate, no one knew what the real situation was.

If a machine has been abandoned for tens of millions of years and still does not require much maintenance, and can even be started by an alien who knows nothing about it, Luo Xi can only say that this is god-like technology.

In the intricate black stone tunnels of Pharos, a dark green pocket dimension rift unique to the Necrons slowly opened.

The first Necron warrior walked out of the rift, followed by the second. They were as silent as the grave. Their movements were not swift, but their actions were as precise as machines.

In their hands, they all held Gauss separator guns that glowed with a faint green light. This dangerous weapon, unique to the Necrons, had an extremely sharp metal blade at the tip, and could also be used in close combat when needed.

[Kill...the invaders] The Necromancer warriors received the command, and these completely silent Necromancers carried out the order as firmly as machines.

"Did you hear anything, Blacksmith?"

In the cave made of black stone, Hill vaguely sensed an unusual sound.

Extremely heavy, yet different from the sluggish and stiff nature of Space Marines.

The Ear of Leman can filter out the necessary parts from the noisy background noise. When the Extreme Warrior spoke, Dantioch was immediately alert.

Something was wrong. What was coming from those black stone tunnels was not just the infrasonic noise produced by the quantum pulse engines.

The Space Marines immediately raised their alert, and Hill threw a long-lasting flash bomb, and the dark Black Stone Cave was suddenly illuminated like day.

Coming out of the cave that was supposed to be empty was a team of fully armed metal skeletons.

They were hunched over, approaching the Astartes with firm steps and the same frequency. Luo Xi saw that these metal skeletons were holding some Gauss separation guns with a faint green glow, and some double-barreled Gauss explosion guns that looked even more terrifying.

"Get out of the way! That's a Gauss weapon!"

Luo Xi's voice immediately exploded in the communication channel, and then he took the lead and rolled to hide behind a thick black stone pillar.

"It's the Necrons, they've awakened!"

"Hill, Nikonna, Blacksmith, prepare to fight!"

The Space Marines reacted much faster than Roche's signal. These warriors with super-fast nerve reflexes each looked for cover and avoided the green beams released by the metal skeletons.

In front of everyone's eyes, everyone saw the equipment they had placed here. Whether it was metal vehicles or instruments made of organic materials, they were all decomposed and dissipated under the green light column.

Danger, extremely dangerous!
The lethality of these Gauss rays far exceeded that of explosive bombs and plasma. The Astartes realized that even if they were wearing heavy armor, even the improved Star-type power armor, the consequences of being hit would never be good.

Although the enemy is strong, the Space Marines will never be afraid of a strong enemy.

Relying on the cover of the black stone walls, the Extreme Marines actively dispersed and instantly fired heavy bombs at the heads of the Necrons.

Instantly, the primary position Alpha was filled with the loud roar of bullets exploding from the guns. The Necron warriors had no intention of avoiding it, or perhaps their slowness did not allow them to avoid it.

The powerful bomb whizzed across the short distance, accelerated by a second round of fuel, and exploded on the living metal head of the Necron.

The grenade launchers in the hands of Hill and others are all improved products of Mustafa. Due to the advancement of material technology, the lethality that these grenade launchers can produce is almost twice that of the past.

If the target is a traditional extreme power armor, even the thickest shoulder armor can be completely penetrated and killed.

However, facing an unprecedented enemy, the living metal of these Necron Warriors were only blasted with fist-sized craters. They still stood stubbornly in place, attacking the Space Marines with their Gauss weapons.

"The enemy has extremely strong defenses, and is slow in speed and reaction."

"Shooting with extreme accuracy, keeping reaction distance."

Hill's voice traveled through the communication channel. He once again demonstrated his strengths and summarized the characteristics of the new Necrons.

The shooting of these metal skeletons is extremely accurate, even more accurate than that of the Astartes. Their thinking core and shooting reaction are faster than those of the Space Marines who rely on nerve reflexes to fight back.

But the Space Marines soon found a way to deal with it, which was to predict the shooting angles of the Necromancers in advance.

The dynamic vision of the Astartes is enough to see the movement trajectory of the weapons in the hands of the Undead in the fierce battle, and then complete the evasive action in a time difference shorter than the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)