Sci-Fi War, Start With An Upgradeable Spaceship

The battle between Sanguinius and Fulgrim was only part of it.

A more grand battle revolves around the most important Lion's Gate in the Imperial Palace.

The battle between loyalists and traitors has entered its most brutal phase.

Mortals, Astartes, and monstrous corpses covered in thick scales intermingled.

The corpses were piled up outside the palace, layer by layer, densely piled up like a mountain.

The tracks and thorny turbines of heavy tanks need to crumble the bones and move through the gore.

Hate, fear and madness permeate both inside and outside the walls.

Both warring parties are fighting with the deepest hatred for each other.

Countless creatures were enslaved and controlled, forming a sea of ​​sickness, being driven towards the walls of the palace, and then torn apart by the palace's dense artillery.

Giant titans clash on their own battlefield, colliding and bombarding each other until one falls, otherwise they never stop fighting.

Countless fighters are fighting and fighting in the sky.

One side is for the future of mankind.

One side is for the pleasure of the evil god.

Countless demons emerged just to satisfy their gluttonous desires, devouring human remains and corpses.

The war was going on so fiercely that even if either side won, what they got would be a traumatized human race.

The cruel war also accumulated the hatred between the two sides even higher.

There must be one party who has to pay the iron and blood price.

With the tenacious resistance of the loyalists, Horus and others have less and less time.

Even entered the countdown.

The tragedy of Terra and the solar system makes every loyalist sad.

Once Guilliman came to see this, he would hang any traitor.

He has the determination and the ability.

The technology given by Lusha allows him to do this.

Those terrifying technological creations are enough to knock the gods back to the Eye of Terror, and burn any creature who dares to violate his thoughts.

If Terra cannot be broken through, a second Eye of Terror will be formed.

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The fate of the traitors can be imagined.

Horus was forced to leave the Vengeful Spirit, and Guilliman was on his way.

Any space unit will not be his opponent.

Even the satellite-level fortress that the Dark Mechanicus is still trying to control will be easily smashed.

The group of wastes are still working hard, the demons have occupied the weapons of the loyalists, but they can't use them.

The priests of the Dark Mechanicum cannot contaminate the machine's intelligence.

Even the gods can't understand those mysterious codes, they are etched in the light in a special way, no matter how hard they try, they can't pollute and distort the original function of those codes.

It would be even more impossible to deceive, those weird and mysterious technologies directly scan the soul.

No deceit or wildness can survive the scan, not even sorcery can manipulate it.

Even loyalists controlled by evil gods cannot gain control.

Designers have already considered all crises, and they have set up a lot of security defense facilities.

Only those loyal to humanity can wield those fearsome weapons.

Even with the power of the gods, those damn wizards can't use those terrible weapons.

"Those damn bastards." Horus cursed when he learned of the Dark Mechanicus' attempt.

When he's done with his father, he'll go to Guilliman and his assistant, the man named Lusha.

The technology brought by that man got him into trouble, forcing him to use the power of those evil gods desperately.

Damn bastard.

Horus swore he would take his heart out, torment his soul for ages, find out where he came from, and kill him all.

Angron, who became a servant of the blood god, was immersed in destruction and killing.

Other Primarchs, enthralled by the power bestowed upon them by the Warp Gods, still (acfe) serve their masters.

Perturabo was still fighting against Dorne. The fight between the two sides was brutal and painful, and every step forward was an incomparable price.

And on the other side.

The Emperor is guiding another traitorous son, the only heir that matters, and the most important heir.

The Crimson King, Magnus of the Thousand Sons.

If he throws himself into the arms of the Loyalist again, the Emperor will be able to leave the Golden Throne and end a war that has torn humanity apart.

Magnus still has a chance to be redeemed.

A shard of righteous, pure soul remains in the hands of the Emperor.

The choice of Magnus will reduce the loss of human beings to an unimaginable level.

Also allows him to survive the upcoming Wrath of Guilliman.

The Emperor will reshape everything and put humanity back on track.

With the help of his own strength, the emperor appointed Valdo, Diocletian and other loyal guards.

Only Vulkan, the Primarch of the Salamanders who was in charge of guarding the webway, remained by his side.

The Emperor ventured to use his psychic powers to lead Magnus to venture underground into the throne room in pursuit of a fragment of his own soul.

The Emperor showed him the scene in which Horus had not betrayed.

Human beings obtained the webway, successfully sublimated, no longer depended on psionic power and navigators, and obtained a peaceful and prosperous life.

All Legions and Primarchs became poetry to be sung for all eternity.

The age of the Primarch's reign is over, and wise mortals take power.

But they gave up their extraordinary bodies, wandered outside space and time, and became eternal existences.

Countless worlds have been transformed into colonies suitable for human survival.

Perturabo has fulfilled his dream, and every world has a magnificent building built with all his talents.

The art and sculptures that Fulgrim left behind are treasured treasures around the world.

Mortarion's fame was sung in every world.

Angron has become the object of worship for every warrior who is determined to protect mankind, and they will mourn the gladiator king.

The name of Horus, the wolf god, resounds across the sky.

Lorgar's excellent eloquence is sought after by many people, and those speakers and debaters are all studying his works.

And he, the Crimson King, Magnus, and his planet Propes became a gathering place for scholars.

His sculptures are placed all over the planet, guiding those confused students and encouraging them to explore the mysteries and truth of the universe.

The Belle Epoque, the Immaculate Era.

In this future that has not been torn apart by betrayal, Magnus has countless sorrows in his heart.

All this stems from his arrogance and arrogance.

He thought he could easily master the subspace.

Yet it was his attempt to warn the Emperor that plunged humanity into its greatest crisis.

With the help of his hand, the evil god broke the emperor's psychic barrier, making it impossible for the emperor to leave the golden throne.

Let the Emperor's grand plans serve as the terrible chains that bound him.

His arrogance and ignorance ruined it all.

Totally ruined it all.

Humans and the Emperor were pushed into the endless dark abyss by him.

"Why show me this?" said Magnus sadly, "it only adds to my grief for me to see all this. 35

The Emperor's channeling avatar shrouded in golden light.

His body is still sitting on the golden throne, the war is too fierce, any battle forces him to fight with all his strength.

Otherwise Horus will win the final victory.

The machines in the throne room are huge and majestic, and only a small part is shown on the ground, but it is also shocking enough.

The entire underground has been hollowed out, filled with all kinds of machines.

Endless steam pipes line the walls and floors.

Cables tangled like dying snakes.

Tall equipment with shining lights is lined up in a row.

There are also countless panels and gauges mixed in.

Machines buried deep in the ground pulsated.

The never-ending piston keeps reciprocating at the farthest end of the cavern.

Tens of thousands of mutated and oily chicken women maintain these huge machines under the supervision of a mechanical man in a red and black cloak called the Technologist.

And sitting in the middle of the machine, it was a golden device that even Magnus couldn't understand.

The topmost part of the equipment is the emperor's body.

He sat there with a painful expression on his face.

"It's the best of times, the best of futures, but it's not going to go so well.

The Emperor said, "The betrayal of Horus was beyond my expectation, and I don't know how to deal with such a mocking end to your well-intentioned act. But everything can still be redeemed.99

"We also have Guilliman and Ryan, who are rushing to Terra non-stop with troops capable of changing everything. I can feel the fear of the gods. They must get Terra before Guilliman arrives, otherwise everything will come to naught. 35

"Then what should I do?" Magnus asked, "If I want to restore it, how can I achieve it?

"It's very simple," replied the Emperor, "Once again pledge your allegiance to me and take your rightful place by my side. Together we will secure Terra and drive the traitors into space. The rest is as simple as that , Guilliman will crush the soul and body of every traitor."

"Then what is the price I should pay?" 35 Magnus asked, "Everything in this world has a price, and your forgiveness is no exception. "

The emperor was silent for a while before speaking. "As you might imagine, there is a price.

"Your soul and mind still belong to yourself, and you can still be redeemed. But your legion has long been cursed by those evil gods, and the vicious seeds have been planted deep in their hearts, becoming the source of their mutation and destruction.

The Emperor's proposal did not win Magnus' approval.

Even if the Emperor promised to rebuild a Legion for him.

"I can't turn my back on any of them for my own desires, I can't give them up, father." Magnus clenched his spear, looked at the Emperor, with a sad and painful expression on his face.

The scepter in his hand turned into a spear again, representing his killing intent rising again.

The meaning of this is obvious, he resists the choice given to him by the Emperor.

"Please, brother." Vulkan looked sad. "Come back to our side, please. Guilliman is on his way. No matter what the situation on Terra is, you will all die. Lion and Kiri Mann's armies aren't built for mortal warfare, they're designed to fight the gods you believe in.

"Even if Horus killed anyone who resisted in this place, he would never be able to keep his gains under Guilliman's offensive, even if it was to survive, please, brother.

"Then will you sacrifice and betray your own heir just to survive?" Magnus asked Vulcan.

"I won't," Vulcan replied, his deep voice heavy with sadness.

He already knew that he could not bring Magnus back.

"Then why do you believe that I will." Magnus roared loudly, stabbing the immobile Emperor with the spear in his hand.

Vulcan swung his hammer at the same time.

The battle between brothers started again, and the Son of Confusion completely abandoned human beings and fell into the embrace of evil gods.