Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The Beta-Garmon galaxy is a multi-spawn galaxy.

The stars burning with blue and white flames control the six planets by virtue of celestial gravity.

Among them, planet No. 5 of the Beta-Galmon galaxy is the most precious.

With the excellent void port and unique void gravity, this planet has become a prosperous world.

A large number of floating platforms and space foundries and smelting factories are suspended in the low-earth orbit of the planet.

More than 30% of the troops from Terra are stationed here.

A large number of transport ships travel between the ground and the sky like bee swarms.

"For Terra and Mars."

As the leader of the knight family, Hanto raised his arms and shouted, and the other knights followed suit.

They belong to the Taranis family.

This ancient family originated from Mars.

The ancestors of this ancient family are in control of the first knight armor of the prototype of the Dark Age of Technology.

The Taranis family will always fight for humanity.

This is an oath that is melted in their blood, and every child of the Taranis family will never forget it.

From the ancient long night to the great crusade, they always choose human beings instead of glory and power.

This fine character has made this family suffer a lot.

All the way to the brink of extinction.

But this family still walked down tenaciously, unlike other families who were enslaved on their Mechanical Throne because of various crimes.

They maintained their independence, and gained the respect of the Mechanicus and Terra by virtue of their achievements.

During the Horus Heresy, civil strife broke out on Mars, causing the entire Taranis family to be nearly wiped out.

After that battle that hurt both sides, there were only two knights left in the whole family.

One of them was seriously injured and could only rely on machinery to continue his life.

It was once on the verge of extinction.

However, the Taranis family still survived that darkest moment and once again became the staunch guardians of mankind.

"For humanity."

Han Tuo silently recited the family oath in his heart, he will die for human beings and for loyalty, and this will never change.

A mechanical reminder sounded in the wide bulkhead, urging the knights to leave the cabin as soon as possible.

In the flickering lights, dozens of Mechanical Thrones were under the red lights, waiting for the activation of the knights.

The knight mechs are also all fixed in the frame composed of thick mechanical arms and thick hydraulic pipes.

They lie dormant, waiting to be awakened.

With the prompt sound, the hatch on the other side slowly opened with the hiss of the hydraulic pipeline.

The transport ship they were on had already landed on the ground, and the driver was waiting for the knights to take the mecha away before transporting the next batch of passengers.

Hanto stepped towards his mechanical throne and walked over.

His hair was combed back into a big back, and it was specially waxed, which made him look very beautiful.

The nerve entrance on the forehead is clearly visible without any obstruction.

Several followers were trotting, closely following behind him.

"Knights. Let's go, let the world see the style of the Taranis family." Hanto shouted.

After shouting, he stretched out his hand to the side.

A retinue put the helmet on his hand.

Hanto put it on his head, letting the padding completely wrap around the skull.

The transparent, impurity-free eyepiece blocked his eyes, the sealing buckle was locked, and the nerve interface was automatically connected, pierced into his skull, and connected to his nerves.

The buzzing sound of the machine came from the back of the head, and the communication device diagram emerged, and all the knights of the Taranis family here were connected to the same channel.

Hanto walked to his mechanical throne and sat on it.

The nerve cables of the Mechanical Throne stretched automatically, biting their ports like snakes.

Become one with the knight.

More data was displayed in front of Hanto.

With a rumbling sound, the mechanical arm hangs down from the ceiling of the transport ship, grabs the Mechanical Throne, and then embeds it into the knight's mech.

Wait until the icons for the connection are completed to light up one by one, the hatch cover will automatically fall, and the snap sound will sound, sealing it tightly.

Purified air hissed in from the ventilation duct, replacing the chaotic air and increasing the cabin pressure.

The connection interface of the nerve impulse device emerged, and a large amount of information flooded into the knight's mind.

In an instant, Hanto could feel his body and the knight titan becoming one.

He could no longer feel his flesh and blood.

At this moment, his body is a mechanical body made of pure gold and various high-strength synthetic metals.

The Knight Titan and his mind are still as inseparable as a glove is to a hand, and man and machine are one.

At this moment, he turned into a metal giant, clenched the iron fist of the gun, and the high temperature of the plasma reactor replaced the beating of his heart.

"For the Emperor, for Omnissia," Hantor yelled, full of conviction.

Many knights also shouted through the mechanical generators in response to the patriarch.

"go ahead."

Following his words, the knight titan's feet were bare, and the mechanical clamps used to fix it on his waist and shoulders all fell off.

Under the control of the knight, the knight titan started to move.

They walked towards the surface of the planet Beta-Garmon V.

Knight Titans formed a neat phalanx, carrying a strong sense of oppression.

When the knights marched out, the soldiers of the nearby Star Guards felt a palpitation caused by depression.

Knights are symbols of destruction, wherever they appear, they are the enemy's nightmare.

Their existence also deters other troops, never have the idea of ​​betraying the Emperor, otherwise, they will destroy you utterly.

And not far from the Taranis family, a large titan was being released from the titan transport ship.

They're bigger and more punchy.

The tall and majestic steel body is a symbol of the destructive power of the god of all opportunities.

Those titans just standing there are enough to make mortals feel fear and uneasiness.

Many members of the Taita Order also descended to the surface along the transport ship.

This time, Mars sent the two most important Titan Orders over.

An all-female Jiaoyang Legion.

And the Firebee Legion known as the Executioner of Mars.

These two Titan legions are well-known in the empire.

Perhaps, this is fate.

During the Great Crusade, the Jiaoyang Legion had a tragic fight with the Titan Legion on the rebel side.

The location is also on the planet Beta-Garmon 5.

It was a battle that brought together most of the Empire's forces.

More than 90% of the members of the Jiaoyang Legion lost their lives here.

Only the daughter of the mistress of the legion evacuated with some members of the order and returned to defend the solar system.

The loss rate of every unit that participated in that battle was astonishingly terrible.

But with that sacrifice, the Loyalists shattered Horus' desire to defeat the Emperor quickly in the Beta-Garmon system, turning the Blitzkrieg into a protracted one.

Horus was forced to push forward little by little, fighting for years.

The Ultramarines complete their replenishment, allowing the Loyalists to overwhelm the Traitors.

Among the many battles in the era of the Horus Rebellion, the Beta-Garmon galaxy was the most tragic and also the most important battle.

It determines the direction of human destiny.

Now, it will also determine the future destiny of mankind.

To follow the path of the nobles of Terra, or to follow the path of Guilliman.

The crisis this time is no less than ten thousand years ago.

Once Guilliman compromised, everything would return to the way it was.

Perhaps the Primarch could still hold supreme power in the Imperium, but everything would change.

The reformation will be cancelled, and mankind will continue to move forward in the glory of the God of Might and the Emperor.

If Guilliman hadn't compromised, the empire would break free from the old shackles and embark on a new path.

After the transport ship landed and released the God's Machinery it carried, many priests stepped into the transport ship of the Jiaoyang Legion.

A gigantic sarcophagus with flashing lights sits in the highest-level transport pod.

Aisha, the mistress of Jiaoyang Legion, was awakened from the slumber cabin.

She has been sleeping for a long time, and she will only be awakened during the war.

In this way, Mars continues the life of this matron, keeping her in the best condition at all times.

The mechanical priest pulled out the operation data board from the sarcophagus, tapped it with his slender metal fingers, and operated it.

Along with the humming sound, the sound of mechanical gears sounded.

The huge metal hatch was slowly opened, and a woman with a graceful figure and a handsome appearance appeared in front of the mechanical priest.

She is connected by countless cables, lying naked in the sarcophagus, just like the Sleeping Beauty in fairy tales.

The members of the Mechanicum did not respond to the carcass in the sarcophagus that could tempt countless men.

In the eyes of the mechanical priest, this is just a body made of machine flesh and blood, and it doesn't deserve too much attention.

Only before they face the mysterious and mysterious knowledge in their hearts, will they show enthusiasm and human greed.

At other times, the mechanical priest will always maintain a cold look.

The sterile amniotic fluid was withdrawn, and the mechanical priest began the procedure of neural awakening.

With the emergence of countless data and binary codes.

Aisha, who fell into a deep sleep to slow down the decay of her lifespan, opened her eyes.

The data connected to her skull quickly flooded into her mind, helping her to understand the current situation.

The details of the Mars mission were presented to her, and the amount of information was jaw-dropping and shocking.

Aisha never thought that after she had been asleep for so long, the enemy she would fight after waking up was a revived Primarch.

And the place of the battle is the Beta-Galmon galaxy that once determined the fate of the Jiaoyang Legion and mankind.

Faintly, she had a sense of absurdity of fate.

With the assistance of several family servants, Aisha got up.

Years of soaking had made her body incredibly soft, and the moment it came into contact with the air, its pores began to shrink naturally, leaving her skin taut.

Soon, with the help of the mechanical priest, she regained her mobility.

The servants fetched the Matron's equipment and her weapons from the dusty armory.

Her partner, a sleeping Imperial-class Titan, the Goddess of War, also entered the process of awakening and maintenance inspection.

The Goddess of War is a war-torn Titan with countless honors.

In many battles, it is worthy of the title of God of War.

With its fierce and powerful destructive posture, it makes countless enemies tremble, and with its terrifying firepower, it makes the enemies frightened.

As the mistress - Aisha has the highest authority of the Jiaoyang Legion.

She controls the entire Jiaoyang Legion, including members of various knight families and Titans at all levels.

This is an unimaginable power.

The destruction of a planet is only in her mind.

In the galaxy at this time, there are very few forces capable of opposing a Titan Legion.

Even the Chaos Warriors blessed by the gods are no more than ants in front of the Titan Legion, and they can be crushed and killed at will.

The priests were sending pulses of information to each other, and soon they were done with their work.

After checking the Matron Mother's status for the last time, they closed the access panel and hurried away.

Its working process shows a strange synchronization and efficiency.

It took Elsa some time to understand the ins and outs of the battle and digest the amount of information in it.

The revived Primarch took a wrong path, trying to seize the supreme power of the Imperium.

Such a move has threatened the Emperor's rule.

The nobles of Terra fought back vigorously to ensure the stability of the Emperor's rule.

She would fight for the Emperor, to defend Terra against a rebel son who tried to take power from his father.

Just like ten thousand years ago.

Aisha fell into a brief silence, but soon became firm.

The Jiaoyang Legion will stick to this place and will never back down or compromise.

"To defend the Holy Emperor, to defend Terra, we will die as home, and we will sacrifice everything. You are the pillars of the empire, the hope of mankind, and the best defenders of the emperor. Take up your weapons and let out your roar , justice will prevail, the empire will prevail, and the Holy Terra will prevail."

On the airport of planet Beta-Garmon V, a huge holographic projection is speaking to the Star Guards passing by.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Empire launched the most powerful public opinion offensive in history to brainwash the troops participating in the war.

Haster was sitting on a Chimera personnel carrier, looking at the projection solemnly.

As Imperial Chancellor Tyrian said, those guys have gone mad.

Such a huge army was assembled just to fight a battle with a Primarch, forcing the other party to compromise, even at the expense of lifting many historical taboos, and denying the legitimacy and motivation of a Primarch from all angles.

The scale of troops assembled by Terra is so huge that the exit of the airport, which is more than ten kilometers long, is full of Star World Army regiments from all over the world.

When Haast led the Cadia soldiers out of the airport, he saw hundreds of Gorgon transport vehicles forming a long line, loaded with supplies, and dragging artillery.

Leman Russ, Baneblade and other super-heavy tanks formed a row of three, stretching so far that there was no end in sight, rumbling along the road.

Most tanks are equipped with trench rails, dozer blades and air filtration for harsh combat conditions.

These are just the tip of the iceberg, and a large number of regiments have not yet been transported.

Haast inspected the tanks, guessing which regiment they belonged to from their insignia.

There was also a trace of sadness in my heart.

If the empire had been willing to increase its troops to Cadia before, the event of the Great Rift would definitely not have happened.

Unfortunately, there is no if in this world.

Several armored vehicles adorned with grinning skulls with spiked helmets came into view.

He recognized it as an insignia belonging to Krieger's Death Korps.

This is one of the most elite troops of the Imperium of Man.

Anyone who has come into contact with the Krieger Death Korps feels that they are nothing short of a war machine.

They think they are guilty and need to fight to the death to atone for their sins.

Haster looked away.

He sat in the troop carrier, thinking about his next move.

Imperial Prime Minister Tyrian said that he would lobby a group of allies in order to reduce the scale of this civil war and avoid unnecessary casualties of imperial soldiers.

However, before departure, the other party did not give him any information.

He didn't know whether Tyrian was trying to avoid the surveillance of other high lords, or whether the Imperial Chancellor had given up the idea of ​​supporting the Primarch and joined the ranks of the corrupt bureaucrats of the Empire.

"My lord, there is a secret report." A personal guard trotted over, saluted Haster, and handed him the data pad in his hand.

Haster took it over to look at it, and then showed a smile.

This is the list of personnel from the same camp and some orders sent to him by Tyrian.

Opponents of this civil war were not in the minority.

They were originally in a state of disunity, and their hearts were extremely confused.

But under Tyrian's lobbying, they finally stood together firmly, ready to stop this disaster that is enough to determine life and death for human beings.

Tyrian sent the list of some vacillating generals to Haster, asking him to continue lobbying these people and dismantling the plans of the dignitaries of Terra.

"Humans should not fight each other." Haster read out what Tyrian had left him.

The Reich Chancellor had chosen to betray his own class, he had chosen to remain true to his oath.

Haster could imagine what Tyrian was feeling when he wrote this sentence.

The formation of fighter planes bearing the emblem of the Minotaur Chapter flew out of the flagship in low-Earth orbit and rushed to the surface of the planet.

The airflow in the atmosphere scraped against the outer shell of the fighter plane, making whistling sounds.

It's like howling wolves distorted in the wind.

Asian, the head of the Mitauno Chapter, was fixed in the mechanical clamps of the fighter plane, so as to maintain stability during the bumpy airborne process.

He read the High Lord's orders.

"This is a war with no winners, and we have become tools of politics." The chaplain of the war group said angrily, "Such a large-scale war will shatter the human empire, and make those demons and traitors laugh loudly .”

"Isn't the mission of our creation all like this? A weapon forged for the glory of the emperor, and exists to defend the authority of the empire." Asian responded to the priest's anger, "Other things have little to do with us , our task is to carry out Terra's orders."

"If it's for the Emperor, then we shouldn't be here," said the chapter chaplain.

"We have no choice." Asian shook his head, "The high lords left us for this purpose, they need a sharp blade that does not belong to any Primarch, which constitutes our gene seed, and does not belong to any war group , is a chimeric gene seed specially created by the mechanical sages of Mars, do you want all the brothers to lose control?"

"Want those brothers to turn their backs on Chaos and the glory of the Emperor, like other Chapters that cursed the Founding? We have no choice."

The Minotaur Chapter came into existence on the twenty-first founding, which the Inquisitors and other Chapters called the Founding of the Damned.

All battle groups that built their army at that time will end in a dark ending.

Many Chapters of the Empire believe that the 21st Chapter has been tainted since its birth.

This also made it impossible for the 21st founding regiment to establish friendly relations with other allies.

Many warbands were discriminated against and censored by the Empire.

Once a mutation occurs, it will lead to the purge of the Imperial Inquisition and other friendly war groups.

As a result, many wargroups fell into despair amid discrimination and targeting, and chose to seek refuge in Chaos.

The Minotaur war group was also a product of that army building, but they have always been favored by the high lords, and have never been embarrassed by the imperial bureaucracy.

Many of these crimes enough to warrant excommunication were sanctified by the high lords and their records expunged.

Their price is to become the private army of the high lord council in exchange for the support of the empire.

The Minotaur war group is not without mutations, but has been suppressing those mutations with the help of Martian technology.

Some unqualified recruits will also be executed directly at the beginning.

The chapter chaplain sighed, and finally dropped the rebuttal.

They need to fight for Terra.

There is no choice.

Located in the hive city of planet Beta-Garmon V.

A meeting will be held here.

Because of the distance, the leaders of each army chose to use projection to hold meetings.

Accompanied by the roar of machinery, indistinct figures appeared in the dim hall.

The body that flickers from time to time is like a ghost.

The eyes are empty and lifeless, and the limbs are no more than hazy curves made of haze of light.

The circular projector installed on the wall made the sound of mechanical rotation, and the ticking computing array was also processing the influx of data at high speed.

The picture is sometimes sharp and sometimes out of focus.

After adjusting for a while, a vivid projection finally appeared in the hall.

The advanced technology of Mars is used here to make every projected character appear lifelike, as if it were made naturally, without any artificial traces.

The depicted speed of light and jagged interference are hard to find, but because of the darkness in the hall, they all emit a faint glow, which shows that they are the ghosts of the holographic projection.

Controllers from the knight family, Titan order, star army, battle group and many other forces gathered here.

As they appeared, a large-scale holographic projection gradually took shape in flickering, showing the Beta-Garmon galaxy composed of gas giants, terrestrial planets, and stars and asteroid belts.

Beta-Garmon is a very prosperous galaxy.

In addition to the nodes located in the Warp Lane, it also yields a large amount of resources.

Such as rare metals mined from gaseous planets.

In the vast void of the Beta-Garmon galaxy, there are a large number of shipyards and industrial foundries suspended.

Dotted the galaxy like pearls.

Wait until the galaxy projection is stable and everything will be ready.

The projections came online one after another, but the meeting site was extremely silent.

Everyone looked at each other but couldn't speak, and soon fell into silence again.

It was not until a moment later that a voice sounded.

"Who will be the commander in chief of this operation."

The nobles of Terra assembled this huge legion as quickly as possible.

But they don't have much experience in dispatching such a huge army.

After all, they think more about how to keep their power.

As for the chain of command of an army, logistics supplies and other issues, they can't think of so much.

If an army of this size could be perfectly coordinated, they would not have to fear that Guilliman would purge them.

What they want is to throw this army into the Beta-Garmon galaxy in exchange for the capital to negotiate with Guilliman.

Never thought, who will coordinate such a magnificent army.

Without a primarch-level figure and overwhelming influence, who can coordinate such a huge army in a short period of time and convince everyone.

"It should be ruled by Mars. We are proficient in data and can make the most rational judgments and decisions." A mechanical sage who replaced his legs with the Destroyer anti-gravity engine platform said.

His heavy body was suspended there, and many weapons moved with the sound of pistons and gears.

"This is war, not data calculation." A military general retorted unceremoniously.

"There is no difference," said the Mechanicus. "Rationality and data can help us win."

"If that's the case, the Mechanicus should have defeated Chaos and become invincible in the galaxy, why not?"

The general sneered, and then changed the topic.

"It is my opinion that the admiral appointed by Admiral Mereda will be in command of the campaign."

"The Astral Army will never obey your orders. Bless the Emperor, it is absolutely a nightmare for you to command this war. Your light spears will never hit the enemy, and the ones you hit will always be your own people."

A prominent figure in the Astra Militarum rebutted the naval general's proposal.

The Army and Navy have always been at odds, they don't like each other.

Each family has fixed which camp they belong to since the meeting of their ancestors.

The dragon begets the dragon, the phoenix begets the phoenix, the mouse's son is in the mouse hole.

The solar star field is different from other star fields with frequent wars.

Under the protection of the Emperor, the Sun Star Field has always been relatively stable.

If there are alien or chaotic forces that can hit the solar star field, it will also arouse the vigilance of other star fields and provide support.

Overall, compared to other star regions, the solar system is considered peaceful.

For this reason, many aristocratic families will send their children to their own faction to take their place.

In peacetime, use your own political capital to help him advance quickly, and transfer him away before the war, ensuring the stability of the family inheritance to the greatest extent.

Therefore, the deeper you go into Terra, the more intertwined the family power becomes. Basically, several generations of a family will enter the same system and control resources.

Compared with those war-torn star regions, they are more fair, and those at the bottom have a better chance to climb to the top.

Several forces quarreled for a long time, but they were unable to decide on the commander-in-chief this time.

As for Mars, it is hoped that the Mechanicus will control this army.

And the navy and army also have their own ideas.

Some generals, backed by Hong Shang and the Ministry of the Interior, were also unwilling to compromise.

Several parties were arguing.

Difficult to reach consensus.

As for the high lords who did not appoint the supreme commander at the beginning, the reason was that they could not reach an agreement.

You know, the cards of the entire Terra elite are placed in the Beta-Galmon galaxy.

Once the supreme commander is the spokesperson of a certain force, he will consume their hole cards unscrupulously while keeping his own. The result can be imagined.

Even if Guilliman is forced to compromise with Terra, maintain the current situation, stop reforming, and destroy the core interests of the powerful.

They will also be squeezed out of the core layer by other high lords because they have no foundation.

In this way, wouldn't it be making wedding dresses for others?

When the high lords chose the commander, they also considered various reasons, and they all hoped that the representative representing their forces could become the commander.

In the end, of course, no consensus was reached.

At least until the army assembled in the Beta-Garmon galaxy, they failed to reach an agreement, and it is estimated that there will be no day when they will reach an agreement.

Haster was honored to participate in this meeting.

Seeing that those guys are still fighting for power and profit in the current situation, and protecting their own interests to the greatest extent, it made him firmer in Ty Ryan's point of view.

The empire needs to change, and those corrupt inheritance families have reached the time to withdraw from the stage of history, otherwise the empire will die, and mankind will die.

The human empire needs a big cleansing, to live to death, to break up and then to build.

Even a civil war, tearing humanity apart, would do more good than maintain the status quo.

The empire needs an iron fist to smash the rotten system, and the rotten ideas will rebuild everything new.

"That's enough, stop the unnecessary quarrel." The mistress of the Jiaoyang Legion said, raising her voice to silence the brawlers present, "The quarrel can't make us reach an agreement, let Terra decide the position of supreme commander .Now, our task is to complete our mission and stand firm. We are fighting against a Primarch, who was once the god of war who walked among the stars, and can command a huge legion at his fingertips. You continue Continuing to quarrel will only make us more vulnerable, not to mention dealing with the offensive of a Primarch, it will only make us more laughable, let the other party easily step over our corpses, walk onto the land of Terra, and take away The emperor's crown."

Aisha's words made everyone fall into silence.

But soon, a discordant voice came.

"A woman, a waste who can only stay dormant in a nutrition tank, what qualifications does she have to educate us." A young general said angrily, "The Jiaoyang Titan Legion has not been dispatched for hundreds of years, do you still remember the war?" How should I fight?"

Elsa's projection remained silent for a short while, and then she looked at the general, "For the first time, I forgive your ignorance and offense. Even if the Jiaoyang Legion is still a mechanical servant, it is better than you, a rich man who relies on the power of the family .”

"You." The young general felt humiliated.

This damn woman compared him, an elite with excellent family heritage, to a machine slave.

This is a stain on the honor of his family.

If so, in Terra right now, he would draw his gun and kill the other party without hesitation.

"Shut up, Caleb." Next to the young general, an old general who seemed to be of high authority said, preventing the other party from continuing to speak nonsense.

With this episode, Aisha also realized that this meeting was futile.

After a while, her communication was shut down.

This meeting is pointless.

The image of the mistress of the Jiaoyang Legion flickered a few times before disappearing.

Seeing someone leaving early, many generals also disconnected from the communication.

The Mechanicus sage said in a mechanized voice, "Stupid and selfish, without faith." Then the communication was also cut off.

One image after another disappeared, and the hall re-entered darkness.

In the end, only the young general named Caleb looked at the position of the mistress of the Jiaoyang Legion and said indignantly, "There is nothing to be arrogant about, isn't it just a dog controlled by Mars."

After cursing, he cut off the communication.

Haster stepped out of his tent.

"General." A personal guard saluted.

Haster nodded, then walked into the distance, he had to find someone to talk to.

Tyrian gave him a list.

Now is the time to use this list.

He had already left Terra, and even if he was exposed, other troops would not dare to act rashly.

Cadians are not afraid of them.

Hovering on the Stormspear mothership in low Earth orbit.

The current head of the Fist of the Empire - Vladimir, with his upper body naked, revealing strong and powerful muscles like a python.

At this moment, he was training profusely in the training cage.

Under his tenacious will and instinctive fighting skills, the trainer slave was suppressed almost immobile.

"Don't forget, Vladimir, you are the second Imperial Fist. As for the crisis that the first Imperial Fist encountered in history and why it was destroyed, you are well aware. Terra has already arrived It's time for no change, I hope you are on the right side, even if Lord Dorne returns from recovery, he will not be willing to see his sons attack his brother, Lord Guilliman, for the sake of power."

When Vladimir was about to win, Tyrian's words appeared in his mind, and he was taken aback.

The training machine slave seized the opportunity, broke free from his attack, and swung the long sword embedded in the bone towards his neck.

Vladimir had fought so many battles, and this blow, enough to kill a recruit, was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

He squatted down to dodge the blow, then threw himself on the servitor, stabbed the opponent's skull with the weapon in his hand, and won.

But there was no joy on his face, he was no longer suitable for training.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Standing outside the training cage, the first company commander of the Imperial Fist, Lysander looked at the chapter leader and asked with concern.

With years of veteran experience, he could tell that Vladimir was distracted.

That's deadly for a Space Marine.

"I was bothered by something," Vladimir said.

"Is this a war?"

"Yes, I am a little confused. Maybe we should not leave Terra and come here. Even if the high lord orders, we should refuse without hesitation. Our father made an agreement after the end of the Horus rebellion , the vow never to fight brothers again. I wonder if we have broken that vow.”

"I'm also confused. It's ridiculous that we gathered here to attack a Primarch. After this war, no matter what the outcome is, the empire will be torn apart," said First Company Commander Lysander , "The Ultramarines have the largest number of sub-chapters, they are the mainstay of the Empire, and Terra has rendered their Primarch as a demon, they will feel humiliated and will react."

"My thoughts are the same as yours. Maybe we are wrong. Standing on the wrong side, we fight for the bureaucrats we once hated and maintain their rule." Vladimir said, "Before departure, we must Ryan asked to meet with me, he hoped that the Imperial Fists would give up their actions against the antigens, and turn back before the war to break up this civil war, for some complicated reasons, I did not reply to him.”

"Perhaps he is right," said Lysander. "We have all been through the Battle of Cadia. It was a sad war. The Empire could have stopped the Marauder. We need a regime that can move quickly. Discover the crisis and resolve the crisis quickly. We can no longer waste too much time on meaningless infighting, those bureaucratic games have nothing to do with us, we are just warriors, sworn to fight for humanity and the Emperor. And the power of Terra have strayed from that.”

Vladimir was silent for a long time, before finally speaking, "Summon the subgroups that belong to the Imperial Fist, I need to listen to their opinions."

The Imperial Fist sits in Terra, and in the solar system, most of them are sub-groups separated from the Imperial Fist, as well as battle groups that use the Imperial Fist gene seed.

In this operation, out of the 15 battle groups that came out, more than half of them were sub-groups of the Imperial Fist.

The Imperial Fists only sent the Chapter Leader and First Company Commander, as well as soldiers from two companies.

It can only be regarded as helping out, not the main force, so it is not counted among the fifteen battle groups.

But the Imperial Fist is the mother group and has a huge influence.

Captain Lysander hurried away.

Vladimir made his way to his armory, where Chapter servants had been waiting for a long time to put him in his battle armor so that he could meet the leaders of the other Chapters.

Tyra.

The bottom of the hive.

Lying on a stone dais, Nava let members of the Brotherhood draw those profane runes on his strong body.

"Eternal Lord of Brass, Master of Blood and Fire, God of War and Slaughter, please listen to the call of believers, we will offer you souls that yearn for destruction and blood, and ask you to guide the way of redemption. "

A man in a blood-colored robe shouted frantically, then cut Nava's palm open, and used a dagger to carve a symbol belonging to the blood god on his chest.

Nava endured the pain without making a sound.

The Blood God is never stingy with his blessings, and the only thing for believers to do is to prove that they are worthy of blessings.

The blood god values ​​courage and the unyielding anger in the hearts of his followers.

Nava already possesses both of these.

He is furious because of the corrupt system of the empire, and he has enough courage to resist the rule of the corpse emperor.

The Blood God will gladly accept his soul and enlighten him on the way to destroy the human empire.

Suddenly, gunshots came from outside.

The law enforcement officers of the Ministry of Justice got clues and locked the place of worship of the Brass Brotherhood.

The well-trained imperial law enforcement forces slaughtered those who dared to betray the emperor with the help of drones and advanced equipment.

The Brotherhood of Brass is no match for the Imperial Justice Department at all.

"We have to evacuate."

A man hurried in.

"Wait a little longer." The man in charge of the sacrifice said, "He is about to receive the blood god's gift, Terra will belong to the blood god, a great era will begin, and the corpse emperor's rule will end."

Law enforcement forces are extremely fast.

The Brass Brotherhood recruited all low-level people. They didn't have good weapons and fighting qualities, so they were quickly beaten to pieces.

Dead bodies are everywhere.

All poor people in rags.

An official from the Ministry of Justice stepped past the corpse, covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief to avoid the pungent smell of blood from disturbing him.

"These damned bedbugs are all damned, won't they learn to serve the Emperor like nobles?"

"You trash, settle the matter here as soon as possible. Tonight, I still have a reception to entertain."

The official of the Ministry of Justice mentioned the belt around his fat body impatiently.

The law enforcement troops didn't dare to refute this high-ranking figure with great power behind them, so they could only speed up, defeat the traitors with crude weapons, and rushed into the last room.

Get ready to deal with those traitors and end this battle.

However, in the next second, their self-confidence was shattered.

The screams sounded continuously.

Several law enforcers escaped in panic, their bodies trembling from the scene just now.

Those who failed to escape were reduced to shattered flesh as a monstrous massacre slaughtered them.

Nava felt that endless anger was burning, and this anger would not be subsided until he was completely killed.

A horrific, unimaginable will rejoices in the bloodshed he inflicts.

But not enough, far from enough.

He needs to sacrifice more blood to continue to please the other party.

He let out a roar, and then walked out of the hall covered in blood.

The first time Nava walked out, he saw the official.

The official who burned his friend to death and slit the throats of two children and a neighbor.

A cruel smile appeared on Nava's face, it was a smile about to take revenge.

Praise be to the Great Blood God, who has been given this opportunity.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull seat."

Nava snarled, then grabbed the machete in his hand and charged at the terrified law enforcement officers.

Behind him, remnants of the Brotherhood of Brass also rushed out.

They rushed to the law enforcement forces, shouting the slogan that the false emperor is dead and the blood god should be established.