Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Guilliman's voice was firm and powerful, full of majesty.

Like a thousand cannons roaring at the same time, it spread throughout the battlefield, so that every soldier with a weapon could hear it clearly.

"Fight for the Lord of Ultramar, fight for the Holy Emperor."

Sicarius, who was standing beside the Primarch, roared immediately.

The power sword in his hand made a crackling sound immediately.

With superb swordsmanship, he easily killed those demons and thugs.

Grand Marshal of the Black Templar-Amarich, Inquisitor Grey, and many imperial heroes who followed the Primarch to Terra also uttered battle cries.

They marched forward, invincible.

In front of the imperial troops with high morale, those demons were easily crushed like ants.

Those disgusting limbs were reduced to powder in the face of incomparable power, and were completely wiped away.

Some fighters from the Dark Angels Chapter who had completed the Primal Forge upgrade also joined the expeditionary fleet.

Their appearance represents the will of Grand Master Azrael.

The Dark Angels Chapter firmly stood by the Primarch's side.

Plus Space Wolves, White Scars, Raven Guard and more.

Guilliman has the support of a large number of mother groups.

It was a symbol, and a representation of an unimaginably powerful force held by Guilliman.

The mother group has an unimaginable appeal to the child group.

The recognition of Guilliman by the mother group also means that a large number of subgroups have recognized Guilliman.

The Imperial Fist Chapter who went to Beta-Garmon, and the Iron Hands Chapter had also sworn allegiance to Guilliman.

It can be said that more than 80% of the battle groups in the entire empire are in the hands of the imperial regent - Guilliman.

Within the empire, he was already the out-and-out uncrowned king.

Even the Custodians have to admit that today, when the Emperor sits on the golden throne, many Primarchs are missing and their whereabouts are unknown.

Guilliman was already the de facto ruler of the Empire.

It can even be said to be the second-generation master of mankind, the new emperor of mankind.

No human force can shake his position.

On the battlefield, countless imperial heroes stepped out of the beam of light.

They rallied into battle formations and launched a counter-charge against the demons and thugs.

The Astral Army corps armed to the teeth kept pouring out their firepower.

Cooperating with the high-altitude bombing, the human counterattack is no longer something demons and thugs can stop.

In the face of the violent human firepower, the demon army that was aggressive and wanted to enter the palace was quickly smashed to pieces.

The grand, long, uplifting chant continues.

The singing strengthens the human side, and constantly weakens the demon.

The blood god domain was shattered bit by bit.

The scarlet in the sky is slowly fading, gradually returning to normal.

The power of the demon also decreased.

Efficiently slaughtered by many imperial heroes.

In low Earth orbit on Terra, Celestine's ship, the Emperor's Glory, is constantly releasing the Emperor's power.

Countless believers sang together, their wills gathered together, and through the transformation of the lighthouse, they formed a force capable of confronting the blood god domain.

This is a miracle.

For those ordinary people, this is an out-and-out miracle.

The Arks of the National Church wandering in the solar system are all approaching the ship that Celestine is on.

Bloodied and wounded, the Painful Lasher wailed, moved to tears at the sight of such a sacred sight.

Those devout priests fell on all fours, piously kneeling on the ground, begging the God Emperor for salvation, singing the praises of the saint and the great Primarch.

The emotions they prayed to the God Emperor were also collected by the lighthouse, thus converging into a more powerful force.

This force overwhelmed the daemons of Terra, making them fight the human forces under heavy pressure, which put them at a great disadvantage.

Under various unfavorable circumstances, the great demon was quickly defeated in the siege.

They are powerful.

Space Marines who have undergone Primal Forge upgrades are not weak either.

Some fighters have even awakened and began to master the powerful boost brought by Guilliman's Heart, embarking on a true demigod path.

This is an incomparably powerful force that makes them far surpass the past, and hopefully become the most powerful human warriors.

This is Guilliman's gift.

A completely new technology that has never been seen before.

Besieged by Gray Knights, Primaris Space Marines and Sisters of Silence.

The big demons burning with black flames fell one after another.

They waved their weapons in vain, trying to hold out longer under the siege of the Gray Knights, Primaris Space Marines.

However, in the face of overwhelming force superiority.

They can't do much at all.

One by one they were deported back.

Angron was trampled under by Guilliman, and could only let out a helpless roar.

This is a great shame.

But he can't do anything.

After 10,000 years, he thought he had far surpassed Guilliman who had been sleeping all this time.

He didn't know how wrong he was until now.

He was no match for Guilliman at all.

He was defeated by the opponent so easily, and was trampled underfoot, humiliating to the extreme.

The great demon who was still invincible just now was quickly wiped out.

Under the bombardment of countless artillery fires, their huge bodies fell overwhelmed, making loud rumbling noises, and exuding a poisonous bloody smell.

Seeing this scene, those low-level demons and thugs fled in all directions.

The carnival is over, and what follows is a bloody and brutal killing.

The Empire will show no mercy.

Anyone who tried to bring the Empire to ruin will pay a heavy price.

Thousands of troops filled the gaps in the defenses and pushed beyond Lions Gate.

Demons and thugs were crushed to pieces before the torrent of steel.

Building after building was recovered and cleaned up.

Those thugs had nowhere to escape. Even if they hid in abandoned buildings, they would be pulled out one by one and shot dead in public.

Their bodies were piled together and cremated together.

Those buildings distorted by the subspace and covered with chaotic flesh and blood returned to normal after being purified by the flamethrower, but they inevitably became scorched black.

On the other side, under the watchful eyes of countless imperial soldiers, the Primarch Angron was pushed to the execution stand.

This is Guilliman's order.

He wanted to execute Angron himself and announce his return.

For some special reasons, Guilliman did not use the Emperor's Sword to completely annihilate Angron's soul.

A living Angron was more in line with the needs of his plan.

Time to have some fun with the demons of the Warp.

No one can deny the power of Chaos.

But they are not omnipotent.

Or that nothing is perfect.

Any existence that claims to have this characteristic is, without exception, a liar.

The universe is evolving, everything came into existence from nothing, and even truth itself is constantly changing, collapsing, and reshaping.

The concept of omnipotence is relative, and it does not really exist.

The Chaos Gods rule the kingdoms located in the warp, and they have countless demons serving them.

It can also affect the real universe, and countless wars broke out because of them.

Ignorant people regard it as an invincible god, fear it, and dare not have any contact with it, for fear that they will go astray.

Guilliman didn't care much, the subspace couldn't corrupt him, so he was naturally fearless.

He knew that the Chaos Gods were not as united as the world thought.

Those demons are actually full of contradictions, and there is no communication and trust between them.

There is no doubt that Angron is a good breakthrough.

As long as one of them can be pried, they can be plunged into chaos, fighting each other constantly, and have no time to take care of the real universe.

This is not Guilliman's delusion. Chaos has been fighting for countless years in the eternal battlefield.

They hate each other more than they hate humans.

Among the two choices of killing human beings or killing their companions in the subspace who are also great powers of chaos, they will choose the latter without hesitation.

The history of human birth is less than a fraction of the history of the universe.

The power of chaos doesn't care about a tiny species that is short-lived.

They just see it as part of their game.

The eternal battlefield is a part, and the real universe is also a part.

It is not human potential that humans are chosen by them. Nor are humans special.

But in this era, human activities are the most frequent.

For this reason, they selected human beings to fight and fight in the universe, as part of pleasing them.

Human beings are pawns used by the gods for fun.

But chess pieces can sometimes become chess players.

As long as you can grasp the opponent's weakness, you can guide the opponent to achieve your goal.

On the high platform, Guilliman raised the battle ax blessed by the gray knight, and he was going to decide Angron himself, which was even more shocking.

Angron was firmly bound by countless iron chains.

His head was firmly pressed on the execution platform by a mechanical device, just like an ancient death row prisoner.

"It stands to reason that a slave should not enjoy the treatment of being personally executed by the regent of the empire, but who told you that I was a brother!! I know you will not die, Angron, you will be reborn in the subspace. But I Don't care, a coward who doesn't dare to resist has nothing to scare people. You dare not resist Khorne, you dare not resist Lorgar, you dare not resist me, you will only cowardly hide in the subspace, away from me Sight. In that case, you are no different from death to me."

Angron's eyes were burning with anger, and the unspeakable anger made him howl.

He could see that Guilliman was humiliating him.

But now, there was nothing he could do but endure such humiliation.

Guilliman swung his ax and slashed at Angron's head, and the head with its flaming demon horns fell to the ground with a loud bang.

After rolling a few times, the black flame covering the head gradually disappeared, leaving only the hideous head with the Butcher's Nail implanted in it.

A Glory veteran next to him raised his head, then raised the power sword in his hand, and let out a roar.

The people watching in the audience also gave out excited cheers.

They looked at the noble and holy Primarch with piety and fanaticism in their eyes.

For the first two hours, they were in despair, wondering whether the palace would fall today, and whether the empire that had stood for thousands of years would just fall apart.

But now, they have swept away the demons, and all enemies who tried to stop them have been destroyed.

It was all because of Guilliman's arrival that the hopeless battle situation was turned upside down.

"Regent." The veteran held Angron's head in front of Guilliman.

"Throw it up," Guilliman said.

The Glory veteran showed a hint of joy, and he threw Angron's head into the air as ordered by the Primarch.

Guilliman raised his other hand. Wearing the gauntlet of the ruling hand on it.

Explosive bombs sprayed out, intertwined into a barrage, smashing Angron's head to pieces.

"Hang up his headless body and tell everyone that traitors do not deserve forgiveness," Guilliman said.

Guilliman glanced at the advance of the front line, and it would take a few weeks to completely restore the former grandeur.

Those thugs and demons need to be completely wiped out, only in this way can a brand new Terra be rebuilt on the ruins.

Guilliman turned and walked off the high stage, while Valanor, who was supported by someone, stood under the stage.

Before the other party could speak, Guilliman directly stated his purpose.

"I'm going to meet my father in the throne room."

"Understood, Lord Regent." Valano nodded.

After the performance just now, Valanor has already had a preliminary understanding of the powerful appeal and power of this Primarch.

No power can stop him any longer.

there is none left.

Unless the Emperor stepped down from his golden throne, nothing could stop Guilliman from doing anything.

In that case, it is better to be obedient.

That way there might be room for negotiation.

A few minutes later, a ready hovering airship docked in front of Guilliman.

The distance from the Lion Gate to the throne room of the Imperial Palace is not short, and it is impossible to walk.

Guilliman picked out a few followers, led by the Imperial Army, boarded the hovering airship, and headed for the depths of the palace.

The vehicle left the Lion's Gate area with the Primarch and entered the inner court area of ​​the palace.

There are hundreds of millions of refugee civilians staying here, and they are the lucky ones.

Before the demon invasion showed signs, it had already fled to the palace.

They are all praying, hoping to get the protection of the Emperor.

The arrival of Guilliman made them extremely excited.

These people cheered Guilliman's name and watched the hovercraft fly towards the palace.

They raised their voices in prayer, hoping that the Emperor would give him enlightenment to guide mankind and save them from endless suffering.

Along the way, hundreds of millions of eyes watched the Primarch and his party gradually penetrate into the heart of the Emperor's Realm.

Guilliman didn't really care about that.

He has long been accustomed to people's fanaticism.

Occasionally he would smile and wave in response to the zealots.

Most of the time, he stood silently on the aircraft.

Immerse yourself in your mind.

Talk to your own golden finger, the auxiliary elf.

At this time, he was checking the completion of the second phase of the task.

[Controlling Terra, controlling the power of the empire, as the home planet of mankind, controlling this place has extraordinary symbolic significance. 】

At this point, the task has been prompted to complete.

[Congratulations to the host, the second stage of the database has been opened, you can read the relevant technical knowledge, and the subspace firewall technology you are most concerned about also has calculation drafts of concepts and data models. 】

The voice of the helper elf echoed in Guilliman's mind.

"It's finally unlocked."

A thought of relief came to Guilliman.

The subspace firewall is very important, and it is related to him, and even the future of the entire human race.

In this dark universe.

Humanity has been caught in a dilemma.

The Warp is the source of much of humanity's misery.

But it is also an important foundation for human existence.

The Warp is the world of unreal things like emotions and dreams.

The human soul is nourished by the illusory world of the Warp.

In a sense, human souls are rooted in the subspace, just like plants absorb nutrients from the subspace to grow and evolve.

The same goes for any race with a soul, except for the soulless Necrons.

Like leeks sown in the subspace, with the advancement of civilization, the fluctuations in the subspace gradually become stronger and brighter.

It is impossible for humans to completely abandon the warp.

Without the Warp, the Empire would collapse in no time.

The human soul will also slowly become weak, and finally die completely.

The exorcism dead zone of the space necromancers has a very vicious effect, that is, to isolate the connection between the subspace and all life.

Once a human being enters the death zone of exorcising spirits, he will be weak and mentally weak at the least, and will die suddenly suddenly at the most serious.

The Emperor had long predicted the tragedy of humanity.

The human soul grows rapidly in the warp, but has no means to protect itself.

It's like a field of leeks, which are about to mature and become thick and big.

But this leek field doesn't even have a fence.

The demons were naturally ecstatic, waving their sickles and preparing for a feast.

The Webway Project is largely about building a fence to keep the demons out and protect human evolution.

Unfortunately, this plan failed.

Guilliman's warp firewall is also to build a fence to keep the demons out.

Of course, his plan was not the same as the Emperor's plan.

The Emperor is trying to replace the Warp with the Webway.

Guilliman's plan for the Warp Firewall is to build a Warp with only the Human Area Network.

The real Warp is like one big, unlimited Internet.

All races, all life can land.

As long as you have a soul, you can resonate with the subspace, you can log into the subspace, learn various mysterious spells, or glimpse those ancient histories, and you can also communicate with all kinds of strange things to expand your knowledge. , or use those existences to complete their own transactions.

A lot of psykers, wizards, or some kind of messy people who can connect to the warp are easily bewitched by demons when they hang out in the warp.

Those demons pretended to give some benefits, pretending to be good brothers, guides, and mentors, to deceive those fools into trusting them.

When the time is right, they will speak ill of various emperors and empires, and advocate concepts such as democracy and freedom.

These people without the ability to discern raised the banner of anti-emperor with righteous indignation.

With a look of sacrificing his life, he vigorously launched a movement against the dictatorship and the emperor.

It wasn't until the day of his death that he realized that he had been fooled by others.

People advocate those things purely for harvesting souls.

After these idiots were cheated, they still wanted to condemn those demons with righteous indignation, but found that being eaten alive by those demons was not enough, and the other party even wanted to say something mockingly.

"Although you already have nothing, you were spurned by the emperor, played by the gods, and ended your life so tragically, but you have gained freedom."

Guilliman's subspace firewall is to isolate it and establish a regional network subspace that only humans can log in, and is no longer connected to the outside.

Circle most of the people who don't have the ability to discern, so that they can live a normal life without being influenced and bewitched by chaos.

A few capable people can go beyond the firewall, roam in the real subspace, explore the movement of many demons in the subspace, observe their growth and changes, and build walls without being complacent.

The subspace firewall was listed as a top priority item by Guilliman.

Recovering the dark side of the empire is not as important as this plan. Once completed, human beings will have the ability to protect themselves in the subspace.

In other words, that is, humans have obtained the basic disk.

With the firewall, the human empire can attack when advancing, and defend when retreating.

There is no need for the ignorant and ignorant people to think that they are fighters for democracy, angels of peace, rebelling with a single tendon, and want to overthrow the dictator, the Emperor, after being deceived by a few words.

The devil's mouth is full of oil just watching the human fight.

Of course, now the Great Rift has appeared.

Demons and traitors can more easily appear in the real universe.

If he directly announces his plan, it will definitely be destroyed by the demons and thugs.

If you don't play tricks, you don't want to complete the firewall plan.

After taking charge of Terra, Guilliman planned to engage in several more projects to confuse the public and confuse the enemy.

For example, get some technology to repair the Internet, create a group of warriors who can kill demons, send people to explore the road of different universes, and so on.

These plans all have a certain urgency and necessity. If these plans can be successfully implemented, human beings can gain more initiative.

For example, exploring paths to other universes could prepare for the Imperium Escape of Mankind.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

When you lose, the strategy turns into the strategy.

There is no shame in losing, and if you don't die, you will have a chance to regain face and make a comeback.

Not to mention the webway, this thing is like building a highway, it can be used after repairing it.

If the Spirit Race can use it, humans can naturally use it too.

According to the emperor's teaching.

Guilliman did not plan to repair the entrance of the webway on important planets such as Terra and Mars.

He looked for those remote galaxies, or directly repaired the webway in the void.

He cultivated piece by piece.

One star sector is repaired to another star sector.

If it can't be repaired well, it should be used to divert the enemy's sight.

Fixed to also reduce the effect of warp storms on Imperial ships.

The demons are very obstructive, and if they can be expelled, they will be expelled, and if they cannot, they will be repaired in another place.

Repair a little here, a little there, and after a long time, everything will be repaired.

Guilliman had already made up his mind not to follow the extreme approach of the Emperor.

The Emperor fights like the stars.

Opening a mine, pulling half-baked technology, just thinking about exploding troops.

This thing has a slight misoperation, and it will be cold immediately, and there is no fault tolerance rate.

This wave of soldiers must be powerful.

But there is no electricity, no mines for logistics, and the planet under his command is full of public grievances.

But the other party took a little bit of pressure and breathed a sigh of relief, his own logistics couldn't handle it, and the galaxies under his command couldn't bear the oppression, and they all declared independence.

After a while of prestige, I ended up GG.

Guilliman planned to play it safe.

First, the empire's ruling system has undergone a major shake-up to stabilize its own rule and ensure that its orders can be passed on to the bottom.

Second, strengthen the research and development of science and technology, further strengthen human science and technology, and build a stronger army.

Strengthen the national strength, even if there are mistakes, there is still a fault tolerance rate.

As long as the firewall is 10%, the devil is just a disease of scabies, and the human empire can easily handle it.

After looking at the theoretical knowledge of the firewall, Guilliman settled down to check the technical knowledge of its second-stage database.

More giant creations appeared in the database.

Even scientific and technological knowledge such as strong force materials is stored in the database of the second stage.

This is a first-class good stuff.

As we all know, the densest and hardest material in the universe is the neutron star material.

A spoonful of neutron star matter is one billion tons, and even the atomic nuclei are squeezed together.

No matter what kind of material is used for forging, it is extremely strong.

To use neutron star materials to forge things, the technological level of civilization needs to be extremely high.

At this stage, the human empire simply cannot reach it.

Strong force is a compensatory technique.

Utilize the strong magnetic force possessed by the basic particles to forcibly arrange all the atoms together to form an absolutely smooth plane.

The material constructed in this way is also extremely strong, even steel is as fragile as tofu in front of it.

Strong force materials are definitely the top killers that can change the galaxy war.

With this thing in place, Guilliman still has the confidence to face the top dynasty of the Necrons.

The second-generation technology about super soldiers is also included, biological engines, dark matter computers, etc. are all available. As long as you follow the steps, you can upgrade the original fighters again and get stronger bodies and brains.

With his super brain, Guilliman quickly browsed the database of the second stage.

The knowledge in it is as vast as the ocean, and Guilliman can only glance at it roughly.

Look for opportunities in the future, and then study slowly.

The scientific and technological knowledge of the second-stage database is more advanced than that of the first-stage database.

The basic theories in the microscopic field are also getting more and more in-depth.

This knowledge can enable the human empire to achieve better development.

In addition to physical technology, the second-stage database also contains knowledge about supernatural forces such as subspace, souls, and magic.

Obviously, after civilization has developed to a certain level, the subspace is a hurdle that cannot be bypassed.

After checking the knowledge of the database, Guilliman also gained confidence.

This knowledge is enough to help the human empire build a subspace firewall.

It can even analyze the network channel and reverse the technology, so as to realize the purpose of building the network channel.

A large amount of material science knowledge can also promote the human lighthouse project.

The Lighthouse Project is also very important.

Once the promotion is successful, the dependence of human beings on subspace communication will be greatly reduced, and human beings will be able to communicate quickly and safely. Send message.

It took a long time for Guilliman to recover from the cheers of the surrounding people.

He raised his head and found that the outline of the palace had appeared on the horizon in the distance.

The structure of the palace located on the hills gradually becomes clear.

Among them, the most eye-catching one is the astronomical torch that shoots out the splendor of piercing the clouds and breaking the sun.

The anti-gravity hovercraft skimmed over the high wall and entered the palace avenue where the statues of the twelve saints stood.

Those silent sculptures stood on the grand square, watching their group.

Each frame of these sculptures is huge, comparable to an emperor-level Titan.

After crossing the square, the hovering airship reached the palace.

Guilliman looked up at the palace gates.

Even he seemed extremely small at this moment.

The towering gate is carved with scenes of angels and demons fighting.

When he got here, the hovering airship could no longer move forward, so he could only walk.

Led by the Custodian, Guilliman passed through numerous and magnificent arches and wonders.

Finally, he came to the last arch.

Pass through this door and you will arrive at the Emperor's Throne Hall.

An ancient memory came to mind, ten thousand years ago, when Guilliman arrived on Terra, the war had just ended.

Seriously wounded, the Emperor was carried into the throne room by Custodians and Loyalists.

After the Emperor, who was seriously wounded, made his final entrustment to the loyal Primarchs, he sat on the Golden Throne. Since that day, He has never spoken again.

Guilliman stood in front of the throne room door.

Something has changed here and 10,000 years ago.

The Throne Room sits within a soaring, solemn sanctuary.

Guilliman looked around, and the changes here also revealed a little bit of the changes of human beings in the past ten thousand years.

Ten thousand years ago, this place was very simple, and there were no buildings used to show its identity.

But now, all kinds of sculptures are placed here, and countless long-burning candles are burning, releasing a faint fragrance and a strong smell of fireworks.

Guilliman gazed at the huge stained-glass windows that shone with golden light.

The great feats of the Emperor depicted above.

He walked alone to the final portal.

The melodious bell rang, resounding for dozens of miles.

The suspended mechanical skull and cherubs are recording this great moment through built-in devices, and broadcasting to the outside communication network.

The whole of Terra, the whole solar system is watching this moment.

Billions watched as the doors of the throne room opened silently.

Through the slowly opened door, believers only glimpsed the deep darkness and the permeating white mist.

The white mist wrapped around Guilliman's feet like a swarm of snakes, and spread to several steps behind the primarch.

Guilliman took a deep breath.

He will face his greatest test.

The fate of mankind will also depend on today.

He stepped into it, and the door slowly closed behind him.

Even with mental preparation.

Guilliman still felt horrified and viscerally apprehensive about everything in the throne room.

The size of the throne room is extremely large, filled with all kinds of machines.

Steam pipes of seemingly endless length covered the floors and walls, tangling cables like dying serpents.

Towering equipment, lined up in rows, mixed with gauges with countless panels.

Many thick pipes run through the ground and extend underground.

The Throne Room is only the terminal of these devices, the larger structure is located under the dungeons of the Palace.

Guilliman was able to glimpse the ambitions of the creators and the wisdom contained in these devices from these devices.

The only pity is that none of them are working and are covered in dust.

These devices have been abandoned.

After the Emperor admitted the failure of his webway projects, these brilliant machines were shut down and left to gather dust.

Guilliman walked through these devices and reached the center of the throne room.

In the center of this huge room sits a curious golden structure.

Several kilometers high.

The whole body is inlaid with golden rune circuits.

Relying on his own knowledge, Guilliman observed for a long time, and finally had to admit that he could not fully analyze the Golden Throne.

The Emperor was more terrifying than he had imagined.

You know, he has activated the database of the second stage, and possesses the civilization knowledge enough to build a galaxy empire.

But there is still no way to see through the operating mechanism and principle of the Golden Throne.

The emperor was originally a golden throne built by his own wisdom.

Around the golden throne, there are black metal coffins.

Guilliman walked over the coffins, which contained shriveled humans.

Among them were twelve or thirteen-year-old children, whose immature faces were full of pain and confusion.

Guilliman shuddered at this.

The souls of these people have been fragmented and sent to the Golden Throne as nourishment.

Those black metal coffins are soul siphons, drawing out their souls and feeding the Emperor, allowing him to calm the out-of-control Webway.

This is a very desperate plan.

No matter what the ending is, the future destiny of mankind is dark.

Guilliman calculated that there are 10,000 coffins here, which means that the Emperor needs to kill 10,000 psykers every day.

When the Emperor first ascended the Golden Throne, it was only necessary to burn a thousand psykers.

And now, He needs to burn ten thousand of them to death.

What about after that?

How many more does He need to burn to death?

One day, the number of psykers cannot support his consumption.

At that time, who should be burned?

For the continuation of the Emperor, to burn those innocent people?

There is nothing wrong with the fact that the Emperor has protected mankind for ten thousand years.

If there is no emperor, mankind may have perished in the age of long night, becoming a member of those ancient civilizations that were annihilated.

But if it continues like this, it will only lead human beings to the abyss, and in the end, it will be beyond redemption.

The Emperor was becoming what he once hated most.

Just like the warlord Moranson's Pope who was killed by him in the unification war.

In the beginning, the pope was just a priest wandering in the wasteland, he brought clean water and food everywhere, and gave them to the poor.

He is kind and charitable, and is a genuinely good man.

Soon, those who were helped by him also began to follow him sincerely.

He gradually became stronger and more pious, trying to do all kinds of good things.

Save the dying tribe and cure the diseases of the poor.

When Terra fell into chaos and fighting, this man protected those poor people with the power of faith.

For this reason, more and more people joined his team.

In order to protect these people, he began to sacrifice to the subspace, using blood sacrifices in exchange for stronger power.

If you can protect ten thousand people, what does it matter if you sacrifice one person?

In order to protect the people who followed him, this once kind pastor began to constantly break through his own bottom line, blood sacrifice after scene, using the genetic machine of the Long Night Era to create ferocious humanoid soldiers, using various terrifying weapons to deter the enemy, even It is to destroy the other party.

He only wants to protect those believers who want to be protected by him.

For the sake of the so-called justice, he began to destroy the enemy by all means, spread his teachings more actively, and tried to build a better world.

For victory, he offered more tribute.

For those believers who want to be protected, he slaughtered more people in exchange for power.

In the end, he was no longer willing to leave this world.

For his people, in order to protect those innocent people, he wants to survive by whatever means, in exchange for more power.

In the end, the priest was called the Pope, and died at the hands of the Emperor during the War of Unification of Terra.

But what is the difference between the current He and the Pope who was once spurned by Him? ?

He committed appalling atrocities for his so-called protection.

Superstition and ignorance make human beings sink deeper and deeper.

If killing 10,000 psykers a day can keep the empire alive, what does it matter to murder them?

If enough souls are enough to keep a monarch alive, what is the death of a child? ?

Guilliman withdrew his gaze and suppressed his thoughts.

He needs to change all this, but there is no rush.

Many things cannot be resolved in a hurry.

He stepped up to the steps of the golden platform.

At its very top, is a huge throne made of gold and silver.

Its exterior was patched with layers of bronze and platinum.

It seems that the internal parts have failed and been repaired many times.

The Lord of Humanity, the Strongest Psyker, the Absolute Leader of the Empire, the Almighty Father, Omnissia, a man with countless titles sits on the Golden Throne.

Guilliman couldn't see the face of the other party clearly, only the soulless could see the true face of the Emperor.

He saw a haggard, pained face, lifeless, perched on the seat.

Then what he saw began to change.

A king of unlimited power contemplates on his throne.

An old man with white hair, similar to his father, with a serious face, seemed to give him a piece of advice.

Guilliman stood where he was, and under his observation, the image of the Emperor was constantly changing.

Pain, joy, excitement, death, filled with countless emotions, flashed in front of him in an instant.

"Father." Guilliman looked directly at the Emperor shrouded in light, and said, "I'm back."

The Golden Throne had activated the stasis field, and logically, the Emperor would not have heard Guilliman's voice.

But Guilliman still felt the gaze of a powerful, infinitely powerful will.

The power of that will is not inferior to the power of chaos.

This made Guilliman a little nervous.

Suddenly, He spoke.

The countless voices instantly made Guilliman feel a splitting headache.

Thousands of voices sounded in my head at the same time.

Guilliman almost couldn't help scolding his mother.

"Guilliman."

"Thirteen sons."

"The Lord of Limits."

"hope."

"Savior."

"disappointment."

"fraud."

"traitor."

"The lost."

Guilliman's body has been strengthened, and the dominance template allows him to have power far beyond that of the Great Demon and the Primarch.

But at this moment, Guilliman also felt his brain buzzing.

He felt like he heard everything and felt like he heard nothing.

The concept of language becomes very funny at this moment.

"I seek your help." Guilliman said, fighting back the pain. "I need the technical knowledge of the Webway."

Numerous and terrifying thoughts washed over his meaning. It also includes anticipation of the future.

At this moment, Guilliman doubted whether his head would explode.

"A resuscitator."

"Two souls."

"son?"

"A whole new tool."

A grand plan ruined, a terrifying ambition never realized.

Countless information kept pouring into Guilliman's mind.

Conversing with the Emperor is like venting a levee that is squeezed to the point of collapse.

Countless information gushed out, they didn't care whether it was the information Guilliman needed, and they just kept pouring into his mind.

Stellar histories, races older than time, alien wars, too horrific to seem like real memories.

"I want the technical knowledge of the webway." Guilliman tried to hold on, asking one last time.

He decided that if he still had no answer, he would leave and find another way.

Continuing to talk to the Emperor will surely blow my mind.

Even those who hate intelligence in Taiwan can't handle such a terrifying amount of information.

"Guilliman," amidst countless frenzied shouts, a will overwhelmed everything and made a voice, "Mars, the mysterious underground palace. Mordo, the forgotten altar."

Countless memories came with the shout, and Guilliman accepted them all.

Countless pictures emerged.

Those pictures originated before the Great Crusade began, before Terra was unified.

The emperor and many immortals are already planning the establishment of the human empire and the webway plan.

"I'm taking my leave." Guilliman absorbed what he needed from those images, and then turned to leave.

This kind of dialogue, even if the brain is strengthened, it can't handle it.

Finished