Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Valyrian received no answers from the Imperial Regent regarding the mission.

The other party insisted that he go to Modo first.

Someone will meet him there and tell him the details of the mission.

After thinking about it, Valyrian finally chose to obey the order of the Regent of the Empire.

The imperial guards are the emperor's guards, and they have a very detached position in the empire.

In the 10,000 years of rise and fall of the empire, the Imperial Army has maintained its ancient traditions as always.

Refuse to change like the outside world.

But the situation is different now. What the Khorne Demon Army did in Terra has caused the Forbidden Army to be widely questioned.

The palace was only a little bit captured by the enemies headed by Angron. If it wasn't for the timely arrival of the imperial regent, no one knows what would have happened.

For this reason, the Forbidden Army had to make changes.

If they can't protect the Emperor, what's the point of the Imperial Army? ?

Valyrian saluted and walked out, holding the appointment paper in his hand.

There are many officers and officials outside Guilliman's office.

They were very busy, shuttling through the dense forest formed by holographic projections, viewing data and giving orders.

These people assisted Guilliman in managing the entire Imperium of Man, extending his influence to every world in the Empire.

No one can manage such a huge empire alone.

Onerous government affairs are enough to overwhelm any superhuman mind.

The dictators in the history of the empire had tragic endings.

Valyrian left the way he had come.

The officials made way for him one after another.

Although the status has been challenged, the prestige of the Forbidden Army is still not something that ordinary people can take lightly.

Valyrian didn't have any arrogance either, he walked towards the door, observing the officials from the corner of his eye.

They were different from the officials Valyrian had seen before.

With a smile on their faces, they looked more positive, as if they had endless motivation for them to squander.

They are full of energy and look motivated.

Those officials would occasionally look at the imperial guard.

Whispering about his purpose in coming here, and what he and the regent were talking about.

Valyrian's hearing was so keen that he could hear even whispers clearly.

But he wasn't interested in those people's confusion, and he didn't intend to explain anything to them.

Instead, he walked straight out of the Senate Hall and went to the place where the hover vehicle was parked.

Robed servants await the Custodians.

These servants have served the Custodians for generations.

They are born to learn how to serve the Custodians, making them the best servants.

Each generation of servants will hand over their responsibilities to their next generation at an appropriate time.

In this way, Custodian servants maintain their purity and loyalty.

"Go back." Valyrian stepped onto the hover vehicle and gave the order.

The vehicle flew up lightly, and merged into the torrent of speeding vehicles among the huge forests composed of Terra city buildings.

At this time, it was almost dusk.

The setting sun shoots into the city and is cut into countless beams of light by the tall urban forest.

These beams are almost parallel to the ground, which is beautiful.

The suspended vehicle passes through the tall buildings of the city in the sunset light.

Valyrian stood on the edge of the vehicle, overlooking the city.

Different from the cold steel and concrete cities in the past, the giant buildings in the Terra city at this time are dotted with green plant parks.

The arrival of Guilliman changed many things, and he ordered many heavy polluting industries in Terra to be rectified.

Those factories need to spend a lot of money to buy environmental protection equipment to ensure that the exhaust emissions meet the standards before they can continue to operate.

Many families and businessmen who own factories have great opinions on this. They believe that this ridiculous policy will weaken the industrial production capacity of the empire, and will also push up the price of industrial products, leading to inflation, which will eventually lead to public resentment and intensify riots.

But after sticking to it, I found that the effect is very good.

The environmental protection technology is provided by Regency and Mars, and it is very mature. If it is used on a large scale, the cost can be greatly reduced.

The change in air quality has allowed the citizens of the Hive City to avoid a lot of unnecessary expenses, which has actually improved their quality of life.

Of course, the factory owners and merchants will always complain.

No matter what they do, they are always complaining, complaining endlessly.

The Regent of the Empire proposed a worker protection bill. They complained that it would increase the cost of production, making it unaffordable for the lower classes, resulting in turmoil.

They hope that the Reich Regent will take back the Workers Guarantee Act from a bottom-up perspective.

The Regent of the Empire proposed the Residence Management Act, allowing workers to move freely and allowing them to form their own guild organizations and spokespersons.

They complain that doing so will make it more difficult for workers to manage and increase the cost of factories. In the end, the people will still pay the bill, which will make the lower class unable to bear it and eventually riot.

Previously, when the Imperial Regent had not rectified the Imperial Daily, those news broadcasts often said that the empire was about to die, and various experts and scholars joined the battle to ask the Imperial Regent to withdraw those bills.

We must continue to maintain the previous low-pay, low-welfare worker system.

In this way, the cost of living can be effectively reduced and the happiness index of the people can be improved.

Make the people of the empire more motivated to serve the empire.

High remuneration and high benefits tend to make the imperial workers lazy, which is not conducive to the revival of the empire, let alone the struggle of the workers.

It's a pity that the imperial regent never paid attention to those merchants and factory owners, and implemented his own reforms with an iron fist.

There are also some people who use various means to resist this kind of reform that they think is unreasonable.

However, they often end up in punishment camps.

The effect of the implementation of these bills is also immediate.

Riots and gatherings on Terra are at an all-time low.

You must know that in the past, there would be turmoil in Terra every few months.

Even the law enforcement officers of the Ministry of Justice are useless.

All kinds of public executions can only be deterred for a period of time.

After a few days, people forget those fears, and the riots will intensify.

Now, this situation has been greatly improved.

There may even be a phenomenon that just after someone here started planning a riot, they have already been reported to the legal department by the public, and then they were taken over by the pot.

This is different from the past.

Back in the day, people would just sit back and watch those things happen, even if they didn't participate.

And now, those people have become the eyes of the empire.

They watch their internal enemies, and when the other party shows their feet, they will assist the Ministry of Justice to arrest them immediately, and suppress all kinds of chaos in the bud.

The sudden beauty of the times gave Valyrian a sense of unreality.

Ever since Guilliman returned to Terra, he had been dreaming.

The change was so great that he couldn't tell the difference between reality and dream.

Half an hour later, the hover vehicle landed on an apron in the palace.

Valyrian went down, returned to his residence, and prepared to take his weapons and some necessary equipment to Modo.

It was a monk-style room, without any frills, just bookshelves, chairs, and stone walls.

The bookshelves hold Valyrian's favorite books.

Valyrian is a warrior, but he is also a scholar.

Valyrian turned off the force field and drew out his weapon - intellect.

At this time, a footstep came.

Valyrian looked towards the door, and from the voice, he recognized the other party's identity.

It sounds incredible.

But for the Forbidden Army, this is just a basic ability.

They have excellent memory and hearing, and can analyze the subtle differences of every sound.

"Lord Valanor," Valyrian said.

It was Valanor, Marshal of the Custodian Army who came.

"It seems that my footsteps are too loud." Valano's voice came from outside.

A tall figure covered in golden armor also appeared at the door of Valyrian's room.

"My lord." Valyrian picked up the unactivated weapon, turned to look at the Marshal of the Custodian Army, "Is there any urgent matter?"

"It's nothing, Shield Captain Valyrian." Varanor said, "The regent must have talked to you. Are you going to Mordo to perform a mission?"

"Yes," said Valyrian. "He said there would be a party in Mordor."

"I know, but he didn't tell me the details, did he tell you?"

"No, he is very cautious. He said that after I arrive in Modo, someone will explain it to me."

Valanor fell silent. He looked at Valyrian for a while before continuing.

"He has a lot of secrets, this is not a good sign. You are already preparing to go to Modo, perhaps, you should listen to our master's thoughts."

Valyrian looked puzzled, "He hasn't spoken for a long time! How to listen to his opinion"

"After consideration, I decided to let you enter the throne room. Guilliman is too mysterious. He holds a lot of things in his hands, and what he shows us is just the tip of the iceberg. I don't have any hostility towards him, but I don't know those things. Whether the secrecy risks endangering the Empire and the Emperor. For this reason, we must be careful."

Valyrian agreed with Valanor's statement.

He also identified with Guilliman.

But the Custodians are in His service.

The Custodian was not born for the Empire.

They never belonged to the Empire, nor did they belong to humanity.

The Forbidden Army was born for a new era, but unfortunately, that era did not come.

After the Horus Rebellion, the Forbidden Army had another duty, which was to protect their lord.

In the view of the Custodians, protecting the Emperor is the most important and the highest priority.

Other than that, everything else can be put aside.

Between protecting humanity and protecting the Emperor, the Custodians will choose the latter without hesitation.

"Come with me." Valano said, "Maybe when you are close to the throne, you will get his enlightenment. If not, then we will follow Guilliman's will. If so, then we will follow his instructions." instructed to do."

Valyrian nodded, and he followed Valanor to the throne.

Follow those ancient corridors to the Throne Room.

The inner courtyard was very empty, and it was only after a long walk that you could see those automaton soldiers emitting red light.

They all wore the golden imperial eagle emblem, and muttered a long-forgotten processing language in their mouths.

Occasionally, a child-like cherub would fly over the gate of the palace, waving mechanical wings, holding an incense burner and scriptures, leaving a trace of incense smoke in the sky.

The two imperial guards walked in the inner court silently, and they came to the gate of the starry sky.

On the door is engraved with the emperor's personal lightning mark.

In front of the gate, stood several imperial guards.

They held guard spears, motionless like golden statues.

Tribune Heracles stood among them.

His helmet has been taken off, revealing a stern and straightforward face.

"Tribune," Valyrian greeted.

Herac nodded and greeted Valyrian and Valanor, and then he asked about other things.

"I heard that the Regent of the Empire has found you and has given you a new mission."

"Yes, unfortunately, this mission is very confidential, so I don't know the details of the mission." Valyrian explained to Heraclian.

"As long as it doesn't go against His wishes, the details of the mission are irrelevant to us." Herac said, "Let's go this way."

Behind the stargate is a long corridor, ridged by mounds of steel.

Small lumen lights flickered in the hallway, and thick coolant pipes lined the floor.

Thin electric sparks danced among the jagged wires.

The corridor connects the operating core inside the throne, and these things are all part of the throne.

After walking a certain distance, Valyrian and the others entered a hall.

It was a hall with a huge hemispherical floor, covered by a transparent energy shield.

Inside the transparent cover, scorching energy exchange is taking place, and the shining light makes it almost impossible to blink.

The air was woven by electric currents, and powerful plasma rays were flying above everyone's heads, making this metal device move vividly.

This is just one energy node in the complex web of the Golden Throne.

This light-filled hall is peculiarly situated, as if on top of a bottomless murky abyss.

Valyrian could feel the heavy, muffled sound of the ground coming from his boots.

Going forward, there is another door.

Contemptuous dreadnoughts stood in front of the gate, they stood silently in the flickering darkness without saying a word.

When Valyrian and others walked by, they did not move.

The armored helm keeps its eyes on the shadows in eternal vigilance.

There are many doors and rooms in front of the corridor.

They are all solemn and magnificent.

Some are huge, and the plasma within them releases a surge of energy that pulses like a heart, sending blood to other areas.

Some rooms are very cold, like tombs, and have not been visited for a long time.

There are no living people in most of the rooms, and in a small number of rooms, mechanical magi wearing red robes are watching attentively, praying to the Omnissian with whispering voices from the machine servants.

After a while, Karelian and others came to the gate of the end.

Guards in phlogopite armor and black robes perform guard duties here.

Here is another entrance to the Throne Room, for the use of the Custodians only.

The surface of the Endgate is mottled black.

It is cast from ancient ceramic steel.

In the middle of the two gates is carved a black face, stern and sad.

Immediately afterwards, the image split into two, the door opened inward, and dusty smoke poured out of it like a flood, filling the ancient floor.

Valyrian followed the open door and saw what was inside.

Rows of pillars lined up neatly into the misty depths.

The huge energy feeding tube is as huge as a titan, hanging down from the invisible roof. Ordinary people standing in front of such a tube feel very small.

Valyrian also saw the lines used to transmit electricity.

There are a huge number of wires, placed in a mess, bound together, like a greedy giant snake crawling to the depths.

The air that spilled out of the porch was golden, thick as milk, like the morning light.

Particles of energy surged in the mist.

Valyrian looked at the energy node itself. Its huge structure runs through the entire underground, and it is very difficult to estimate its size.

There was a buzzing sound from inside the golden armor, and everything behind the door vibrated due to the heat generated by the high-intensity psionic energy.

The ancient panels that do not belong to this era are connected to those energy pipes, making sounds like a pipe organ.

The eerie note rose higher and higher in the mist.

It is covered with patina and marks of repeated repairs.

Here the light is broken or distorted.

The blood circulation mechanism made a panting sound, making the sweet smell like rotten meat exude everywhere.

Among cascading terraces and baroque platforms, among gantry cranes and rulin-like cable lines, Valyrian felt like a pearl lost in a clam shell made of abominable machinery.

Golden light emanates from the high platform, like a sun imprisoned in this dark throne room.

The ancient kings are buried here, ruling Terra and all things.

Those black coffins were placed in the throne room, with extremely painful expressions on their faces.

Valyrian tried to move forward, only to find an unnamed force holding them back.

This force receded quickly, and it seemed to be just a simple test. After passing the test, the pressure would be released.

Valyrian walked in, golden light surrounded him as if alive.

"You have received His approval." Valano said excitedly, "Go, seek His response, and He will point you to the future path."

Valyrian walked towards the golden throne, expecting to see a wounded man.

But no.

All he could see was a ray of light on the golden throne.

Afterwards, the golden light overwhelmed him.

Inside the Imperial Senate.

Guilliman's voice echoed in the empty room.

"You should take on this role. I need a brand new war apostle."

In front of Guilliman was a thin disciple. He folded his arms and was clad in a plain white robe.

His name was Mathieu, and he was a devout Anglican priest.

Of course, his status is not very high, he does not have his own army and private wealth.

These conditions allow Guilliman to better control the opponent.

"You want me to be the mouthpiece?" Mathieu looked at Guilliman, "A tool in a monk's robe, I know from other people that you don't regard the Emperor as a god, and you never recognize yourself as one." The savior sent by the emperor, why did you set up such a post of war apostle?"

"I need someone to inspire those people. You can accomplish this task very well. To be honest, I don't hate religion, but I hate religion without scale, which is a terrible thing for anyone. The state religion All kinds of stupid things done in 10,000 years make me always think about whether to ban it. But I have never done that, and I don’t plan to do that.”

Guilliman paused before continuing, "Because I know that not everyone in the empire is strong enough to face problems, and they need some faith to support them to continue on."

"Compared with those gods who don't know the details, the emperor's beliefs are easier to control and can better protect human beings. We are fighting a war that the world cannot understand, and for this I need everyone's strength."

"You're very straightforward." Mathieu sat in his seat and responded cautiously.

"Lies don't get any results, and I am in a hurry. I will leave Terra soon to continue my mission." Guilliman shrugged, "Before that, I need a less blind, capable People with certain self-will, but enough piousness to act as apostles, tell people in every world that what we do is right, and it is a manifestation of the emperor's divinity."

"Is this a lie?" Mathieu asked.

"This depends on your point of view. From the point of view of the state religion, this is not a lie, because I am the savior sent by the emperor, his spokesperson, and my words are his will. From the point of view of science and rationality, yes Yes, it's a lie, because the Emperor didn't explicitly instruct me to do so." Guilliman admitted frankly, and he didn't have any taboos about it.

"You use faith as a tool?" Mathieu whispered.

"Don't be so cynical," Guilliman said. "We all serve the same man, your god, my father. Mathieu, do you think my father liked the old state religion? That stupid, hateful, blindly He likes the state religion, and he likes an enlightened, rational, and beautiful state religion even more.”

"Whether we regard faith as everything or as a useful tool, its essence remains the same. We serve him and fight for his ideals."

"But it's disrespectful of you to do so."

"But it's very effective, isn't it? The people of the empire have been exposed to the Emperor's beliefs since school. They are more devout than their parents, but they also have the ability to think rationally."

Guilliman took out a piece of shiny parchment and handed it to Mathieu, "This is your commission, you will be the war apostle of the Indomitable Crusade to preach the significance of this battle, and inspire people to fight our enemies in the name of the Emperor. struggle."

Mathieu raised an eyebrow, stood up, and scratched the back of his head.

"Is that all? There is no ceremony?"

"The state religion and Prime Minister Petunia are in charge of the ceremony. I cannot interfere with everything. Human beings must learn to solve problems by themselves. If I need to decide everything, then once I die, everything will return to the original state."

"Is it inappropriate to say something like this, you are the savior of mankind, the regent of the empire appointed by the emperor, what power can kill you?"

"No one is immortal, and so are the gods. They are also mortal. You see me as a legend, but I know my limits. I can't solve all the problems that the empire encounters, and I can't overcome all of them. Every enemy I can meet. One day, I will fail and die at the hands of the one who defeated me."

Guilliman also stood up, "The enemies we have to fight against are extremely powerful. They possess all kinds of unimaginable powers and abilities. It is not impossible to kill me. Mathieu, you have sincere beliefs, but You also have to beware of going astray because of your beliefs."

"Throughout the ages, countless people waged wars in the name of gods, but in fact they just wanted to satisfy their endless desires. You must always remember why you have such beliefs. The emperor loves mankind deeply, and mankind loves the emperor deeply. Emperor. We need to understand what kind of human beings the Emperor wants, and we walk on the path guided by him, and finally get freedom in the true sense.”

"Beware of those who do evil in the name of the emperor, they are not true believers. True believers will not distort the will of those they believe in, let alone use various twisted sacrifices to desecrate what they believe in."

Mathieu nodded, he chose to take over the appointment.

Guilliman has a special ability, he can always make others agree with his philosophy and way of doing things

As for the differences in belief, Mathieu did not argue with the Primarch.

He wasn't sure he really knew the Faith better than the Primarch.

The only thing Mathieu can be sure of is that those people's slander about the Primarch is wrong.

The Primarch is not as unfaithful as they have heard, but his belief is rather special.

Fools simply cannot understand this belief.

Those ordinary people feel that worshiping a god should offer all their belongings.

Build sculptures and churches for that god, so that more people can believe in the god.

If others are unwilling, then use a sword to threaten the other party.

Use all kinds of cruel means to torture the other party, and use doomsday arguments to intimidate the other party until the other party surrenders and believes in their religion.

Such a god is pitiful, and such believers are also pitiful.

Guilliman reversed the follies of the previous state religion.

Faith should come from the pursuit of good things, not from fear and fear.

Mathieu chose to take over the appointment of the apostle of war. As the Primarch said, everyone needs to work hard for what they cherish, otherwise don't complain about losing those things.

Those who don't know how to fight for their rights can only sit back and watch others take away their rights.

Mathieu leaves.

Guilliman prepares to summon the last man.

Having received that man, he was ready to continue his expedition.

Things are over here on Terra.

He had to go into the Void, drive those enemies away, and then return to Terra to continue.

The scientific work of going to the worlds of other universes and Mars will be handed over to Kaur.

Guilliman didn't expect much from the reins of the Grand Magus.

Things like exploring other universes can only be done step by step.

After all, the strategic transfer is just a backup plan, which will be used after the human empire cannot win.

At this stage, the empire will still focus most of its energy on fighting chaos and conquering those human planets.

Guilliman had to find a way to go to the Eye of Terror, to find the lost world where the Eldar's knowledge of the webway was stored, and vigorously launch the human webway plan to attract the attention of the gods.

The current plan is going well, Terra has been successfully conquered, and the empire's politics, economy, and military have also been integrated.

The opposition was killed by him batch after batch, and now, it is completely out of control.

The current situation can be described as smooth sailing.

Steady without waves, the probability of overturning is extremely low.

If you defend the empire, your own life is safe.

If the lighthouse project is spread quietly, it will be useless for the gods to play the subspace storm card when the time comes.

Even if Vigilante falls, the empire can still sit on the Diaoyutai.

Recently, Vigilante has been sending battle reports, and the fight is very fierce.

Calgar fought from day to night to retake Vigilus from the minions of the gods. However, the effect is not very good.

Abaddon has escaped, and now Calgar is fighting with the minions of the Four Gods.

Playing very hard and desperately.

Guilliman is also very pleased with this, Calgar's performance really made Chaos feel that the Nachmond Corridor is the throat of life and death for the empire.

Once lost, the empire will definitely be divided.

Just play there, as long as possible.

As long as the Lighthouse project is promoted, Guilliman will show Chaos what a surprise is.

Of course, there is no way to avoid the loyalists who were killed or injured in the Vigilante fraud plan.

If you want to deceive the enemy, you must first deceive your own people.

When the fraudulent scheme leaks, it doesn't have that effect.

That is to say, Guilliman used the loyalty of those loyalists to the Emperor, to humans, and to himself to deceive Chaos.

Little did those loyalists know that Vigilus was of no importance to the Imperium.

They risked their lives to fight just for the advancement of a deceitful plan.

Guilliman knew that doing so would be unfair to those loyalists who died, but he could only say sorry in his heart and move on with the plan.

War cannot be about right or wrong and fairness, only about victory or defeat.

Sitting on the chair, Guilliman reviewed his plans and achievements, supplemented the details, and ensured that there was nothing wrong with it.

At this time, Sicarius' voice came.

"My lord, she is here, do you want to meet her now?"

"Let her in, we don't have much time, so finish the talk as soon as possible."

Guilliman withdrew his mind and said to Sicarius in the communication.