Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

In addition to the Star Militia, other departments are also preparing for war.

The Order of Titans is also urgently deploying Titans.

Aluken watched the huge transport spaceship slowly fall.

The same goes for the Titan Order's ground crew.

With warm eyes they welcomed the immortal god of war of mankind.

The upper part of the titan is wrapped in cable-like tentacles several meters thick.

The first thing that catches the eye is their thick legs, each of which is like a castle tower, covered with bullet holes.

It bears the scars of countless wars.

This is followed by a broad torso and armored chest.

Titans are shaped like humans, representing the mighty power of humans in war.

The Titans' resemblance to their Creator ends there, too.

Powerful arms held weapons larger than buildings, hanging sluggishly from broad shoulders like fortresses.

Everyone was shocked by these huge titans.

Wherever these horrors go, they bring the destruction of the enemies of man.

The Titan was sent into the huge maintenance hangar for final preparations before the battle.

Heavy booms rumbled from the roof.

Pick up buckets full of giant shells and slender missiles and transport them to the loading and unloading area of ​​the Titan weapon rack.

Whether it's a revolving cannon with a caliber astonishing, a long-range howitzer, or a plasma cannon powerful enough to level an entire city.

Each weapon is as massive as a building.

Next to the two giant titans are the individual titans of the knights.

In comparison, the knight titan looks a little small.

Aluken smiled, and he walked towards a Heaven's Punishment Titan.

He is a Titan pilot.

What he controls is the Titan of Heaven's Punishment Level.

One of the two giant titans was his partner.

The most obvious sign of this kind of Titan is the ground motion cannon installed on the back, which is powerful enough to vaporize the enemy.

After many inspections, Aluken entered the inner warehouse of the Titan.

The priests of the Mechanicum took their positions in front of the gleaming control panel, carefully checking various data of Titan.

The crew shuttled back and forth in the crowded space.

They conceived with Aluken, and they all stood at attention and saluted.

Aluken returned the imperial double eagle salute, and then stepped past these people.

Eventually he made his way to the cockpit of the Titan's heart, and inserted his identification card into the reader by the door.

"Senior pilot, Aluken."

There was a slight click of the lock and a chime of a bell.

Then the door flew open, and inside was a magnificent cabin with high vaults.

The curved walls were made of some kind of shiny metal, and holes were evenly spaced across the ceiling.

In the cabin, a hooded technician and several machine servants are using nerve cables to connect to the main control system of the Heavenly Punishment Titan, responsible for controlling the deep core functions of this towering machine.

Aluken walked into the control cabin.

Two mechanical servants stepped forward, took off his clothes, and helped him lie flat in the cold operating cabin.

Life support equipment is installed on his body.

Then the nutrient solution began to pour in, submerging Aluken.

The nutrient solution will fill the lungs and all internal organs that can be filled, ensuring that he can immerse himself in manipulating the Titan machinery.

Two mechanical priests in red robes appeared on the left and right of the nutrition cabin.

Their movements are slow, but they have perfect coordination and synchronization.

A mechanical priest put on sophisticated signaling gloves for him.

The internal sensor array can be closely combined with Aluken's skin to read vital sign data at all times.

Another mechanical priest placed a brain wave sensing device on top of his head.

The cold metal touch made Aluken feel his mind was clearer than ever.

"The neural connection program is activated, keep still, driver." The mechanical priest's voice was dull and mechanical, without emotion.

Aluken heard a soft neighing from inside the nutrition cabin.

Even at this moment, his whole body was immersed in the nutrient solution, and he could hear it very clearly.

He opened his eyes and looked at the mechanical priest.

They stood on both sides of the nutrition cabin, and scarlet or blue light radiated from their electronic eyes.

Cold, mechanical, without emotion, just pure reason.

Metal filaments spread and slide from the nutrient solution, like fine tentacles.

Numerous tentacles crawled up his eyes and scalp like silver worms along his cheeks.

Those extremely thin silver wires are much thinner than a human hair.

They passed through the corners of Aluken's eyes, crawled along his optic nerve, and penetrated directly into his skull to connect with many neurons.

Other tentacles enter through neural interfaces left in the cortex of the head.

If Aluken's skull is broken open at this time, you will see dense metal filaments covering the entire cerebral cortex.

The fleeting cold pain inside his head made Aluken let out a low snort.

But soon, he got used to the existence of these metal filaments.

Aluken's eyes became blurred.

His mind no longer controls his body.

Even the subconscious mind no longer controls bodily functions, and only maintains the most basic operations.

"Data transmission activated." The mechanical priest's voice became extremely ethereal.

Aluken fell into darkness, and then another visual world was opened.

The vast amount of information and data was integrated into his thinking, and the tentacles of the cerebral cortex screened and shunted it, and sent it to the areas of the brain that were not used normally.

At this moment, Aluken felt that he had obtained a brand new body.

A steel body with endless might.

All kinds of data appeared in his eyes, showing everything about the Heaven's Punishment Grade Titan.

Weapon readiness, fuel levels, and a million other bits and pieces all come to mind.

At this moment, he is this Heavenly Punishment Grade Titan, and the two have become one.

As Aluken was connected to Titan's main control center, the level of plasma energy used as energy supply also began to increase slowly.

Under the will of Aluken, the Titan pointed its huge cannon to the sky, so arrogant that it wanted to declare war on the illusory gods.

When the preparations were complete, Aruken controlled the Titan to take heavy steps towards his own battlefield.

He will be the Iron Warlord of the field, fighting for the Emperor and Guilliman.

In the Titan hangar, the cheers of countless people sounded.

They witnessed the Heaven's Punishment Grade Titan going out, and everyone's eyes were burning.

Such a magnificent war machine weakened everyone's fear of the Tyranid Zerg a lot.

Star Language Fortress.

Dozens of nutrition cabins are connected together, and many skinny astropaths are put into them.

By special means, their souls were all connected together and entered the highest heaven.

Unrivaled shadows are approaching.

The unparalleled darkness eroded all the galaxies it passed along the way, obscuring the light of the soul of the stars.

They looked in the direction of Hive Fleet Behemoth.

The Empire's astronomical communication network produced no psionic sounds, no crackling of ships entering and leaving the Warp.

There was no murmur of souls in those once inhabited worlds, no scream of planetary death.

Even the demons who used to howl in the warp were nowhere to be seen.

All they could observe was a blankness and oppressive silence worse than a storm.

The souls of the astropaths intertwined, and they uttered together, forming a chorus.

This force, seeking to penetrate the terrible darkness, communicate their plight to the great Primarch and bring back the information the Commanders need.

However, the terrible warp shadow blocked everything.

The first psyker let out a scream of pain and despair, his body convulsing in the nutrient solution.

Then came the second, and then the third.

They all wailed.

The terrifying shadow blocked all their attempts to communicate with the outside world.

It's like a mature hunter taking every chance of escape from his prey.

The soul of any astropath who tries to echo will be severely wounded.

A Chapter Librarian watched their screams, and after a few moments, he made his choice.

"Enough, interrupt communication."

Following his orders, many Astropaths were cut off from the Empyrean.

And so their chorus ends.

"Here they come, my lord." An astropath who still had strength said, climbing on the bulkhead of the nutrition tank.

"I will tell Lord Calgar," said the Librarian.

Located in the tactical center of the hive high-rise fortress.

Pale yellow sunlight shone in through the six-meter-thick bulletproof glass.

The fort has been fortified enough to withstand a devastating blow.

With the help of transparent bulletproof glass, Calgar could see the endless hive buildings.

There are hundreds of people in the tactical center, and they all stay quietly in their positions.

Silently fulfilling his duties as a part of the war machine.

A dozen separate command teams sit near the central holographic sphere in the tactical center.

Responsible for overseeing every aspect of Vitria's system defenses.

Each one is an imperial hero with rich combat experience and extraordinary reputation.

They fought in the dark to protect mankind, and performed their duties unswervingly until death.

These great heroes of the Empire await Calgar's command.

And Calgar sat on the throne made for him, staring at the holographic ball.

The holographic sphere depicts the Vittoria galaxy.

The huge star is still slowly rotating like a fireball.

He showed no concern for an upcoming terrorist battle.

This is a very sad thing.

With millions of worlds, the Imperium of Man is considered by every man and woman to be the most powerful being that has ever existed.

However, in terms of the universe, the human empire is not worth mentioning.

Back in the earliest days when intelligent life first appeared, stars were young.

The warp is also calm, and fear has not yet stretched its tentacles into the material realm.

Since then, the Imperium of Man is only the closest to the present in a string of similar realms that have been established.

The Eldar and the undead will always say contemptuously that human beings are just savage monkeys, and only bloody battles are brought to the galaxy.

But he completely forgot that he had done all kinds of terrible things to the universe.

Without them, the universe would definitely not be so bad.

The first star civilization established by mankind was destroyed because of the horrible legacy left by those self-proclaimed civilizations and advanced ancient races.

The civilization of the second empire also paid a heavy price for this. The ashes of the dead filled the gears of history, and countless humans paid for the crisis caused by those ancient alien races.

All men and women cling together to bear the unbearable weight of life.

Countless human beings were born in this dark, terrifying, and bloody era, struggling for survival.

Chaos wants to completely crush human beings by any means, and wants to completely enslave this poor and pathetic race.

Alien races also came from all directions, trying to dismember the empire.

There was the sound of hurried, heavy footsteps, and a Primaris Space Marine entered.

Calgar withdrew his mind.

Human beings never need to be defined and recognized by any race and existence.

They will survive all hardships and finally defeat all enemies.

This will never be changed.

"My lord, the Tyranids are coming," said the Primaris Space Marine. "The astropaths have seen it coming."

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