Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

As a celestial-level giant fortress, the megalithic fortress is extremely large, and it is impossible for it to be completely controlled by the dark angels.

It is divided into different areas.

The outskirts are the living quarters of factories and servants, who provide the Dark Angels with armor, ammunition, and medical services.

When necessary, they will take up weapons and fight with the Dark Angels.

The core area belongs to the Dark Angels.

They train and live here.

In its core area, there are still those unknown, extremely terrifying ancient creations.

Houses those fearsome figures who could do harm to the Empire.

But now, the changing spirit is entering the core area controlled by the dark angel through the many defenses on the periphery.

It changed its shape several times in a row, using different identities to wander around the giant stone fortress.

Those it stripped of their identity are dead.

The corpse was disposed of skillfully, making sure to buy himself enough time.

At this moment, it is walking through the long corridor towards the tightly controlled prison area of ​​the Great Stone Fortress.

His purpose is only two.

The first, to quietly release the Ouroboros imprisoned by an ancient race, and use this terrifying ancient being to injure Guilliman.

The second, to free the prisoners deep within the Stone Keep, in order to further fuel the Crusade Fleet's distrust of the Dark Angels Chapter.

Changelings relish the act of manipulating the threads of fate.

Both the Expeditionary Fleet and the Dark Angels Chapter are like puppets in its hands, bound by the invisible thread of fate, dancing on the stage of fate set by it.

Guilliman's resurgence did prevent the collapse of the Empire, but he also fooled the humans into thinking they could fight the Warp.

Nothing can stand against Chaos.

The races and civilizations that want to do that will end up with a sad fate, turning into a wisp of ashes with endless diversity, and there is no need for existence anymore.

The changeling walked straight past the busy servants and warriors, and passed the dark angels running in a hurry without turning their eyes.

The camouflage is so perfect that no one dares to stop it.

Many people raised their hands in salute to show their respect.

What a ridiculous scene.

Guided by the thread of fate, he easily walked to a taboo arsenal.

The arsenal is protected by rune-carved gates of adamantine, warding off all sorcery and supernatural powers.

In addition to using a password to enter, any unconventional means will be countered and even destroyed.

Two dark angel warriors wearing Terminator power armor looked at him with solemn eyes.

"Show your identity and authorization documents." A Dark Angel warrior said.

"I'm sorry, I have to look for it." Changing Spirit said, took out a data pad, and made a gesture of flipping through it.

In fact, there are only a few messages from the perimeter defense.

But the changing spirit planted an idea into the dark angel's mind, allowing him to see the authorization certificate he wanted to see.

"Kesu, the authorization is correct," said the Dark Angels warrior. "Are you here to get the weapon?"

"Yes, the demons are raging, and we need to take urgent measures." The changeling said in a mocking tone.

The dark angel warrior didn't hear the taunt of the thief shouting "stop the thief", but nodded his head as if agreeing.

"That damned demon," said the warrior.

According to the secret order to open, the two dark angel warriors walked to the scanning equipment in the armory.

The golden light swept across their pupils, verifying their identity information and physiological status.

For these forbidden weapons, the guards of the Dark Angels are very strict.

Once it detects that the enemy is trying to invade, it will immediately self-destruct.

Pale white light dotted the pitch-black armor of the two dark angel warriors.

The scanning laser swept across the air, and finally settled in the eye sockets of the two Dark Angel warriors, confirming that their pupils met the conditions for opening.

When the embedded electronic components read the six-pointed star rune on the Iron Fist ceramic, they trilled to confirm the sequence.

After the identity check was completed, a square frame appeared on the thick door of the armory, emitting light, with numbers randomly arranged on it.

A Dark Angel warrior entered an encrypted sequence that changed randomly every hour.

Another Dark Angel warrior entered a code sequence that only three people knew.

After the password is entered, the door will make a confirmation sound.

A series of metallic clangs echoed continuously.

Along with a few pops, hisses and whines that are unique to infrasonic. The huge mechanical door lock was released, and the stasis field, killing halo and impact device were also closed one by one.

The door slowly slid to the sides, and cold air leaked out along the open metal door.

It is like a stream of white mist, slowly flowing towards the ground.

Time is slowed down by the mist, its flow is soft and slow.

"Follow me and don't stray from my movements," said one of the dark angels.

The changeling nodded, and a smile appeared on the helmet's face.

It repeated its old trick, but when the dark angel turned his head, he struck directly.

The two well-trained dark angel fighters were caught off guard by the devil and killed directly by it.

After all, it is the great demon under the command of Tzeentch, the god of change, and the strength of the change spirit should not be underestimated.

Even in the real universe at this moment, the power he possesses is unfathomable to mortals.

The two bodies crashed to the ground.

The face that took off the helmet was full of horror and disbelief, as well as a trace of pain.

The betrayal of their comrades caught them off guard.

The change spirit walked in, it opened the space, and with the evil ether light, those weird low-level demons were summoned by it.

"Take away everything here and give it to the believers and prisoners. Tell them that if they want to leave the Great Stone Fortress, there is only a slight chance to release Luther." Changing Spirit said.

Demons are cunning beings, and nothing they say can be trusted to a human being.

And demons always put on a superior look to human beings.

Those wizards who can summon demons are more like the poor licking dogs of the goddess. They spent everything to get the goddess to say that you are a good person.

But their attitude towards change spirits is respectful.

It is very like the attitude of a goddess towards the rich second generation.

As the high-ranking servant of the God of Change, the Changing Spirit has a very high status in the subspace.

Any demon who disobeys it will have an extremely bleak fate in the end.

Many demons flooded into the armory of the Dark Angels, looting all the terrible weapons.

The Dark Angels have a collection of deadly weapons not yet used by Ancient Earth, the Age of Strife, or the Golden Age.

In a vault with multiple layers of security and identification locks, it is possible to find portable atomic bombs, genetically targeted biological weapons, unstable plasma devices, singularity drives, black hole annihilation devices, and even a device for timeline confusion.

The technological level of these weapons is very high, and many weapons are also mixed with the power of subspace, making them even more weird and unusual.

Changing spirits didn't dare to underestimate these weapons, and among them were weapons that could make them die forever.

It can be said that the Dark Angel has the firepower that can be used at will and start a new era of long night.

According to some gossip, the Dark Angel's treasury is the last trump card of the Imperium of Mankind.

When all rescue operations fail and human civilization is unable to protect itself and is heading for destruction, the Great Master of the Dark Angels will launch the final destruction plan.

The most terrifying weapon of the Long Night Age will be activated, reshaping the entire galaxy and erasing the existence of every planet.

Let the galaxy completely disappear from the universe.

Changing Spirit doesn't know if this rumor is true or not.

It tends to be true of this rumor.

The Curser did a lot of tricks behind his back that even the God of Change didn't notice.

The icy golden sun burned away all the threads of fate that might be connected to him.

A big black hole is left in the long river of fate.

This black hole devours everything, and no one knows what's going on inside.

The Damned is not as tolerant of all races as other gods.

Once human beings do not exist, the four gods are very sure that the curser will destroy the galaxy and even the entire universe without hesitation.

Without human beings, there is no need for the universe to exist.

Cursers are always so narrow.

So demons and gods don't like him.

The armory is supported by thick adamantine columns, which are designed for extinction-level events and can withstand very fierce artillery fire. Even after the destruction of the giant stone fortress, it will remain intact.

Cables snaked across the deck of the armory, hidden in a mist of coolant. Provides energy for stasis field, energy field, magnetic lock, power piston mechanism.

The changeling sees an immobilized destruction machine - an infinite nanite.

The cutting-edge creation of the golden age of mankind, only the craziest race can research such a terrible thing.

Infinite nanoworms can devour everything in the universe, even stars, and there is no upper limit to speak of.

They will transform the devoured energy into matter, and then split infinitely, forming an even more terrifying scale.

At the end of humanity's golden age, these nanites wreaked havoc.

In just a few seconds, a planet can be turned to death, the flesh and blood of billions of human beings can be separated, and the entire planet can be swallowed up.

The changelings consider whether to release the nanites for the Imperium of Man's great pleasure.

After a while, it still gave up.

These nanoworms can even absorb etheric energy and release it.

At that time, it will be self-defeating, and once the disaster expands, no one can control it.

With the Milky Way gone, Chaos will gradually wither away.

What the Changing Spirit is more worried about is that Guilliman has continuously promoted the technological progress of mankind during this period, and has produced a lot of scientific and technological knowledge that the human empire does not have.

Maybe he has the means to control the machinery of the golden age in his hands.

It's sad that the release of nanites failed to entertain the Imperium of Man and strengthened Guilliman's power.

With those terrifying creations of the Golden Age of Humanity, the plan to injure Guilliman with the help of Ouroboros has a great risk of failure.

After much deliberation, Changing Spirit still gave up.

Infinite nanites are too risky to keep in the Dark Angels' armory.

Numerous demons took away the weapons with poor security measures and gave them to the believers of the Church of Ouroboros and the wandering prisoners, further exacerbating the chaos in the Stone Fortress.

And it went straight to a sarcophagus, and three separate energy barriers enveloped the sarcophagus.

The stasis force field device emitted a faint halo, covering the sarcophagus.

Within the range covered by the force field, even time itself has stopped.

What the changing spirit saw was the last moment when the sarcophagus was sealed in the force field, and a huge six-pointed star was depicted on it in six forms of characters, serving as the seal of the sarcophagus and the seal of the enchantment.

The sarcophagus is locked with heavy chains and padlocks etched with numerous aetheric runes used to imprison what is within.

The changing spirit couldn't help feeling a little frightened by the things inside.

It is a ruined artifact left over from the Golden Age.

No ancient life can describe the madness of man in the Golden Age.

In that era, human beings had already researched the reality of physical technology to a very terrifying level.

Those mysterious and terrible creations have neither coherence in design nor unity in function.

Each piece is unique to this galaxy.

Built at the height of humanity's mastery over the laws of physics.

The weapons made by those lunatics can not only easily destroy the enemy's body, but also destroy the soul in the heaven.

With the help of the memories he has acquired and the vast amount of knowledge he has collected over the endless years, the changeling begins to crack the seal of the sarcophagus.

Accompanied by a series of movements, the sarcophagus finally made a slight humming sound.

The protective measures were turned off one by one.

The light was dim, and only a simple and unremarkable sarcophagus was left in the end.

The sarcophagus was slowly opened.

The cold mist was flowing, and the things inside appeared in the eyes of the changing spirit.

It was a weapon similar to the bolter used by the Space Marines, but more complex and massive.

Huge barrel, powered by several electronic components, and several cables used to connect to the human body. e

It's supposed to be designed for Iron Man or some kind of augmented soldier.

This weapon has a very long history, thousands of years before the establishment of the Superman Legion in the Human Empire.

This weapon already has self-awareness. In human terms, it can also be said to hate intelligence, AI.

It can also subtly influence the watchman, prompting the other party to pick it up and become its tool.

The changeling controlled the body of the space warrior and picked up the weapon, and a series of binary runes appeared on the palm-sized screen.

The various parts on the weapon began to emit light, and then restrained, like a self-test program after activating the system.

The Changing Spirit showed a slight smile. This weapon looks ordinary on the outside, but its power should not be underestimated.

Can erase the existence of all things.

It is like a conceptual eraser, erasing everything about the hit object and turning it into nothingness.

This is the crux of the changeling's plan.

The ultimate thing it will release - the primordial destroyer - the symbol of destiny - ouroboros is sealed by a group of beings beyond conception.

The change spirit took up the weapon, and then opened more space cracks, allowing more demons to pour in, making the chaos spread even more, and attracting the attention of the Dark Angel warriors.

Leaving many demons wreaking havoc near the armory, it made its way to the depths of the Stone Keep, preparing to complete the last part of its plan.

Victory Laurel.

In the medical room.

"He's going to die." The pharmacist who took off his full body armor shouted, with a hint of panic in his tone.

Azrael of the Dark Angels Chapter lay on a gurney in front of him.

The normal saline bottle suspended on the bracket replenishes the body of the Grand Master with water through the catheter.

Many pharmacists tried their best to help him stabilize his blood pressure and various physiological characteristics.

The medical servitor fetched bags of blood.

The whole operating room was full of tension and panic.

"Be sure to save him." Calgar said solemnly.

"We're doing our best," said a pharmacist, also in a disturbed tone.

The blade the assailant wielded had the power of the Warp, vicious beyond measure.

This evil force made the Grand Teacher unable to heal himself and complete his own repair.

Once Azrael died, the situation would be completely out of control.

"There is still no way to coagulate the blood." A pharmacist looked embarrassed, "We need more blood coagulation cells, and give him another infusion tube."

Ticking robotic arms descend from the roof, extending surgical tools.

A holographic projection screen appears in front of the pharmacist, and the robotic arm performs therapeutic actions following his operation.

Fresh blood coagulation cells were injected from all over the body, immediately slowing down the blood loss in Azrael's abdomen.

Calgar noticed. The Grand Instructor's wound has not completely condensed, obviously, the symptoms are not the root cause.

Thick needles plunged into the Grand Master's abdominal area, infusing him with oxygen-enriched blood, but the rate at which the blood bank was being depleted suggested this would not last long.

Azrael's life was already hanging by a thread, his chest heaved violently, his panting was excessively rapid, and more blood gushed out from the wound on his abdomen.

The power of the Warp destroyed the Emperor's bounty.

Prevent Azrael from coagulating blood quickly and repairing himself.

"We have no way to revive him through conventional means." The pharmacist looked up at Calga, "Now there is only one way left."

"What way?" Calgar asked.

"Upgrade it with the original casting, and the powerful self-healing function of Guilliman's Heart will ensure that Azrael's injuries are relieved and gradually repaired." The pharmacist proposed the last treatment method.

The Heart of Guilliman was the Primarch's most outstanding technological creation, which gave the Space Marines true demigod powers.

As long as the Primordial Warriors do not encounter fatal injuries immediately, they can quickly repair themselves.

"Then upgrade the original casting for him, how long will it take?" Calgar asked.

"It will take half a year to fully upgrade. We can implant Guilliman's heart first. In this way, Azrael's life can be saved, and it only takes two or three days for him to wake up from a coma ’ said the pharmacist.

The Heart of Guilliman is the basis for Primaris Warrior upgrades.

It is also an important organ for the 100% success of the original casting upgrade.

"Let's do it, we need to bring him to his senses as soon as possible," Calga said. "It's getting worse."

"Understood." The pharmacist said, and then ordered the servant to prepare for the original casting upgrade.

Not long after, the machine servant, escorted by several soldiers, brought over a sealed fine gold cylindrical tank.

Various mechanical runes are engraved on the cylindrical jar.

The electromagnetic circuit emits light slightly, forming a force field attached to the tank body.

Make sure that the contents inside will not be polluted and damaged by the outside world.

The pharmacist takes it and enters a code few people know.

A black light cluster appeared in his hand.

Massive data codes flowed out from the light cluster, extremely magical, not like a creation of technology.

This is the most important organ for Primal Cast upgrades, the Heart of Guilliman.

Once implanted, it will combine with every cell and start the evolution path of the demigod.

This mysterious blob of light is made of programmed dark matter.

It stores all the genetic codes of human beings, as well as the complex self-evolution equations.

Unbeknownst to everyone, however, there is also an absolutely loyal programming and remote shutdown program inside.

On Calgar's orders, the apothecary cut open Azrael's chest with a scalpel, exposing the beating scarlet heart inside.

The apothecary took Guilliman's heart and placed it where Azrael's heart was.

The light cluster draws out strands of light, which are slowly injected into the heart, and combined with the cells of the whole body as the blood surges.

Calgar took a few glances, turned and walked out.

He knew that it was useless for him to stay here any longer.

Guilliman's Heart takes several hours to bond with the host.

He can't spend hours in the medical room,

Walking outside the medical room, the captain of the Victory Laurel hurried over.

"My lord, we should launch a counterattack immediately." The captain said, he was still holding a data board in his hand, which clearly showed the casualties of the expedition fleet.

The Stone Keep and many weapon platforms are attacking the expedition fleet.

Countless light spears, torpedoes, and missiles poured out like a big net.

"Wait, can we contact the Stone Fortress now?" Calgar asked, "Did they really rebel?"

"All the messages we sent were rejected by them. They are unwilling to establish any form of communication with us. Let's do it. No matter what, this farce cannot continue." The captain said, "The accompanying fleet Some preachers have started to promote things here, and once it spreads, the situation must be bad."

"It is very likely that Terra will think that the Primarch is trying to clean up the Dark Angels, and the situation will be even worse by then."

"If we counterattack this fortress, we will really fall into the enemy's trap. Has the first fighter been found?" Calga said.

After a while, the captain said, "He's dead. He was caught in an ambush by the Dark Angel and was blown to nothing."

Calgar frowned, paced back and forth, showing a sad expression.

All of this is too coincidental, if there is no one behind the scenes to fuel the flames, he will never believe that everything can be coincidental to this point.

"My lord, launch a counterattack. If we delay any longer, we will suffer more serious casualties. The Dark Angel has betrayed us, perhaps by joining Chaos, or by order from Terra. I am more inclined to the latter, loyal There are many definitions, and the Dark Angels chose Terra."

The captain stood aside and spoke.

The expedition fleet was under the frantic attack of the Stone Fortress, but Calgar was unwilling to give the order to counterattack, which made him very anxious.

"Wait a little longer." Calgar refused the captain's request to fire. "Let all ships retreat and activate the void shield. We need to establish communication with the Stone Fortress."

Azrael's performance aboard the Victory Laurel gave him a glimmer of hope for the Dark Angels Chapter.

As an imperial hero who has gone on many expeditions, Azrael has a deep hatred for the evils of the empire, and he will never oppose the Primarch's reform ideas so rashly.

As a top psionic master, he has a deep understanding of the nature of subspace.

Azrael could not have betrayed the Empire and joined Chaos.

The captain showed a hint of disappointment when he heard Calgar's order, but he still saluted and turned around to convey Calgar's order.

Calga was left alone in place.

He pondered for a moment, then gave orders to the troops in the communicator.

"Check those suspicious-looking guys." Calgar ordered to many army officers.

He had reason to suspect that his troops had been infiltrated.

Attacking Azrael, provoking infighting between the Dark Angels and the expeditionary forces, such things are extremely purposeful.

The method is despicable and simple, but extremely effective.

Either way, Calgar had to figure out a way to sort this out.

He came to protect the father of genes, but now he has stirred himself into the whirlpool.

If it is not handled well, it will definitely be scolded by the Primarch.

Calgar stood by the porthole full of thoughts, watching the expedition ship being bombarded by light spears and torpedoes, with a look of pain on his face.

The Victory Laurel shook a bit, probably being bombarded by the defensive firepower of the Boulder Fortress.

Calgar turned to look at the closed medical room.

"Don't let me down, Azrael."

He said to himself in his heart.

If he misjudged, the Primarch would be disappointed in him.

It is also possible that he will lose his position as Chapter Commander.

Calgar gambled with his honor, position, and the trust of the Primarch that the Dark Angels did not stand on the opposite side of the Imperial Regent - the conservative forces on Terra, nor did they turn to Chaos.

After watching for a while, a communication entered Calgar's personal database.

After reading, Calgar left the medical room in a hurry.

He firmly believes in the loyalty and character of the Dark Angels Chapter, and must find a way to figure out all this and end this chaos.

In the ground floor corridor of the Victory Laurel.

"Traitor." A Primaris Space Marine assigned to the Calgar Expeditionary Force and belonging to the Storm Eagle Chapter looked at the person in front of him, only had time to finish his last sentence before falling down.

His eyes were wide and full of anger, and a shameful and despicable enemy sneaked up on him.

The Alpha Warrior wiped the blade clean, carried the corpse to a dark corner where no one would go, and put on a brand new disguise.

He has killed several people in a row.

After successfully provoking the conflict between the Dark Angel and the expeditionary force, he has been changing identities.

There has been chaos and the most important thing now is to sustain it.

When Guilliman arrives, it's time for a wonderful show.

Using his new identity, the Alpha Warrior entered the main control room of the Victory Laurel.

"grown ups."

"grown ups."

Several crew members responsible for the operation of the Victory Laurel saluted him one after another. He nodded slightly, and then walked towards the console.

Through the holographic window, it can be seen that the expedition fleet is evacuating in an orderly manner from the artillery range of the megalithic fortress.

"Calgar is so tolerant." The Alpha Warrior showed a look of embarrassment.

He thought Calgar would launch a counterattack against Stonehold.

But now, it seems that Calgar is so tolerant that he is still trying to communicate with the Dark Angel, so he does not hesitate to back off.

Looking through the data, the Alpha Warrior, relying on the keen nerves endowed by the Corpse Emperor, saw a message that a Stormbird fighter was trying to enter the expedition fleet.

Obviously, this is an attempt by the Dark Angels.

They want to establish contact with the expedition fleet and resolve misunderstandings.

"Can't let them establish communication." Alpha warrior thought to himself.

"Order the formation of fighter planes to attack, and be alert to the gang-hopping operations of the Dark Angels." Alpha Warrior said.

"clear."

"clear."

The two crew members next to them, who were completely unaware of the crisis, clicked on the screen in front of them and gave the order for the fighter plane to sail.

"Keep on alert and don't allow any fighters to approach." After finishing this sentence, the Alpha Warrior turned and left.

He needs to kill the Dark Angel's Stormbird fighter himself, so that the two sides will stop trying to communicate.

After more than 20 minutes, Calgar and many personal guards rushed over.

His complexion was extremely ugly.

The machine slave found the body of a Primaris Space Marine in a dark corner and sounded the alarm.

After checking, Calgar found that someone had attacked the warrior from behind.

The weapon used and the weapon used to stab Azrael bore the power of the Warp.

Clearly, there are some important connections between the two.

Under strict investigation, it was found that several soldiers disappeared strangely.

Calgar almost smashed the console with his fist.

His troops had been infiltrated for so long without him noticing.

This is a serious dereliction of duty.

Now Calgar just wanted to find that bastard, and punched him hard on the head.

Let the other party know what Calgar's anger is.

Following the clues, Calgar traced all the way to the control room.

Numerous crew members were questioned.

"He just gave the order for the fighter plane to sail." A crew member said in a terrified tone.

At this time, a harsh warning sounded.

The intelligence director stood up in horror, "My lord, the latest news from the detection department, the traitor you mentioned is leading a formation of fighter jets to hunt down a Stormbird fighter jet of the Dark Angel."

"Tell them to stop," Calgar yelled, stepping to the console, trying to stop it.

"They've been silenced," said the communications director.

"Then kill them all and save the Dark Angel's plane," Calgar said.

This is betrayal.

A most shameless betrayal.

Dagonet struggled to control the fuselage of the Stormbird.

The violently shaking fuselage plunged him into despair.

Calgar wants to kill everyone in the Dark Angels Chapter.

The Valkyrie formation is forming a siege formation in an attempt to finish him off once and for all.

"The attempt to communicate has failed, Ezekiel." Dagonet controlled the Stormbird fighter and completed a rolling action, avoiding bright red beams of light one after another.

Those fighter planes were chasing after him, pouring out their firepower crazily, trying to completely destroy the Stormbird fighter plane he was controlling.

"Perhaps, I shouldn't have any hope." Ezekiel's voice sounded, with despair and a trace of self-blame in his tone.

"This is my choice, Ezekiel. We hoped for them. This is our mistake." Dagonet said, "Keep the blood of the lion and leave with the Great Stone Fortress. Let’s talk about this matter, and we all have to be wary of Ultramar.”

After speaking, Dagonet cut off the communication.

Out of the dignity of a soldier, he didn't want to hear those useless words that could only bring people sorrow before he died.

A series of shocks hit the back of the Stormbird, and he felt the joystick jerk in his hand in response, turning his fighter sharply upwards.

The engines snarled in protest as they pulled the gunboat out of the way of enemy fire.

His skill in manipulating fighter planes can be said to be superb

However, the enemy is also the elite of the empire, who has participated in many battles, coupled with the superiority in numbers.

Dagonet's defeat was already a certainty.

Looking down at the tactical screen, the Valkyries had moved to his sides, intending to double-team him as he gradually slowed down.

There were also several fighter planes grazing towards the Stormbird where he was.

The siren sounded, and the radar detected that the fighter plane had been locked.

Several laser beams emerged and shot directly at Stormbird.

The fighter plane vibrated, and then quickly rolled a few times.

The urgent siren sounded.

The formation of fighter jets locked him.

Ruined.

Such a thought appeared in Dago's heart.

Groups of flames flashed across the cockpit, Dagone showed a trace of decadence, waiting for the explosion enough to submerge him.

But that didn't happen.

A bright light suddenly appeared.

His enemies were emptied, reduced to cosmic wreckage, and burst into flames.

This made Dagonet, who was waiting to die, look a little surprised.

It seems that this matter is not as simple as he imagined.

The communication device sent a reminder again, Dagone connected, and Calgar's voice sounded.

"Report your name, Dark Angel. Also, why are you attacking the expedition fleet?"

"We have been invaded, and waste codes have filled our control network. Please give us a period of time. It is estimated that it will take another twenty minutes before we can regain control of the Great Stone Fortress." Dagonet said.

"Perhaps, I should trust you again. Send a message to your colleagues. After 20 minutes, if you don't stop attacking, the expeditionary fleet will launch a counterattack." Calgar said.

"How is the Grand Master?" Dagonet asked.

"I saved a life, and it will take two or three days to wake up." Calgar's tone showed a hint of helplessness, "My troops were infiltrated by Alpha, and they stabbed Azrael with weapons containing subspace power. The angel warriors are still making trouble on my flagship, and my subordinates have forced them together, and you have to stop their madness."

Dagonet was silent for a moment, "I will."

The arrival of Dagonet brought a little relief to the two sides who were already vigilant and tense.

Under Dagone's order, the Dark Angels of the Victory Laurel also stopped their armed confrontation.

After confirming that there was no problem with them and that there were no alpha fighters among them, Calgar ordered someone to take them to the medical room, and the two sides resolved the misunderstanding.

This is the Stone Fortress.

Seeing the expeditionary fleet withdraw from the range of the Stone Keep's artillery fire instead of choosing to fight back.

The traitors who had long been lurking in the Dark Angels battle group became more and more nervous.

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

It is also the only chance for them to deal a fatal blow to the Dark Angel.

The control of the Boulder Fortress will be regained soon, and it will be kept more secret. At that time, it is undoubtedly a dream to hack into it again.

They planned for hundreds of years before they got the basic code and won the seventy minutes of getting out of control.

Seeing that the plan to provoke internal fighting between the two sides is about to fail.

They couldn't hold back any longer and used the last card.

That is Boris, a member of the Deathwing Company.

Before the two sides had established a real communication, use the Deathwing raid to destroy the fragile trust between them.

Under the orders of Ezekiel, Boris assembled many brothers of the Deathwing Company on the deck.

Just waiting for the final order to be issued, they will launch a surprise attack on the expedition fleet to buy time for the departure of the giant stone fortress.

After waiting for a long time, no order came.

Boris could only look for Ezekiel again and ask him to give an order.

However, as soon as he got out of the hangar, he was stopped by someone.

"For the sake of the blood of the lion, you must strike immediately, Boris, or they will never have a chance to escape."

The Dark Angel warrior who had appeared during Boris' training reappeared and issued a warning.

"Without authorization, I cannot complete this task, and other members will definitely not obey my orders."

There was helplessness in Boris' tone, and the dark angel's complicated command procedures ensured that disobedience of orders would not happen.

Without authorization, it was difficult for him to command the Deathwing Company to attack.

"We will assist you," said the Dark Angel warrior.

As his words fell, several dark angel warriors came out of the darkness.

All of them were wearing robes to cover up their entire appearance.

Obviously, they are all traitors who have been lurking for a long time.

"It's not enough. If there are only a few supporters, the other company members don't care." Boris showed embarrassment.

"Enough is enough. Some of us will cut off the communication in the fortress. In that case, Ezekiel's command will be lost. According to the procedure, you will become the supreme commander of the Deathwing." The Dark Angel warrior said.

"Can you cut off the communication?" Boris looked confused.

"Naturally." The Dark Angel warrior finished, showing Boris their methods.

As they pressed the confirmation button on the data board, the communication of the Great Stone Fortress was quickly cut off, and the communication between various departments could not continue, and they fell into a deeper chaos.

"The time to cut off communication can't last too long, but it's enough." The Dark Angel warrior said, "Hurry up, this is your only chance to protect the blood of the lion."

"Let's go." Boris took the lead and walked towards the hangar deck, ready to give orders to the assembled Deathwing.

Several dark angel fighters followed closely behind.

After the Deathwing Company's surprise attack was launched, that was when the overall situation was settled.

No matter how sensible Calgar was, he had to give the order to counterattack.

At that time, Tyra will intervene, and both sides will be able to beat their brains out.

After finishing their prayers and making final preparations, the members of the Deathwing company lined up in six rows, waiting for the order to attack.

Boris walked in front of them, made a deathwing gesture, and then punched the Dark Angel warrior who encouraged him to launch a gang raid.

The other Deathwings swarmed up to attack the traitors.

The speed was so fast that the traitors couldn't even react, and they were already under control.

The power armor was stuck by the entered code, making them unable to move and becoming prisoners.

"What do you mean? Boris?" The dark angel warrior looked at Boris in confusion, both startled and terrified.

Boris smiled and took out a nameplate with six petals.

He is also a member of the six-fold order that Azrael temporarily established to find out the traitors.

Dark Angels never have secrets, for they are secrets themselves.

A circle is still a circle, and a secret is still a secret.

Just like the Mobius ring, who is the inner ring and who is the outer ring is never determined.

Seeing the appearance of the nameplate, several traitors were ashamed.

I thought that as Azrael was seriously injured in the attack on the Victory Laurel, his six-fold plan had also been destroyed.

Who would have thought that Azrael was hiding such a trick behind him, perhaps his attack itself was part of the plan.

The flowers of conspiracy are layered on top of each other, making it impossible for people to break free.

Azrael's actions were definitely a tightrope walk.

A little carelessness will lead to a war between the expedition fleet and the megalithic fortress.

Boris captured the traitor and also got a list of mortals.

However, this is not the end.

This is not a struggle between two sides, but a mix of forces from multiple parties.

The Church of Ouroboros has infiltrated the Monolith Fortress for hundreds of years, with the ultimate goal of releasing an ancient being.

The changelings and Alphas who rebelled against the Empire were meant to end Guilliman.

The confusion ahead is just to cover up the ultimate purpose.

Boris ordered people to take down the traitors and seized the list, but he hadn't had time to be happy.

The violent vibration spread throughout the entire Great Stone Fortress, and an indescribably terrifying aura permeated from the depths of the Great Stone Fortress.

In the depths of the Stone Fortress, many dark angels are struggling to fight against the demons pouring out of the cracks, as well as the cultists and prisoners who have obtained weapons.

The enemy all rushed to the cell where the ultimate prisoner, Luthor, was held, forcing the Dark Angels to come together to resist the demons and prevent the enemy from unleashing the greatest rebellion the Dark Angels have ever seen.

The changelings, armed with the weapons of the Golden Age of Mankind, went the other way.

In the depths of the Stone Fortress, the final destination of the changelings.

Several dark watchers in white robes, short in stature and elusive, fell to the ground, having lost the breath of life.

Humans in the golden age mastered unimaginable and terrifying technology, and the weapons they built even had the ability to erase the timeline and original data of items.

The Dark Watcher has always been elusive, wandering outside the long river of time, and is difficult to kill.

The sorcery of changelings is also difficult to work on.

The only way to kill these dark watchers is to use the weapons of the golden age of mankind.

"Fate repeats itself, and what is lost returns."

The changelings took up the weapons of the golden age of human beings and walked towards the final seal step by step.

It raised its weapon, aimed at the ultimate secret guarded by the Darkwatch, and pulled the trigger.

Well, I fell asleep while writing last night, and the protagonist will come out in the next chapter.