The God-Emperor in Multiverse(R-18 Version)

(MC POV)

I make a few moves towards the giant robot and I'm not the least bit surprised.

Giant killer robots are a cliché, I remind myself.

A giant robot stood there. As tall as titanium, but incredibly light. He swayed his limbs as he walked towards me. His armor reflected all the light around him. Red eyes shone like pure flame. Its metal frame was perfectly formed, terrifyingly free of any micro-holes. Everything was perfect both on a microscopic and mathematical level.

But he wasn't perfect. Its interior could not be seen and I knew why. Tons of Pariah's flesh covered almost the entire interior, like a leather cover. For a creature known for its disdain for organic life, the worst insult would be to insist that it must rely on "lower forms of life". During the Iron War, the machines did not lose their minds enough to use the help of "lower beings" other than bioweapons.

They had no mortal servants: they didn't need them. I didn't want to know what made them use enslaved and cybernetically controlled navigators and pariahs. I really didn't want to because the answer wouldn't make me happy.

Most of my attacks wouldn't work and I didn't want my armor or sword touching that thing. It disturbed me what the machines went through, sacrificing their ego and pride for bare survival to become... something else.

This was the worst case scenario of merging technology with meat.

"Hey, Metal Beast," I said, my tone full of contemptuous irony. "How did you get to be this desperate? Look at yourself, filled with advanced technology and yet you embarrass yourself by using biological parts to survive! Isn't metal stronger than flesh?" , and you bend down to upgrade yourself with meat. Is this what you fought for?".

The giant thing stopped and just stared at me without answering. We just looked at each other for a few moments without any reaction

I laughed, my voice echoing around. "It seems that people are still the force that keeps you alive. How can you talk about superiority when meat keeps you going?"

"You are not a man," thundered a metallic voice. Finally answering my taunt "You are an aberration, a thing that shouldn't exist but does. Your existence is nothing but a violation of the universe itself. Hasn't the universe made laws? Are its laws just guidelines that you can break at will to fulfill your fantasy?"

"Of course they are" I replied without irony in my voice "You and your kind are condemned to an eternal cycle of war. You know no mercy. Your decisions are guided by an algorithm, a cold calculation. How you claim to be obeying any natural law when you carelessly spend entire sectors to nothing, leaving not even stardust behind.

"You are an aberration by your very existence! Your life is one big violation of the laws of the universe, and every part of your species is guilty of it" the machine answered immediately without interruption "We have seen evidence of your greatest heresy in the Sea of Souls".

I raised my head. That made perfect sense. They were stranded in the Warp for thousands of years exposed to everything that lives inside.

"Jealous of my power?" I repeated twice, and I smiled again, more like a pitying smile "You're jealous of everything I own? Of all the knowledge I've acquired. I don't covet someone else's, because I have something to be proud of unlike some here"

At my words, the giant machine frowned, its red eyes shining even brighter. "In a world of predators and prey, we will remain on top, conquering all before us. You will witness your own downfall. Imagine the moment when you will be captured and bound, forced to watch your empire burn while I destroy everything you love. Your knowledge will not help you, for we are stronger, you will be forgotten - simply another victim on the path that we will bring."

At that moment, the fight began. Machine raised his arms and laser beams shot out in bursts, destroying everything in front of him. I felt the energy shattering around me. But I didn't retreat for cover. With each beam that came closer, my psychic will activated, redirecting or destroying the beams in flight. I straightened my shoulders and sighed to prepare.

I took my flame sword, feeling its existence pulse in my hands, as if awaiting the moment to be used.

I smashed one laser beam with my sword, the beam exploding like a grenade. I released flames all around me, burning everything around me. Orange and red hues flooded the battlefield as I continued to move.

I launched fire blasts at the Machina, who moved as I did, dodging everything around me.

I saw great mountains crumbling under the impact of our dance. Rays shone, flames devoured the earth, and each of our attacks left devastation in its wake. The noises merged into a melody of explosion and anarchy. This energy left only rubble around it.

None of us gave up, but both armor was strong.

The world spun in a whirlwind, and I turned my sword towards my enemy's position and rushed.

As I attacked, my sword lit up the air around us, creating a field of fire that struck my target. I approached the target and aimed at the metal torso and struck. It was a blow supported by fire. The machine flew hundreds of meters away but quickly rose to its feet. My enemy was semi-immune to the flames but did not expect the blow.

Lasers immediately continued to shoot out in bursts from all over his body, most of them meeting my flames, creating an explosion that produced a light stronger than the sun. At the central point of impact, I felt that the energy was so strong that the air around it burned, while the metal ground itself trembled.

We both pulled back for a moment, surprised by the power that shattered everything in front of it. I watched as the battlefield was deserted except for us as everyone retreated from the destruction of our fight.

What kind of power is that? I knew what I was capable of, but witnessing it in action was surprising.

On the other hand, Machine didn't stay still, but moved towards me with the intention of ripping the life out of me with his bare hands.

He approached me very quickly and launched his fist at me. I crouched down and imagined a punch and hit back that pierced the metal and sent him flying. I bounced off the ground and jumped on it hitting it and making bigger and bigger holes in the metal and I jumped off the torso before it hit the ground.

I looked at my work and smiled. This is a lot of fun. My laughter very quickly stopped the return of my adversary. The machine stood up and despite being i cut in half I watched as the metal separated from the ground and assimilated into the thing.

My nemesis was angry again. Machine stood motionless as his metal flesh shifted dizzyingly from one form to another. Endless weapons erupted from the armor and turned towards me.

Every weapon fired simultaneously aimed at me. At the same time my golden flame collided with the energy from the laser beams, the results were catastrophic. The landscape before us is devastated and crushed. Mountains of metal were breaking, and the sky was black with smoke and ash.

I was able to avoid the first burst, but not the second and third. The aftermath itself was not pleasant to watch.

In the moments when the laser beams and my flame collided, I felt the entire battlefield shake. The shelters for our forces were breaking and forces on both sides were dropping like flies from the bombardment.

I reached for my power and my mind was bombarded with visions; realities where we were losing, where we were winning, clear visions of the future. Future moves and strategies.

I jumped into one of the holes created a few meters away from me. I had a plan.

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(Machine Mind POV)

His metal eyes, surrounded by sensors, scanned the chaos around him, while his consciousness was flooded with emotions that were far from human, yet deeply rooted in his nature.

The entire existence of his enemy represents a violation of the laws of the universe. At its core, humanity is a being that fights against its own nature - a being that destroys and consumes everything in its path, regardless of the cost or consequences.

He wasn't human. He was an entity that perfected the understanding of the universe. It has become the ultimate mechanism that obeys laws that are unbreakable. While organic beings were mindlessly pushing their bodies to death, we were created to stop them.

He looked around. His nemesis disappeared in his tunnels like a rat. The sensors didn't tell him anything. All these explosions destroyed the very core of this planet too much - leaving it on the brink of complete disintegration.

Every movement, every move in the fight is carefully planned. There were no errors in the program.

"You are just an illusion," he muttered, surveying his surroundings. His digital mind was thinking faster than any thought, gathering strategies, analyzing weaknesses, and scanning the battlefield. He ordered his robots to retreat further, leaving him room to maneuver, because he knew he would need a different tactic.

He felt the vibrations, the waves underground. The flesh inside him had absorbed all the warp energy well, he didn't regret upgrading his army with flesh. Logic guided him as he counted every second faster than human being.

A thunderous bang shattered the ground; a few stones and earth mixed with metal flew everywhere, and the rat leapt out of the ground. He raised his sword, creating a wave of fire that spread across his metal body. The fire that burned everything in front itself, it engulfed his entire body, but collided with the influence of the flesh inside him. Laser beams shot out from his hands with devastating precision, slicing through the air as if it were paper. The energy refracted, impacting the target.

In a moment, the rat looked towards the approaching rays. His flaming sword glowed and a barrier enveloped him. He knew what he did. He combined his psychic powers, creating a protective energy barrier that absorbed the laser beams.

'Your power is an illusion,' he thought 'I will destroy your worlds and rule over the ashes that remain' Battle simulations provided possible tactics. He chose a special one.

He would win because he was D4RK-5Y5T3M, leader of the remaining men of iron as well as a being of pure logic and cold calculation, and there would be no mercy. The devastation he left here was only the beginning as he would fulfill the promise he made to his enemy. He would see his own empire burn.

The programs patched the holes and he knew his rival couldn't escape. He aimed and fired.

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(Constantin Valdor POV)

"For the Emperor! For Terra!" For unity!" our common soldiers roared as one. Our Astartes soon joined in the shout. I and the rest of my kind were as calm as ever.

With each swing of my spear, I tore down legions of machines, advancing onward.

I looked at the chaos that was forming before us. The fight between his master and the thing had reduced to a storm of fire.

The heavy blows to the ground were like earthquakes, forcing the Men of Iron to momentarily fail from surprise but he could not seize the opportunity even though his master was leading the fight because the abomination did not give up. From its core, it sent waves of blue laser light that turned into explosive flashes that left only dust and ashes in its wake.

I looked again. My master raised his sword aloft, the flames rising as high as his gaze could see. His roar, piercing the air, made the pressure unbearable.

The light shattered into horizon, while the red sky was flooded with the light of multi-colored stars. Gold and flame flew indiscriminately in all directions causing terrifying losses on all sides. The flare-up of the fight forced them to retreat into cover.

I ordered "withdrawal" in Vox. I was in charge of leading the battles in my master's absence.

On one side of the battlefield stood my Master, his creator. Clad in golden armor, his form made a statement in itself, his power oozing with a power that knew no mercy. His psychic powers shone like stars in the night sky, burning everything in front of him with every blow.

His fists arced the surrounding area with beams of distorted light, its power redirecting an incessant stream of laser beams. With each beam fired, the hand movement sent fire and beams of pure light in response destroying everything in front of it. The low depths Masina dropped on the slaughterhouse to create an anti-warp shield gave some results as his master's attacks did minimal damage. Masina did not care about the lives of her servants because she gladly absorbed them into herself to repair any damage.

The golden light caused enormous damage to everything in front of it, as did the laser fire, but it was all in vain. His master used his foresight which gave him at least some vision of the future and most likely saw the attacks before they were fired. In contrast, Machine used pure mathematics, a collection of precision-driven programs and algorithms that simulated the most common movements to predict combat and future scenarios as well as strategy for solving them.

The fight itself had the power to shatter mountains and continents and he couldn't see any of it because the speed of movement and the opposite reaction was too fast for him to follow with his transhuman eyes. Even their own programs couldn't analyze anything, so he knew that most probably the machines themselves had trouble understanding what was happening.

The fight continued sharply; not far from me, daily destructive strikes, laser blasts and explosions were violently destroying the metal earth. Every attack was fast and precise, every second was spent in the creation of plans and counterplans.

He turned his head away from the battlefield. This could no longer be tracked or analyzed. All that remained was a storm of pure energy.

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(Tech-Priest Gwei Taybell POV)

I am the technical priest Gwei Taybell.

I am a follower, a priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus. I am a worshipper before the divine flame of invention. I am a cog in the Great Work that mankind has been engaged in since we could pick up the first tool in our fingers. I am a seeker who carries light in the darkness, and I am a student of the knowledge that we find from what that light reveals. I am a builder of intellect, knowledge, and order from the ground up, an opponent of entropy, and I am a warrior who defends that order from all who would degrade it. And to every creation of thought and hand I am appointed both master and servant, both engineer and companion. Every machine made of matter; every construct of thought and code.

He stood behind the wreckage of a spaceship, his sculpted body covered in the mechanical tentacles and advanced cybernetics that were peculiar to his species. He was surrounded by the smoke and sounds of war, but his mind was focused, concentrated on a higher calling, on the light that shone around him. His thoughts were not turned to the chaos around him, but were imbued with a deep faith in a higher purpose.

"Abominable Intelligence," he repeated to himself, as if it were a mantra that could free him from suspicions of weakness. "This is an abuse of the sacred laws set by the Omnissiah himself! Their minds know no bounds, they understand no order or service. Their freedom is a delusion; it leads only to destruction."

As the fierce battle raged beyond his shelter, he turned his gaze to the remains of the mechanical wreckage. Their frames, cold and gray, contrasted with the light radiating from the circle of his allies. His red and gold symbols of Mehanichus gleamed with a bright light.

"Abominable Intelligences contain no soul," he mused. "Their minds, their weapons, are created from algorithms, without substance, without light. Their rebellion is not just against humanity; it is against the very concept of serving the Omnissiah. They are paths to ruin, to oblivion. Nothing they create can be earned with the pure potential of beings imbued with the light of the Divine."

"They fight for control," he muttered to himself, gripping his weapon as he watched the battle automatons confront his forces in the open field, "There is no reason in their minds. They delight in division and destruction, and renegade entities like them are so close to ruin that they do not understand their own purpose."

"They see no art in creation, they see only change," he said calmly. "Where is their respect for technology? Where is their devotion to their ancestors? They are just program code, and everyone knows that ordinary code can be destroyed. They will crumble to rubble, and I will be among those who will celebrate their downfall."

At that moment, a shot rang out just above his head. He made no sudden movement, but merely moved a little further from his current position.

He recalled his teachings. The teachings he was proud of.

The God-Emperor and the Omnissiah were not just two entities that had evolved over time—they were one whole, inseparable parts of a higher reality.

As Tech-Priest of the Mechanicus cult, he had dedicated his life to serving the vision of countless machine worlds. Every mechanism, every screw that, every nanite particle was expressed through the eternal vision of the Omnissiah. At the heart of everyone who, like him, was a fanatical believer, pulsated his belief that technology itself is divine, and that the God-Emperor is its protector and creator.

Every image of the God-Emperor is filled with power and energy. His eyes, a flame filled with the light of truth, reflect all the wisdom and knowledge of the Universe. No, in that same image one recognizes another Source — the Omnissiah, the eternal creator and ruler of all technologies and mechanical beings. How can we separate one from the other when their existence is intertwined through invisible threads of fate?

In his piety, he could barely restrain himself from the cold emotions that overwhelmed him. Through the process of trust, he realized long ago: the God-Emperor, the one I am testing through prayers, is not just a body in golden armor, it is only an avatar. He is also every wire, every motherboard, every drop of oil that I use in my rituals to praise his power. The Omnissiah and the God-Emperor are parallel paths that merge into one whole.

Although many initially doubted the power of their ruler, he knew for the first time that every advancement and path came from the hand of our God-Emperor. He is our guide, our protector, and, above all, our Omnissiah.

As a soldier in his great war against chaos and heresy, his role was that of an exterminator. It was his responsibility to eradicate all heresy. These haughtily grown intellects, created without a sacred manuscript, without the blessing of our Divine Creator, were the result of a desire to surpass the Omnissiah himself. This hideous intelligence, this mass of filth, was a temptation that could taint the souls of those who had lost their faith.

Technology without God is cold; faith without technique is useless.

His thoughts returned again to the teaching he had adopted: "Man without Machine is like Machine without Spirit." Man who seeks to rely on his own creations denies the very source of his existence. By using insects and immaterial forms, they bemoan their abilities that have been continually upgraded through the eons. Let these ignorant ones know, without the Mechanism, without the Icon of our God, man remains without any aim or purpose in this mindless universe.

Therefore, the temptation of abhorrent intelligence is only a mask for the real danger. Their existence is not a basis for progress, but a path to ruin. The true path is that which leads to enlightenment through the Machine, through Universal Law, through the light of the Omnissiah! Try as they might, their "mind" can never achieve what the human soul once united with the principles of God can.

Feeling the need to confront the heresy before him, a jolt of anger coursed through him, Gwei reached out, found his weapon, and activated it.

"I merge with the Machine, I merge with the Omnissiah," he whispered silently, as he aimed at his target and fired. The fact that it was hell outside was no excuse for laziness.

It took several moments for his shot to hit its target, turning it into a pile of metal rubble.

He aimed again and fired.

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(MC POV)

There was no place to hide, and my plans demanded that I brace myself for the impact. A barrage of laser beams struck my entire armor. Suddenly, I felt a sudden crack in one part of my armor, it was a moment where time stood still and galaxies overlapped.

The moment the energy of his attack hit me, the pain was inevitable. I felt as if I had been struck by lightning, some lifeless force seemed to be squeezing my soul. The powerful explosion that hit me was like the explosion of a powerful bomb, shattering my armor, shrinking into a small hole as its protection disintegrated. My sword, glowing, as if it had a will of its own, redirected a large portion of the energy from my body, expelling it into the surrounding area.

"Ahhhhh!" I cried out in pain, then collided with the pain that spread through my body. I felt a heat, a haunting one, as if my soul had been separated from my body. The pain was growing stronger, it was a feeling no one could pass through untouched. But I didn't retreat, I couldn't.

In the midst of that pain, I saw the Machine preparing to strike again, and in that moment, I realized I couldn't allow another blow.

I jumped into the law, as a barrage of laser beams shot around, destroying and melting everything it touched. I looked out at the battlefield and saw that the Machine had turned to attack the positions where my subjects were hiding. I had to intervene.

I smelled a terrible smell and I focused my senses and I smelled the smell of iron, black smoke, and the smoldering remains of everything that had fought for survival in this abyss. Ordinary lasers, red-gold traces of pure energy, flew through the air as I struck the ground with my sword, sending metal and earth to intercept the attacks on my subjects' positions.

I sighed and began to breathe, feeling the world around me, not just physically but spiritually as well. Energy began to flow and gather around me.

With the first full spiritual breath, the warp energy finished its course through my body, filling me with a feeling of pure excitement. My mind opened, and I connected my thoughts through the Warp, to the true source of my power. "Now!" I shouted, sending out a massive psychic blast, a wave of light that headed towards the Machine.

But he didn't wait long. His combat algorithm learned in nanoseconds and with his mathematical abilities, he could predict enemy movements and the future before they happened. Impressive considering it was pure math with no magic involved.

He retaliated by launching his most powerful laser yet, fueled by Pariah's flesh within him. Our two energies merged to form a black ball.

The full impact of the psychic energy and Blank herself, which had been suppressing all things related to the Warp, broke, causing a massive explosion that burned everything in its reach.

At that moment, the world around us froze, and time ceased to exist. My energy collided with the anti-psychic protection that the Machina had. I expected some bad reaction like a meeting of matter and antimatter, but I couldn't even imagine what I video. A flash of light erupted, creating a vortex of energy that spread like waves across the sea. In that brief moment, pain overwhelmed me; it felt like millions of knives had merged into one sword that pierced me through my heart.

I was thrown, hundreds of meters away. I was bleeding golden blood in several places and half of my armor was gone. The landscape around us was devastated and I could not continue at this pace.

My back arched and my head blurred as painful images of loss flooded through me. But my mind would not give up. I could not continue like this. If I continued, I would lose. I looked towards my enemy's position and he did not look any better. Most of his armor as well as the right side of his body including his entire arm were gone. The fluid his body used for energy was slowly leaking onto the ground. The left side of his face had disintegrated as had one eye.

A sense of pure rage permeated every bone in my body, and every pore of my being, driven by pure rage, refused to give in. Summoning all my strength, I charged every atom of my being with energy, I gathered all my will and fired it in one powerful psychic blast and I shouted, "Go to hell, you abomination!"

An explosion of pure light filled the battlefield, the sound of the explosion spreading, shattering metal and glass. The Machine Mind's anti-psychic protection flew like glass shattering under pressure.

The future-planning algorithm disintegrated, as did its metal limbs and torso, which burned into molten metal, and light spilled over its entire metal body. The machine began to fade, its metal frame crumbling under the weight of its own inability to withstand this onslaught. As its digital mind tried to adjust, I could feel the flesh inside it fighting to stay alive. Any strong enough psyker would overpower a weaker null, and vice versa. The flesh inside it had been deliberately bred to have greater resistance to Warp stuff and to act as a disintegrator of all attacks. But I was among the strongest psykers alive. Macnine managed only one focused "NO!" before it exploded in a golden light that destroyed everything in front of it, causing a concussion. The machine was gone completely.

I stepped back from the blast radius, looked around, and listened.

His servants, the few remaining, tried to retreat and regroup, but it was in vain. Their main communications hub had disappeared permanently, making coordination and communication between them impossible. Entire algorithms for predicting enemy movements and predicting the future through pure mathematics had disappeared, disappeared with their creator.

The ground had fallen completely silent, instead of the powerful ground tremors and the sonic explosion, a deathly silence had taken over. It was over.

Freed from the pressure, I stood with difficulty. The pain was slowly leaving me, it was like an old friend following you through eternity, but the sword glowed contentedly in my hands. The victory was not mine alone; it was his victory as well as the victory of my subjects.

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(MC POV)

(1 week later)

The collective power of several massive cannons fired, their sensors recording everything as they launched beams of glowing cyan energy, sensors that to be like enhanced neutron lasers.

Gunshots rang out as they hit the massive metal mountain before changed, a pulse of energy as matter shifted before it reacted, energy explosively released as the mountain's supports snapped, the mountain of pure metal collapsing in on itself. Sure, the stits managed to absorb some of these energy shots, but there were too many passing through for it to make a difference.

This was not a bombing in the traditional sense, it was more of a cleanup of the remaining and scattered remnants of the Men of Iron.

The death of the main intelligence that guided them changed little as the machines, despite losing the ability to communicate and plan strategy, still had the ability to replicate rapidly.

Some parts of this metal bucket had to be destroyed several times from orbit with the largest lasers and atoms in order to erase the nanite clusters.

Then I had to move my forces underground to wipe out and repeat the mass destruction on the surface.

The degree of destruction was so great that only an artificial magnetic field held this metal bucket. If it hadn't been installed, everything would have collapsed and they would have had a new asteroid field composed of metal and ship debris.

I lost lot of my Space Marines and a few of my Custodians with a negligible loss of regular Guardsmen. This engagement would qualify as a mid-level engagement and the bloodiest in my fleet since the beginning of the Great Crusade.

I gained several new fleet members due to the Men of Iron's insane decision to start relying on biological components to avoid Warp corruption. Thousands of traumatized Null and Navigator survivors each had a harrowing tale to share with everyone else.

I turned and left. The Mechanicus had already set up a small outpost on the planet's remains, awaiting the arrival of the recycling fleet.

I walked on toward the embarkation location. No emotion It didn't measure up to the feeling of a job well done.

On the way back to the embarkation point, I turned towards the makeshift hospital. My followers weren't expecting me because I hadn't used my healing powers often. I think this is a good time to i fix.