Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Titan, also known as Titan, is a satellite celestial body orbiting Saturn.

There is no developed industry, no agriculture, and even a small population.

But the existence of this planet is very important to the empire.

Because Titan is the Gray Knight's stronghold world.

The gray knights who specialize in fighting against chaos and are used to deal with demons train and practice on it, and are always ready to go out and go to all parts of the empire to kill demons.

At the time of the Horus Heresy, the Emperor had prepared himself for the failure of the Webway project.

Human beings will be poisoned by Chaos Tea.

Ordinary weapons are not very effective against chaos.

It is too dangerous for psykers to use against chaos.

Humans must have an army that can fight against demons.

Only in this way can the survival of the human empire not be destroyed by those supernatural enemies.

Malcador recruited several Space Marines with extensive experience against the creatures of the warp, and made them the chief masters of the Gray Knights Chapter.

Combined with the gene-seed of the Emperor's latest creation.

The Gray Knight Legion, who is good at psionics and can fight against the pollution of warp space, was born.

The Gray Knights are composed exclusively of psykers, implanted with a gene-seed specially crafted by the Emperor.

Their absolute loyalty, after thousands of years, Gray Knight has never had a single betrayal.

Like the Custodians, the Gray Knights are immune to the ravages of Chaos.

For 10,000 years, the Gray Knights have roamed around the empire, hunting down those terrible demonic creatures, and sealing up forbidden items that are harmful to the human empire.

Few people know they exist.

Because when the gray knights are dispatched, it often means that the situation has reached an irreversible critical moment.

Not many living people would be able to stay awake in that situation.

Nor would the Inquisition allow those men to live to tell their tales.

Many worlds cleaned by the Gray Knights will either sterilize or simply execute survivors.

Of course, this approach has worked before.

With the emergence of the Great Rift, Chaos has become an undeniable secret.

When Terra encountered a crisis of demon invasion.

The Titans answered the call of the Custodians and sent a strike force.

Send someone in to solve Terra's problems before things get too bad.

The turmoil continued, and the skies of Terra were red with blood.

The eerie whispers grew louder as the mob rebellion spread.

Those demons are entering the real universe with the killing and blood sacrifice of thugs.

They want to enter Terra and put an end to the Imperium of Man once and for all.

The Custodians, Gray Knights, and those loyal to the Emperor will prevent this crisis.

Valyrian stood on the ramparts and watched the Gray Knights.

These cousins ​​possess special skills that the Custodians do not.

They efficiently slay and drive away daemons and abominable warp creatures.

The efficiency is much faster than the Forbidden Army.

Moreover, their strategy is more effective.

A scholarly Custodian who likes to stop by the libraries of Terra, Valyrian knows many of the Empire's secrets.

The Gray Knights, like the Custodians, can fight and slay demons, and have stronger immunity than others, immunity to the temptation of the warp.

The Gray Knight was the last gift He left before sitting on the throne.

It is an important means for human beings to survive in the cruel subspace.

In the solar system, there are two libraries that store knowledge against demons.

A tower of hegemony located in the inner court, dedicated to the archives of the imperial army.

A larger library is located on Titan.

Those taboo knowledge can only be said to be safe if they are placed in these two places.

Although far away from the Holy Terra, the Titan star is still under His protection.

At the last time of his walk, when Horus, who was dominated by chaos, approached the holy Terra, Titan disappeared without a sound.

disappeared in a real sense.

With his supreme power, he separated the space of Titan star from the real universe, placed it in a safe subspace corner, and waited for the end of the Horus Rebellion era.

The Gray Knights survived the horrific siege in shelter, and fulfilled their original mission in the years that followed.

Valyrian observed the gray knights for a while, then withdrew his gaze, put away his thoughts, and focused on the matter in front of him.

The tasks of the Gray Knights and the Forbidden Army are different. After cleaning up those severely mutated thugs, they will leave and go to the next battlefield.

After the appearance of the Great Rift, the combat missions of the Gray Knights became much heavier, causing them to have to travel around to suppress those demons and avoid the complete collapse of the human empire system.

The Gray Knights supporting Terra are the last available troops on Titan.

The remaining gray knights had to strictly guard Titan to prevent those sealed monsters and those forbidden items from getting out of control.

Valyrian stood on the wall of Lion's Gate, watching the guards, with the help of the Gray Knights, fight off the loathsome creatures time after time.

Many people have been transformed into half-human, half-demon appearance.

Mutations with fangs and weird wings.

Waves of supernatural violence intensify, and instigators appear everywhere.

Gathering in droves with followers, begging for the foolish blessings of the Warp.

Some are truly corrupted, they have served Chaos for many years, and today they have managed to make them.

Some are wretches driven by deceit and desperation.

The corruption of the imperial bureaucracy has worn away their trust in the empire, and their fragile minds have been transformed by the horrors in the sky and the empty bellies.

The city wall of the Lion's Gate is the boundary, and the situation outside is already in a mess.

Especially after Tyrian's death, no one went to organize the logistical support of the empire's troops.

The morale of those troops plummeted, and they had no intention of fighting. After all, no one wanted to work when they were hungry.

In just a few days, the empire lost control of most populated areas.

The magnificent cathedral became a place of depravity and profanity.

Statues honoring the heroes of the Empire were desecrated.

It is really a reckless thing for this kind of thing to happen under His nose.

Suddenly, a letter entered Valyrian's personal database.

The observatory in low earth orbit detected a large number of mobs gathered near the parade avenue, as well as too strong warp energy.

Valyrian glanced at the letter's message, and asked the man in charge of mortal armies to raise an army for him.

Prepare to wipe out the traitors who have gathered before they form a larger wave.

It was after such a long battle that Valyrian knew that the opponent's name was Yubo.

Yubo comes from the world of Catachan and is a veteran who has experienced many battlefields.

Ubbe raised a force of two hundred men for Valyrian, and also found several Valkyrie fighters and Stormbird gunships.

Valyrian's steadfast goal is the Parade Avenue, which is a road extending from the airport to the inner wall, with a width of more than 300 meters.

He needs to ensure the smooth flow of this road, so that the retreating troops can safely return to the city wall and repair it.

Once the Parade Avenue falls, they will completely lose control of the outside situation.

To this end, Valyrian repeatedly performed clean-up tasks, hunting down the mutated monsters along the road.

The fighter plane took off, and the weapon system was adjusted to the highest sensitivity.

The buildings of Hive Gundam emerged on both sides of the formation of fighter planes.

Many buildings were shrouded in flames and smoke, mixed with screams and howls of despair.

The fire control system adjusts the linked firepower system on the fighter plane at any time.

As long as the slightest sign of danger is found, the fire control system will open fire directly.

Valyrian stood on the fighter plane, looking solemnly at the buildings shrouded in thick smoke and flames.

Tens of billions of people are still hiding in those living coffins.

Valyrian was pessimistic about how much sanity they would retain.

There is no food and no security.

I'm afraid they have already collapsed under the double torture of mobs and whispers.

The legal department has been paralyzed, unable to maintain the security of the periphery.

At the beginning, some troops went to various residential areas to suppress the rioters.

But soon, those troops disappeared.

No news came back, and it was lost in the riot operation.

Later, the Ministry of Justice gave up its move to continue the suppression.

Because the thugs are not only thugs, but also many mutated hateful monsters.

Valyrian guessed that many of the people in those buildings had gone mad, become hideous monsters.

For this kind of thing, he resented the cowardice of ordinary people, and also resented the incompetence of the high lord.

But now, solving the problem is the most important thing.

Tattered banners were hung outside the burnt windows, scrawled with corrupted Chaos symbols.

Everyone is turning a blind eye to this, and it is meaningless to erase these flags.

Those lunatics will retaliate by releasing more banners.

Valyrian followed the gunship's hatch to the sky.

He vaguely felt uneasy.

The sky is getting redder and redder, even forming a weird blood-colored eye.

It's like there's a madman hungry for war and bloodshed peering into the world of Thrones.

People staying in Terra can neither see the sunrise nor the sunset.

Even if you sleep, you will be troubled by endless nightmares.

The high lord's foolishness had breached Terra's defenses.

There is no way to protect those innocent people who remain in the vast residential areas, and there is no way to protect those important industrial productions.

The troops could only hide behind the city walls, leaving large areas of residential areas and factories to be captured by mobs.

In the cabin, the fully armed Yubo sat beside Valyrian, looking even smaller.

In his hand was a safety manual that still smelled of ink.

Valyrian glanced at it, and it was signed by the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Code of Conduct for Special Strike Forces Security.

One: Never mind those ear whispers, they're pure fart. Disgusting, disgusting stuff. If you find yourself listening too intently to the whispers, or if you notice other soldiers behaving in a trance, bewildered by the whispers, please contact your nearest Inquisitor.

Two: Do ​​not act alone, you must ensure that there are more than five people acting together, and carry stable and reliable communication equipment and enough weapons and ammunition, if not, please ask your boss for such supplies. If your boss is unwilling to replenish your weapons and ammunition, and insists on sending you to the dangerous area to perform missions, please contact your nearest judge.

If there are guards and gray knights accompanying, this rule becomes invalid.

Three: During the execution of the mission, do not pay any attention to the help of any people of the empire. Our mission is to give priority to ensuring the safety of the Holy Emperor. Don't waste time on anyone who doesn't matter, regardless of their previous status. Remember, no one is more important than the Holy Emperor. If it is found that someone has violated the regulations, they will use various excuses to try to help those trapped imperial subjects. Please stay away from him, protect yourself, and contact the judge in time.

Four: During the execution of the mission, if you encounter imperial citizens who are covered with clothes or have body mutations, you can shoot them directly. This order is signed by the Marshal of the Imperial Army, so you don’t have to worry about being held accountable by a military court afterwards.

Remember, humans have only two eyes side by side, two opposite ears, a mouth smaller than the head and larger than the eyes, humans have a nose, two arms of equal length, and five fingers.

Humans have no bloody wings, no bony spurs, no fangs in their mouths, and no tentacles on their bodies.

When encountering individuals with such characteristics, the Ministry of Military Affairs allows direct shooting and killing without any military consequences.

Five: When encountering a large-scale gathering, you can use a loudspeaker to warn them to abide by the martial law and ask them to disperse immediately and return home. If the warning is invalid three times, or the opponent shows an aggressive posture, lethal military suppression can be adopted.

They have turned their backs on the Holy Emperor and want no mercy or burden.

Six: It is not allowed to pray to any existence other than the Holy Emperor, even your deceased parents or elders, you can only pray to the Holy Emperor.

Any soldier who violates this rule will be punished by the Inquisition.

Seven: It is not allowed to disseminate any non-state religion religious books, even talking about it is not allowed. If you find any violations, please contact the nearest judge.

Thirty: If you encounter an indescribable or indescribable monster, and there is no effect after a round of saturation attack, you are allowed to abandon the mission and escape from the danger zone, and contact the nearest judge.

Your lives are of little consequence, but you are the Emperor's currency.

There's no need to waste the Emperor's currency on an unkillable monster, that's the job of the Inquisitor.

Thirty-two: During the mission, if you see any of the following creatures, you can shoot directly.

A: Creeping shadows.

B: Children and women crying with their backs to the procession.

C: Citizens showing any inhuman traits.

D: The one with the weird smile.

E: Keep telling you that there are true gods besides the emperor and so on.

Thirty-three: Before entering the building to explore, if you hear an unusual sound or see an image like a hallucination, don't hesitate to directly cover the building with firepower.

Thirty-four: If you encounter a single judge or a single judge's assistant, immediately ask the other party to put down their weapons, and immediately contact the nearest team of judges to confirm the identity of the other party. If the other party is unwilling to comply, they can attack immediately.

Thirty-five: The judge has his own strike team. If the opponent is alone and strongly requires you to enter the dangerous area but is unwilling to show the corresponding authorization documents, you can attack directly.

Forty: The anti-riot force of the Ministry of Justice is no longer dispatched, and any radio messages asking you to go to support in the name of the anti-riot force do not need to be ignored.

Forty-one: If you find a single psyker, please contact the nearest Inquisition team, and don't provoke them.

Forty-two: If you feel a sudden coldness in an area and there is frost, please leave immediately. If possible, you can request fire coverage for this area and apply for the support of the judge team.

Fifty-seven: There are not so many bone spurs on the emperor's angel, and there will be no wriggling flesh and blood on the power armor. If you see these guys, don't hesitate to shoot them directly.

They are traitors, just shoot them.

Sixty: If you find that mobs are gathering on a large scale and are still sacrificing innocent people of the empire, you must call for artillery support and judges, and don't have any mercy, otherwise more people will die.

Seventy-five: If you find that an imperial vehicle has a mutation such as spikes or flesh eyes, you can try to purify it with a flamethrower until it returns to its original appearance. If it does not recover, you can choose to give up.

Seventy-six: The loyal imperial vehicle has no legs, no eyes, no arms, and no screaming. Any imperial vehicles that grow legs, hands, and make human roaring sounds are found to be a manifestation of the desecration of machine souls. Attacks are allowed. This order has been approved by the casting general.

Ninety: When interrogated by a judge, please answer honestly everything you know. Even if the other party wants to know how many meals you ate today, you must answer truthfully.

Lying is likely to be deemed potentially corrupt and thus cleaned up by the Inquisitor.

There are many rules, densely packed, and Valyrian saw that there are more than 170 rules, all of which are responses to various emergencies.

Mortal troops are extremely vulnerable to demons.

Their weapons are not effective at killing monsters from the Warp.

But demons are not omnipotent.

They also have weaknesses.

These codes can give mortals some advice and improve their ability to survive.

Given the fragile minds of mortals, many truths can only be revealed a little, so that they know who the enemy they are dealing with is.

Otherwise, knowing too much would only poison their minds.

Such safety rules avoid some problems to the greatest extent, and provide grassroots officers like Yubo with various emergency handling methods.

"My lord, we have arrived. The bird divination instrument shows that there are a large number of biological targets gathered here." Yu Bo's voice sounded, "Those thugs may be gathering."

Valyrian shook the halberd in his hands tightly, and the ammunition machine slave behind him also entered a fighting state.

It refills Valyrian's ammo and carries his spare weapon.

"Let's land," Valyrian said, looking at the emerging door.

The destination of his trip was a heavy-duty manufacturing facility near Parade Avenue.

Intelligence shows that a large number of thugs gathered here.

Valyrian had to get rid of them in order to ensure the stability of the parade road and ensure that the retreat of other troops would not be disturbed.

The gates of the factory facilities have been damaged, and the tall fortresses on both sides rose from the rising black smoke.

Valyrian called up the relevant facility drawings and found that this place was a labyrinth of castings and assembly lines in a smelter.

It was built countless years ago, when Terra was able to manufacture its own products.

Later, this place was often used to recycle unwanted central equipment.

Especially those military equipment whose value is too low to be exported to alien planets is not worth the candle.

This place offers a middle ground, which is to convert obsolete military equipment into civilian equipment and put it on the market again.

In this way, it can also stimulate some economies and provide jobs.

Fighter planes and gunboats roared under the low beams, and the airflow from the jets kicked up dust on the ground.

In the low roar. The strike force led by Valyrian and Yubo landed in a clearing that was shrouded in black mist and made it impossible to see.

Valyrian was the fastest. He jumped off the fighter plane, and his heavy body landed on the metal ground without making a sound.

Metal debris was scattered on the ground.

The mortal army led by Yubo filed out of the hovering Valkyrie cabin.

Array walked across the rattling ground.

The lights hanging from the muzzles of their lasguns glowed in the dark.

This place is like a huge mausoleum, dark and cold, exuding a disturbing atmosphere.

The unstable power supply system made the lights flicker, adding a touch of eerie.

Posters or leaflets with various profane words were scattered all over the place, blown by the wind from nowhere, and then scattered in all directions.

The super-heavy equipment of the Astral Army was once deployed here, and there are still elevators composed of giant mechanical arms hanging in the machine casings that have stopped, and they smell of sour oil and rotting metal.

With his superhuman senses, Valyrian could hear the voices of his enemies deep within the factory.

They didn't try to hide their presence in these places.

This also represents the increasing proliferation of evil in Terra.

These damned traitors are no longer just gutter rats, running for their lives in panic once exposed to the sun.

Now, they are blatantly exposing their existence.

Such indifference to the Empire's blows angered Valyrian, a sacrilege that could no longer be tolerated.

"Advance on alert." Yubo gave an order to his subordinates.

Valyrian ran, like a lion ready to go, eager to kill, and rushed into the depths of the factory.

Like a lantern in the dark, the empty cage elevator hangs silently in the unfathomable shaft.

He ran a certain distance and was able to play and get organized, ready to swarm out and take on the Empire.

Umber's team followed Valyrian as closely as possible.

But soon, they fell behind.

Valyrian, in golden armor, advanced furiously, his halberd crackling, arcing around his weapon, the outward manifestation of a tearing force field.

Valyrian broke into what had once been the assembly hall, where the conveyor belts used to transport the large parts were still in place.

Some conveyor belts are even littered with the remains of battle tanks.

They are exposed like monuments.

The empty assembly hall has become an abyss of corruption.

Those loyal to the Emperor were hung from the high ceilings by barbed chains, writhing their tormented bodies in the fetid air.

The eyes have been gouged out, and the skin on the body has been stripped in many places.

Blood dripped down their bodies.

What a cruel scene.

The thugs did not cut off their tongues, leaving them to scream in pain.

The screams of the desperate are also good sacrifices, and the powers of Chaos will gladly accept them and encourage the thugs to offer more.

The huge eight-pointed star pattern was carved on the wall by the workers here with labor tools, and then painted with the blood brought by the massacre.

In the pungent lube smell. Valyrian's keen sense of smell can smell human blood, sweat and despair.

Those thugs all gathered around a Mechanicum podium devoutly.

A gigantic metal platform with massive cables and noisy mechanical appendages.

Two semi-mechanical heads hung above, a mixture of engine oil and blood flowing.

Obviously, before the riot, these two mechanical heads belonged to two mechanical priests.

Below the hanging head is a priest in a torn red robe.

Gone is the imprint of gears and steel belonging to Mars, replaced by a crude eight-pointed star pattern.

The priest cupped a beating heart in his bloody hands and lifted it up into the air, as if asking for blessing.

It was an imperial soldier who took his heart from him.

The poor soldier's chest had been ripped open, exposing his white ribs.

Valyrian recognized the other party. It was a soldier who passed through the Lion's Gate in a troop carrier three days ago, went to the Hive City to perform a clean-up mission, and then reported the missing soldier.

Not just soldiers, but also some innocent citizens.

They were placed on conveyor belts, their hearts were removed in the same way, and sacrificed by the mob to their gods.

Those corpses soaked the conveyor belt in blood, exuding a pungent bloody smell.

In the cage farther away, seeing Valyrian's arrival, some captured soldiers and citizens made excited sounds.

The golden battle armor represents the extremely powerful Emperor's Guards. Even the demons crawling out of the subspace will be killed by them with one blow, and they are the most feared existence by the thugs.

They feel they are saved.

The thugs turned and looked at Valyrian with tyranny and cruelty in their eyes.

The souls of these people have been completely distorted and turned into abominable monsters.

Their bodies are like this factory, breeding the evil power of chaos.

The thug's skin was white, his eyes were pure black, and his tongue was maliciously spiked and scarlet.

Their faces were tattooed bloody with blunt knives.

Shards of metal were driven into the folds of skin, leaving the wound to bleed.

There is no fear in their eyes anymore, even if it is a forbidden soldier, they do not have the slightest awe.

"Traitor." Valyrian roared, waving his halberd and charged forward.

He is a blade forged by the Emperor, and these thugs cannot be his match even if he has received a little blessing from Chaos.

The halberd waved, like harvesting weeds.

Valyrian knocked them down with ease, and the mob that was rushing towards him was reduced to shattered limbs in seconds.

He went straight to the console to stop this large-scale blood sacrifice ceremony.

"Shoot, don't let anyone go. Ask for the fire support of the Inquisition, and tell them that there is a blood sacrifice ceremony here." Yubo's voice sounded, and the troops began to shoot, reducing the pressure on Valyrian.

The rays of the laser gun dispelled the darkness of the factory, illuminating the twisted and mutated flesh and blood.

Screaming and cursing, the mob swarmed like wild beasts.

Hundreds, thousands, and then tens of thousands came in densely.

Some mutated thugs wield sharp nails or bone spurs that are tens of centimeters long and exude black iron light.

There are also some holding simple weapons and waving them at will, without any rules.

Their eyes were all wide open.

Some of them are not just a pair of eyes, seven or eight eyes grow on their faces.

Those eyes all radiated malice, exuding madness and a desire to kill.

Valyrian showed no mercy, the halberd in his hand swept across, and no one could touch his armor.

In just a few breaths, a circle of torn flesh and blood was scattered around him, and the places he passed along the way were all splashed with a pungent bloody smell.

He moves fast, methodically killing at high speed.

The sound of heavy weapons booming came.

Parallel laser cannons and bipedal heavy machine slaves also entered the battle.

The heavy firepower deployed by Yubo began to play a role.

The sky roared again, and the support he wanted would arrive soon.

Umber's priority is different from Valyrian's, he is freeing his fellow soldiers and citizens who are trapped.

Yu Bo knew very well that the battle between the mutated thugs and the imperial army was beyond his ability to interfere, and saving people was the most important thing he should do.

Valyrian slaughtered thousands of thugs, even if they were mutated, they were worthless in front of him.

Valyrian was designed to be that way.

The Custodians were designed before the Emperor ruled Terra.

When the war is at a disadvantage, they will be sent to the place where the battle is the most intense, relying on their combat skills and violent force to turn the tide of the battle.

Soon, Valyrian was approaching the podium, and a path of blood and limbs had been paved under his feet.

The closer you get to the podium, the stronger the sense of oppression in the air.

A kind of coldness and malice diffused from the space and scattered in the air.

The priest was indifferent to Valyrian's approach, and he continued to sacrifice those poor people.

As efficient as a butcher.

His mechanical appendages help a lot.

A mechanical appendage grabbed it, a mechanical appendage disemboweled it, took out the heart, and threw the body back on the conveyor belt.

Efficient and concise.

In line with the purpose of Mechanics.

Valyrian could see the heaped heart, dripping with blood, piling up just like that, pleasing the powers of Chaos.

The thugs became more and more excited.

The distortions and mutations on their bodies became more and more terrifying, and some thugs could no longer even see traces of humans.

It landed on all fours like a beast, showing sharp fangs, and blood-red wings with bone spurs.

Valyrian started to slow down, and the mutated thugs put some pressure on him.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind in the air ahead.

The energy set off an air current, and all the gathered thugs were blown away.

Five crackling, arcing beams of light descended from the void.

In the light, there emerged the silhouette of a silver-gray warrior with a halberd and a crackling hammer.

The Inquisition support requested by Yubo arrives.

The Gray Knights belong to the Inquisition, and in many cases they act alongside the Inquisitors.

Their actions were very efficient. The moment they landed, they were ready to go, waving their weapons to meet the mob.

Valyrian adjusted himself slightly. When he was slaughtering, he was still observing the battle of the gray knights, and matched their rhythm to form a more efficient killing.

With the Gray Knights on the battlefield, victory for the Empire was inevitable.

Valyrian hacked his way up, the crushed and mangled corpses being thrown onto the conveyor belt.

They sprang up from the approaching ravine, jumped onto the high platform of the podium, grabbed the vents in its hull, and pulled themselves up.

Valyrian was the fastest. Upon reaching the control platform, he happened to see the priest take the heart of the last victim alive.

Beside the priest stood two blessed thugs.

Muscular and bloated, they were bigger than a Space Marine.

Iron chains were wrapped around their bodies, and the chaotic mark of the blood god was engraved on them.

The moment Valyrian stood on the platform, they roared and charged.

Unfortunately, Valyrian finished them off with just one blow.

The shattered limbs were swept out under the tyrannical force and scattered all over the ground.

The mechanical priest was not moved by this, he turned his head to look at the face of the imperial army, implanted with metal devices, and showed a mocking smile.

The victim's heart was crushed by him, and blood gushed out.

"You are here, but everything is already predestined." He said.

Valyrian pulled the trigger of the war halberd, and the explosive shells that spewed out tore the priest apart, and the scattered limbs fell among the mob below, making them scream even more piercingly.

By the time the Gray Knights came up, Valyrian had killed everyone on the platform.

"We are late," said the first Gray Knight.

Valyrian turned his gaze to them, and five Gray Knights joined him.

Holding different power weapons, the blue disintegration force field glows from them.

Symbols of purity are engraved on weapons and armor.

"We ended the blood sacrifice, why are we too late?" Valyrian asked puzzled.

"The storm of subspace is coming." The leading gray knight's tone was filled with anxiety, "The force that oppressed Terra has also come out."

Valyrian was very powerful, even if he faced five gray knights, he was confident that he could subdue them all without injury.

But he is not as sensitive to the Warp as the Gray Knight.

The Gray Knights are much better than him in this regard.

Psychic energy leaped from their bodies, radiating from every movement of them like heat.

Valyrian looked around, and he could feel a slight vibration.

Even though he has almost no sense of subspace, he has an instinctive intuition for danger.

On the ground, heavy machine slaves and artillery were still harvesting the lives of those thugs.

But those battles were insignificant.

Something is approaching.

The veil of reality and illusion has been pierced, and it will come.

Valyrian opened Yubo's communication panel, "Leave immediately, return to the fighter plane, the mission failed."

Yubo was in the upper hand at this time, the artillery and heavy fire machine slaves formed a violent firepower net, but he did not hesitate at all in the face of the order of the imperial army.

"Retreat." He gave the order, and then his subordinates broke away from the battle, took the rescued people, and left the abandoned factory along the way they came.

Supporting gunboats and fighter planes are waiting for them at the position just now.

Valyrian and Gray Knight destroyed some remaining sacrificial runes to prevent the acceleration of Houkai, and then chose to evacuate.

They ran at full speed, during which time the hall quickly disintegrated.

Large pieces of steel collapsed around, smashing through the ground, and many machines broke and fell into the ever-expanding abyss.

Entire buildings are collapsing, tons of rocks are collapsing into rubble.

When Valyrian escaped, the disintegration continued.

The collapse of that factory was only the beginning, and many more buildings followed.

A tall state church building exploded with a red light, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark.

The majestic walls collapsed along with the towers.

There was a big explosion deep in the ground, and a billowing column of smoke rose up.

The consequences of that blood sacrifice ritual are beginning to emerge.

An unprecedented earthquake struck, and a large number of buildings collapsed and were reduced to ruins in explosions and flames.

Valyrian, who withdrew his warplane at the last moment to escape danger, could not help but panic when he saw Terra in the earthquake.

The familiar Terra has disappeared.

The earth was torn apart, and a large number of buildings were reduced to ruins.

At a glance, the whole world looks like hell.

Hissing flames spewed out from the depths of the cracks in the earth, licking the crumbling towers.

The flames were incredible, reaching high into the thin air.

Valyrian could just make out the walls, obscured by smoke, through the distorted vision of the scorching air.

All the buildings around the center of the ceremony collapsed, and a frightening aura of subspace came out, carrying the purest malice and fear.

The Gray Knights stood beside Valyrian, their gray armor darkened by the light of the flames.

The gray knight in the lead looked at the sky, his expression becoming serious.

"They did, and the Shards of Khorne came, and Angron, the Son of Betrayal."

"Return to the walls," Valyrian said.

"Ming." Before the pilot could finish speaking, a terrifying wave of space being torn apart made him subconsciously swallow back the words that followed.

The sky burned up, and the space turned into a flowing bloody river.

That eye took shape, extremely scarlet, with endless anger, eager to destroy everything, and pull all life into eternal war.

The earth burned, and in the flames those truly terrible demons took shape.

They were born bathed in flames, with bone spurs growing on their backs, black eyes, and twisting long tongues suitable for hunting.

Staggering out of the burning sea, wielding strange weapons grown from flesh.

It is a highly hierarchical army of demons, brought down through earthly pain and ritual.

Burning flames all over his body, bathed in blood, screaming all kinds of profane words, he set foot on the land of the sacred world of mankind.

The psychic energy became more and more violent, and the aether storm spun to the point that it almost tore everything apart.

An even more terrifying existence crossed the barrier of the divine power and appeared in front of those troops.

A drool-drooling hellhound with numerous eyes and an iron collar.

Bound by heavy chains, a muscular Chaos Lord with flaming horns and eyes.

However, that's not all.

The sky darkened, then was illuminated again with a blood-red light.

The skies were torn apart in a raging aether storm.

Bound by iron chains, a brass giant with black flames came out of the crack.

The huge bat wings stretched out, bringing the huge body high into the sky, overlooking Terra from a condescending height.

The iron chains bound to the body wore skulls, rattling with their movements. resounds from every corner.

"Finally." The brass giant that came out let out a roar, and its war hooves trampled in the air along with the roar.

Blood waves rolled, and the earth shook.

The battle ax in his hand was covered with strange curse patterns, etched with runes representing the end etched on it, and shining with the blessing of the blood god.

Facing a great demon, Valyrian felt his breathing was difficult.

This is the most terrifying existence he has faced in his limited life.

But in the next second, another brass giant appeared in front of the terrified crowd.

"Finally." It also roared.

Cracks in the earth billowed with blood and flames.

"Finally."

Another demon came.

One after another, under the horrified eyes of Valyrian and the others.

A total of eighty-eight great demons of Khorne descended on the land of Terra.

The earth shook, and countless places were flooded with blood.

Skulls were floating in the sea of ​​blood, and countless corpses were floating.

No one can deny that this is a sign of the end.

The surviving mortals all wept, desperately begging the God-Emperor for help.

"Father, I'm back."

After the eighty-eight great demons of Khorne, a voice full of resentment and anger sounded.

A more terrifying figure appeared in front of the world.

Stepping over the veil of reality and reality, descend to Holy Terra.