Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The First Legion was the first Legion of Space Marines created by the Emperor.

In order to deal with the various wars in the early stage.

The First Legion became the only complete, multi-purpose legion in the Empire capable of dealing with all threats.

With complex characteristics, after Lion King Ryan took over, it evolved into company units such as the Dark Angel's Dreadwing and Ravenwing.

The Deathwing are the 1st Company of the Dark Angels Chapter.

Its members all wear skeleton-style Terminator helmets and skull masks.

They never care whether they have a reputation for excellence, nor do they care about their own prestige.

For members of the Deathwing, their only appeal is to focus on killing enemies and completing missions.

Whether in terms of combat skills or spiritual defense, every member of the Deathwing is the best.

They are a true group of humble and selfless fighters.

The skull-shaped helmet masks represent their consciousness of fighting to the death.

They will never back down from any threat.

Even if they will pay a heavy price, they will defend humanity and the empire to the death.

They never show mercy, never regret, and never fear.

Members of the Deathwing want nothing more than to fight for the Legion and prove their worth.

Boris passed the Grand Master's trial early on and became a Deathwing Terminator.

In addition to completing various routine tasks.

He also has a very important task that cannot be told to others.

That is the hunt for fallen angels.

Ensuring the enforcement of Caliban regulations.

In view of some past events 10,000 years ago, the Dark Angels tried their best to hunt down the Fallen Angels.

They firmly believe that when the last fallen angel is caught, their genetic father will return.

So, for eons, they hunted these guys all over the galaxy.

As soon as the news of the fallen angels came out, Boris, one of the members of the Deathwing, was sent out by the Grand Master.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, they have to come and see it.

Make sure the Fallen do not fall into the hands of other Imperial forces.

It is very difficult to extract a confession from traitors. They are already fanatical and will not fear pain and torture.

But the Dark Angels have their own think tank.

In order to obtain information from fallen angels, they will not be stingy in using various terrifying means.

The think tank searched the brains of those traitors and obtained the information they wanted from their memories.

These memories are then erased.

Anyone who knows of the existence of the Fallen is to enforce the Caliban Code.

This is the rule of the Dark Angels.

Erasing memory is a good thing for everyone.

Boris and the members of the tactical team formed a formation, armed with weapons, and stepped into the intricate bottom of the hive.

The further you go down, the more polluted the air becomes.

There was blood all over the ground, and bloody fingerprints on the mottled walls.

It's hard to imagine what those cultists have done here! !

They are using their own kind to feed some kind of monster that cannot be described.

The deeper you go along the passage, the more the think tank of the team can feel the dark power at the bottom of the hive capital, which is extremely deep and terrifying.

In the face of this darkness, any rationality and order will be forcefully distorted.

Any mind will be corrupted, and eventually it will become degenerate and become a lunatic.

With the emergence of the Great Rift, the influence of the gods on the real universe has become more and more powerful.

Despair is spreading, spreading to every corner like a flood.

With the arrival of the gods, madness spread throughout the galaxy.

Humans began to kill each other.

Just as Chaos thought.

"enemy."

A scream came from the depths, and the figure of the thug appeared in front of Boris and the others.

They held dancing torches, their eyes became crazy, and they screamed for killing and blood.

"These damned beasts."

A member of the Deathwing saw the desecrated statue of the Emperor in the hands of the mob and was furious.

Mortals are no match for the Dark Angels.

Any enemy will be destroyed by the dark angels.

Under the attack of explosive bombs and chainswords, the mobs were all killed.

Become corpses scattered all over the place.

Boris and the others stepped into the deepest part and walked through the passageway where the lumen lights flickered.

The scattered thugs are just small stones at their feet, which can be crushed at will.

Finally, they came to a hall.

There are corpses piled up here, exuding a pungent bloody smell.

Piles of corpses.

Both men and women, as well as newborn children.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl was hung above the hall.

The wire ran through her young body, half of her skin was stripped and half was left.

The thugs manipulated the girl's body with wires, pretending to be pious, and didn't care about the girl's pain at all.

From that terrified face, it can be seen what terrible torture this girl has suffered.

The crueler the torture, the better the gift to the Chaos Gods.

The think tank held a scepter, and he looked around the hall, nine piles of corpses, this is a special number.

The holy number of the ever-changing ones is nine.

The camp behind the scenes that caused the planet Conny 1 to fall into rebellion appealed.

The think tank has built a spiritual barrier, carefully guarding against the invisible darkness.

"What a blasphemy." Boris saw the scene in front of him, anger emerged in his heart, and then he suppressed it.

Anger is a sign of incompetence.

Out of control emotions cannot bring the dead back to life.

Remaining rational and taking revenge is the right choice.

"Jie! Jie!"

The darkness squirmed, and a laugh came, full of sarcasm and teasing.

"Get out, you bastard." Boris and many members of the Deathwing raised their bolt guns and looked around carefully.

"I am by your side, Boris. I will bring you the prophecy that the thirteen sons will destroy the inheritance of the first son."

Shadow yelled.

It writhed, flowing like water, seeping into tiny crevices.

"Get out of the human world, demon, any of your plans will not succeed." The think tank shouted, releasing his spiritual power, trying to capture the opponent's position.

"You're very clumsy in technique, you can't hurt at all." Shadow taunted, "I came to warn you, but you treat me like this."

"Warning!!" There was a hint of sarcasm in Boris' tone, "Don't let me find out your real body, devil, or I'll give you a warning with the bolt gun in my hand."

"Your attitude is too bad." A voice came from the shadows, like a surround echo in all directions.

The members of the Deathwing tried to locate each other, only to find that all their efforts were in vain.

The other party is illusory, as if this space does not exist.

"Show your real body, maybe my attitude will be better." Boris said.

"Your words are full of lies. Showing your true body will only usher in your attack, Boris. I am here to warn you and prepare for your retreat."

Unpredictable whispers flowed in the hall.

"The Dark Angels Chapter is about to be wiped out, and your Gene-Father will be the sinner of the Empire of Man you guard. Don't you want to know why?"

Whispers seduce Boris.

Every member of the Deathwing exists to preserve the honor of the Gene-Father and the Chapter.

The devil's words obviously hit Boris' weakness.

He can rush to death needlessly, but he can't ignore the damage to the reputation of the gene father.

"There is never the truth in the mouths of demons. Believing them will only lead you astray." The accompanying think tank shouted to wake Boris up.

Their words are poison, and anyone who believes them is taking poison.

"But what I'm talking about is the truth, the future that is about to happen. Look at you poor people, you don't know when disaster is approaching."

The demon's voice was full of sarcasm, mocking them.

"Damn it." The think tank roared, his scepter was glowing, and the psionic power he had practiced for a long time spewed out, trying to stop the other party from continuing.

Anything Chaos utters is a lie, horribly corrosive.

Their ultimate purpose is to lead them down a path of unimaginable horror.

Anyone who believes in chaos ends up with no good results.

"Thirteen Sons will erase yours, Caliban's secrets will no longer be hidden, and you will be made public. Don't deny that you are traitors, and traitors will eventually be cleaned up."

The demon yelled frantically.

Its sound is like a sharp piece of glass, crazily squeezed into people's minds, stirring their brains.

"Found him."

The think tank yelled.

Strong and terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations emanated from his body.

A strong glow swept away.

A terrifying figure loomed from the shadows.

Covered in scales and feathers, the eerie face is frightening and unsettling.

"You can't hurt me, you can't even imagine the methods of the Altered One," said the demon. "I have to go, but I will see your destruction, poor fellow. Stone Keep will be destroyed, and your genetic father will be destroyed." It is a shame to be a human being, and it will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever."

"His statues will be pulled down, his exploits will be erased, everything about him will be lost. Henceforth there will be no more secrets in Caliban, and no, no more secret-keepers in Caliban. "

"You are finished, sons of the Lion King. You will witness your father fall into the abyss, and you will be questioned. Remember, the thirteen sons will destroy the First Legion. This is an inevitable future."

The think tank launched an attack on it, but the opponent shattered like a phantom, turning into black smoke and disappearing completely.

Boris ordered someone to explore, but this time nothing was found.

They lost the demon again.

"What should I do?" The think tank looked at Boris, clutching the scepter in his hand.

"What does he mean?" Boris looked at the Librarian, "Will the Dark Angel be destroyed by the awakened Guilliman?"

"It is a demon, and its words cannot be trusted." The think tank said, "It will make us confused, then self-doubt, and finally go to self-murder."

Boris looked solemnly, "No matter what, everything here must be reported to the Grand Master Azrael, and everything will be decided by him. We have to be prepared to face risks. The Thirteen Primarchs are about to enter In the Nephilim star area, his arrival is likely to cause some waves."

"Do you really believe in demons? Do you think the Thirteenth will destroy us?" said the Librarian.

"No one knows what the Primarch thinks. He dismissed many dignitaries. Obviously, he wants to reshape the human empire." Boris said, "No one knows what his attitude is towards Caliban's secrets, you and I We all know that it is a secret that must never be revealed.”

"The laws of Caliban apply to the rest of the Emperor's forces, but if a Primarch finds out, what shall we do?"?

The Glory of Macragge did not follow the main force.

After a leap out of the warp, he briefly left the army and entered a remote galaxy.

The system is on the edge of the Empire.

The only terrestrial planet, barren, icy, covered with ice and snow all the year round.

Guilliman's Sovereign-class gunship stopped on a snow-white plain.

It is full of natural reliefs carved by nature with ice and snow.

A few steps forward, you can see an ancient cold cliff.

A large amount of steam came out of the thrusters of the grounded gunship.

The internal temperature regulation system also made a rushing sound, and the extreme cold of the planet tested the limits of these aircraft.

Guilliman stepped off the gunship, and what he saw was a snow-white plain, and on the other side was a huge ice wall.

The snow was melted by the engine of the gunship, emitting bursts of white steam, tumbling into the air.

But the gas was frozen within a few meters after rising upwards, becoming a crystal that refracted light.

The temperature of this planet is so cold that frost quickly covers the icy hull like a spider web.

When Guilliman came down, the gunship was already covered in thick frost.

Behind Guilliman, Sicarius and members of the honor guard also stepped out.

They don't have any gorgeous decorations on their bodies.

Only the golden double-headed eagle and the banner of Ultramar.

The service nail on the forehead represents that they are all veterans who have served for more than 100 years.

They followed Guilliman and walked down the ice field.

Their boots rattled on the snow, and their gold ornaments shone brightly against the vast expanse of land.

The air on this planet is very clean, and you can see the blue, spotless sky when you look up.

The Empire's gunships were the only black outlines on the snow-white plain.

The automatic weapon made a rotating mechanical sound, and it was on automatic alert. The muzzle continued to rotate with the mechanical sound, and once it found the target, it would attack without hesitation.

Sicarius took people to inspect this area, using scanners and bird divination instruments to scan the deep underground.

"There is nothing here." Sicarius said to his lord.

"I should have brought down two Librarians," Guilliman said. "They should have gone into hiding."

During the voyage, Guilliman was contacted by the Eldar using psychic means.

The other party gave him a coordinate.

So, he sat on the Macragge's Glory and went to this stupid frozen planet to find the Eldar connector.

The Eldar are one of the few cooperative races in the galaxy.

One is that the Spirit Race saved him, and the other is that the Spirit Race has been disabled.

Their time has passed, and it is difficult to return to it.

An ally that is hard to get stronger.

Human beings can save a lot of trouble.

If it is the Tau tribe, Guilliman will directly issue an extinction order.

This guy has a wicked heart and always wants to take it on behalf of human beings.

Guilliman didn't have a problem with the Tau.

Rather, the Tau are young, eager to grow up, eager to be the next protagonist of the galaxy.

This is something Guilliman cannot bear.

No matter what people say about benevolence, righteousness, morality, goodness and peace, they have to admit one thing, that is, these things are used to whitewash peace and maintain order.

There will be no true peace in this world, not before, not now, nor in the future.

Survival is a very cruel thing.

It is so cruel that many people are unwilling to look directly at its essence.

Why don't good people live long and bad people live for thousands of years.

The reason is that good people do not meet the requirements of life evolution.

The law of nature is the law of the jungle.

The essence of survival is to plunder resources and have enough resources.

Such resources include food, mating, and more.

Goodness, kindness, and morality speak to themselves and their allies.

Because both sides have common interests, these things can reduce mutual friction and better promote the relationship between allies.

Saying these things to the enemy is either stupid or bad.

Human and Tau cultures are different, and the reproductive mechanism is different.

If you don't exterminate the opponent, why keep it! !

Keep the opponent to grab resources! !

Keep the other party calling Dongdong for three thousand years and Hexi for three thousand years, don't bully the poor.

Then cut monsters and upgrade all the way, and finally kill humans?

What an idiotic act! !

Guilliman looked at the desolation, a snow-white plain, his eyes were also lost in thought.

Suddenly a voice sounded in his mind.

A ray of light appeared in his eyes, connecting to the distant ice wall.

"Bring the melta, we have to dig a way." Guilliman walked towards the ice wall. He knew that the light was a revelation from his allies of the Eldar, so he just followed it.

He walked to the front of the ice wall, pointed to a place and said, "This is here, dig."

Sicarius and the others walked up with the thermal melt beam launcher.

They pulled the trigger, and the searing scarlet beam shot out, and the ice sizzled.

Soon, the ice layer was melted, turned into water, flowed along the ice surface, and was frozen again after a short distance.

Huge clouds of steam roared into the sky under the scorching beam of light.

Soon, Sicarius and others dug a smooth entrance.

A tunnel was opened with great force.

"It's a spirit bone." The soldier in the tunnel shouted.

"Spirits?" Sicarius looked at his lord.

Guilliman did not say what the purpose of the trip was.

Now Sicarius guessed it.

Guilliman nodded. "Yes, the Eldar, they sent me a message, a psionic communication, so I came here to check."

"With all due respect, this is too dangerous. If the subspace demon is disguised, wouldn't it put you in deep danger." Sicarius said.

Guilliman smiled, "Don't demonize those traitors too much, they have no ability to harm me. Our fleet and soldiers are stronger than them."

"My lord, there is a spiritual bone tunnel." The voice of the cutting team came from the communication device.

"Very well, get out." Guilliman ordered.

A few minutes later, the last batch of steam roared out of the tunnel.

The cutting team appeared at the mouth of the tunnel.

Frost clung to their power armor tightly, like another layer of white ice armor.

Only the position of the heat dissipation vent is not covered with frost, and the temperature is too high for water vapor to condense there.

"The reading has been detected." Sicarius said, "It should be that the ice covered the auspicious instrument just now, and it was able to detect that there is a large building on the cliff. There are abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations. My lord, do you need me to accompany you?"

"You know me," said Guilliman.

"But in this unfamiliar environment, I think it's better to be accompanied." Sicarius wanted to fight for it.

"It's okay, I'm cautious and strong enough." Guilliman walked towards the tunnel.

"Don't trust the Eldar, my lord, they are full of lies," Sicarius yelled.

"I'm glad you have such an idea, Sicarius." Guilliman responded with a smile, and then walked into the tunnel.

Sicarius and others were left outside, guarding with weapons.

They are mentally prepared to rush in at any time.

No matter what, they have to make sure that their lord will not have any accidents.

The shattered ice reflected the light, making it less dark inside.

Guilliman walked in the tunnel, all the way deep.

Chilling air radiated from the icy walls of the tunnel, trying to penetrate Guilliman's armor.

However, the performance of the armor is very good, and it may be dispelled easily.

The Primarch's power armor was not frosted like other soldiers.

At the end of the tunnel, filled with soft light.

This is a soft light unique to Eldar technology.

Further on, there is a gate adorned with simply carved Eldar sculptures.

Despite being ravaged by melta weapons, there is no sign of being burned.

Guilliman walked in, and it was a magnificent Eldar tower, frozen in ice.

The air is very fresh.

The temperature is also very comfortable.

A faint light covers every corner, providing a soft light that is bright enough but not dazzling

A robed Eldar seer awaits him.

"I'm glad you're here, Son of the Emperor."

It's a 5,000-word chapter.