Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The man in the video spoke very vigorously, impassioned, and full of passion.

Words like holy emperor, great empire, and best era emerged endlessly.

Impressively, he had an expression of singing praises and the prosperity of the empire.

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Nava spat at the video of the speech.

They are all liars.

To hell with the great times.

Those damned high lords are all damned, a bunch of shameless and despicable beasts.

Nava cursed angrily under his breath.

But he quickly shut up.

Not far away, a man in the uniform of the Ministry of Justice looked at him unkindly.

Dare to express dissatisfaction with the empire?

Could it be a potential thug?

Nava, aware of the danger, stopped talking.

Those guys in the legal department can't reason with him.

Once they are found guilty, they will do it directly, and there will be no room for negotiation at all.

Many members of the Ministry of Justice feel good about themselves, thinking that they are the embodiment of justice and the executor of the Emperor's will.

Those who dare to disobey the laws of the empire are thugs, traitors, and should be executed.

Only in this way can the majesty of the emperor be demonstrated and the dignity of the empire can be maintained.

Nava no longer paid attention to the holographic projections on the side of the road, and he walked towards his dilapidated home with his friend's two children in silence.

When he walked, his joints ached.

The inferior prosthetic implants were torturing his fragile nerves.

Those gangsters took the scraps that the Mechanicus didn't want, repaired them and sold them to people like Nava who had no money but needed prosthetics.

Those prosthetics have certain side effects, poor fit with flesh and blood, and usually cause rejection.

In severe cases, those implanted will feel miserable.

The streets are full of people like Nava.

There was indignation in their eyes.

Those images that promote the goodness of the High Lords and the Empire are fooling them.

But because of the horror of the legal department, he had to shut up and dare not speak casually.

Nava sometimes wonders what the meaning of coming to this world is.

While alive, he was cheap labor for those industrial families.

After his death, his body was purchased by those food families and thrown into the machine to make corpse starch.

From beginning to end, his life seemed to have no meaning at all.

Nava no longer has any expectations for his future.

In such years, all life can see the end at a glance, and there will be no change.

There is no doubt that these are the worst times.

Everyone lives to live.

The Nava live in a residential area of ​​a large building in the Lower Hive.

There are hundreds of thousands of people living there, divided into many layers.

Nava did not count.

Anyway, he would only go to his own floor.

In that old, creaking elevator, he never pressed the buttons for other floors.

Sometimes, being curious is not a good thing.

It would definitely be a nightmare to meet gangsters or mutants.

Not to mention that the peaceful life is broken, there may also be life-threatening.

Through the dimly lit corridor, Nava returned to his home.

His room was very poorly decorated. In the empty room, there were scattered clothes and some simple, antique electronic equipment.

Those devices tend to be a few years old.

The paint on it has peeled off, and you can see bright white or dull metallic colors.

However, the quality of these devices is passable.

Even though it has been a long time, it can still barely maintain the operation.

When I got home, my friend's two children were tired from crying.

As soon as he touched the bed, he fell into a deep sleep.

For their age, deep sleep may be the best way to combat sadness and pain.

Nava covered the two children with quilts, turned on the ventilation and purification equipment, and changed the dull air.

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the ventilation and purification equipment, streams of less turbid air were brought in.

Then, Nava sat on the stool and turned on the data projector on the table.

A holographic beam flickered a few times before finally becoming steady.

Nava pressed the button, and several musical symbols appeared on the holographic screen.

The melodious singing sounded.

This is one of Nava's favorite songs.

When he is down, sad, and irritable, he will listen to this song to pass the time and soothe his mood.

With the melodious singing, Nava, who was slumped on the chair, looked up and stared at the white ceiling with peeling walls.

Try to get yourself out of the grief of the tragic death of a friend.

In this day and age, people die every day.

Someone was identified as a thug and burned alive in the street by men from the Ministry of Justice.

Gangs will also fight each other, and the unlucky ones will be blasted to the bone with their powerful weapons.

There are also some lunatics who will hunt and kill civilians for credit, so that they can sell the corpses of civilians to gangsters to make corpse starch.

Otherwise, as it is now, in the absence of food, they will be starved to death, and finally become someone else's ration.

Nava sighed, for an ordinary person like him, the only meaning of being human is to live.

Other than that, nothing.

Any good things have nothing to do with him.

Nava closed his eyes and thought about what to do in the following days.

It's the same as the friend who died tragically under the Ministry of Justice.

He is also just a nameless worker.

The salary he got was just barely enough to keep him alive.

Now there are two more children, what should he do?

It is the kingly way to find a way to get some credit points, otherwise I will starve to death sooner or later.

Suddenly, a rush of prompts sounded.

This is the sound of communication equipment receiving information.

Nava opened his eyes and looked at the projector on the table.

Terra is the power center of the empire, and people's material level is quite good.

Basically everyone has a communication device.

Communication between each other is also basically using electronic letters.

At this time, the music had stopped, and the symbol of the letter flashed on the holographic projector.

Nava reached out and clicked, and an electronic letter appeared in front of his eyes.

[Citizen 4509221995003070892, you have been fired by the Teles Water Purification Plant, and your remaining remuneration totals 1520 credit points, which have been issued to your personal account through the financial system. Please check and confirm this letter in time. 】

The light from the electronic letter reflected on Navana's resolute face full of signs of time, making it look very pale, like a ghost in a strange legend.

The moment he saw the e-mail, he thought he had read it wrong.

How could I be fired for serving the Teles family so loyally?

Not long ago, in order to let them extend their working hours to fifteen hours, the other party friendly called them brothers of the Tellis family.

Nava was slightly moved by this.

Unexpectedly, with longer working hours, fewer workers are needed.

His brother was abandoned by the other party as if he were trash.

After watching it several times in a row, Nava was willing to admit that he was really abandoned.

Those bloody bastards deserve to die.

Nava cursed a few times indignantly.

Afterwards, he sat down decadently, accepting this fact.

Now he's fired, and the price of food is skyrocketing.

It's a cruel world.

No one will be kind.

Those who cannot survive will only become the rations of those who survive.

Nava thought about it, even if he bought the worst quality, all kinds of poisonous food and meat from the gangsters from the bottom of the Hive City, he couldn't last long.

What's more, he was taking two children with him, so the situation was even more serious.

Boom! Boom!

There was a knock on the door.

Nava stood up and walked over. Through the door hole, he found a man who seemed to be mentally disturbed.

Wearing a black robe, he doesn't look like a good person.

While waiting for Nava to open the door, he looked left and right, very vigilant, as if he was worried about some sudden inspection.

With a creaking sound, Nava opened the metal door. He stared at the other side, holding an iron rod in one hand behind the door.

Food is scarce and many people have gone crazy.

Nava was a little worried that this guy was a thug who robbed food or hunted down civilians to sell their corpses.

He has to be ready.

It is always wrong to speculate on others with the greatest malice.

"What's the matter with you?" Nava looked at the other party and asked fiercely.

"Brother, are you interested in learning more about the Brotherhood of Brass?" the man said, "Don't you want to fight against fate and those damned brutal nobles?"

"We have been betrayed. The nobles manipulate prices and don't care about our lives. If we don't stand up and resist, then we will have no hope. Only through armed struggle can we gain freedom and a glorious future."

"Get lost." Nava said unceremoniously, "I'm not interested in your brotherhood, don't bother me anymore."

"You're going to need it, brother," the man said. "When you really realize that the corpse king can't save you, you're going to beg for another way."

"Go away, cultist. Or I will report you for blasphemy against the Emperor," Nava said.

Hearing this, the man turned and left, disappearing into the dark corridor.

With the help of a flickering lumen lamp in the promenade, the dim light brought by it.

Nava watched as the man disappeared into the darkness.

Obviously, the last sentence was so lethal that the other party didn't dare to bother him too much.

Suddenly, a woman's figure came into Nava's eyes.

The other party came from the other end of the corridor.

Walking from the darkness to the dim light, Nava could clearly see the other person's appearance.

The woman is tall and thin, with a pair of black eyes, very large, looking very pure, as pure as a gem.

Wearing a slightly worn-out dress that exposes most of her body.

The exposed skin is as white and soft as milk.

Nava stared at the woman.

He recognized the other person, an acquaintance, a neighbor, a poor but good-looking woman.

Nava has not moved here for a long time, and he is not familiar with the people here.

This woman is the only person he has known since he moved here

The woman was keen and noticed Nava's gaze.

Those big eyes looked over, and then moved away sadly.

Once those eyes were full of hope and piety, as beautiful as the stars in the sky, pure and flawless.

But now, those eyes are equally beautiful, but there is nothing inside.

"Could you go faster, I'm in a hurry." The man behind came a urging voice.

The woman nodded, then opened the door of her room and brought the man in.

In desperate days of food shortages, women are more disadvantaged than men.

In order to survive, they can only provide the only commodity they have, which is used to maintain their livelihood.

Those women who refused to succumb to their sad fate either died at will or faced the torment of hunger all day long.

In the end, they tend to give in.

When you are hungry and panic, any morality and perseverance will be left behind.

The number of women who are hungry for food is so great.

So much so that they are so cheap that they only need a piece of bread, and they can be randomly selected and humiliated by buyers.

Nava closed the door, feeling infinite sadness in his heart.

The woman had expressed interest in him once.

But Nava knew very well that he was absolutely incapable of giving the other party happiness, not even a stable life.

This era devours everyone's conscience and deprives people of all power to pursue beauty.

Nava sat on the stool silently, thinking whether he was right or wrong in rejecting that brass brotherhood.

The Emperor never opened his eyes to pity them, the suffering ones.

The rich and powerful regard them as garbage and cheap labor, and they are too arrogant to give even a kind look to those who are suffering.

After a while, a man's curse was heard from outside.

Nava listened for a while, and it seemed that men complained about women because of time.

Suddenly, a piercing scream sounded, it was a woman's voice.

Nava opened the door and walked out, only to find that the woman was grabbed by the hair of the man, and his fat fist landed on that delicate face.

The man continued to curse and curse.

"It didn't arrive in two minutes, you've earned so much, you bastard, return the money."

Nava walked over and stopped the opponent.

Years of hard work gave him a strong physique. The fat man was easily subdued and then driven away by Nava.

The man's eyes were full of resentment.

But facing Nava's strong and powerful body, he could only swallow his dissatisfaction and leave in despair.

Chasing away the man, Nava helped the woman up.

Looking at the other party's ragged clothes, there were several bruises on his delicate face.

He wanted to persuade women to give up this kind of business.

But the words swirled around for a long time, and finally became.

"Be careful and safe."

What qualifications does he have to persuade others?

I can't live on myself, and I still blame others for their mistakes. Isn't this a kind of irony?

Nava walked back to his room, and was about to close the door when the woman just stopped him.

After a while, the other party took out a palm-length white bread with icing sugar sprinkled on it from his home.

"This is for you, I saw you with two children before." The woman said.

Nava wanted to refuse, but the woman spoke faster than him.

"I know you don't want to accept my bread, but for the sake of the two children, please accept it. It is already difficult to live in this world."

Nava looked at the woman, and the other party's eyes revealed the purity of the past.

That's the most beautiful thing a person can have.

Kind, sincere, beautiful.

"Thank you, may He bless you." Nava took the bread.

He lost his job and had two children as a burden.

Any help is precious, especially in this dark and hopeless time.

"You're welcome, and may He protect you." When the woman said this, she was very devout.

Nava saw her pendant, an exquisite Emperor's charm worn only by the most pious.

Small acts of kindness gave Nava a glimmer of hope.

In this desperate dark age, there is still a little light that allows him to hold on firmly.

Over the next few days, Navarre used the remaining credits to buy food.

The food lasted him and his two children for a week.

For this reason, he had to entrust a woman to help look after the two children, while he left early and returned late to look for job opportunities.

The woman did not refuse, and would give him some food from time to time to help him tide over the difficulties.

With the woman's help, Nava had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

There are so many kind people in this world, and the morals of the world have not completely turned bad.

As long as you persevere, life will always get better.

It's a pity that with the emergence of the subspace storm, the things sent to Terra began to decrease, and coupled with the manipulation of some families, the price of goods rose ridiculously.

Considering the cost, many families are unwilling to recruit workers.

They are more willing to extend the time of existing workers to complete the work in order to reduce costs, grab more benefits and ensure their own survival.

Days were wasted and Nava came up with nothing.

Today, Nava, who wasted another day, walked into a tavern decorated with a lot of bad-quality neon lights.

He wanted to try his luck here, if he could get a job that was enough to support himself and his friend and two children, then he would be sincerely grateful to the Emperor.

The tavern is a favorite place for the Nesters, where they can drink bad ale and enjoy low-brow dancing and music.

Nava sat in a corner, listening to those people talking about the Hive City or things beyond the Hive City.

A projection device not far from him is broadcasting news from the Imperial Daily.

From the broadcast, Nava learned that Guilliman, the Thirteen Primarchs of the Empire, was approaching the Beta-Garmon galaxy.

That was the portal of Terra, and once controlled, Terra would be forced to isolate itself from the rest of the empire.

In that case, Terra's magnates would be fish on Guilliman's chopping block.

A slightly pale laser beam outlines a screen where a man is giving impassioned speeches and rants.

"This is a shameless betrayal of the Empire, a blasphemy of the Emperor's glory. He is only an echo of the past, a monster that has slept for thousands of years without dying."

The coverage of the Primarch was always so radical, and the powerful hated Guilliman so much.

They speak of it as a monster, an echo of the past.

A would-be tyrant trying to take power away from his father.

The Imperial Daily represents the attitude of the elites of Terra towards Guilliman's coming to Terra.

They haven't always been like this either.

Nava remembered that before, the Imperial Daily reported that Guilliman's awakening was a gift from the human emperor to the empire. People should work harder and pay more taxes in order to repay the emperor.

But now, Nava didn't know why they changed their words.

I don't know when it started, the Imperial Daily's report on the Primarch became very radical.

Traitor, tyrant, executioner of Imperial loyalists.

Echoes of the past, a potential tyrant trying to wrest power from his father.

Various terms representing evil have been put on the Primarch.

He tried his best to promote the threat of the Primarch, and once the Primarch seized power, how dark the empire would be.

One can imagine how much the powerful hated Guilliman.

With such overwhelming publicity, Nava felt that as long as those nobles of Terra were given a chance, they would definitely kill the Primarch by any means.

Even if the opponent is a Primarch, they will not hesitate to attack.

Nava, who was sitting in a corner of the tavern, learned something from the conversations of some people.

Those powerful plan to pull down the statue of Guilliman on the Imperial Square.

To prove that they will not succumb to the terrible monsters that destroy the empire.

Demonstrate their firm attitude of resistance.

They will not stop fighting Guilliman unless Guilliman compromises with them.

It took Nava some time to understand the ins and outs of this matter.

He wondered why the powerful were so displeased with a returning Primarch.

It's a pity that there is not much information.

Some people say that Guilliman is the heir to the emperor. This time he came here for the succession of the empire, and he has always been aloof. The high lords who control the highest authority of the empire are very dissatisfied and feel that the primarch is stepping on their heads, so They want to resist.

It is also said that Guilliman is the savior of the Empire, resurrected to contain the monsters that lurk in the shadows.

Some people even say that Guilliman is a traitor who has betrayed the loyalists of the empire, and the nobles of Terra are fighting to defend the empire.

All kinds of theories are very chaotic, and Nava really doesn't have the energy to find the truth from these chaotic information.

In the end, he chose a more reliable statement.

Guilliman and the powerful are just a duel of power games, whoever wins will be able to take charge of the supreme power of the empire.

Of course, this kind of thing has nothing to do with them.

Everyone tacitly agrees that no matter who is in power, their fate will not change.

Anyone who packs himself in the name of redemption ends up being one of those hated nobles of Terra.

The high lord has changed so many people back and forth, isn't it still the same in the end?

After hearing this, Nava lost interest in this matter.

He withdrew his attention, those things had nothing to do with him, he should find a job first and find a way to survive.

Nava listened to the conversations of those in the tavern to see if there was any job opportunity.

Everyone in the tavern was chattering like a prisoner who has just been released from a prison, out of solitude.

What they talked about most was Guilliman, as well as gossip about various dignitaries.

None of this was what Nava wanted.

He pays more attention to topics such as macrophage worms, mutant creatures, gangster fires, and psychotropic drugs.

These topics represent partial jobs that need to be found.

Once he saw someone talking, Nava would listen carefully to see if anyone needed help.

The work in the tavern was unstable, but it was very profitable.

As a native nester, Nava naturally knows how to do it.

In order to survive, people have to learn to adapt and step into some gray areas.

After staying in the tavern for a long time, Nava got a job by virtue of his strong body and courage.

A sullen-looking man asked him if he dared to kill someone.

After making the promise of daring to kill, he was recruited by the other party.

In a few days, I will go to a hidden nest cave to hunt some special mutant animals.

It's dangerous, but rewarding.

This is undoubtedly good news for Nava.

When I left the tavern and returned to my residence.

Nava thought he should share it with his female neighbor.

During this time, the other party took good care of him.

When Nava returned to his residence, he discovered that something had changed.

The building where I lived was blocked by people from the Ministry of Justice.

Through the cordon set up by the Ministry of Justice, he saw the body of his female neighbor lying on the ground.

Her throat was cut open, and the bright red blood flowed down the uneven concrete floor, soaking a large area.

The clothes were torn, revealing large bruises on the snow-white skin.

Obviously, before killing her, the other party abused her.

Beside the woman lay the corpses of two children, their throats were also wiped off, and blood flowed all over the floor.

It's hard to imagine what kind of person would do this to a child.

An official from the Ministry of Justice slowly wiped the bloody dagger.

"Two little traitors with traitor blood and a disgusting woman who sold her body are all disgusting and disgusting existences. It's a pity that no other information can be asked." The tone of the official of the Ministry of Justice dissatisfied.

Obviously, to attack such a person would tarnish his nobility.

The bodies of the woman and two children were put into black body bags as garbage and thrown on the vehicle of the Ministry of Justice.

The Ministry of Justice's explanation for this is that the woman was suspected of being entangled with the previous rioters.

After interrogation, they decontaminated it.

"Grateful, we have saved you from those hateful cultists once again."

Before leaving, the official of the Ministry of Justice made a high-profile announcement to the civilians who surrounded him.

Nava stood in the crowd, holding back his tears, not to let others see his abnormality.

The moment he saw the bodies of the woman and the two children, his whole body collapsed.

Unspeakable anger followed.

That anger is so strong, if it can be transformed into a real flame, it may be able to ignite the entire Terra.

Those damn rich and powerful.

Damn the legal department.

Damn Emperor.

Everything is abominable, repulsive.

Nava did not choose to return to his room, he turned his head and left his residence to avoid being involved in this matter.

The Ministry of Justice will take action against the woman and the two children, even killing them.

It must be because my friend once participated in the riot.

He thought that was over.

The friend also paid the price for this and was burned alive by the Ministry of Justice.

I just didn't expect that the people behind it were so vicious.

Even the children are unwilling to let go.

Nava fled from his own residence. Although he was not familiar with the people in that residential area, it was inevitable that some familiar people would recognize him.

Once reported, it will be the law enforcement officers of the Ministry of Justice.

After escaping the residential area, Nava took refuge in a dark, officially abandoned house.

There are a lot of bums here, and some crazy ones.

A man with disheveled hair and a somewhat crazy look noticed Nava's arrival.

The other party walked to Nava's side and asked in a low voice.

"My friend, are you interested in learning about the Brotherhood of Brass? Are you willing to endure such an arrangement? Endure the fooling of the powerful? Are you too weak to resist the injustice of this world?"

the man whispered.

It was similar to what the person said last time.

Obviously, this Brass Brotherhood has grown to a certain size.

Nava looked at each other, "Then what can I do?"

Hearing this, the man smiled.

"Keep your anger, join us, and work together to tear up this hateful world. Vent your anger, vent your dissatisfaction."

Baboo galaxy.

On the main deck of the Glory of Macragge.

Many senior officials of the expeditionary force gathered here.

They surrounded the pulpit where Guilliman and his personal guards stood.

"This is a tragedy and a failure on our part. We promised to protect those innocent people, but we failed to do so, and they suffer because of it."

Guilliman said this without hesitation to the many generals of the expeditionary army.

"We can't turn a blind eye to the Babu galaxy's request for help. They ask, and we respond, which is precisely the obligation of the ruler. If we can't give them safety and the right to live, why should they be loyal to us?"

"So, let's clench our fists and attack the enemies of the Babu galaxy as soon as possible, restore peace to this galaxy, and free those suffering people."

Farewell to the Dark Angels, after setting sail from Stonehold.

Considering that the combat missions in the Nephilim star area do not require such a large military force.

Guilliman took many heroes of the empire with him and prepared to go to Terra.

Of course, going to Terra is not going directly, but a plan.

Guilliman's phased goal is to travel to the Beta-Garmon system.

Take control of that galaxy and grab Terra by the throat.

In this way, he declares his strong control over the solar galaxy.

It's a show of force and power. It's low-level, but it works.

Control of the Beta-Garmon system would discourage the powerful on Terra from fighting him.

This makes it easier to promote his reforms and various orders.

Guilliman, who formulated the plan to control the Beta-Galmon galaxy and control Terra, could not ignore the distress signals along the way.

In order to go to Terra, they abandoned those important strategic galaxies that urgently needed to be rescued, and ignored the pleas of the people of the Empire for help.

That would be an irresponsible move and a reckless move that would leave a source of trouble.

The Emperor eagerly launches the Great Crusade, which ends with the Golden Throne, and humanity is forced to accept a dark fate.

This shows that you can never eat hot tofu in a hurry.

No one knows where the next surprise will appear.

The war against chaos should not be limited to a temporary victory, but should be planned in the long run.

Only the last laugh is the best laugh.

A well-known artist once said that no matter how good a gun is, it's useless if you can't eat chicken.

Steady progress, step by step, is the kingly way.

Guilliman responded to the pleas for help from those important strategic galaxies, using his huge combat power to sweep away those enemies.

And take advantage of the opportunity to place loyal officials and generals in important positions in those galaxies.

In this way, it is like a war strategy game.

He dyed a large number of sites with his own color and became his basic site.

Calgar, Phikris, Gray and other imperial heroes were sent out by him again.

Sent to worlds in need of rescue, to drive out demons and traitors, and to push for reform.

Guilliman only agreed with them on an approximate time, and asked them to go to the Beta-Garmon galaxy to rendezvous within the specified time.

The terrorist force heading for Terra was divided into several strands, marching from different routes to promote Guilliman's plan.

In this way, Guilliman can form a situation that surrounds Terra.

Wait until all the fleets meet in the Beta-Garmon system.

The periphery of the solar system is full of officials and generals loyal to Guilliman.

At that time, even if the emperor recovers, his decree will not be able to leave the solar system.

The main shipping lanes are all controlled by those loyal to him.

Many dignitaries in Terra and the oil guys from Mars will be pinched by him at will.

The Babu galaxy is also an important galaxy on Guilliman's route to Terra, and he listed it as a strategic location that must be controlled.

The Babu system is an important node in the warp lanes to Terra, where several lanes converge.

What's more, Babu is also a galaxy that produces agricultural products for Terra.

It is conceivable how important the Babu galaxy is to Terra.

A large amount of food is transported to Terra from here to feed Terra's countless population.

Considering the importance of Babu, the High Lords also appointed a chapter called the Emperor's Hand to be in charge of daily defense work.

This system usually has a company of Space Marines and an Imperial Navy fleet, as well as a group of Astra Militarum garrisons, ensuring that if the system is attacked, it can hold out to the support of other friendly forces.

It is a pity that with the corruption of the elites of Terra, many armaments in the Baal galaxy have become data on paper.

Because of the Great Rift, the Emperor's Hand Chapter was also mobilized with a large number of manpower, leaving only one squad.

This led to the arrival of Guilliman, ready to win over the Emperor's Hand Chapter and take full control of the Terra granary.

The Chaos Warband has already invaded here first.

And with the help of complex blood sacrifice rituals, a subspace entrance was opened, and those demons were let in.

By the time Guilliman arrived, the system's defenders of the void had died, and the wreckage of numerous ships was floating in the void.

The bodies of the sailors who fought to the last moment were also suspended in space.

The survivors hid in various cities, built fortifications, and desperately sent messages for help to the subspace, hoping to get support.

Guilliman answered their plea for help.

The fleet rushing out of the warp easily wiped out the fleets of those traitors with great firepower.

Tore the Chaos traitor's blasphemous ships full of all kinds of twists and mutations into pieces.

In order to comfort those innocent people who died in battle.

After clearing the space of the traitor fleet.

Guilliman took the huge imperial army and directly parachuted to the surface to fight.

With the improvement of transmission technology.

The way Imperial troops land on the planet's surface has also changed.

Expeditionary forces began to gradually abandon the cumbersome, large-target landing ships that were easily intercepted by anti-aircraft artillery.

Basically, from the battleship, directly open the portal to the surface, and with the help of the portal, kill the enemy by surprise.

Accompanied by flashes of light, Guilliman appeared on the battlefield together with many soldiers.

At this point the city has been breached.

A large number of innocent civilians were massacred by those Chaos traitors and demons.

They are extremely rampant, recklessly harvesting the flesh and soul of the people of the empire.

Traitors, who are waging massacres, see Imperial troops appearing with flashes of light.

A look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Obviously, they couldn't believe the changes in the imperial forces for a while.

However, it has not waited for them to react.

The angry warriors began to massacre the traitors in the same way.

Let them understand how terrible the wrath of the empire is.

Before the astonishment on the traitor's face faded, he was torn apart by the swarming imperial loyalists.

Like a torrent of imperial loyalists, the traitors are on their way.

Using the advantages of numbers and firepower to slaughter those Chaos warriors and cultists.

Let them taste the fear and powerlessness they once brought to the common people of the empire.

Having managed to break through the defenders' fortifications, the traitors who seized control of the planet were spooked by the loyalists of the Empire before they could celebrate.

Under such a rapid offensive, they were powerless to stop it.

They tried to organize troops to fight back, but in the end they were only crushed mercilessly by the torrent of loyalists of the empire.

Even their demonic allies were banished with screams.

The subspace channel they opened with the blood sacrifice was quickly closed.

The battle to retake Baal was soon over.

Invading this galaxy is only a small Chaos warband, which is not enough to fight against a large expeditionary force.

They were quickly defeated and wiped out in the Baal galaxy.

For Guilliman, this was only an insignificant victory.

However, the suffering this war brought to the people of the Babu galaxy was very heavy.

Corpses were scattered throughout the trenches, piled up in crude fortifications.

Shocking and unbearable.

They stubbornly carried out the last resistance.

Until the enemy breaks through their lines, kills them, and storms those cities.

Those civilians were unarmed, with horror and anxiety on their cold faces.

All over the city are the corpses left by the chaos traitors and demon massacres, shattered, and there are broken limbs and arms everywhere.

Guilliman ordered people to collect the corpses, and at the same time appease the survivors who still had a little sense.

But after he finished all this, his exclusive star talker - Luo Shan, reported a piece of bad news to him.

"My lord, the closer you get to Terra, the greater the influence of its warp."

To prove his point, a Hand warrior who had died fighting the Traitors was brought before Guilliman.

It can be seen from the broken power armor of the corpse that the opponent must have experienced a very tragic battle.

What drew Guilliman's attention, however, was the horror of what had happened to the warrior.

The corpses of dead Space Marines were covered with swelling moss of flesh.

This is a trace of warp pollution.

"I have closed the subspace channel, why is this?" Guilliman frowned.

In previous cases of demonic invasions, as long as the subspace channel was closed, the subspace pollution that came with the demons would quickly disappear and be corrected by the laws of the real universe.

And now, the warp pollution continues after the warp channel is closed, which has obviously become abnormal.

"There is too little information so far. The only thing that is certain is that the closer you get to Terra, the weaker the veil between the subspace and the real universe is. Some things are going beyond the Emperor's influence and continue to oppress Terra. Babu The galaxies are just spillover effects of that force," Roshan said.

He could feel an undercurrent surging around Terra.

Those demons lurking in the depths of the warp seem to be plotting a terrible plan.

This time, their target is Terra, the sacred home of humanity.

While Guilliman was talking to Roshan, there was a sudden change in the corpse of the Space Marine.

The surging moss gradually swelled and slowly burst, giving birth to a group of clumsy, blind, and fierce flesh and blood spider monsters.

Dense eyes grow on their fleshy bodies.

As soon as they were born, they showed hostility to the humans standing aside, hissing sounds from their weird mouthparts, and greed and violence in their eyes.

Guilliman's personal guards attacked immediately and smashed them all to pieces.

To them, this is a monster so weak that even ordinary people can easily kill it.

But Guilliman did frowned, showing a worried look.

Terra has the Emperor, but beings try to do it.

I'm afraid that the opponent is targeting the Emperor.

I thought it was just a duel between him and the elites of Terra, but now it seems that the situation will not be so simple.

Those who dared to attack the emperor must be able to do so only the power of chaos at the level of the Four Gods.

Banned for one chapter.

No choice but to repost.

If you see a chapter with the same name in the future, you can skip it directly.

For the brothers who ordered repeatedly, I can only say sorry.

There is really no other way, I can’t make amends, I can only resend,