Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Crazy thugs storm everything.

Like a torrent that washed away.

Those law enforcement officers were instantly engulfed by the torrent and screamed.

The official was dumbfounded as he watched the Ministry of Justice's law enforcement force being torn apart by the mob.

Law enforcement officers and soldiers in uniform were slaughtered by the mob with various weapons.

The weapons of those thugs were very simple, holding labor tools and improvised spears in their hands.

There are also some holding spiked braziers, chanting the blood god's slogan frantically.

Some strong-looking, smart thugs held crude charging devices that spun plasma energy in their hands.

These weapons are so primitive.

Logically, he shouldn't have any fear.

But he was still afraid.

Because these thugs are all crazy and fearless, like those religious believers who launched a holy war.

They follow a man covered in blood.

The opponent rushed through the intertwined firepower with swift speed, like a wild wolf being thrown into a herd of lambs.

The man stabbed the dagger in his hand into the soldier's throat, and the whole process was smooth and smooth, full of the strange beauty of killing.

Like a butcher, cutting up his prey.

The fat on the official's body was trembling.

He let out a scream, then turned and ran to the legal department's car.

You have to get out of this damn place right now.

Come back with a stronger force.

He'll make these bloody thugs pay.

Let them know how terrible it is to disobey the Emperor.

But before he took a few steps, a rocket fired with flames, passed by his fat body, and hit the car of the law enforcement department.

Then there was a booming explosion.

Flames soared into the sky, illuminating a large area.

The remaining soldiers and law enforcement officers were killed in the explosion.

Officials watched as they were blown away by the horrific explosion, dying horribly.

Some were even blown to pieces, with blood and minced meat scattered all over the ground, like a Shura field.

Such a horrific scene made the official tremble even more. He was dumbfounded and stood there not knowing what to do.

He no longer had the arrogance he had before.

After a long while, like a wild dog with a broken spine, he knelt down and begged the thugs not to hurt him.

"Pay the price." Nava walked step by step, with never-ending anger in his eyes.

He thought of his good friend, a simple and honest man, who just wanted to prevent the merchants from raising prices so excessively, so he was declared a heretic, sentenced to fire, and burned to death.

He thought of those two children, young and ignorant, crying for their father's death, and finally, in ignorance, their throats were cut and killed.

He thought of his female neighbor, she was full of hope for this world, and in the end she was reduced to prostitution, just asking for a morsel of food to survive.

She has lived so humble.

But also suffer from the same kind of killing.

Such a rotten, foul-smelling, and hopeless empire, why does it exist?

Nava walked towards the official step by step.

His killing, his cruelty brought more blessings.

On his body, the aura of the subspace became stronger and stronger.

Bone spurs protruded from under his skin, piercing his epidermis bloody.

The nava were completely corrupted and turned into minions of Chaos.

His rage grew stronger and overwhelmed what little reason he had left.

He just wants to destroy, he just wants to destroy everything he sees.

Vent the endless anger in my heart, completely flatten everything, let it burn, and drown in my own blood.

"Don't you like catching cultists very much?" Nava walked over step by step, and said in a cruel tone.

All the soldiers who tried to stop him were killed by him. Their bodies fell to the ground, and the dark red blood flowed and gathered into puddles, which was shocking.

With a dagger, Nava easily harvested the lives of those soldiers, letting them die in terror and despair.

As he kills, the dagger and his arm become one.

Form an even weirder flesh and blood sword blade.

Nava was very satisfied with this, he wanted to sacrifice more blood for that existence, and asked for more blessings.

"You traitor, the emperor will always spurn you." The official shouted, his tone crazy.

Nava, distorted by the power of the subspace, is like a monster who came out of a nightmare.

His arm melted into the dagger, and his body melted into something even more hideous.

Bone spurs grew out from under his flesh and blood, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.

The officials were terrified, and their voices trembled, without the arrogance they had before.

As Nava approached, he even urinated involuntarily.

The luxurious clothes and uniforms were instantly soaked.

"I don't care if the corpse emperor will spurn me, nor will I accept his mercy and salvation."

Nava's smile grew crueler.

He stepped over, and the dagger that merged into one body stretched and became longer, dripping with blood.

"You can't do this, do you know who my father is?" the officer yelled.

It's a pity that this hole card that has been repeatedly upset has failed this time.

Nava didn't care who the official's father was.

Who does it matter?

He no longer cared about the corpse emperor's redemption.

Those corrupt bureaucrats can no longer impose their stupidity on him.

Nava, covered in blood, walked over, and he lifted the fat official up with only one hand.

"Blood of the vile, please my god," said Nava, thrusting the spike into the officer's neck.

Bloodletting like butchering a pig.

Blood spurted out.

Nava also yelled frantically.

The pleasure of revenge made him growl uncontrollably.

The human side also becomes fragmented.

Once, he was just an ordinary person who wanted to live a stable life.

It's a pity that this world didn't give him the chance to be a good person.

The corpse emperor's rule forced him to choose to stand up and resist.

Praise the Blood God, praise the Brotherhood of Brass.

Otherwise, I will have no power to complete revenge.

At this moment, Nava dedicated his soul to that unknown terrifying existence.

Even if he is enslaved forever, he will not hesitate, just to overthrow the corpse emperor's rule.

His distortion intensified.

There are more and more non-human organs.

Eyes and mouths were melted down and reshaped into grotesque shapes.

It's ugly and scary, but incredibly powerful.

With the help of Nava, the Brass Brotherhood came out in full force, killing the soldiers of the law enforcement forces. They took their weapons and shot them.

Riots spread.

Blood and chaos ensues.

The shortage of materials, the strong pressure from the Ministry of Justice, and the indifference of the powerful to the life and death of the bottom, on the contrary, support those merchants to secretly manipulate prices.

Every time people's grievances are accumulated.

Until now, this resentment was ignited by the Brass Brotherhood and erupted like a volcano.

Desperate people came from all directions and joined the ranks of the mob.

They crazily charged at the law enforcement forces, destroying everything they could see.

Like lunatics, they vented their dissatisfaction and anger.

Want to reduce everything to ashes.

The Imperial forces reacted quickly, and the airship whizzed by with the whine of its engines.

Counter-insurgency troops in imperial uniforms and advanced combat aids jumped from the sky, crushing the thugs who had fallen into madness with an efficient massacre.

Nava saw the soldiers ruthlessly suppressing those they were supposed to protect, punishing all who rioted as treason to the Emperor.

He could see the anger on the faces of the soldiers, who were yelling all kinds of words, as if they were confused about why the thugs fought so bravely.

Nava, who turned into a monster, rushed over. He wanted to vent his anger and offer more sacrifices to that great being.

He has nothing to fear and no scruples.

Only killing, only blood.

When the cry of the despairing is not heard, it resorts to destruction.

Let everything burn.

Burning fiercely, soaked in endless blood.

As the power of the warp spread, more and more thugs were twisted into abominable monsters.

They came together and attacked the Imperial forces, tearing them limb from limb.

Unfortunately, the riots started by the Brotherhood of Brass were eventually suppressed.

Two golden guards holding halberds descended from the sky, sweeping away everything like ancient demon gods of destruction.

Nava knew of those guys' existence.

They are the emperor's personal guards hidden in the palace, possessing the power and skill to strangle everything.

Hundreds of thugs were easily swept away, and their limbs were cut off in an instant. The bloody scene made people shudder.

A heavy armored vehicle controlled by mobs was pierced by a heavy halberd, and then cut in two.

Even a distorted monster could hardly block the power of a single blow. It was instantly beheaded and torn into countless pieces.

"The golden man."

"Here they come."

Some thugs shouted.

The voice is desperate.

They are very aware of what they are facing.

Nava wanted to rush up to prove his devotion to the blood god.

It's a pity that before he got close, his body was shattered by the explosive bomb sprayed from the halberd, and the remnant body fell from where it was.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god."

Nava let out a final growl.

Vent dissatisfaction and anger.

The power of the corpse emperor's lackeys is so powerful.

But he firmly believed that one day the Blood God would crush them.

On the city wall, Marshal Valanor of the Forbidden Army watched the magnificent outer city of the palace.

Countless structures tower over the lands of Terra.

It goes on and on, with no end in sight.

A foundry emitting black smoke.

Tall and majestic religious buildings.

Gothic spiers belonging to the powerful families.

There are countless.

Among them, the most majestic city is the Senate of the Empire, which is the apex of the entire city.

Its appearance is as black as ink, and there are still mottled scars on it.

It is as old as the history of the empire, like a majestic mountain, standing on Terra, symbolizing the stable rule of the empire for thousands of years.

The majestic Lion's Gate and the tall city walls stand tall, and the troops stationed there are enough to crush all enemy attacks.

The majestic city wall guarding the palace stretches for hundreds of kilometers. Even if all the ten thousand husband regiments are dispatched, there will be no one to patrol.

In addition, it is impossible for all ten thousand regiments to perform patrol tasks.

At most, only one-half of the Ten Thousand Regiments will be performing garrison tasks.

The Forbidden Army is not just protecting the Emperor, they sometimes need to guard some secrets.

For example, dangerous elements imprisoned in the dungeon and various items infested with the evil forces of the warp.

For this reason, the Empire also has a large number of mortal soldiers to make up for the sparse number of Custodians.

Valano surveyed the Senate, scanning the walls filled with legions of mortals.

Then he turned his gaze to the other side.

The fire was lit there.

The shouts of the mob echoed through the buildings.

The troops in charge of the suppression flew through the sky in airships and rushed towards the places where the flames appeared.

Valanor doesn't care about these, those rebellions have nothing to do with him, at least in terms of the current scale, it's not worth his shot.

He is the guardian of the throne, the Emperor's bodyguard, not the savior of the empire.

The Custodian has no intention of filling such a role.

He serves only the will of the Emperor.

Several imperial guards passed by.

Their task was to prevent the rebellion from expanding and threatening the palace's security system.

The imperial army will not do anything about it, they have their own thing to do, and that is to defend the most precious thing in the world of the throne.

Their most important duty is to protect the great man who gave everything for mankind and suffered so much that he is still suffering today.

Many people think that maybe the Golden Throne is just a chair made of gold.

Like the kind of chair a king of a wild world would make.

I don't understand why the Forbidden Army has to spend such a high price to protect it.

Valano did not explain this.

Those mortals imagined the Golden Throne as a chair of power placed in a luxurious palace, surrounded by the glittering wealth of the galaxy.

In their imaginations, there may be ministers walking across the jeweled floor, whispering state affairs.

This idea is so wrong and absurd.

Valano didn't even have any confidence to change this ridiculous imagination.

The Golden Throne guarded by the Custodians is not a single thing.

Nor is it a golden chair in the room.

Its structure is like the roots of a tree, extending to the entire inner court.

Sprawl down into forbidden basements and climb up to the tallest peaks.

Its power coils are the size of a city.

The mountain was reshaped to accommodate its foundation.

Those Mechanicists who have been working tirelessly to keep it running have also made many modifications to it during these ten thousand years.

The planet has been completely altered by the presence of the Throne, perforated, smoothed and rebuilt.

The Golden Throne was built by the Emperor during the Great Crusade, and its technology was so complex that none of the sages of the Mechanicus could understand it.

It penetrates deep into the rock formations, beating like an artery in the very organs of the planet itself.

The mechanical structure of the throne occupies a larger area than the outer court of the imperial palace.

It was the emperor's painstaking effort, and it was also a luxurious gift that he planned to give to human beings but ended up aborted.

Magnus' ignorance spoiled everything during the Horus Heresy, leading the Emperor to abandon the Webway project and shut down most of its facilities.

Only the core structure of the inner court remained, used to maintain the seal of the entrance to the webway.

In the secret space under the emperor's throne room, the roaring machinery is still running, and it has not stopped after ten thousand years, assisting the emperor to maintain the webway gate and prevent the invasion of demons.

It is difficult for Valanor to describe those sacred machines with words. They have countless mysteries, which the world cannot understand at all, and only the emperor can build them.

Those silent machines represent the salvation that human beings were only one step away from, but lost because of the rebellious heirs.

For this reason, Valanor loathed the Space Marines as potential traitors.

Space Marines are never allowed to set foot in the imperial court.

Valanor didn't like the Primarch either. After all, it was Horus, the emperor's own son, who made the emperor sit on the golden throne, and his life is still worse than death.

He didn't want to support Guilliman, but he also understood that the actions of the High Lord had deviated from the Emperor's vision.

"Now, they dare to attack a loyal Primarch for power. In the future, will they attack the Emperor for power? Greed makes them lose themselves, and the desire for power breeds in their hearts."

Tyrian's words echoed in Valano's mind.

Tyrion wanted the Custodians to side with the Primarch, not the Highlord.

This incident surprised Valano slightly.

He had asked Tyrion why he did that.

"I serve the Emperor to protect the survival of humanity in the dark galaxy, my lord. I cannot do this for selfish purposes."

Tyrian gave him an answer beyond imagination.

It is hard to imagine that such a figure still exists among the corrupt Terran bureaucracy.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

Valanor turned around and saw a Wanfu soldier in golden armor walking from the darkness.

Outside the golden battle armor, there is a black robe representing atonement.

"My lord," said the warrior, and presented a data pad with various data and words flowing on it.

"Varerian, what's the situation?" Valanor asked while checking the intelligence information on the data board.

If someone thinks that the scope of activities of the Forbidden Army is limited to the palace, it is a big mistake.

They secretly control Terra and monitor the solar system.

For ten thousand years they had nip those crises in the bud, before they would grow and grow and endanger the safety of the Emperor.

"The situation is very bad. I traced the chaotic imprint of the Blood God." Valyrian said solemnly, "This riot is just the tip of the iceberg of a bigger conspiracy. Our enemies are lurking in it, forming an undercurrent, bewitching Those stupid and blind people."

"How did the High Lords react to this?"

Valanor moved his eyes away from his shield captain and looked at the prison-like city of Terra.

The majestic giant walls and towers, without exception, are no different from prisons, ancient and huge.

Countless crimes and horrors were concealed by these walls and towers.

"They expressed anger and condemnation, and hoped that the commander-in-chief could participate in the next meeting to discuss how to deal with the endless rebellion."

"Those thugs are ignorant and ignorant. They think that Chaos offers salvation, but they never know that Chaos' promises are always false. There is no way to get rid of suffering, and there is no shortcut to gain power. When they choose to make a deal with Chaos , everything will be taken from them.”

Valanor whispered, "The Highlords are tiresome, they move slowly and ineffectively, and we all suffer from their weaknesses. Go ahead, Valyrian, and keep watching Terra, I have a Good hunch."

"Understood, my lord," said Valyrian, and turned away.

Valanor turned his head and continued to look at the building illuminated by the fire, and a message from the Imperial Daily popped up on the data pad in his hand.

"Our military is ready to meet the biggest treason in the empire, this greedy traitor will be completely defeated in the Beta-Garmon galaxy. "

Beta-Garmon galaxy.

The Chapter Masters of the many sub-chapters of the Imperial Fists have gathered on the Imperial Fists Chapter Master - Vladimir's mothership, the Stormspear.

They came very quickly, and they never hesitated too much about the call of the mother group.

When Vladimir entered the strategic hall, they had already gathered in front of the big table of the parliament.

But when he walked in, all the Chapter Masters stood up to show his respect.

Two mechanical servants adjusted the tactical data for them and input it into the holographic projector.

The holographic projector is installed in the middle of a huge incense burner suspended from the ceiling.

As the equipment was slowly turned on, a light with clear lines like static electricity flickered in the center of the auditorium, gradually taking shape.

A series of data and a large number of images are revealed inside.

Footage of Guilliman fighting the Orcs and Necons in Charadon, footage of the Crusade parades, etc., were all shown.

There is also information on some reformed regions.

Those worlds are all well developed.

Pollution was curbed and green appeared on the surface of the planet.

People's happiness level has begun to increase, and taxation and personnel quality have also improved.

Guilliman's reforms proved effective.

He brought the life people dreamed of.

The young people there are more willing to join the Primarch's expedition team in order to defend the hard-won life.

Many chapter masters examined these images, looked at each other, and they looked at Vladimir with puzzled eyes.

"You are called here to confirm one thing, where we will stand." Vladimir looked around the crowd and whispered, "This is an unjust battle, and we have to determine whether we will violate the law or not." Oath of the Primarch, turning the blade against his brother."

"In order for you to make the most correct choice, I have collected some information about Ultramar and the Indomitable Crusade. Judging from the currently known information, the Indomitable Crusade is the most organized in the Human Empire in the past thousand years. A grand crusade. The Primarch built this massive Legion out of just a few sectors and marshalled resources with great speed."

"In a sense, if the Primarchs are allowed to control the entire empire, the scale of the Indomitable Crusade will be expanded by more than a hundred times. By then, the Indomitable Crusade will be the most grand expedition in the history of the human empire. Perhaps only many Primarchs are still alive. Roam among the stars, the Great Crusade before the Emperor sleeps may overwhelm the Indomitable Crusade led by the Primarch."

Vladimir stood at the main seat and spoke to the commanders of the sub-groups.

Hearing his words, everyone showed a hint of shock and surprise.

They did not expect Vladimir to say this.

"Are you going to defy Terra's orders and take Guilliman's side?" asked a Chapter Master.

"Our Primarch swore after the Horus Heresy that we would never fight against our brothers again," Vladimir said. "Don't forget the blood of Dorn in your body. Are you going to break this oath?"

"But Terra has declared him a traitor," said the Chapter Master of the White Templar.

"That's the question, should we trust Terra's bureaucrats!!" Vladimir said bluntly, "We suffer from their slowness and inefficiency, and become political chips at their table."

"It's a terrible word to betray the Empire."

The other chapter leader's face became solemn. He looked at Vladimir and said in a somewhat uncertain tone.

"No, everyone, this is the time to test us. Choose the high lord, or choose the imperial regent-Guilliman. This is not a betrayal of the empire, the imperial regent is still loyal to the empire, he just wants to save mankind with a strong posture That's all." Vladimir looked at the crowd and whispered.

"He wants to seize the throne of the Emperor and sit on the throne of power in the Empire."

A chapter master retorted, "Terra's side is settled."

"This is slander. He himself is the imperial regent appointed by the emperor. Even if he does not reform or launch an expedition, he can still regain his power." Vladimir said, "The emperor has been asleep for ten thousand years, The Primarch is long gone, and who can deny the power of an Imperial Regent?"

"What do you want to do?" asked the Chapter Master of the White Templar Chapter.

"Do what we should do. Don't forget about the Beast War. Terra was almost destroyed by those bureaucrats. The Imperial Fists destroyed the regiment because of the high lord's stupidity. If the hero Kurland hadn't initiated the High Wall Agreement, I'm afraid Terra has long since fallen. When dealing with the savior, the first thing they thought of was to question the savior, not to reward his achievements. The high lord of Terra accused Kurland of rebuilding the legion, for fear that Kurland would rely on the High Wall Agreement strip them of their power."

Vladimir looked around at the crowd and told the past.

The Beast War is an unforgetable humiliation for every son of Dorne.

The first Imperial Fist mother group perished in that battle.

Terra was only one step away from falling to the orcs.

This is the shame of humanity.

"By the blood of Dorn, gentlemen, do you want to break your oath to the Primarch and meet his brother with swords?" Vladimir asked.

Many chapter masters looked at each other, and no one dared to say that they violated the oath of the Primarch.

"Are we betraying the High Lord?" said a Chapter Master.

"No, we are just giving up this battle, not betrayal." Vladimir said, "We will remain neutral in the battle between Terra and the Primarch. We cannot let our brothers die for bureaucratic political capital. "

This sentence can barely be accepted by these chapter leaders.

If they directly betrayed the high lord, they were somewhat hesitant.

For ten thousand years, the High Lords have claimed to issue decrees on behalf of the Emperor.

In a sense, to betray the High Lords Council is to betray Terra and the Emperor.

If they are neutral, they don't need to bear this mental burden.

Under Vladimir's persuasion, many chapter masters accepted orders from the mother regiment in silence.

They will remain neutral in this campaign.

Until they confirm who is more trustworthy, they will not declare their position.

The Glory of Macragge.

Guilliman took a deep breath, then another.

Use this to calm your mind.

Terra's mobilization of troops on such a large scale naturally couldn't hide it from Guilliman.

Even in Terra, which is controlled by the High Lord, there are many radicals who agree with his ideas.

They alerted the expedition fleet through various channels, and reported the information of Beta Garmon.

Guilliman knew the deployment of troops in the Beta-Garmon system like the back of his hand.

Many generals secretly contacted the expedition fleet, claiming that they would surrender when the Primarch arrived.

This is done to preserve the power of humanity, not to consume it in pointless civil wars.

Guilliman had guessed that the Terran elite would definitely not be caught without a fight.

But he didn't expect these guys to be so crazy.

The assembled troops are huge enough to shock the Galaxy.

Once a civil war breaks out, it will surely make the evil god and many traitors laugh amidst the ruins and ashes.

A footstep came from the door.

Celestine walked in as a saint in golden armor with a pair of white wings behind her.

"Your Regent." Celestine saluted.

Even if Celestine was a saint, she still had to salute Guilliman.

After all, Guilliman represented the will of the Emperor.

The recognition of the Emperor's Sword, and the colossal Emperor's Blessing upon Guilliman, was by no means false.

Celestine could feel it.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Guilliman is just a Primarch stronger and bigger than Space Marines.

But in Celestine's eyes, Guilliman was already a sun mixed with blue and golden light.

So dazzling, so intense, so divine.

Anyone who looks directly at his essence will feel pain.

Even though Guilliman has repeatedly refused to be deified in public.

But Celestine knew it was inevitable that the Primarch would follow the same path as his father.

Their essence is the same.

Although the current Guilliman is not strong enough, he has great potential.

One day, the emperor's own son will have his own saint.

"You're here." Guilliman smiled and sat back in his seat, "Find a seat."

After leaving the Babu galaxy, Guilliman passed through several more galaxies, rectified the bureaucratic systems of those galaxies, and banned some unreasonable feudal dynastic systems and aristocratic systems.

Afterwards, Celestine, who had completed the mission, joined Guilliman's fleet.

Considering the upcoming itinerary, it won't be too long, and Guilliman didn't assign new missions to Celestine, but let her follow him to Terra.

Sages are no less influential than Primarchs.

With the help of Celestine, he can easily gain the support of believers.

"I don't know why you summoned me, my lord," said Celestine.

Guilliman handed a data slate to Celestine, "Terra's nobles have chosen the worst path. For their own power, they have gone crazy to the extreme."

Celestine took it over to check it out, and the information displayed on it caused her face to change slightly.

The nobles of Terra have assembled an unprecedented legion in the Beta-Garmon system.

They tried to prevent the Primarch from meeting the Emperor and from reaching Terra to become the new Lord of Terra and take control of the entire Empire.

"They think I will compromise, but unfortunately, I will not. Both kindness and cruelty are necessary qualities for a qualified ruler."

Guilliman raised his hand, and a hologram appeared between him and Celistine.

"Many parts of the empire are suffering. I will never allow the empire to go to the abyss, let alone to split. Even if I bear infamy, I will do my best to stop this. I will try to fight with the empire of the Beta-Garmon galaxy The troops will carry out several rounds of peaceful communication to see if they can use peaceful means to resolve this matter. If not, I will resort to force to wipe out the defenders of the entire galaxy. I will burn every regiment that dares to resist, and tell every World, what is the end of rebelling against a Primarch."

Guilliman talked about his decision in a flat tone.

He issued orders to the various expeditionary fleets to dispatch enough Colossi of God's Retribution and brand new Imperial warships.

At the same time, there are tens of thousands of Primaris Space Marines, and hundreds of millions of Astra Militarum regiments.

They would emerge from the Warp in a void location far from the Beta-Garmon system, allowing enough time for negotiations.

Defectors are incorporated into his expeditionary fleet.

Those recalcitrant troops who rejected his friendly overtures.

Guilliman would declare them excommunicated traitors, and he would unleash the firepower on them that he would have used against the xenos.

The wicked are guilty, and so are those who help the evildoers.

Guilliman will show no mercy.

Celestine had some palpitations, but she was not a mascot, and could be the Emperor's God's Choice.

Whether it is wisdom or military strategy, she is excellent.

"My lord, you summoned me, presumably not only to preach your tactical arrangements."

"You are very smart." Guilliman praised, "Of course I didn't mean to say this. War is the last resort, especially in the face of people of the same race. It is a last resort and should not be used lightly. I call you here because I want to rely on your help." , try to disintegrate this civil war crisis as much as possible. The foundation of the rule of the state religion lies in the belief of the emperor, and you are the recognized spokesperson of the emperor."

"I need you to do one thing, and that is to deny the orthodoxy of the state religion of Terra, and announce to everyone that they have betrayed the emperor's guidance. The new state religion is legal, and it is a religion recognized by the emperor. Do this If so, we will avoid wars with believers who are bewitched by the state religion and reduce unnecessary casualties." 1

Hearing Guilliman's words, Celestine was stunned for a moment.

"Is this really good? It's not their fault that they believe in the Emperor."

Guilliman stretched his upper body into the middle of the table and whispered angrily.

"The state religion doesn't need to tell the various crimes committed by many planets one by one, right? The emperor's original intention is to protect mankind and guide mankind on the path of reason, but the state religion distorts this idea. Celestine, what are you doing Fighting for the emperor's dream, or walking in the world for the little selfish satisfaction in your heart?"

"You think that humans need to believe in the emperor, as long as they are named in the name of faith, then there is nothing wrong. I am very clear that the emperor does not need such a belief, and does not need to trample on the things he guards. Faith gained by fooling what he guards, let alone faith gained by frightening what he guards."

"This is the greatest betrayal of his ideals, this is the greatest humiliation to him, Celestine, do you understand? We must correct this mistake. If you think of him as a god, why don't you listen to him?" Teach? If you are not willing to listen to his teaching, why do you call yourself a follower of him?"

"You swear allegiance to a person, claiming to love him, you can do everything for him, but you never follow his orders, is this really loyal?"

Guilliman's voice struck Celestine's heart like a hammer.

"The two should be different, right?" Celestine said without confidence.

"Isn't it the same? My brother Lorgar, he once claimed that the Emperor was his true god, but he never obeyed the Emperor's orders. The Emperor hated belief, so he proclaimed it in a high-profile way. When the Emperor When the emperor became angry and burned his toys, he lost his faith and turned into the arms of the Chaos Gods. Is such a thing considered a faith? It’s just that he wants to find a spirit for his cowardly soul Haven, such beliefs are shameful, spurned by the Emperor."

"We have to fight for the Emperor's ideals. Not every believer who claims to believe in the Emperor is a believer, they are just enemies disguised as faith."

Guilliman, by virtue of his powerful skills, finally persuaded the Living Saint Celestine.

"I can assist your master in your plan, but you need to make a promise that as long as those believers put down their weapons, you will pardon them."

Celestine makes her own terms.

Guilliman nodded in agreement.

He had no interest in committing mass murder.

He only likes to slaughter bureaucrats who get in the way and state leaders who don't cooperate with him.

Being able to take advantage of Celestine's saint status will definitely deal a serious blow to the National Church's troops and completely split them.

Without the basis of faith, what qualifications does the state religion denied by the emperor's spokesperson have?

The two sides reached a consensus, and Guilliman ended the talks.

He sends Celestine out the door.

Soon, another figure was received by Guilliman.

That is the founding general of the steel ball star - Ke Lun.

This guy, who is comparable to a heavy tank, has been providing maintenance logistics services and various omnics for Guilliman's fleet.

The purpose of Guilliman summoning the other party is simple.

He needs Keren to disintegrate the forces on Mars and use all kinds of knowledge and promises to split the various forces on Mars.

There are also many schools of thought within Mars.

For STC, technical knowledge, and various teachings, they fought fiercely.

This is a breakthrough, as long as it can get the support of some Mars forces, it can disintegrate the forces of Mechanicum.

"According to the existing data calculations, I have no way to do this. My duty is to cast generals, and I am not good at diplomacy." Karen's mechanized face showed a hint of embarrassment.

Assisting Guilliman in building battleships and various weapons and equipment made him also enter the must-kill list of Mars.

He went to persuade those mechanical sages, wouldn't it be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger! !

Those guys can't wait to dismantle him and throw his data core into a data cage to torture him.

The lunatics on Mars will not let go of any existence that violates the Olympia agreement and the dogma of the God of Myriad Machines.

"You can do it." Guilliman handed a piece of paper with complex formulas in front of Keren, "This is mechanical data about the manufacture of miniature black holes. As long as you have the right materials, you can manufacture miniature black holes. "

The mechanical eyes scanned the paper a few times, and an unseen trace of greed and selfishness emerged in Karen's heart.

Mechanistic knowledge of making miniature black holes.

It was enough to drive him crazy.

It is not that the Mechanicus does not have the ability to create black holes, but a lot of technical knowledge has been lost. To create black holes, the price to be paid is extremely high.

And related STCs are also hard to find.

But now, such a piece of knowledge was placed in front of him.

The technology of creating miniature black holes is miraculous.

"Karen, don't forget that once I compromise or give up confrontation, many members of the Mechanicus, including you, will inevitably face a terrible purge. At that time, you will have nothing, even your data core and backup will be directly erased .”

Guilliman sat in his place and said with a smile.

"If you can successfully resolve this crisis and complete the tasks I entrusted to you, I promise that after arriving in Terra, I will give you more mechanical knowledge."

Guilliman rolled up the paper and put it in Keren's mechanical palm, "And this is just a deposit."

Karen's rational logic wants to firmly reject it, and it is too dangerous to lobby those people on Mars.

The Cocoa gave way too much.

The cutting-edge technology of micro-black holes is just a deposit, an advance reward, regardless of success or failure, he got it.

If it is successful, how much cutting-edge technological knowledge is required.

It is enough to make myself a step further on the road of following the God of Myriad Chances.

"I don't want to go." I couldn't say the four words.

The rational logic module kept reminding him that this mission was very dangerous, and he would die if he was not careful.

Ke Kelun's greed overwhelmed the rational logic module and vetoed the most rational rejection plan.

"I will definitely complete your task, my lord."

Karen ignored the endless alarm sounds in his skull and made a firm statement.

Thank you to those friends who rewarded, and those who voted.

Weak and helpless, I just want to say, be stronger, don't stop.