Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Lorgar didn't speak, but he could see the other party's expectation from his eyes.

In the former perfect city, he and Guilliman have completely broken off.

After the Battle of Calth, there was no brotherhood left between them.

Even though they have the same blood and the same creator.

They are also doomed to never reconcile.

Only when one side falls, will this protracted hatred come to an end.

Hearing the words of these demon primarchs, Ahriman also nodded.

The plan is progressing smoothly as he envisioned.

He managed to convince the three Daemon Primarchs Fulgrim, Perturabo, and Lorgar to take part in this incident.

In addition, there are Fabius, Aishus and other famous characters in the Eye of Terror.

The Eye of Terror is a territory belonging to the forces of Chaos, and they gain more blessings by fighting here.

This time, Guilliman was doomed to nowhere.

After confirming the details of the operation, the wizards under Ahriman stopped releasing their power.

The projections of several demon primarchs disappeared, leaving only a shadow in the original place.

A strange whisper came from the shadows, as if some dead souls were whispering.

Ahriman wasn't on the same ship as those Daemon Primarchs.

At this time, he was standing on his flagship.

A mysterious ceremony is in preparation and will soon be completed.

Those eerie whispers speak of ancient truths, tempting those wizards to sacrifice their souls and flesh, promising to give them endless knowledge.

Ahriman was indifferent to this, he just scanned the shadows with his eyes.

As the ceremony progressed, the power of the warp grew stronger and began to distort the contents of the ship.

The air became cold, and strange flesh and mucus adhered to the wall, growing like life.

The shadows of the crew also come alive.

They wriggle their limbs, terrorizing the hapless with weak minds.

Ahriman resisted the urge to expel them himself.

Now, he needs the masters behind these creatures to assist him in this mission.

In addition to the most well-known Chaos Gods, there are many unknown and terrifying existences in the subspace.

They are very ancient.

The real names and taboos have long been forgotten with the passage of time.

Those wizards who have dug out the opponent's real name and completed the sacrificial ceremony can summon them and use their power to achieve their goals.

Ahriman turned his head to look at the altar behind him.

The Wizard of the Thousand Sons had carved a huge Chaos Rune on the floor.

Several Word Bearers warriors clad in human skins brought up some weak mortals.

Unprotected mortals stumbled onto the altar.

The Word Bearers took out their daggers, and one by one they slit their throats.

"don't want."

"I beg of you."

"Leave us alone."

Mortals wept and knelt and begged for mercy, hoping to live.

But the Word Bearers have no mercy.

One by one they killed the mortals, turning their pleas for mercy into screams.

Blood spilled on the floor carved with Chaos runes.

The dread of mortal dying, and the hopeless death of a living creature, gave rise to cries of excitement from the hungry warp beings.

The Word Bearers delight these long-forgotten ones with blood and soul.

They chanted ancient spells.

A vicious chill filled the shadowy corners.

The beings of the Warp worm their way into the corpse, scrambling to devour the soul of the dead.

The battleship was enveloped by whispers in the shadows.

Ahriman held a scepter in his hand and watched the sacrificial ceremony proceed.

Then, he looked to another place.

Several thousand son wizards are channeling the power drawn by the sacrifice.

In the very center of the hall, the outer orbit of the Chiji zodiac is rotating around the central sphere.

Chiji zodiac is like a huge armillary sphere, the original heliocentric model.

The orbits made of metal represent the orbits of stars.

The first round of sacrifices ended soon.

The Chiki zodiac began to spin, and Ahriman could feel a mysterious and powerful force coming.

The zodiac signs are matched, the singing stars, the blood is sacrificed, and the mighty power of the gods will appear in the world.

Ahriman's scepter released light, and he whispered the ancient incantations from the Book of Magnus, prying the mysterious power of the warp.

The Word Bearers perform a second round of sacrifices, this time on an even larger scale.

Those sacrifices were escorted up.

A total of 1,248 mortals.

Each of them is a spark related to the Warp.

The identities of these captives from the empire's plunder vary.

There are descendants of planetary rulers.

There are penniless beggars.

There are good men and women.

There are vicious and adulterers.

And the hopeless and the fallen.

Silent Word Bearers walk among the trembling and weeping mortals, armed with bloody weapons.

They chanted ancient prayers and anointed the bodies of those sacrificed with blessed ashes with their hands.

Cries echoed through the ancient hall.

Make those warp creatures laugh wildly

Ahriman immersed his mind in the sea of ​​souls, guiding that terrifying force to achieve his goals.

It feeds on war, fueled by fear and the blood of the dead.

It is despair rooted in hope.

It was once the legend of the end of a race.

This existence is mysterious and powerful, nowhere to be found, yet ubiquitous.

Ahriman talked with the other party with his soul, promised the other party benefits and sacrifices, and sought the assistance of that terrible power.

"Dedicate your blood and soul to it." Ahriman's voice was extremely low.

After receiving his order, the Word Bearers and Wizard of the Thousand Sons who shuttled among the sacrifices acted immediately.

The speed is too fast to see clearly.

Slaughter those sacrifices like slaughtering cattle and sheep.

One thousand two hundred and forty-eight dead made the mysterious existence cry out excitedly.

These dead are all potential psykers.

It is the favorite food of archons.

Their deaths were exchanged for the cooperation of Ahriman and each other.

As the death screams of these mortals poured into the warp, a terrible force poured forth.

The ether storm was rapidly brewing and stirring in the subspace.

The Human Empire Fleet, which was bombarding the surface monsters in the low-earth orbit of the Learning Star, detected an unusually powerful psychic signal.

The auspicious device made a harsh beeping sound, and the machine slaves howled in pain because of the sudden surge in data flow.

The psyker shed blood and tears, and his frail body fell to the ground, howling in pain.

That crazy force squeezed their brains, so fierce that it seemed to crush their brains.

Breher watched the energy level of the signal increase all the way, and the number changed so fast that it seemed to be out of control.

He turned to where the communications director was and growled loudly.

"Connect me to the Regent of the Empire immediately, fast."

As soon as the words fell, the Glory of Macragge shook violently, spinning like a spinning top.

Breher held onto the throne tightly with his strong and powerful hands so as not to be thrown out.

Others weren't so lucky, and they were thrown and smashed into something else.

The attached data cable clings to them, which is a huge pain.

Those cables are implanted directly in the cortex.

That's where the human body is most vulnerable.

Even with emergency devices, it is difficult to escape the pain of nerves being torn.

Two crew members shed blood and tears. Their eyelids were torn off by the cables, and their eyes were dripping with blood.

"My lord." A crew member raised his head from the control screen, his voice full of panic and uneasiness.

"What happened?" Breher looked at the crew member and asked.

"We, we were thrown from the planet of lore, the warp storm threw us from the planet of lore, and the imperial regent was left there."

When the crew member talked about it later, he even started crying.

They did not fulfill their duties, leaving the Lord alone in danger.

Brehe, who had always been stable, suddenly lost his legs, and almost fell to his knees.

As an old captain who has served for many years, his military accomplishment is absolutely no less than any commander under Guilliman's command.

That subspace storm must have been planned for a long time.

Just to separate them from the Imperial Regency.

Next...

Breher could not imagine what the enemy was going to do.

If the opponent succeeds, he will die.

His voice was trembling, "Quick, check our location, we have to go back, no matter what the price is, we have to go back immediately."

Breher's voice was terrified and weeping.

All the crew members were involuntarily terrified when they realized the sinister intentions they had been thrown into this place.

Once something happens to the Imperial Regent, what should humans do?

Who will lead them?

The terrible storm tossed the ships of the Imperial fleet here and there.

The space that was originally dominant was suddenly taken away by the enemy.

On the ground, Guilliman had penetrated deep into the cities of the Eldar.

Natas walked at the head of the procession, staff in hand.

Following the guidance of Elder Prophet Aldral, he led Guilliman and others deep into the ruined city.

See the remains and bones of the city, as well as various fallen Eldar vehicles and war machines.

Seeing this scene of being turned into ruins, Natas felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

It was a painful time that many prophets of the Eldar would not recall.

They took the wrong path, which led to that terrible disaster.

The Eldar lost everything.

In the days to come, they must be cautious.

Otherwise, the Eldar will usher in complete destruction.

Guilliman held the Emperor's Sword and strode behind Natas, not paying attention to the prophet's thoughts.

He looked around for possible threats.

Guilliman is already strong, and those demons are no match for him.

But Guilliman understood that nothing in this world was invincible.

Arrogance will only lead to your own destruction.

Do what you want, do what you want, and do what you want, that's the way to eat chicken.

The ruins of the city are magnificent, and a trace of the prosperity of the past can be seen from the remaining buildings.

Sicarius and Grand Master Manjago led their respective troops, forming a defensive formation with Guilliman at the center.

When they got deep into the center of the city, the beast-like howls sounded again.

Here comes the devil.

They broke the original silence, gathered together howling and screaming, and rushed towards Guilliman and his party.

Seeing the appearance of the demon, Sicarius rushed up first, smashing the monster running in front with his sword.

Master Manjago did not dare to show weakness, and the warhammer in his hand quickly smashed a monster.

Guilliman's personal guard and the Gray Knights cooperated and secretly competed.

You kill one demon, I'll kill two.

In front of the lord, the guards naturally cannot show weakness. They want to prove that as the guards of the regent of the empire, they are the strongest.

The Gray Knights did not admit defeat, hunting demons was their full-time job.

Your professional field has been compared by you, will you still be confused in the future? ?

Wouldn't the Gray Knights have to be replaced by blue?

Guilliman didn't do anything, and he didn't care about the competition between the two sides.

He followed Natas closely, to the city's greatest secret.

Soon, they came to an altar in front of a sculpture of the Eldar Goddess of Life.

The altar has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is covered with a thin layer of strange flesh and blood.

Guilliman asked the accompanying gray knights to raise their flamethrowers to burn the flesh and blood, revealing the original altar.

Natas stepped forward, cut his palms, daubed them on the runes, and chanted ancient prayers.

Accompanied by the booming sound from the altar.

An underground secret passage appeared in front of everyone.

Guilliman followed Natas into the room.

Their pace was fast, they crossed the huge stone arch, and walked deeper.

The Eldar use unique crystals and spirit bones to record their knowledge.

Now, many of those crystals are broken, and those spiritual bones are scattered all over the place.

These are valuable knowledge and technologies of the Eldar.

And so they were lost.

The Eldar may never get them back.

The road to the underground knowledge base is very complicated. The only good thing is that there are many runes that restrain the subspace here. Even after so long, these runes still play a role.

Demons don't like being in this place.

Under the guidance of Natas, Guilliman and his party found a hexagonal room easily.

The room is very hidden, and it also depicts various hidden runes.

Natas smeared blood on a small statue of a god, opening a hidden miniature space.

A delicate box was taken out of it.

A piece of crystal slightly exuded a halo, floating in the box just like that.

The crystal contains the webway technology of the Eldar.

This kind of technology was considered lost by the Spirit Race Empire at one time, but they didn't realize that there were prophets who had recorded the ancient knowledge and hid the crystal here, waiting for the day when the Spirit Race fell, and they could quickly revive with these technologies.

The crystal is beautiful, exuding the brilliance like moonlight.

Hazy, pure.

Natas took a few glances, then closed the box, and handed it to Guilliman.

"Give this to you first, and then return it to the Spirit Race after you have mastered the knowledge."

The spirit race has been fragmented, the major ark worlds are lingering, the dark spirit race has gone crazy, and they are still continuing the indulgence and madness before the fall of the spirit race empire.

Even if they master the webway technology, the Eldar have no way to build it.

They don't have enough resources and manpower to do it.

Guilliman had just taken the box.

The voice of his communication officer came from the communication, very terrified, as if the whole person was frightened.

"My lord, a traitor army appeared out of nowhere. They took control of the low-Earth orbit. Our fleet disappeared for unknown reasons."

Guilliman hadn't had time to make arrangements.

Sicarius, who stayed on the ground, also sent news.

"My lord, it's the Primarch of Demons. They were sent to the city with the help of evil witchcraft."

Guilliman frowned at these words, handed the box to the guards beside him, then turned around and walked towards the exit.

Obviously the other party came prepared.

The disappearance of the fleet is probably related to those guys.

Guilliman was fast, much faster than when he came in.

When he came out of the tunnel, he heard the voices of the daemon primarchs.

The ground troops suffered heavy casualties under the terrorist attack of the Demon Primarch.

Even Sicarius was knocked into the air several times in a row, smashing many buildings.

"Where is Guilliman's cowardly coward?? Tell him to come and meet me." Fulgrim pierced a gray knight with his sword, and with a grin, he directly provoked him.

"He should have escaped!!" Lorgar also spoke.

"A bunch of damn rats." Guilliman strode forward, the Emperor's Sword already activated in his hand.

Seeing Guilliman's appearance, Fulgrim, who was killing other fighters, swam over with his snake-like body.

"It's been a long time, Guilliman, I didn't expect you to be alive. Do you miss the battle of Sesara! You are just like today, so stupid that you fell into the trap and made yourself embarrassed. It's a pity that , this time, you are not so lucky, you will die here today?"

"Only you?" said Guilliman.

"No, I know that you have obtained a brand new power. Maybe you have been able to defeat me, but unfortunately, this time you are not fighting alone, but you are facing the three of us alone." Fulgrim held all four arms Holding a sharp sword, he said mockingly, "Three against one, do you think you can win?"

Guilliman just wanted to ridicule the other party.

Another voice came to the battlefield one step ahead of him.

"You're wrong, it's not three against one, but five against three, idiots, do you think you are the only ones who can play tricks and despicable tricks?"

Countless dark crows were entrenched over the battlefield, their tone full of sarcasm.

"I, Corax, Lord of the Ravens, am good at this too."