Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"My lord, do you have any orders to summon me?"

Sicarius walked in, looked at Guilliman who was sitting upright, and asked puzzledly.

Guilliman stood up, the armor making a beautiful sound as he moved.

He wears the armor that brought him back from the dead at all times.

This suit of armor is not just a simple creation of the Mechanicum, it contains a trace of the power of the god of death. It is the power of the god of death that fills the wounds of Guilliman's soul and allows him to be resurrected.

In the duel in Thessala, Guilliman was stabbed severely by the traitorous Primarch Fulgrim. The knife pierced his neck and made him sleep for tens of thousands of years.

That wound is not as simple as a physical wound, but also a wound on the soul.

Otherwise, even if the original body's heart is dug out, the original body will not die suddenly.

The Primarch Ferrus who was killed was also because Fulgrim used a weapon containing the power of chaos, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to kill a Primarch.

So far, Guilliman has no way to get rid of this suit of armor. Maybe he can find a way when his cheat database is unlocked to the second level.

"The astropaths received a message that the Sara galaxy was besieged by plague warriors, and they needed some help. I analyzed this message and found that this galaxy is on our way, so I made a decision. Prepare to let the Glory of Macragge lead a part of the fleet to solve the problems of this galaxy. I need you to gather fighters so that when we jump out of the subspace, we can form a force. Our speed must be as fast as possible Quickly, after cleaning up the Sara galaxy, we will return to the fleet and head to the industrial galaxy-Konor."

Sicarius hesitated for a moment before saying in a cautious tone, "You don't need to do this yourself, just leave it to Captain Phikris, and he will finish it well. You should not get involved in the battlefield , we cannot bear the risk of losing you."

"No, I can't make a decision and have someone else fight for it while I hide behind, and the fleets are all split up eventually and have to be split to help different galaxies. I am the Primarch and the Empire needs I am victorious, the people of the empire need me to be victorious, and it is decided, Sicarius, prepare."

Guilliman's tone became serious, beyond doubt.

Going to the Sara galaxy to clean up the plague fighters, in addition to appeasing the people, Guilliman also has his own little plan.

The master template can transform the belief of the people of the empire into strength. The higher the popularity and the more outstanding the record, the more trust the people of the empire will have.

Just like the killing book in the canyon, the buffs are constantly superimposed, and in the end, people block and kill people, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

Guilliman has always been very clear about his enemy, that is Chaos God.

He lives, the evil god dies.

He dies, the evil god lives.

The confrontation between the two parties is as sharp as water and fire, and there is no way to compromise or ease it.

One side must fall to be considered the end of this war.

Guilliman must seize every opportunity to improve his prestige and show off his reputation, so that the people of the empire firmly believe that he is the thirteenth son of the empire, the Lord of Ultramar, the light of salvation.

Hearing Guilliman's firm and unquestionable words, Sicarius could only agree.

He lowered his head, bowed, then turned around and walked out, gathering the fighters on Macragge's Glory, getting them ready for battle, and striving to clear the Sara galaxy as quickly as possible.

Guilliman will take away a fleet alone to save the Sara galaxy.

Other fleets will be managed by different heroes.

Gathering such a large number of warships together is certainly powerful.

But there is no way to win as soon as possible and restore the stability of Ultramar.

The fleet must be separated, Celestine, Amariqi and other imperial heroes each lead a fleet to rescue those galaxies that are deeply trapped by the minions of chaos.

The ultimate goal of these fleets is the industrial galaxy-Konor, which is the outermost edge of the Ultramar star field and the closest to the edge of the empire's border.

The heroes of the empire will go to the Konor galaxy from different routes and save the galaxies that need to be rescued along the way.

When all the fleets have arrived in the Konno galaxy, the crusade against the forces of chaos in the Ultramar star field is basically considered to be the overall situation, and then it can radiate to other star fields of the empire.

Saint Celestine, Inquisitor Grey and other imperial heroes do not want the Primarch to go to the battlefield in person, fearing that they will lose him like they did ten thousand years ago. However, they were still persuaded by Guilliman, and they each took their fleets to complete their own missions and save those people who were in deep misery.

On the bridge of the Glory of Macragge.

The computer slaves connected to the main control center trembled so much that the nerve cables connected to their cerebral cortex also trembled.

The machine slaves broadcast information in neat voices.

"Coordinate data detected, Sara galaxy."

The captain with a robotic arm inspected the many data windows in front of him with his electronic prosthetic eyes, and shouted: "Enter the physical space."

The data director, the power director, and the intelligence director share and update the data at every moment with the fastest speed allowed by their respective mechanical components, so that they can better control this huge ship.

"The entity universe coordinate data has been analyzed."

"The energy circuit is being converted, trying to open the entrance to the physical universe."

"The powertrain remains stable."

In a series of hasty announcements, the twenty-six-kilometer-long Glory of Macragge rushed out of the warp, followed by warships of other chapters, who fought alongside Guilliman.

Massive amounts of information are rapidly pouring into the bridge, and information between warships is being shared rapidly.

The auspicious bird made a piercing sound, and the Thinker's computer made a high-speed clicking sound.

"Alarm, chaos ship found."

"Alarm, chaos ship found."

The announcer connected to the auspicious instrument by a nerve cable was twitching, and the brass speaker built into the throat rapidly broadcast information about each enemy.

"Convert Geller's force field into a void shield, prepare the entire army for battle, open fire freely, clean up these damned traitors, and let them know how powerful we are." The captain grabbed the railing in front of him and roared loudly.

Sarah star.

Grix Hive.

This historic colossal hive has largely fallen under the onslaught of the Plague Warriors.

The surviving civilians were evacuated to the huge Star Language Fortress, where the Void Shield was still operating normally, and it was the survivors' last resort.

The rumbling artillery fire continued, and the remaining defenders of the planet relied on the last fortress of the Hive City, and were sniping at the plague fighters, trying to stop their footsteps.

The walking corpses created by the plague are gradually devouring the defenders' positions, and the shadow of death is approaching step by step, making the defenders even more desperate.

In the fortress, the civilians with painful faces cuddled together, trying to get some spiritual strength from each other's warmth to support them to survive in this hopeless and dark world.

Men and women of the right age have been transferred to the battlefield, and then turned into corpses, fell on the battlefield, stood up again, and became plague walking corpses.

An old woman is holding two children in her arms. The child's innocent eyes are full of fear and anxiety. The unspeakable sadness in the eyes is so distressing.

At this age of innocence, he has already understood the pain between life and death.

They were born in the dark age, and all they saw was despair and pain.

The peaceful life was completely broken a few months ago. The children watched their father pick up the gun and followed the soldiers to the battlefield.

Seeing their mother being grabbed by those plague walking corpses, shouting in pain to them to run quickly, they witnessed their mother being completely torn apart by the plague walking corpses.

"Grandma, don't you always say that the Emperor will protect us?? Why didn't he send his own angel to save us. He didn't save Dad and Mom either." The trembling girl looked at the Christians who were kneeling and praying in the distance , and turned to look at the old woman who was holding her, and asked in a childish voice.

The old woman looked at the girl, tried her best to suppress the fear in her heart, and showed a kind smile, holding her tightly in her arms with the thin arms like bones.

"Grandma doesn't know either. Perhaps, the emperor's angels are too busy."

The second change, I wanted to go early, but I was too tired and fell asleep