Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"I'll send your comments," said Corrupted Kaur.

"Well, how's the optimization work on the Colossus now?" Guilliman asked.

The degraded Kaur trembled for a moment before he said, "The optimization progress is going well. The great sage plans to build a real God's Punishment Colossus, not that kind of assembly line product."

"Do whatever you want." Guilliman shook his head and said, "It will take decades or even hundreds of years to build a real Colossus of God's Punishment. I don't recommend doing that kind of thing. He's free to do it if necessary."

The real Colossus of God's Punishment requires countless materials, no less than building a planet with a complex structure.

Guilliman does not advocate that approach.

War pays attention to cost-effectiveness, and the pursuit of high performance will only drag you to death.

If the mechanical sage Caul insisted on building a perfect Colossus of God's Retribution, he would not refuse.

There are many kinds of glory.

For the fanatical believers of the God of Machines, building an unprecedented giant structure is also a symbol of honor.

It would be somewhat unreasonable to refuse even this.

"The relevant requirements have been coded into the message. Anything else, my lord," said Degraded Cawl.

"To form a brand new research team of battlefield application technology, we need to enhance the survivability of soldiers." Guilliman expressed his thoughts.

"What are the specific requirements?" Degraded Kaul asked.

"Studying teleportation technology and medical technology, I hope that humans can teleport those injured Imperial soldiers back to the medical station like the Necrons," Guilliman said.

The soldiers of the Necromancer who died in battle will light up with flashes once they fall to the ground, and then they will be reshaped in the furnace and resurrected again.

After the demon's body is destroyed, it will also be sent back to the subspace, waiting for another resurrection and the opportunity to come to the real universe.

Resurrection is really a good thing.

Make people unscrupulous.

If human beings also have this kind of technology, it would be great to transport those severely injured soldiers directly from the battlefield and send them directly to the hospital, making them alive and kicking, and joining the battlefield again.

Such technology must minimize human losses.

It can also greatly boost morale, allowing the imperial troops to fight freely.

Once a soldier is seriously injured and on the verge of death, he will immediately start the teleportation.

Healed and then ran out to continue fighting.

Let those traitors and demons who try to attack humans also taste this helplessness and understand the horror of human beings.

Deterioration Kaul paused for a rare moment, the thinking head in the nutrition tank kept twisting, with an extremely painful expression on his face.

It was calculating the feasibility of Guilliman's plan.

All else aside, it's a crazy plan.

"To achieve this goal, a large amount of research is required. Human beings are not yet proficient in teleportation technology, and we are still in the stage of learning and imitating the Necrons."

"It is precisely because of the huge and difficult workload that we start now. The sooner we research it, the sooner we deploy it, the strength of the human army will be further improved." Guilliman said, "Also tell Kaul, Sicarius activated Guilliman's heart."

"The integration of dark matter biological editing technology is completely feasible. Let him continue to speed up his research, and at the same time let him hurry up and promote the project of the aprototype original cast space warrior."

"The relevant information has been recorded and will be sent to Kaul after encoding." Degraded Kaul said.

"That's it for now, let him complete the task I assigned as soon as possible." Kiri said slowly.

The thinking array of the degraded Kaul trembled, and then said: "The great sage is omnipotent, and he can do it easily."

Guilliman didn't say much.

Deterioration Kaul encoded all the information, and with the roar of the machine, the information was sent out.

After the information was sent, the roar of the machinery gradually decreased.

The room also became silent.

Guilliman stayed in the room for a moment before turning around and walking out.

He still has a battle to fight.

The Tyranids, Hive Mind, a Tentacle of the Devourer, and the Behemoth Zerg Fleet are approaching the Vitria system.

This is one of the strongest Tyranid fleets currently entering the galaxy.

so far.

Humans have observed several Tyranid Zerg fleets, including the main forces of the Zerg fleets such as Leviathan and Kraken.

And Bechymos is invading the Milky Way, and its strength belongs to the Zerg fleet of the first echelon.

So far, when humans deal with the Zerg, they are basically in a panic.

There was an Inquisitor of the Alien Tribunal named Kryptman.

In order to prevent the Zerg fleet from attacking Terra.

Even the extinction order imposed on dozens of worlds led the Zerg to the land of the orcs.

This slowed down the pace of the opponent's attack on Terra.

For this he was also charged with excommunication for treason.

Now being hunted around by the Tribunal, but has not been able to catch.

Tens of billions, hundreds of billions of human beings died due to Kryptman's extinction order.

The Alien Tribunal must give an explanation to the Terra Senate and many nobles, and this is not a small casualty.

The horror of the Tyranids can be seen.

Guilliman walked towards the elevator. He needed to return to the strategy room and make a series of pre-battle preparations.

The military strength of the empire is already very strong, but this is not a reason for him to relax.

Any contempt will cause the imperial troops to pay a heavy price.

Any choice he makes is followed by millions of human soldiers, and he must be cautious and cautious.

"We're all going to die."

"We will be forgotten, like those who have passed away, no one will remember us."

"Our heart used to be full of blood, but one day, it will become cold."

On the dropship, a poet was reading his new poem to the soldiers.

Hawke and others sat on their beds, watching the poet lamely and emotionally reciting his poems, without much emotion.

They are from hives.

They don't need much knowledge there, they just need to contribute numbly to the emperor and nobles.

Guilliman's arrival changed the place, bringing justice and beauty to them again.

But Guilliman is not an omnipotent god.

He can't change those accumulated disadvantages, the education level of the workers is a blemish.

Expeditionary fleets also don't have that much manpower to reverse people's attitudes towards knowledge, rationality.

Guilliman could only find some intellectuals, let them follow the troops, subtly infect them, and let them understand the mysteries of truth and knowledge.

Poets are also part of his plan to reverse human civilization.

It takes more than powerful weapons to defeat Chaos.

You must have a strong soul.

Only knowing what is right and what is wrong can prevent mankind from falling into the abyss.

The poet's hard work made many soldiers laugh.

They don't care about each other's poetry, they just feel that each other's is slightly funny.

"Hey, can't you save your time, I can't understand what you wrote at all." A soldier said.

"Are you scribbling, fooling us big soldiers."

The poet was obviously a novice, and the soldier's teasing made him look embarrassed and stood there at a loss.

Since the beginning of the Indomitable Crusade, there have been numerous chroniclers and scribes accompanying the army.

After regaining all the worlds of Ultramar and expelling the forces of chaos in the sector.

Guilliman signs an important proposal.

This proposal clearly stipulates the identity of the reporter.

Scholars with artistic talents were screened out from various worlds to join the main expeditionary fleet across the star sea.

These scholars have traveled far and wide, holding pens and their own art tools to join this expedition to save mankind.

Many military officers expressed incomprehension to Guilliman's approach.

But Guilliman didn't care about these incomprehensions.

He ordered all fleets to comply with the proposal.

Facilitate those who write, or he will punish anyone who violates this decree.

Poetry speeches for the commanders are also one of them.

However, the soldiers didn't care much about it.

They felt that the Primarch was superfluous.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, the poet also felt uncomfortable in the face of many doubts, and had an urge to turn his head and run away.

The narrator on the side walked to the young poet and said with a smile, "Go on, Kakar, your performance is very good."

After finishing speaking, the old narrator looked at the booing soldiers.

"As a supplement, maybe I should change the content of the speech later, maybe I should tell the story between the rude space wolf warrior and the hive lady. I even took a nice name for this story, wolf A story that has to be told with a beautiful woman."

As soon as these words came out, many soldiers roared with laughter.

Even Hawk laughed, "Old Jon, if your story reaches the ears of the Space Wolves, you will be thrown into the stars by their fury."

"Go ahead and let this young man finish his speech, he came with the blood of serving the Primarch, and you must not treat him like this again," said the chronicler known as Old Jon.

After this small episode, the young poet's poetry speech continued.

To be honest, poets still have some abilities.

It's just a little immature, and I don't know how to use words to capture people's hearts.

Old Jon hadn't broken his word.

He told the story that the wolf and the beauty had to tell.

Unfortunately, his story is not what people imagined.

The Space Wolves found a spaceship in space, and the woman on it told the tragic experience of her home planet.

So they came across the stars, saved a world from the traitors of Chaos, and left.

This made everyone who was full of expectations express contempt for him.

"You lied to us again." Hawke said with a smile.

The days of the journey are so boring.

The barracks hall in the troop carrier is full of beds, covering an area of ​​several square kilometers, with no end in sight.

Excretion can be solved in the bathrooms on both sides, and food will be delivered by machine slaves.

As the team leader, Hawke can go to the exclusive restaurant, but he rarely does.

They are all mixed with comrades in arms.

The 502nd regiment, like many regiments, was deployed to the Vitria system. They needed to resist the Zerg until the Primarch came with troops.

The Primarch always wins, everyone agrees.

As long as you can persist until his arrival, it means victory.

The troop carriers were docked in low-Earth orbit, and landing ships brought them to the surface.

Landing inside the ship.

The narrator, Old Jon, was among them.

As a narrator, he didn't have to go to the ground.

But he insisted.

Everyone can only let him aboard.

"You shouldn't be so impulsive, the ground is very dangerous." Hawke looked at the narrator next to him, Old Yon, and shook his head.

"I am a narrator, and I record your stories for future generations, so I have to ensure the authenticity of these stories." Old Jorn said.

"As you please, I hope you don't get killed by bugs trying to ensure the truth of the story."

Hawk shrugged.