Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The sky and the earth changed drastically, the structure of the real space was overwhelmed, and there was a dull sound, and the light of the ether spread all over the sky, like cracks.

The rituals of the Word Bearers have been formed, and the Blackrock Crown reverses Vigilus' anti-warp field, making it an amplifier.

Frenzied aetheric power poured out of the void warp, tearing apart the very fabric of time and space.

The monstrous waves of the subspace swept over with a terrifying trend unimaginable by the world.

All the psykers were howling.

That oppressive force is too powerful, and it is simply not something that humans can bear.

Only by closing your mind can you get rid of the endless illusions.

The most intuitive change that everyone can see is that the scars of the curse that were originally confined to the edge of the galaxy began to move inward.

The frenzied waves of the Great Rift are approaching, threatening to engulf Vigilus.

And on the surface of Vigilante, with the operation of the Black Stone Devil Crown set up by the Word Bearers, the phenomenon of reality disintegration began to appear in large numbers around the world.

As a key channel connecting the dark side of the empire on the north side and the holy land of the empire on the south side.

The real space inside the Nachmond Corridor has always been the coveted area of ​​Chaos Demon.

However, the existence of the anti-warp space force field prevents them from entering this real space.

At most, they can only show up briefly with the help of various blood sacrifice rituals.

Now, they have found a breakthrough.

The dam that maintained reality finally collapsed, and the minions of the gods continued to enter the real universe like a flood out of control.

An unprecedented disaster broke out on Vigilus.

And here in the eastern mountains, on the platform of the final ceremony, Abaddon and Calgar are about to decide the winner.

"Are you sure?" Calgar looked at the torn sky.

He failed the Imperial Regent after all.

Vigilante was reversed and the Empire was literally split in two.

All areas are invaded by Chaos.

The only way to make amends now is to.

Calgar looked at Abaddon.

Killing the archenemy of Chaos might make the Primarch forgive him for his incompetence.

"Go to hell!" Abaddon roared, and the magic sword in his hand released an extremely strong evil light.

The breath on his body became more and more terrifying.

Abaddon thrust out with all his might.

Thrust the sword from the lost past.

This sword stabs out from an undetermined future.

Pierce this sword from the trajectory line of fate.

Abaddon used the blessings of the gods and the power accumulated over ten thousand years.

What he wants to pursue is to seal the throat with a sword.

One sword will decide the outcome.

It's a big gamble.

As long as you win, the battle is won.

Gamblers, however, do not end well.

Calgar has already completed the second original casting upgrade, and his physical fitness and strength have been greatly enhanced, which has surpassed the limit of ordinary people.

Star warriors are called supermen by mortals. They are so strong that ordinary people can't afford the courage to resist.

But space warriors still belong to the human level.

Even standing at the pinnacle of human body transformation, space warriors are just mortals.

Calgar is different, he is already a demigod.

A demigod in the true sense.

The emperor's angel combat engine has been fully activated, and it has been equipped with terrifying abilities.

During Abaddon's first attack, Calgar used his teleportation ability.

Relying on this ability of elusiveness, he easily defeated Abaddon.

Let it know that the empire is no longer the empire it used to be.

But now, Calgar directly overloaded the combat engine to fully enhance his strength.

The power fist installed in his hand made a crackling sound.

After charging, Calgar punched out.

The speed was so fast that Abaddon only felt that his eyes were blurred for a moment, and then he felt nothing at all.

With just one fist, Abaddon flew out again.

He was wearing a 10,000-year-old Terminator power armor, which was extremely heavy and had received the blessings of the gods, and many powerful wizards had infused their power into the armor.

But Calgar blew up the protective shield of the power armor and the shield of the breastplate with one punch, and made Abaddon fly more than ten meters away.

One can imagine how terrifying the power of Calgar's punch is now.

The Terminator armor, which contained infinite power, was blown apart with a single punch.

Abaddon wanted to stand up, but tried several times, but fell down again with no strength.

"Trash." Calgar repeated again.

Just now, Abaddon, who clamored to kill Calgar and let Guilliman taste the pain of losing his heir, vomited blood with a puff.

With just one punch, he fell down and couldn't get up.

Abaddon was even more angry in his heart, and his rationality was about to be overwhelmed by anger.

But he just couldn't stand up. Calga's punch was so terrifying that he couldn't move.

The only thing he could do was look fiercely at Calgar's direction.

Calgar walked up, he wanted to execute the opponent directly.

But in the next second, a strange bloody evil flame appeared out of thin air, quickly covering Abaddon's whole body,

After shining with a bright blood-colored light. The elite and Warmaster of the Black Legion on the battlefield disappeared.

Seeing that the Warmaster was defeated by Calgar, those wizards took him away with black magic.

If Abaddon dies here, the Black Legion will fall apart.

For that, Abaddon had to live.

Whether for the good of the gods or their own.

Abaddon had to live.

Calgar growled angrily, calling Abaddon a coward.

But no voice responded to him.

Abaddon, who was arrogant just now and clamored to let Calgar die, fled the battlefield in embarrassment.

The wizards of the Black Legion didn't waste any time, and they teleported Abaddon back to the Vengeful Spirit.

Things aren't looking good for the Vengeful Spirit these days.

The imperial fleet's offensive was too violent.

Numerous Chaos ships have been destroyed, leaving only burning wrecks in the void.

The Chaos Fleet suffered heavy casualties and was routed by the Empire.

The Spirit of Vengeance, the Queen of Glory, had always been invincible, using extremely precise artillery fire and void shield temporary reinforcements to block every shell, light, and torpedo from the Empire.

In the eyes of the Imperial Navy, this Chaos ship is literally invulnerable.

In fact, the Spirit of Vengeance is no longer the Spirit of Vengeance it used to be.

It has been blessed by the gods, as well as transformed and upgraded by countless wizards and followers of the Dark Mechanic Cult.

Abaddon secretly formed a team of Chaos Wizards who were proficient in divination in the Spirit of Vengeance, and connected them with the battleship.

This prophetic team performs the prophetic rituals continuously, and also communicates directly with the Avenging Fire's defensive fire control system.

In this way, the Vengeful Spirit can predict the enemy's attack and remain invincible.

However, the firepower of the imperial fleet brought by Calgar is too terrifying.

The combined forces of the huge Imperial ships relied on the overwhelming firepower to overwhelm the fire control systems of all Chaos ships, and the same is true for the Vengeful Spirit.

The Chaos Sorcerers of prophecy were driven mad by the fragmented future created by the sheer number of Imperial ships. There was an ear-piercing scream.

A badly wounded Abaddon returned to the Vengeful Spirit and ordered the retreat.

Soon, the flagship jumped into the warp and disappeared without a trace.

The Chaos Warmaster will return someday in the future to continue the eternal war against the Empire.

At this moment, he has failed.

But Abaddon was not discouraged.

He failed many times and was defeated many times.

But now, he is still there, and those people have long since left.

Patience is a virtue, and so is dormancy.

Anger is necessary, but meaningless anger is not worth advocating.

Abaddon admitted that this time Calgar had beaten him.

If Calgar thought he had won, he was mistaken.

This is a long war, for everyone.

Temporary victory or defeat is meaningless.

Who can win the final victory is the most important thing.

The duel was lost.

But Abaddon's goal had been achieved.

The ritual of the Blackrock Demon Crown has been completed.

The anti-warp field has also been reversed to become a warp augmentation field.

The Nachmond Corridor will be closed in a few months.

Without the corridors that can penetrate the Great Rift, Guilliman has no way to support the dark side of the empire.

Only half of the empire remained.

After all, after all, it was Abaddon, the Warmaster elected by the four gods, who won.

It's just the difference between winning more and winning less.

The Spirit of Vengeance left, and the Chaos Fleet completely lost its last courage to resist.

They also evacuated.

However, the departure of the Vengeful Spirit also had some dire effects.

One of the most basic principles of subspace navigation is to use powerful energy to tear apart reality.

For a giant ship like the Glory Queen class, the time and space rift it needs will be very huge.

And in this space region where the big rift is constantly approaching, reality is already on the verge of disintegration.

Vengeful Spirit, the reality rift created when teleported away, didn't heal as well as before.

The correcting power in the universe can no longer bridge the subspace rift, and can only let the slit lamp exist.

The large gap created by the Vengeful Spirit resonated with the cursed scar, and merged with the havoc brought about by the previous Blackrock Demon Crown Ceremony, becoming an even larger chaotic vortex that spanned the entire galaxy and shone with blue-green light.

Some of the Chaos ships trying to escape were torn apart in this accident, directly torn apart by the distorted warp space and real space.

The Black Legion withdrew, but unfortunately the threat of Chaos had not been completely eliminated.

The minions of the gods can already ignore the restrictions of the real universe, freely enter and exit the Vigilance Star, and even get the boost of the super-large subspace power amplifier of the Vigilance Star, gaining stronger power.

Today's Vigilus is a world on the brink of destruction.

Calgar has to save the world and find a way to prevent the closing of the Nachmond Corridor, otherwise, he really doesn't know how to face his genetic father, how to explain that he threw away the other half of the empire.

Jess, who was on the verge of death, was brought back to Jubei City for treatment.

Many imperial troops who fought bravely were commended by Calgar.

However, the situation is not very good.

Calgar held an emergency meeting to prepare to take over Vigilus.

The ships of the Empire are parked in the low-earth orbit of the Vigilante, and a large number of drones and gunships are dispatched continuously to attack the ground and collect information from all over the Vigilante.

Numerous hives are no longer under the control of the human empire, but under the control of alien and chaotic forces.

Like the rest of the Empire, the wealth of Vigilus is occupied by a group of noble houses and ruling centers.

Most of these people have followed Lucian XII to defect to Chaos.

That means they are targets that must be cleaned up.

In addition to the nobles, there are mobs and alien churches.

The mob has lost faith in imperial rule.

When disaster strikes, the nobles abdicate their duties.

Scrape all the wealth and materials accumulated over thousands of years under their own high walls, and hoard enough water and food for them to live a hundred lives.

They then locked the gate tightly, keeping people and workers out.

Assassins and troops were also hired to suppress malicious gatherings of the people.

They are required to be hungry, to work hard with loyalty to the emperor, and with the dream of the great revival of the empire. They must not maliciously gather, must not maliciously sabotage work, must not maliciously say that they are hungry, and must not maliciously ask for a raise in salary.

All kinds of measures have seriously hurt the civilians of the empire. They have completely given up their illusions about the empire, and under the instigation of various churches, they have launched a surging resistance movement.

The Dragon Nest Capital, which relies on the power of the Dragon Volcano, was the first to launch a resistance.

There are very old indigenous beliefs here.

People believed that volcanoes brought them hope.

This native belief is called the Fire Worship Sect.

However, the world does not know which god this belief points to.

Only the subspace demons will know that, in addition to the conventional cognitions of transformation, magic, and knowledge, the Tzeentch demon is also the subspace entity closest to the image of Agni.

It also means that the fire-worshiping church in the dragon's nest capital has always been pointing to the god of change, Tzeentch.

For a long time, the demons have not been able to fully manifest because of the backlash effect of the black stone here.

It was not until the emergence of the Great Rift that they were able to exert influence over mortal believers.

When the Blackrock Crown Ritual of the Word Bearers is complete, the demons are free to roam.

Emerging from the flames and lava, they answer the desperate, hopeless faithful.

Facing the temptation of the devil, the believers quickly started their own jihad.

Countless slaves rose up to fight for their "true god" and for their future.

Under the leadership of the Church of Fire, who believed in the God of Change-Tzeentch, the civilians who hated the empire destroyed the Dragon Volcano, causing the largest active volcano on the Vigilance Planet to erupt.

The erupting volcanic ash once again polluted the already extremely unbearable living environment of Vigilus.

As a result, the entire sky was covered by volcanic ash, like the end of the world.

In other hive cities, the Genestealers formed the Order of the Pauper Princes to pursue slogans such as freedom, democracy, and equality, and quickly grew in crisis. They controlled the largest water source in the eastern mountains and Vigilus.

Those water sources have been mixed with biochemical agents, and those who drink them can easily be controlled by the hypnotic powers of the Genestealers.

In order not to become food and slaves of the Zerg, people can only be forced to give up those water sources.

For this reason, a serious water shortage crisis has been caused.

The minions of the plague god did not miss the chaos of Vigilus.

People without water were forced to pray to every god they could think of.

And the "benevolent" plague god responded to their plea.

A great demon of Nurgle named Rainfather answered the mortal plea.

This great demon is not much different in appearance from other great demons born from the image of the loving father Nurgle himself.

The only difference is that he is more generous and eager to respond to mortal requests.

As the Great Unclean One moved forward, a large-scale heavy rain fell on Vigilus.

People came out of their hiding places in ecstasy to welcome the timely rain.

The commoners, imperial soldiers, and half-blood followers of the commoner princes were all in ecstasy, drinking the rain that fell during this miracle.

However, the price to be paid for the gift of Chaos is extremely heavy.

Their deaths came extremely slowly, tens of millions of bodies swollen with pus over the next few days.

Gray pus oozes from every orifice in their bodies.

Many victims even conceived Nurglings within them.

Hundreds of millions of Nurgle's walking corpses are rampant in the Hive City, thirsting for the flesh and blood of the living, and performing scenes of real zombie survival stories.

When the chaos and carnage on Vigilus reached its height, the sweltering winds of war summoned another kind of daemon.

The people who had everything taken away vented their anger unrestrainedly.

The dark disciples of the blood god use various means to fuel the anger of the masses.

Daemons of Khorne have made their way into reality in every war zone.

Some demons rise from pools of blood, while others appear ritually in acts of violence.

Some were conjured up by the own wrath of the desperate populace.

Waves of furious civilians poured into the noble district, tearing the nobles apart.

The cruel and bloody atrocities put down the last straw to the curtain of reality that had reached its limit.

Just as the nobleman was smashed to death with bare hands by the crowd, a blood-red slanting light appeared out of thin air, and then the brass legion eager to kill tore through the curtain of reality and descended on the hive capital.

Soon, the entire hive was completely destroyed by the demons of Khorne, and the skulls piled up like a mountain.

Demons of Slaanesh also appear throughout Vigilus.

They are summoned by the indulgent with the most extreme emotions.

The nobles of the various hives abandoned the people they were supposed to guard to the Marauder.

Catalyzed by betrayal, by the cruelty of the Great Marauder, and by the fear of death, they quickly degenerate themselves.

They gathered together for a bottomless carnival, indulging themselves in the apocalypse.

When the energy released from the Black Stone Polishing Ceremony shreds reality. These acts of lust attract attention beyond this world.

Those nobles died at the hands of demons, or became one of them.

In addition to these demons, there are Dark Eldar and orcs everywhere.

They have also caused enormous damage and loss to human beings.

The situation on Vigilante is so bad that there is no way to do it.

"We have to subdue Saints Port City first, whether it is personal emotion or strategic location, Saints Port City is the best target, they have the largest airport, and they also have giant tracks connecting various hive cities. Personally, the Lucian family is the leader of the betrayal, and it was their betrayal that led to the complete collapse of the loyalist front, and the massacre of a large number of soldiers and civilians."

An imperial officer with a bandaged head was the first to speak.

When it came to the Lucian family, his hatred almost turned into substance.

If it weren't for this family, the loyalists would definitely not have suffered such serious casualties.

Calgar scanned the various departments, the information the army had given him.

The situation in each hive is not optimistic.

The Blackstone Demon Crown Ceremony tore apart the barriers between reality and illusion, causing the Nachmond Corridor to become more and more fragile, and in the end, it would even disappear directly.

Before that, he must find a way to stop all this.

"Do you also support the conquest of Saint Port City first?" Calgar looked at the crowd and asked.

"Saint Port City can be attacked in advance and defended in retreat. It can quickly transport troops to other hives by rail. It is an important strategic hive city. If it can be won, it will be of great benefit to us."

Jess, who was barely able to move, also sat in his seat and expressed his opinion.

Others also agreed.

Calgar thought for a moment, and finally decided to solve the matter of Saint Port City first.

After confirming, Calgar gave the strike order.

With the development of industry and technology in the empire today.

Many previous strategic models have been abandoned.

Walk the army, then set up artillery positions, dig trenches, and then send out attacking troops to gnaw down the city.

Now, it is an integrated operation.

First came the last round of artillery fire to suppress.

Then send heavy tanks, knights, and infantry to attack directly.

With the strike order issued, the imperial troops quickly moved into action.

A huge teleportation platform was quickly built on the square of Jubei City.

With the infusion of energy, all those instruments buzzed.

The huge reaction column shone with light, and then became coherent, forming a beam of light.

The concentrated array emits a stinging light.

A huge distorted ball of charged light appeared on the platform.

The tentacles that shone with intense light danced wildly in the air, twisting as if they were alive.

The mechanical priests adjusted the parameters of each item, the light sphere slowly stabilized, and the distorted surface became smooth as a mirror.

The original three-dimensional photosphere forms a light mirror without thickness.

It is like a part of the high-dimensional universe projected into the three-dimensional universe.

Part of it has extended to the high-dimensional universe, connecting the spaces of the two places and forming a transmission optical bridge.

The troops entered in an orderly manner.

Tank formations, Knight Titans, and ready-made gunships, etc., flowed into the light hole like a tide.

A brutal fight kicked off.

The head coach of the Black Legion has all been defeated, and the remaining Chaos forces are naturally not enough to cause trouble.

Soon, Saint Port City was penetrated by the Imperial Loyalist troops and entered the city.

The exorcist unit composed of the Battle Sisters and the State Church used new equipment that could tap the power of the Emperor to expel demons.

Bright golden lights would light up in the Hive City from time to time, followed by the screams of demons.

Lucian XII, who was hung on the city wall, was rescued by other nobles at the last moment and re-elected as the leader.

Under Abaddon's command, the demons tortured him in all cruel ways, but did not let him die.

Just let him suffer, and let those stupid nobles know that warriors are the best people to rule this galaxy.

Many nobles were afraid of getting into trouble, so they distanced themselves from him one after another.

Knowing that Abaddon was beaten by the empire and fled in embarrassment, when the empire returned, the nobles thought of him again.

Hastily rescued him as the backbone.

In the face of the powerful army of the empire, the dying Lucian XII had no choice but to surrender again, hoping to be forgiven.

"Holy Emperor, please forgive the sins of foolish people. Merciful Lord Ultramar, Lord of Limits, please forgive our sins." Lucian XII brought many nobles to kneel in front of Calga , a humble request.

He completely forgot that not long ago, he was clamoring that the Chapter Master of the Space Marines was not worthy to rule the Imperium.

Only elites like them are the mainstay of the empire.

Whoever they choose is the winner.

Now it seems that the turning of the victory compass will not change because of their choice.

Their so-called aspirations of the people are somewhat ironic.

Under the circumstances of their chaotic command and poor logistics, the loyalists of the empire were beaten back by the chaos, and finally they were backstabbed by these idiots, almost collapsed, and countless people were killed or injured.

After these nobles surrendered, Abaddon was taught a lesson by the iron fist of the empire, and was beaten and fled in embarrassment.

Whoever these idiots surrender to is doomed to failure.

Calgar had already learned about the evil deeds of these nobles from other populations.

Vigilance is so bad, their responsibility is the greatest.

Enjoying power does not fulfill the obligation to protect civilians, but also excessive oppression, leading to civil uprisings.

"Hang them all up on the city wall, just like what the Great Marauder did in the past. Although he is an enemy, I have to say that he left me a good way to punish you bastards."

Calgar had all the nobles hanged to show the world the determination of the empire.

This approach can win over some civilians who have not yet completely fallen into the abyss.

They just hate the rule of the nobles, and don't really want to join Chaos.

All Calgar has to do is show that the empire can change the bad situation before.

Lucian XII screamed in horror when he heard Calgar's sentence, "You can't do this!!"

"Of course I can. I can do everything that I think is right," Calgar said. "This is just the beginning. The empire is sick of you bloody scum."

The solar system, the planet Terra.

As a ruler, Guilliman's job was never easy.

Even with the assistance of Petunia and others, he still has a lot of urgent government affairs to deal with.

All parts of the empire are in crisis, and countless people of the empire are desperately asking for help from the void.

Guilliman had to respond to them in time, or else, in desperation, they'd throw themselves into Chaos or something.

This is something that cannot be blamed.

Survival is above all else.

If the empire has no way to protect those worlds, it cannot blame those worlds for leaving the empire.

Guilliman dispatched those troops as much as possible to help the beleaguered world, drive out the enemies of mankind, and at the same time issued an order to expand the army, requiring each army to expand its army.

Especially Primaris Space Marines, Guilliman relaxed the original codex rules, allowing each Chapter to expand to a legion size of 10,000 people.

He also surreptitiously infused those Legions with pure human gene-seed without a Primarch as an anchor, preventing a repeat of the Horus Heresy of old.

The Heart of Guilliman has been strengthened several times, strengthening the detection of user loyalty and the detection of human identity.

As long as the two do not pass the test, Guilliman's Heart will be closed, and even reversely restrain the user.

Ordinary troops use ideological stencils to strengthen control, planting ideas that are absolutely loyal to the Empire, loyal to humans, and hate chaos.

In order to avoid accidents, after careful consideration, Guilliman did not include any cult of personality in the latest thought stamp database.

Some believers of the state religion proposed to join the proposal of being absolutely loyal to the Emperor, which was directly rejected by Guilliman.

Cults of personality can easily be twisted.

If the emperor couldn't bear the faith of mankind in the end, and after degenerating into evil gods, the army stamped with the stamp of absolute loyalty to the emperor's thoughts would inevitably be implicated.

At that time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

At the same time, he listed the thought stamp technology as the highest technical secret of the empire.

Any unit, individual, no matter what their status is, once they are found to be researching or using thought stamp technology privately, they will be declared excommunicated and rebellious, and any individuals involved will be directly sentenced to death.

Most of the power or high-level personnel of the State Church have been controlled by Guilliman.

But the faction struggle among them was too complicated for Guilliman to do anything about.

He can't waste time on this kind of thing, so he can only prohibit the flow of thought stamp technology.

It is definitely a terrible nightmare for human beings to avoid some extreme sects from using this technology to develop their beliefs.

For this reason, he had to plan ahead.

Standing on the balcony of the Imperial Terra Senate, Guilliman, freed from the busy government affairs, overlooked the changes in Terra.

The rebuilding work is almost complete.

A large number of old buildings have been overturned and rebuilt to give those civilians and workers a better living environment.

The natural environment of Terra has also been restored very well.

The long-lost forests and oceans reappeared in the sacred homeland of mankind.

With the emergence of a large number of new technologies, most of the work can be completed through the intelligent system controlled by the divine brain system, and human beings have once again entered the rational society of digitalization.

Small floating vehicles and personal projection communication equipment are also popularized.

The improvement in personal living standards is so great that it feels like a world away.

Today's Terra and the previous Terra are completely two worlds, two eras.

Guilliman formulated a complete wealth distribution system to ensure that each class could get its reasonable share of the pie.

Businessmen, workers, scientific researchers, and entertainment workers all play an important role in human society.

Excessive inclination of wealth to any class will lead to social problems.

Only when everyone can share the cake can the motivation of the whole society be stimulated, a positive feedback be formed, and human civilization continue to develop.

Empires should not be military empires of warriors, nor empires of workers and peasants, nor capital empires of merchants and entertainers.

An empire should be an empire for all.

Every position has its meaning of existence.

Advocating that any class or group make sacrifices to satisfy the interests of another group can certainly bring about accelerated development, but it will eventually lead society into deformity and become a situation of killing the chicken and picking the egg.

Terra's comprehensive basic education is also being promoted, and Guilliman stipulates that everyone must have certain cognitive abilities and learning abilities.

He had to make everyone realize what power and obligation he had, so as to inspire their love for the empire and support the existence of the human empire.

Ruling an empire is no novel.

Guilliman is not the protagonist of the novel either.

It is impossible to overthrow all enemies with one's own strength.

Taking a ten thousand step back, what's the use of Guilliman killing the four gods in seconds.

When the four gods fall down, countless chaotic gods will stand up again, endlessly.

Only by solving the problem from the root cause can human beings get rid of the control of the gods and move towards the real future.

This is why Guilliman hates the cult of personality and refuses to include the ideological stamp of absolute loyalty to the Emperor in the army.

The Great Wall was not built by the First Emperor.

The ancient Roman Empire was not the work of Alexander alone.

The construction of the Egyptian pyramids was not done by the pharaohs.

When people fall into a personality cult, they tend to overlook the ordinary people who made the sacrifices behind it.

The Emperor created the Empire, created the Astartes.

It is the soldiers and soldiers who have sustained the Empire for ten thousand years, the men and women who fought bravely for others.

Their blood and ashes filled every cog in the machine of fate that kept the Empire alive.

Civilization belongs to all its people, as do the merits and achievements.

Guilliman withdrew his gaze, he was about to leave Terra after finishing the last matter.

An administrative system dominated by Penny has been formed.

As long as there are no problems, the smooth operation of the empire can be guaranteed.

He couldn't stay on Terra and ignore other places that needed him.

Guilliman took a deep breath, stretched his fingers and let out a long exhale.

At this time, a soft electronic sound came.

His personal database received a communication request from Sicarius.

Following Guilliman's confirmation order.

The projection equipment in the office started working.

After a few flashes, the image of Sicarius appeared in front of Guilliman.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your work. My lord, the person you want to meet is here."

"The Custodian?" said Guilliman.

"Yes, he's already waiting for you outside."

"He came early, and our agreed time should be an hour later."

"He said he would be happy to wait, but I think it would be better to let you know."

"There are many annoying things in this world, but arriving early is definitely not one of them. Let him come in. I just relax from the complicated work."

"Yes, my lord."

The projection flickered a few times and then disappeared.

The office returned to tranquility.

Guilliman walked to his seat, organized the language he needed later, and thought about what attitude he should use to say these words in order to get the effect he wanted.

The mechanical door opens briskly under balanced pressure.

A guard in golden armor appeared in front of his eyes.

It was Valyrian who had spoken to him several times before.

The dull clack of boots on the marble echoed throughout the office.

"Imperial Regent." Valyrian saluted Guilliman.

"You're welcome, Shield Captain Valyrian. I'm glad you answered my call," Guilliman said with a smile.

"It's our job," Valyrian said.

"You can sit on the chair in front of me without restraint."

"No, I'm more used to standing, it helps me concentrate and think."

"Then do whatever you want." Guilliman gave up the idea of ​​changing the opponent, and the Forbidden Army will not be changed from the day it was created.

"Why have you summoned me here, my lord?" Valyrian asked.

"You are very resistant to change, so I need to ask, the empire has a lot of brand new technology, maybe you can choose some to enhance yourself. Valano said he would not accept any changes, but he gave you the power to be free, You can choose whether to continue to strengthen yourself."

"The Custodian is perfect enough, we don't need any changes." Valyrian said in a very decisive tone.

"Are you sure?" Guilliman asked with a little deep meaning, "I don't know if it's because you haven't been active in the galaxy for too long, or because you don't trust me. But no matter what, you have to admit that the Imperial Army is slow Slowly being eliminated, the empire is changing with each passing day, but you stick to your traditions and refuse to change."

"We are strong enough, my lord, you don't have to worry about that." Valyrian said unmoved.

"It's just what you think is powerful. The enemy will not do things according to your ideas." Guilliman shook his head.

"If the regent is only for this matter, please forgive my presumptuousness, I have no intention of continuing the conversation."

Valyrian refused to continue the conversation, causing Guilliman to shake his head and talk about something else.

"Since that's the case, I won't force you. I just hope that you won't regret it when the crisis comes. There is a mission at this stage that requires the participation of the Imperial Army. This matter is very important and cannot be refused. My choice among the Custodians is you. There will be people from every department, the Sisters of Silence, the Gray Knights, the elite of the Chapter, the sages of the Mechanicum, and so on."

"May I venture to ask what it is?" Valyrian began.

"You will know when you go to Modo, the team will gather there, your task is to follow them, and then return to Terra safely, write down all the experiences, and submit them to the relevant departments and me."

"The task is so simple?" Valyrian frowned, a little puzzled.

"As I said before, this is just your perception, and the enemy doesn't think so. This mission is very confidential. Marshal Valanor of the Imperial Army has agreed to it. You go directly there, and someone will tell you the details of the mission when you get there. "Guilliman took out a document, which already had the seal of the Marshal of the Custodian Forces on it.

Valyrian took a look and saw nothing wrong.

But the confusion in his heart still didn't subside, and he asked again without giving up.

"What exactly is this mission?"

"A mission capable of changing the future of the empire." Guilliman did not respond directly to him, but only replied lightly.

"Is it enough to determine the future fate of the empire?" Valyrian asked repeatedly, and he became more and more curious about this task, but Guilliman obviously didn't want to say anything more to him.

"Go, in Modo, you will get the answer," Guilliman said.