Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"It has to be said that the alliance is the worst of all political systems. Enough centralized power can inspire elites, but not enough to control them. Unrestricted capital flow magnifies the desires of those businessmen, allowing them to trample on the law and the dignity of the people."

"This backward system allows desires to run rampant, and allows those high-level people to shirk their responsibilities, so the weak suffer and the despicable enjoy."

Guilliman stood up, paced back and forth, and continued, "We must correct it. Power and duty are equal. People don't know what is good for them, and they don't know what they should do. What, they need guidance and protection. If the top of a system enjoys power but is unwilling to take responsibility, then the system is sick.”

"They deceive people with freedom and democracy, and use all their lies to deceive people, making them forget what a terrible universe they are in."

"I allow you to do those things, but your ruthlessness is limited to those who hold power at the top. The people are like a flock, and the direction of the flock depends on the leader, not the flock itself. Ordinary people are numb and follow the crowd. Without knowing it, you can only make wrong decisions based on your limited knowledge.”

"So, I allow you to do those things and redirect those people. Your mission is very important. You must ensure that those planets that have been saved will not go into the abyss again."

Guilliman looked at Ventris, ordered his clerk to bring over a written document, and used his bio-seal to leave his own mark, so as to authorize Ventris.

"The matter of authorization has been satisfactorily resolved, and now I want to know about the outbreak of the plague in the Ultramar sector."

Ventris was silent for a while, sorting out his words and thoughts.

Guilliman was not in a hurry, waiting for his opening.

"In the galaxies of Drow, Thalassa, and Parmenio, a bizarre plague appeared. The outbreak symptom was uncontrollable tears. Viscous and foul-smelling tears would cover the entire eyelid in a short time. And cause nasty redness and swelling. The most serious consequence of this epidemic is the suppuration and ulceration of the patient's eyeball, and even permanent blindness."

"This epidemic plague is named the plague of tears. The appearance of the plague of tears has caused the morale of the auxiliary army in Ultramar to drop. I have sealed off these galaxies, checked the pathogens, and isolated the infected."

"Judging from the current situation, this kind of plague often only appears in mortal soldiers. So far, there has not been a single case of Primordial Space Marines or Mechanics' instructors. There are only a few cases of priests and nuns."

"I have ordered many medical departments to go to these galaxies for support, but have not yet been able to find a way to control this epidemic."

Ventris introduced in detail the current situation of the plague of tears that is raging in Ultramar.

Guilliman frowned deeply. His awakening and various actions that did not conform to the original work had greatly changed the original plot line.

He didn't go to Terra right away, but after waking up, he carried out scientific and technological innovation and the reform and reorganization of the imperial system in Macragge.

It's just that I didn't expect that the plot line had been changed, and the plague of tears still appeared.

It's normal just to think about it.

The plague of tears should be a plague prepared by Nurgle long ago, and it will eventually be thrown into the real universe.

Choosing the Ultramar sector will slow down Guilliman more than any other place.

"Let the priest of the Church of the Church, the Tribunal of Demons, and the Gray Knights go to the epidemic area together. This epidemic is by no means as simple as a real microorganism or virus. It is very likely that there is a conspiracy behind it. They want me to stay in Ultramar , while ignoring the entire empire."

"When necessary, under the advice and supervision of the Gray Knights or the Demon Tribunal, unconventional means can be used to expel the plague."

Guilliman said.

To deal with the plague caused by Nurgle, the evil god of chaos, the best way is to use witchcraft or the cooperation of supernatural forces.

But in that case, the risk is also great.

If you are not careful, you will lead the wolf into the house.

Once the ceremony goes wrong, it is likely to lead to unimaginable consequences.

The Demon Tribunal and the Gray Knights can avoid this risk to the greatest extent.

Guilliman paced back and forth, then looked at Vodès and Ventris, "There are some things I shouldn't have told you, but at this moment, maybe you should know something. Especially Ventris, you need to know what you are facing. What kind of enemy."

After saying this, Guilliman looked at Sicarius, "Help me get someone to tidy up the reception room, and by the way, bear the charge of destroying the Primarch's reception room. I can't tell those people outside that I will lose control of my emotions. They are too dependent on me. Any wrong move will disappoint them."

"I understand, my lord," said Sicarius.

Guilliman took Ventris and Vodès into the deepest part of the Glory of Macragge through the fast elevator and private passage.

When the elevator sounded a pleasant sound, the heavy metal door opened with a mechanical groan.

The sound of burning incense and chanting came together.

Wodaisi's eyes became sharp, and he smelled the devil.

"It's a wicked place," Wodeis said.

"I know." Guilliman responded, "This is our sorrow. We have to rely on extraordinary power to gain capital against the warp."

The three walked down the long corridor.

Came to a cabin made entirely of iron, stained the color of dried blood.

Armed and chanting, the exiled priest saluted the Primarch.

Vinsenhorn came over.

He was older and his face was markedly wrinkled.

"Demon Judge?" Wodaisi frowned, and he recognized Vinsenhorne's identity from Vinsenhorn's tattoo.

"I am the judge - Vincent Horn." Vincent Horn introduced himself to Wodaisi, the gray knight mentor.

"Did you lure the Primarch down this dark path?? You should understand that the warp will corrupt everything, but you still led him on this path?"

Wodaisi's voice was full of questioning.

"Yes, my lord has found me. We need the help of demons to control the information of the subspace and ensure that we can get some news from the gods." Vinsenhorn said, "This is crucial to our victory."

"There are only lies and deceit in the mouth of the evil thing," Vodès yelled. "You are blinding and deceiving the Primarch."

"What we are looking for is information. We need to verify the authenticity of the information spoken by the devil. We have no other way to do it." Vinsenhorn has no fear, even when facing a gray knight.

"Stop quarreling." Guilliman looked at Vodès, "I brought you here not to quarrel, but to let you see with your own eyes what we are going to do. Demons are full of lies, and any cooperation with them It's all poison. But you have to know that nowadays, human beings can only have a chance of life by taking poison."

The heavy iron door made a sound, and then slowly opened.

Guilliman stepped in.

Ventris felt the horror of it.

The things held inside made his hairs stand on end.

He tried to suppress the fear in his heart, and walked in with the Primarch.

"Light," said Guilliman.

Following his voice, the lumen lights in the dark cell flickered a few times, and then glowed.

In the center of the room, countless fine gold iron chains extended from the wall, tightly binding the demon host standing in the center.

Chaos has deeply affected this demon host.

His skin turned into sickly red blotches.

It can be seen that the naked torso has been covered with various abscesses, and even a small head has grown out.

The body also became emaciated, revealing twisted bones.

Also grew jointed limbs and bone spurs.

There is also a pair of sharp horns belonging to the devil on the head.

The demon host's arms are fixed to the beams of a ladder-shaped shelf made of shiny metal, and his feet are also bound, like a suffering Jesus.

His hands were handcuffed to a metal pole.

Handcuffs made of pure gold with countless runes engraved on them were locked.

Blade wire was bound at his elbows and waist to hold him in place.

His body was covered with iron chains etched with runes.

Each limb has an iron nail etched with complex seal runes nailed into the flesh and blood, limiting his strength.

A huge six-pointed star circle appeared in the cabin, emitting a shining light.

Ventris' helmet activated a photosensitive filter, reducing the impact of the blinding light.

"Holy Thirteen Primarchs, the Emperor's favorite and loyal heir, Lord of Ultramar, the great Lord Guilliman, welcome to you."

Cherubelle said respectfully.

After many times of training, this demon prince has become much more honest.

It's like the lovely lady finally succumbs to the uncle next door.

"The attitude was good this time around," Guilliman said.

Wodaisi could feel the power and essence of the Demon Prince in Cherubel's body.

There was disbelief in his eyes.

When did the devil become so talkative.

The harm caused by a demon prince is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Wodyce had seen it firsthand.

Entire galaxies will be corrupted by demons of this level and become paradises of chaos.

The Gray Knights drove out those demons, and imprisoned many of them.

These guys are forever babbling, uttering all kinds of curses and temptations, promising all kinds of immortality, conditions of knowledge.

If you are not careful, the devil will take advantage of it and plant the seeds of corruption.

Now, the demon prince's attitude towards Guilliman is respectful.

It's really unbelievable.

Like a prodigal son finding love in a bar.

Listen to this flattering tone of voice.

What is the difference between the majestic devil prince and those disgusting bureaucrats outside? ?

Ventris had little contact with demons, but he also knew that demons definitely did not behave like this.

Is it a fake? ?

Demons have made fakes these days?