Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Caleb yelled loudly, giving off an air of exasperation.

He jumped past two Krieger soldiers on duty and broke into Colonel Krieger Jotun's tent.

"After so long, no attack was launched? The bombardment was covered by artillery fire, and the advance was accelerated." Caleb looked around at the Kriegs in the tent, and said in a very dissatisfied tone.

He stared at Colonel Jotun, hoping that the other party could give a reasonable explanation.

Otherwise, he wouldn't mind giving the stupid Kriegers a hard time.

Many admire the Kriegs for their courage and sacrifice.

But in the eyes of Caleb and other heirs of powerful families, the Kriegs are useful tools and stupid endorsements.

As long as they use the name of the emperor and the empire, they can fight with all their strength.

Even if they don't have any equipment, they will risk their lives to fill it.

Loyalty is the best reward, Caleb thought of Krieger's words, making him laugh.

It's almost beyond description.

Don't want anything, but still willing to work so hard.

The Kriegs are naturally also a very important political bargaining chip in the hands of many powerful families in Terra.

As long as you master a Krieger regiment, you have mastered a fearless army.

As long as it is said that this is the order of the emperor, they will do everything possible to obtain enough political capital for the noble to climb up.

This is also why the family forces behind Caleb paid a high price for him to control and serve as the boss of this army.

The Kriegs are undoubtedly the best tools for obtaining military medals.

In Caleb's perception, as long as the order is given within two minutes, the Kriegs will launch a series of violent offensives.

But now, the order has been issued for so long, and they haven't launched an offensive yet.

This made Caleb very unhappy.

He also wanted to use these Kriegers to turn the tide, defeat the Cadians, and restore the current situation.

Unexpectedly, the Kriegs were so procrastinating.

This is disobedience, this is treason against the Emperor.

These damned guys should be declared traitors by the court, and then thrown back to the home planet to die.

Caleb thought maliciously.

If the Empire declares the Krieg Death Corps to be traitors, I'm afraid these guys will collapse to despair.

Inside the tent were all Kriegs wearing respirators. Their uniforms were dusty and dull, dead silent and heavy.

Uniforms are just as they are.

They never take off their face mask respirators.

In his command uniform, tailored in silky satin, Caleb looked out of place among the Kriegs.

Caleb felt they must have been born with their free-thinking lobes removed.

These unsightly fools deserve nothing more than to be the tools of those of high birth, destined to be the Emperor's ruler over humanity.

Caleb never saw what Krieger soldiers really looked like.

He didn't bother to know what these tool people looked like.

The most important thing is to earn military medals for him.

Who cares what monsters these Kriegs are.

Colonel Jotun looked at Caleb who walked in, very calm.

The opponent's military rank was much higher than his, and he was the supreme commander appointed by the High Lord Council of Terra for this Krieger army.

But Colonel Jotun didn't care about it, and he didn't show any fear of the opponent's power.

"Krieger will never betray the Emperor," Colonel Jotun said.

"Then why don't you attack the enemy?? Those damned Cadians have betrayed the emperor and disobeyed the orders of the High Lords Council. I ask you to attack them immediately and rescue those generals." Caleb was furious. said, "You want to be declared treasonable by the Empire, Kriegs?"

Colonel Jotun was silent and did not speak.

"Can't you understand human language? I want you to launch an attack. This is a manifestation of loyalty to the Emperor." Seeing the silent Colonel Krieger, Caleb became more angry, and he roared.

Colonel Jotun reached out and clicked to play the video from the Cadians.

The scene inside made Caleb's expression change. He took out his gun and pointed at Colonel Jotun, "These are all fake, to deceive you. Launch an attack now! Don't force me to execute you."

"A Krieg will never betray the Emperor," Colonel Jotun repeated verbatim.

"I tell you to attack, kill those Cadians, save those generals." Caleb snarled, grabbing the man's clothes and pointing his gun at Jotun's head, "Don't make me kill you. "

Colonel Jotun was unmoved, his eyes just looking at the enraged Caleb through the goggles of the respirator.

It was as if the gun was not aimed at his head, but at the opponent's head.

That kind of calmness is unbelievable.

Caleb fired a shot at the opponent's leg, and the scorching beam instantly pierced the opponent's clothing, burning a small hole.

"You forced me, don't doubt my determination to do it." Caleb said viciously, "I will report to the high lord, you Kriegs are all traitors and do not deserve the emperor's forgiveness, you will Forever spurned."

Colonel Jotun endured the pain, tried to maintain a standing posture, and repeated it word by word.

"The Kriegs will never betray the Emperor."

The other Krieger officers also stood there calmly.

They didn't move.

Just like that, he watched his chief being threatened and injured in the thigh.

No attempt was made to fight back, nor did he defend his own superior.

Seeing that the colonel was still trying to maintain his standing, Caleb's scalp felt a little numb.

Are these guys crazy?

Why, why are they not afraid! !

damn it! !

damn it! !

Footsteps came from outside the tent, and a Krieger soldier entered.

After performing the Skyhawk Salute, he reported to Colonel Jotun: "Confirmed, that video is real."

Caleb felt a little bad. He just wanted to threaten the Colonel Krieger again, and was going to use any means to intimidate the other party to attack the Cadians.

At that moment, a Krieger officer next to Caleb moved.

He punched Caleb in the face as he tried to threaten Colonel Jotun with lightning speed.

Caleb had no time to react.

He only felt that his mouth was sweet, and his two bloody teeth were thrown out.

Every Krieger soldier is chosen for battle in bloody battles.

Being an officer means their strength, skill and combat experience are greater than those of other Krieg soldiers.

Krieger has no dignitaries, only soldiers loyal to the Emperor.

Only the best among them can become officers.

Caleb was stunned by the punch, and before he could catch his breath, the opponent's attack followed.

Officer Krieger punched him in the stomach, and Caleb felt like he'd spit out last night's meal.

Then, the Krieger officer quickly twisted his joints, causing him to scream, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

Soon, he was pinned to the ground, and the whole process took only a few seconds, which was astonishingly fast.

"Are you betraying the Emperor?" Kaleb yelled. "I will sue the High Lord. You wait to be declared excommunicated treason. Every loyalist in the Empire will spit on your grave."

"No, you are the ones who betrayed the Emperor. You deceived us by inducing us to shoot the Emperor's own son like Krieger, the sinner who never deserved his name." Colonel Jotun said, "We Will not betray the Emperor."

The civil war in Krieger stemmed from the planetary governors turning their backs on the Emperor's honor and declaring independence.

The planetary governor lied to those people with rhetoric, preaching to them that the empire recruited those legions to die, and it was a waste of their lives.

They should enjoy the peace, not participate in the empire's ambitious expedition.

A Colonel Krieger, who had returned from the stars, raised the banner of opposition.

He believed that the peace of Kriegs was not achieved by the Kriegs alone, but depended on the empire fighting everywhere and resisting the enemy.

They enjoy the peace that other Astral Militia have bought with their lives.

Such a move by Governor Krieger betrayed the human empire, the emperor, and even those imperial troops who fought bloody battles.

The two sides could not reach an agreement, and civil war broke out.

In order to prove his loyalty, Colonel Krieger, who returned from the starry sky, did not hesitate to nuke and level the home planet.

Those nuclear bombs were not ordinary nuclear bombs, and the poisonous rain they caused turned the whole world into a land of radiation where not a single blade of grass grew.

People can only live underground wearing respirators for a long time.

The destroyed Krieg planet has nothing but to sacrifice its own people to fight for the emperor and redeem the sins of the past.

To achieve this goal, the surviving Kriegs were genetically modified, and their offspring were all bred with artificial wombs.

They remember their crimes and are ready to die for the Emperor.

No matter how ridiculous the order is, as long as they are sure that they can make a contribution to the Emperor, they will execute it without hesitation.

"You guys," Caleb yelled.

But Colonel Jotun didn't say anything, and he ordered Caleb to be arrested and taken away and imprisoned.

"Declare the war to the Cadians, and we are loyal to the Emperor," Colonel Jotun said.

Tyra.

"Evil, the greatest traitor of the Empire - Guilliman is about to be defeated in the Beta-Garmon system, let us rejoice, this is the victory of the Empire, the embodiment of the glory of the Emperor. "

The propaganda from the Imperial Daily reverberated in every hive city day and night.

Unfortunately, not many people pay attention to these.

The turmoil is still spreading, and the scale continues to expand, and the imperial forces are getting weaker and weaker.

The number of dispatches of the forbidden army is increasing.

Everyone can feel that a storm is coming.

Some Astropaths claim to have seen seas of blood and endless carnage.

Nightmares attack everyone, torturing their fragile nerves.

The dignitaries of Ketera are still fighting each other, distributing benefits, and planning various plans after Guilliman's compromise.

They turned a blind eye to Terra's crisis and indulged in banquets and meetings.

The crisis caused by those ignorant bottom will only hurt themselves.

Every noble thinks like this.

They have troops, bodyguards, and enough water and food.

The riots caused by the mob did not affect them.

They don't care about the life and death of those at the bottom.

It is better to care about how to win over other families than to care about those bottom-level families.

Marriage, or entanglement of interests.

That's all they have to care about.

In the Imperial Senate, twelve high lords are meeting.

They come together in their best attire, in formal robes, and seated on soft seats.

The meeting place is located at the highest point of the Imperial Senate building.

Dim light casts through tall stained glass.

Two armed white shield guards stand guard at the heavy gate.

Many more soldiers stood guard in or around the council chamber.

A large number of drones, floating combat skulls hovered outside, and the sound of humming came from outside.

The high lords, who had climbed to this position through complicated political struggles, had become quite neurotic.

They are extremely afraid of sudden assassination.

Insist on incredible security measures in the safest places across the Empire.

Tyrian understood that.

He knew how terrible the political struggle on Terra was.

Those families often cultivate some terrible dead men, and clean up their political enemies and those who hurt their own interests.

This time the meeting has been going on for several hours.

A large number of proposals were proposed and then rejected or passed.

It was also an extremely bureaucratic and tedious scene for Tyrion.

The roar and anger of these high lords are all for the greater interests of the group they represent.

Those proposals will be decorated with loyalty, empire, emperor, etc. to represent their legitimacy.

Tyrian really couldn't think of a proposal to build a food production factory in Terra to alleviate the spread of famine. What does it have to do with the glory of the Emperor? ?

Ordinary people believe in the emperor, so they have to eat, right?

Danda, the representative of the merchant fleet, gave a veto to Tyrian's proposal to rebuild Terra's food supply system.

The reason is that on the sacred land of Terra, just accommodating a large number of people has reached its limit.

If food production is resumed, it will inevitably destroy the ecological structure of the area and cause more problems.

In fact, it just doesn't want Terra to be self-sufficient.

Terra cannot be self-sufficient and needs to transport goods from outside.

This is a huge benefit, related to the wealth of many families.

Martian Foundry General - Lasky voted for this.

Tyrian knew from some secret channels that Danda had reached a consensus with the foundry general.

Agree with the other party's proposal to lift the ban on some special items, and assist Mars in delivering some special goods in exchange for the other party's support.

It's a game, you support me and I support you.

When interests are balanced, the proposal is passed.

Not surprisingly, the proposal was rejected.

There are too many interests involved, and Tirian can't shake it at all.

Tyrian didn't say much about this, he did what he should do.

There is no way to succeed, and it is not your own problem.

He will not turn his face for this proposal, although he is not one of the twelve high lords.

But he can climb up and knows the way.

That's how games are played.

Turning your face is useless, it will only make people think that you are not qualified to continue playing in this game.

They will use all means to expel you.

When necessary, they will even kill you.

Save your blood and ruin the game.

Terra's political struggle is a piece of shit, and those who participate can only compete together if they become a piece of shit.

Many talented people simply cannot adapt to such complex relationships.

Therefore, they are often buried.

What's the use of being able? In Terra, what is important is the background, the connections, and the exchange of benefits.

What good does it matter if you are the best graduate of Terra's highest institution?

If you don't have a background and don't know how to study contacts, then you can only be consumed at the bottom of Terra's complicated power.

A little willfulness of power can completely kill everything you have worked hard for.

Taking advantage of the pause of the parliament, when the twelve high lords went to rest.

Tyrian stood up and walked out of the Senate Hall.

He was a little peeing and wanted to solve it.

The bathroom he used belonged to the upper echelons of the empire.

There are a large number of guards guarding the roads along the way.

However, the road is not peaceful

From time to time, there will be some unknown experts, officials or soldiers lurking, hiding in the dark, waiting for the imperial dignitaries to pass by.

These people waited a long time, just to have a word or two with these imperial dignitaries, or to get the names they signed casually to get out of trouble.

Tyrian doesn't discriminate against this, everyone is like this.

When you are in a low position, you must know how to put down your face and dignity.

This world is very realistic, as long as you can succeed, even a slave will be respected.

All the actions of successful people will be whitewashed.

For that, all people want to do is succeed by any means.

Tyrion strode down the hall, rejecting a petitioner from House Navigator.

At this time, a personal guard hurried over the guard and walked towards him with an encrypted letter.

"This is an encrypted letter from the Beta-Garmon galaxy, written by an astropath who belongs exclusively to you, my lord, and sealed with wax." The guard said, "I waited here for half an hour before I saw you Come out, I hope there is no delay."

Tyrion reached out his fat hand and opened the letter.

The information inside made him smile, followed by some worries.

He looked around and confirmed that no one was approaching him, then lowered his head and said in a solemn tone.

"Everything is going well, but now is our most dangerous moment. You immediately go back to the Prime Minister's Office, take away my servants and family members, stay away from Terra, and temporarily go to the area controlled by my family, Pluto. If so There is no way to leave, then find a place to hide, remember, don't let anyone find your tracks."

Tyrion had lived for centuries, and he had buried several of his wives with his own hands.

There were also several children who did not live to be a hundred years old.

Now, he has found a wife and several lovers again.

With his own efforts, his family can be regarded as thriving.

"Why, my lord?" The guard asked in puzzlement, "You are the Prime Minister of the Empire? Why do you want to act like this?"

"Some people will jump over the wall in a hurry. They can't take revenge on the Primarch, but they think I will enjoy the results of this time, so they will target me. Go away, be fast, and when the Primarch arrives, then everything will subside." said Tyrion.

"What about my lord?" The guard asked.

"I can't leave, I'm the Prime Minister of the Empire, and I still have things to do. What's more, once I leave, things will be revealed sooner, and you won't even have a chance to leave." Tyrian said, "Quick, immediately Go, when you leave, I will also find a chance to leave."

"Understood, my lord."

"Take this too, and dispose of it."

Tyrian put the letter back in the envelope and let the other party go.

Afterwards, his face returned to calm, and he walked towards the bathroom.

Having settled his own problems, Tyrian returned to his post, and the meeting began again.

His task is to record the orders of those high lords and execute them.

A few hours later, all the high lords were stunned suddenly, and then they showed panic.

They received the same explosive information from their own communicators, compiled and compiled by the Star Language Court.

"Beta-Garmon." Field Marshal Prine tremblingly said a word.

Tyrian also put on a look of horror.

The voice of a nobleman who was about to cry echoed in the communicator.

"No, everything is gone. More than ninety percent of Beta-Garmon's army has surrendered to the Primarch, and those who supported us have been killed. Guilliman, Guilliman is about to reach Terra."

The faces of the high lords were terrifyingly pale, and the huge mechanical body of Forge General Laski was trembling even more, and those mechanical parts made whining sounds.

The Great Sage of Sigmar voted for Guilliman, and the mechanical priests loyal to Mars were directly placed under house arrest or executed.

This news is undoubtedly a huge blow to General Casting.

The pope of the state religion was even more frightened and fainted by the sudden news.

The Saints of the State Religion deny the State Religion of Terra and declare to the world that they are traitors, thieves against the will of the Emperor.

This is undoubtedly a fatal blow.

According to the teachings of the state religion, it means that more than 90% of the top leaders of the state religion will be sent to the stake and burned to death.

It's over, it's over.

The high lords thought that this time the struggle would make Guilliman realize his mistake, compromise, negotiate with them, and continue to maintain such a rule.

However, the news of the Beta-Garmon galaxy gave them a heavy blow.

It also made them understand that they could not shake the return of the Primarch.

The originally peaceful meeting quickly ended in an atmosphere of fear.

It didn't take long for the news to spread and reach the ears of other low-ranking councilors.

The huge Senate was in chaos.

Everyone was dumbfounded. You must know that many of them are participants. Once they are liquidated, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The Primarch's victory was so simple that not even a single soldier was used. He also took over all of Beta-Garmon's troops without firing a single shot.

The nobles of Terra have completely forgotten that their power is based on the imperial system.

For this reason, the corps of many imperial worlds will obey their command.

They thought it was as easy to dispatch the Legion to fight Guilliman as it had been to fight the Chaos Traitors and Xenomorphs.

They think that war is just a game on the political table, a medal for promotion.

In the past, they also listened to the voice of the military commander.

But in this age of bureaucracy and obtuseness, military power is suppressed by complex rules and processes that are unknown.

The military commander who actually controlled the corps was reduced to the executor of bureaucratic orders.

Due to their loyalty to the Emperor, those military commanders could only obey those orders.

Terra's complex political game. Developed to the present, has long lost the original intention,

Many generals and marshals of the navy and army who have been active in Terra for a long time have actually never been to the battlefield.

Relying on the power of their families and the glory of their parents, they played games in the power field, quickly promoted, and became the spokespersons of the bureaucracy who looked like an army.

The High Lords of Terra drive those military forces, fighting for their benefit.

But never listen to their voices.

The bureaucracy and the military are so divided that they are maintained entirely by the emperor's faith.

High Lord thought that dealing with Guilliman was the same as dealing with aliens and chaos, so he mobilized his troops, and then those troops would rush forward desperately.

The forces assembled in the Beta-Garmon galaxy were indeed enough to hold Guilliman back.

But the high lords only calculated the comparison of military strength, but completely forgot that the reason why those military troops were loyal to them was not because they were handsome, courageous, or because of the so-called power in their mouths.

But out of loyalty to the Emperor, to the Imperium of Man.

The High Lords derive their power from the Primarch and the Empire created by the Emperor, from the institution, not from themselves.

But Guilliman himself is the symbol of the empire, the spokesperson of the emperor, and he has mastered technology and the army.

They mobilized troops against Guilliman like oil to put out a fire.

Not to mention that the original plan was not realized at all, it also strengthened the strength of the Primarch.

The Primarch's arrival on Terra was already an unstoppable event.

Originally, a large number of troops had been mobilized, and the empty solar galaxy could not resist the upcoming expedition fleet at all.

It's all over.

The high lords also want to work hard to promote the threat of the original body, trying to encourage people on Terra and other planets in the solar system to fight against the anti-antigen.

In that case, there might still be a way out, but what happened next left them completely dumbfounded.

The turmoil they had been ignoring led to a dire crisis.

It can be called the most terrifying disaster on Terra in ten thousand years.

The High Lords, who had been relieved by the news from the Beta-Garmon system, were preparing to mobilize the people of the Empire in the solar system against Guilliman.

But before they confirmed the proposal, the crisis came suddenly.

These idiots are horrified to find that the guilt of neglecting the bottom has found them.

Famine spread and corruption rampant.

Countless people are plunged into despair and darkness.

For this reason, there are more and more followers of the blood god, gathering into a powerful force.

Even the Custodians feel powerless against the crisis.

Blood sacrifices are performed by the mob all the time, and many times these horrific rituals are put out.

But in the end, there were some successes, and these blood sacrifices slowly accumulated, forming a large-scale blood summoning ceremony.

At a critical point, the warp was completely polluted by ritual.

The psychic ones screamed frantically, declaring that they saw endless blood and darkness spreading.

The boundary between reality and fantasy has become more and more fragile under the desperation and madness of countless human beings.

The sky turned scarlet blood.

The cloud has also changed, bright and full of poison, and its interior is burning like fire.

The riots became uncontrollable and spread like wildfire.

The demons set foot on the land of Terra with the flesh and blood of those foolish people.

An unprecedented disaster swept Terra.

In a short period of time, the Custodian Army passed the Law Enforcement Department and issued multiple orders of military martial law, and every available Star Militia Force was required to act immediately.

Tyrian wanted to leave Terra to avoid the limelight temporarily, but was forced to stay in Terra because he was one step too late.

Fortunately, his family was able to board the plane and leave at the last minute.

When he was about to leave, demons and thugs stormed the airport, causing it to be under martial law.

Now any aircraft is not allowed to take off and land, to avoid further expansion of the crisis.

Tyrian stayed behind.

The high lord was also forced to hide in his lair in order to deal with the increasingly violent attacks of mobs and demons.

Inside the palace.

Marshal Valanor of the Forbidden Army turned serious, and the Captain of the Shield Guards, Valyrian, stood behind him with an equally ugly expression.

Things happened so fast.

They have been monitoring the Brotherhood of Brass and are constantly sending Custodians in an attempt to thwart them and dismantle the organization.

However, the hatred drove the members of the brotherhood to go crazy. Even though they suffered huge casualties, they still continued to launch blood sacrifices.

In the past, such blood sacrifices would not have been enough to bring demons to the land of Terra.

But the traitor of the past, Abaddon the Marauder, used thousands of years to plot a huge plan, tearing apart the galaxy and creating the Great Rift.

The emergence of the big rift has made the subspace's interference with the real universe more intense.

Cooperating with the blood sacrifice of the Brass Brotherhood, the Inanimate of the warp tore the curtain of reality, and set foot on the land of Terra again after ten thousand years.

There were screams all over the city, and mortals ran from their homes crying, to churches, and to shrines, weeping loudly and begging the God-Emperor to deliver them from this dreadful hell.

Valanor watched the sky burn, and streaks of scarlet lightning streaked across the same scarlet sky.

Flames ignited everywhere, billowing thick smoke, even if separated by tens of kilometers, they could be seen very clearly.

Blood and fire, this is a sign of the invasion of chaos.

He saw a fighter plane rushing towards a tall building, followed by a big explosion.

With the authority of the Commander-in-Chief of the Forbidden Army, he saw the scene inside the fighter plane through the surveillance camera

The driver was disembowelled by the hateful creature, and the cab was a mess, with flesh and blood flying around.

The fighter plane lost control and crashed.

This is just a small part of the mess.

A bigger crisis is coming.

"Assemble all our brothers." Valanor looked at Valyrian and ordered, "Action must be taken as soon as possible."

Valyrian nodded and turned to leave.

Soon, three hundred imperial guards came from various places, and they were the first batch.

More people are coming.

The siren sounded in the palace, and except for the imperial guards who had necessary duties, everyone rushed to Valano's side.

The sleeping dead were also awakened, and Dauntless, etched with the emblem of the Imperial Army, entered the assembly point with heavy steps.

It is very rare for so many forbidden troops to assemble.

Only 10,000 years ago, they would gather in such a grand scale to fight for the Emperor and destroy those warlords or enemies who resisted him.

After the Horus Heresy ended, they donned the black robes, and have acted alone ever since, never assembled on such a large scale.

Valanor issued orders to the many imperial guards and assigned them to various battlefields in order to prevent the crisis from expanding further.

After distributing the orders, Valanor looked at all the imperial guards, "Only what He wishes."

The other Custodians responded with the same words, and then nothing else.

They leave as quickly as they came.

Soon, those mortal auxiliary troops rushed to the outer court under the leadership of their respective forbidden troops to prevent the spread of the crisis.

The outer court is huge, and without the assistance of the mortal auxiliary army, the imperial army cannot defend every area at all.

Valyrian was also assigned a defensive task, which was to lead an astral army force of more than 5,000 men to defend the vicinity of the Lion's Gate, and mobile support those mortal troops who could not stand it

The Lion's Gate was once the site of the most intense fighting during the Horus Heresy.

It is said that at the end of that battle, the corpses on the ground were piled up several meters thick.

Now, the place is dotted with churches, and tall shrines to the Emperor can be seen here and there.

The majestic parade avenue extends from the outer residential areas to this area.

There are hundreds of defensive towers built in this area. And there are Titans stationed

With the sound of the siren, all the troops stationed in this area are ready to fight.

The automatic gun array made a mechanical hum, adjusting the best shooting angle.

The shield device, which had been silent for a long time, made a harsh sound, and was activated in the chant of the mechanical priest 1.

Defense stations in orbit will also be fully operational.

The core reactor rumbled, the long-dormant plasma coils were reactivated, and the giant power pipes flickered with pilot lights and fed the lance arrays.

The Void Fleet fleet of the solar system will also be under martial law, conducting an all-round scan in deep space.

However, all this did not satisfy Valyrian.

He found that there were many omissions in the line of defense that should have been tight.

The forces that the High Lords transferred to the Beta-Garmon system cannot be conjured up out of thin air.

They mobilized part of Terra's defensive force, and sent the food originally sent to Terra to Beta-Galmon to deal with the consumption of the army.

Valyrian could foresee how terrifying the out-of-control crisis would be if they could not quickly suppress this turmoil.

Terra is not self-sufficient.

It is said that in the past, Terra also had its own food production facilities.

But with the development of the empire, those food production factories gradually moved out of Terra and moved to other planets.

To this end, Terra needs countless cargo ships to provide enough food.

It becomes more and more fragile, and once the connection with the void is interrupted, the people here will starve.

In the past few months, warp space storms have made it more and more difficult for cargo ships to reach Terra, but there are still cargo ships that can deliver goods and maintain basic survival.

As the crisis unfolded, it became more difficult for those cargo ships to bring their cargo to Terra.

Supplies will soon be cut off.

People will kill each other because of the famine, and then the blood god will be more excited.

"We suffer because of those fools." Valyrian had an angry thought, those damned nobles and high lords of Terra gnawed away Terra's defenses like termites.

Those powerful and powerful have long ignored the interests of the bottom, thinking that they are not a threat.

The price will be paid now.

Terra will fall into a riot created by the bottom. Once the riot lasts too long and the food cannot be supplied to the troops, the troops will also mutiny.

Valyrian could foresee the crisis in it.

Terra will usher in an unimaginable disaster.

Mortals who have no supplies will even attack the palace with demons, just to find a full mouthful of food.

Valyrian worried just thinking about that scene.

There was a roaring sound, and several Valkyrie fighter planes flew high in the sky.

Among them was a Valkyrie fighter plane that hovered and landed in an open space near the Lion's Gate.

A man in uniform with a colonel's rank badge on his shoulder ran down from the deck where the Valkyrie was lowered.

"Master Forbidden Army." The man shouted.

Valyrian set his eyes on the man, a short but very strong man.

The other party implanted a system to enhance the human body.

Behind the man are two more officers, wearing the same uniform with slightly different insignia on their shoulders.

"How is it going?" Valyrian asked.

"It's bad, my lord, there are thugs everywhere," the man said. "The two astropaths under my command have gone mad. They are shouting about blood and some terrible monsters. They are approaching here."

Valyrian looked serious, and he walked towards an elevator platform.

The man hurried over, "My lord, can you tell me some information? What are those monsters? Are they demons?"

"Yes." Valyrian admitted, his tone heavy.

The man's face turned pale, and he trembled slightly.

"How could it be a devil!!" His tone was filled with disbelief.

Here is Terra, the sacred world of the Imperium and the abode of the Lord of Men.

Demons haven't set foot here since the Cataclysm of the Heresy.

Under the guardianship of many monks, saints, courts, imperial guards, and gray knights, even cultists will be wiped out and killed soon.

Now, the demons have set foot on Holy Terra, what does that mean! !

Just thinking of this, the man trembled and couldn't speak.

There will no longer be a safe place in the entire galaxy for human beings.

Valyrian glanced at the poor man, shook his head slightly, and sighed a weak mortal.

"Get ready to fight, we have to drive them back."

After speaking, he stepped onto the elevator platform, ready to go to the city wall.

The Elevator is a huge machine, all black, filled with various short-range guns.

There are also large-scale troops stationed on the city wall.

A large number of automatic artillery arrays were activated, and soldiers piled up sandbags and iron fences to build fortifications.

Valyrian passed them and stood on the edge of the outer court walls.

In this position, he can see the scale of this crisis more clearly.

From south to north, everything was burning, and the clouds in the sky were burning blood red, with black soot trails.

The air became very hot, which made the skin feel a pain.

If it was in the past, there would be at least millions of transport ships coming and going, covering the entire sky of Terra.

But at this time, the sky of Terra seemed empty, only military planes carrying weapons were flying.

Valyrian looked at the city, and a large number of people poured out from all directions, screaming harshly.

Demons and thugs are killing around.

Those poor mortals, either join them or be killed.

The imperial army that wanted to suppress was overwhelmed by demons and thugs, only a few screams remained.

"Tara is on top." Seeing those thugs and demons converging together and marching towards the Lion's Gate, Valyrian clenched the weapon in his hand, and his tone became dignified.