Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Dorn watched as the Eldar warriors charged into the webway.

The eerie light poured out from the entrance of the webway.

exudes a heart-throbbing malice.

The sound of fighting came from it.

Dawn raised a hand, and everyone became tense.

Everyone is waiting for his order.

The low hum of the shield generator, the pulsating arc crackling in the air.

The sound of engines of war vehicles echoed in the air.

The primarch's hand cut the air.

"Follow them in."

The knights, who had already been ready to go, controlled the mechs, took heavy steps, and pushed forward.

The marble road trembled under the tall mechanical steps, and there was a dull sound.

The golden double-headed eagle etched into the knight's mech gleamed in the light of the warp.

"For the great empire, for mankind, and for Guilliman." The leading knight let out a roar.

Along with the roar, there was also a horn that resounded through the sky.

Thousands of horns echoed the leader of the knights.

Excited for the upcoming battle, the knights shouted passionate roars.

Under their will, the heavy metal body was submerged in the light, and the sound of roaring artillery fire shook the webway.

Amarić entered the Webway with the Black Templars and the Imperial Fists, along with Primaris Space Marines from several other chapters.

The mecha skitarii followed, their hornet-like claws, their reinforced feet slapping the ground deadly.

These warriors built with Martian technology never get tired and never need to rest.

After rushing into the webway, the brilliant light disappeared, and what greeted the eyes was the mist emitting a faint light.

The arched webway is huge, with a diameter of ten kilometers, enough to accommodate small warships.

When the imperial troops moved in it, they looked very small.

It's like ants walking in the kingdom of giants.

The material of the webway is very special, possessing some kind of psionic resonance.

It's a bit like the spirit bone material of the spirit race, but it's very different.

Just the same characteristics.

According to Mechanicum research data, the materials used to construct the webway walls do not belong to any material known to the Empire.

Some mechanical priests speculate that none of these materials may exist in the Milky Way.

There are corpses of demons lying in the webway, fragmented and scattered everywhere.

Under the suppression of the heart of the fire, the demon's strength was weakened a lot, and it was crushed by the spirit warriors, resulting in a one-sided massacre.

"Go forward and seize control of the webway." Amariqi shouted.

"For Guilliman, for the Emperor, for Dorne," the warriors chanted.

Amarich unleashes all of her superhuman senses and beware of the demons lurking in the shadows.

The performance of the power armor was turned on by him to the maximum power, and the thinker system processed all the data at a high speed, converting all the information it received into a visual picture.

Eerie readings throbbed in the armored Thinker processing center.

The signs of activity flashed through the scanner like ghosts.

not of any kind.

Nor does it follow any laws of physics.

Like a bunch of ghosts dancing in a tunnel.

It also seems that the tunnel itself is moving without anyone noticing.

Sometimes, Amareki could hear someone calling his name loudly.

The voice sounded very strange, and there was no indication in the communication.

Only the disturbed crackle stirred the man's voice.

Several times, he felt the voice whispering in his ear.

The voice was as soft as smoke, and I couldn't hear what the other party was saying.

Amarizi tried to activate the filter, but found that the armor had no record of any of that sound.

It was as if he was hallucinating himself.

The billowing mist covered the demon's corpse, and faces emerged.

Some of those faces were human, some were alien, and some didn't know what they were.

The automatic aiming device of the mechanical infantry on the side made a clicking sound, and the automatic shoulder gun was rotating, aiming at the non-existent enemy.

The sound of fighting came from the front.

The Eldar warriors are fighting hard.

Many imperial soldiers tried their best to ignore those strange phenomena, stepped forward, and threw themselves into the crazy war.

Their steps disturbed the shimmering mist, causing small vortices to appear.

The Eldar warriors led by Ifran also brandished their blades.

Their battle is like dancers dancing.

The blade leaps to death, killing those demons in an instant.

Swift as lightning, it sows death and forges destruction.

The wild samurai turned into a disaster of death, rushing against the tide of magic.

The death roar of the demon echoed in the ancient webway, filling the communication channels of human communication with piercing screams.

Ifrane throws herself into the fight.

Her psionic energy surged as her blade sliced ​​through the bodies, limbs and necks of those half-material enemies.

The barrier that came with the armor isolated the blood and broken skin of those monsters from himself.

"This is the power of the spirit race." Evelyn felt a little complacent in her heart.

Even in the face of the crazy tide, the dance of death of the Eldar race can still easily harvest those lifeless.

Within the bounds of the dance is the realm of the devil's death, from which there is no possibility of escape.

Humanity should be apprehensive that they have such a powerful ally.

Ifrane turned her head to look at the human's position.

The huge human army made her lose her mind for a short time.

【Execute the annihilation procedure】

【Lock target】

【Kill】

【Kill】

The ones rushing to the front are the modified machine slaves injected with a large amount of biochemical agents. Their strong muscles make them swell like giants.

The limbs were transformed into weapons, the waist was equipped with a movable and rotating piston metal device, the eyes were taken out, and prosthetic eyes with multiple visual modes were installed.

They hold heavy stump guns or flamethrowers, and attack enemies with loud program prompts.

No fear, no exhaustion.

Standing at the front, even if one machine slave fell down, the other machine slaves would go around indifferently and continue to move forward, pouring out their anger at the enemy.

The demon's evil witchcraft was blocked by the energy shields on their bodies, and only ripples were stirred up on the shields.

Ifrane marvels at the barbarity of humans, but also at their technology.

Even those machine slaves who have been stripped of their flesh and blood and have offline nerves all have personal shields.

Those regularized troops have even more astonishing equipment.

Most common mortals are well equipped with exoskeletal armor.

How terrible is the productivity of human beings today, so that the army can be so thoroughly armed! !

In the hands of Guilliman, the empire glowed with endless vitality.

For a moment, Evelyn didn't know whether it was right or wrong to assist humans in awakening the Primarch.

If one day, Guilliman aimed the butcher's knife at them, the spirit race would be destroyed in an instant.

What power in the galaxy can resist the awakened humans? ?

The black sword in Amarich's hand has been activated. This ancient battle sword inherited from Sigismund has now become a holy relic, which is a blessing for hunting these demons.

The arc on the black sword crackled, and the cleavage force field had been activated, and it could kill a demon in an instant, like a scorching knife cutting butter, without any sense of delay.

Holding the black sword, he leaped over the Eldar warrior, rushed in front of a demon, swung the opponent's sharp claws away with one blow, and then split the opponent's body with a single blow, then turned and used the bolt gun in his hand to smash the other demon His body was smashed to pieces.

The whole process is smooth and flowing.

With the help of the battle armor, Amariqi, who has undergone the second upgrade of the original cast, possesses the strength and speed of a god of war.

No demon is his opponent, and any attempt to stop him will be destroyed.

Other human warriors were also roaring, and led by Amariqi, they attacked the demon.

The demon tide collapsed under the combined forces of humans and Eldar.

Those nightmares created from all kinds of weirdness became incomplete under the cold sharp blade, and became fragmented under the roaring bullets.

In the webway, there are explosions of metal and iron clashing and heat waves that can burn everything.

Followed by the smell of the devil's corpse.

Their stickiness renders both breathing masks and Primaris warrior helmets useless.

War has its own smell, the rotting smell of human corpses mixed with the ablative air and ionized ozone of the bombs.

Amariqi has experienced countless battles.

He knew the smell of war as lecherous men know women's bodies.

But this time was different, those familiar smells were covered up, covered up by a stronger smell.

The smells were filled with foul-smelling disease, disgusting witchcraft, loathsome blood, and cloyingly sweet delights.

The combination of humans and Eldar is like a sharp sword piercing the heart, and the demons collapsed before the overwhelming army.

The ground is covered with unevolved demon corpses, and the smell is nauseating.

The knights were running with their mechas, releasing shells and plasma, forming a firepower network like a storm.

Not a single demon escaped their grasp.

It was instantly torn apart by the intensive firepower.

Dorn also entered the webway.

As the person in charge of the webway project, he naturally also had to be active on the front line, so as to encourage those soldiers who fought bravely.

After moving forward for a certain distance, the webway suddenly opened up and became even bigger.

The diameter of those webways is hundreds of kilometers, enough for several battleships to run side by side, or for Celestial-class warships to enter them.

The network channels are intricate, and the small network channels are connected to the main road like blood vessels.

The big one is enough to pass through a Celestial-class battleship, and the small one can only accommodate one person to advance.

These webways are used by the Eldar to navigate the galaxy without entering the Warp.

It is conceivable that once successful, the influence of the gods on humans will drop to a freezing point.

[Detection of a gap in the network lane]

The voice of the machine slave echoed on the communication channel dedicated to the human army.

Dawn walked over to the coordinates according to the prompt.

Machine slaves are pouring fire around a gap, destroying those demons with physical bodies.

A strange light flickered, which was maliciousness from the subspace.

The moment the demon jumped into the webway, it gained a form, and was instantly destroyed by the intensive artillery fire.

The mechanical priest hurried over.

The blessed machinery was installed on a huge truck and was transported with a roar.

Accompanied by the rapid flashing of those machine lights.

Liquid metal gleaming with silver light flows out of the machine's pipes.

These molten metals are extremely expensive, and even if the resources of the entire empire are used, the output is not very large.

It is a molecular level material.

Using cutting-edge etching technology, circuits and prayers are carved on the two-dimensional layer of unfolded molecules, and then dimensionally contracted.

Under the nerve operation of the mechanical priest, when the molten metal flows to the gap, it condenses quickly, spreading like life in the gap.

The electromagnetic pattern and the blessed prayer exuded radiance, and after a few hours, the gap of a few square meters was filled.

The flowing molten metal appears silver, but after solidification, it turns black.

The materials of Mechanicum are completely different from the original webway materials.

The black metal walls are on the grid, like patches.

The webway is a multidimensional being.

The materials used by Mechanics to repair the network channel are also multi-dimensional, which can guarantee the same performance as the original material of the network channel.

Ifran watched the human beings' movements, and she knew that Eldrar had pointed him to the knowledge star that stored the books on the technology of the Eldar.

From there Guilliman received the knowledge of the Eldar's construction of the webway.

It's just that I didn't expect that the other party didn't use the material technology of the Spirit Race, but just used it as a reference to develop the most suitable technology for human beings.

What they have become more and more powerful is not only military strength, but also spiritual and cultural strength.

They let go of their complacency and start anew, abandoning those useless traditions and codes.

Iflan also has worries in her heart, once the human beings are so strong that they don't need allies, how should the spirit race deal with themselves.

Thinking of the power of the gods, she was a little relieved.

Human beings have made great progress, but the gods are not easy to deal with.

The most terrifying thing about the gods is not power, but the ability and thought to corrupt all.

No matter what Guilliman created, it had to face the corruption of the gods, and that was the most dangerous place.

Horus betrayed the Emperor?

So who will betray Guilliman?

The victory of the gods is as inevitable as the passage of time and the destruction of mortal bodies.

Humanity needs the Eldar as allies.

Had they left the Eldar, they would have gone through the Iron Heresy or the Horus Change again.

This is the flaw of their race.

Ifran believed that Guilliman, who could lead mankind to glory, would not be so short-sighted.

Donn didn't notice the complex and changeable thoughts of Evelyn standing beside him, and he checked the patched gap in the webway.

Daemons have been banished back to the Warp.

The webway is somewhere between fantasy and reality.

Without a gap, the demon cannot find the entrance.

Can only roar incompetently in the subspace.

The webway patch doesn't look pretty, but Dawn still couldn't hide his excitement.

He unbuttoned his gauntlet, and stroked the black factor wall with his thick and thick palms, as gentle as stroking a delicate beauty.

The black metal wall is very smooth, and those flickering electromagnetic lines and prayers seem to exist inside the metal, not on the surface.

Don didn't touch any tiny scratches, it was extremely smooth, as if the molecules were neatly arranged together, as smooth as the surface of an expanding and collapsing neutron star.

"How is the effect of the repair?" Donne looked at the mechanical priest beside him.

"The strength of this liquid metal is currently the best in the empire. If you use them to make the ram of a battleship, even the crust of the earth will be as fragile as tofu. They also have the ability to repair themselves. Even if there is a small defect, they can Grow quickly and make up for the gap." The mechanical priest replied.

Evelyn felt like a stormy sea in her heart, and looked at the black wall with uncertain eyes.

Human technology has developed to this extent.

The material used to repair the webway also has the property of growing itself! !

"Not bad." Dawn nodded with a smile, and then looked up at the distant battlefield. The coalition forces were advancing bravely, and the crushing force made the enemy have no fighting spirit.

All the way, he threw away his helmet and armor, and suffered heavy casualties.

Soon, humanity will have the first patched webway.

This is a very meaningful start.

The empire obtained not only a webway, but also the experience of repairing the webway and fighting against demons, and cultivated a group of technical teams for repairing the webway.

Those things are rare and precious.

Much more precious than a webway.

"Further ahead is an abandoned spirit city, you have to be prepared, there should still be some weird monsters that have had their souls taken out." Evelyn said.

"Relax, we are always ready. Nothing can stop humans," Dorn said.

Baal galaxy.

The bottom of the Castle of Angels.

A large number of blood coffins are displayed here.

Those chosen seeds are here waiting to germinate and grow.

It was a sea of ​​blood and rage.

Confused souls float in it, looking for the way to the future.

Spirals of red and black intersect to shape the body.

He glimpsed the ancient past, the first human being was born in a blackened cave, and when he grew up, he carved the image of an angel on the wall.

The story of angels grows with the growth of human beings.

Human beings firmly believe that angels are the guardians of human beings.

Their beauty is unmatched, and their wrath burns all.

And now, he's turning into an angel.

Shelter mankind and pour out the wrath of destruction on the enemies of mankind.

New knowledge poured into his brain from cold intelligence.

The ways of war are written on the blank pages of his memory.

The soaked amniotic fluid was slowly drawn away, covering his naked body coldly.

The turning gears of the machine crushed silence into dust, and the light stimulated his closed eyes.

The smell of blood flooded his mouth and nose.

who I am?

A question appeared in his mind, lingering.

The remodeling surgery made him forget something.

"The implanted organs are working perfectly, praising the great regent of the empire. His wisdom has made everything that was difficult before easier." A voice sounded.

"It's really an unimaginable innovation." Another voice said: "We have more angels, bloodthirst and black rage have become controllable abilities, the Emperor, there is better news than this ??"

He opened his eyes, staring at the nutrition cabin door slowly opening in front of him.

"The subject is awake, and all physical data is normal." A mechanical priest wearing a red robe said.

He could feel an incomparably majestic power waking up in his body, and every cell was being awakened.

He tried to raise his hand and insert the tubes of veins and arteries, but he was stopped.

"Don't make too many movements, your nerves haven't fully adapted to the new body." The mechanical priest said.

"Do you remember your name?" asked another mechanical priest.

"My name?" he mused.

Who is he now? ?

what name? ?

He tried hard to go deep in his memory, looking for his own name.

a sun.

Golden and blue radiance.

A hero, a legend, a future.

He saw clearly the noble face of the sun, and he showed a smile to everyone, just like the warm sun shining on all things, and the smile alone was enough to soothe people's terrible psychological trauma.

That was a memory he couldn't forget.

Who is that man with the noble face? ?

As this confusion surfaced, a name popped up in his mind, Regent of the Empire.

This name seemed to have some kind of magical power, when he remembered that name.

It was as if a sluice was suddenly blasted in my mind, and countless memories gushed out like a flood.

War, Zerg, Killing, Death.

Endless grief overwhelmed him.

Let him shed tears like an angel.

He remembered his name.

Named by his father, Yugi the water seller.

"Tiers, my name is Tiers." Tiers said sadly, "We lost everything, lovers and friends."

"Yes, but we also have a future. Tiers." said the mechanical priest.

"Yes, the future." Tiers said dejectedly.

At this moment, the rhythmic sound of heavy footsteps came.

In came two angels, dressed in white robes decorated with spirals and drops of blood.

It seems that they are very similar.

Like brothers, but a little different.

One of them was taller and stronger.

And the other is older, with sharp eyes and experience and confusion.

The mechanical priest handed over the data board in his hand to the two space warriors, and stretched out the mechanical tentacles to release the cables and pipes from Tiers' body.

"Don't be sad, Tiers. All the souls loyal to the Emperor will return to the Emperor's throne. Even though they are humble and small, the Emperor never cares and accepts them equally." The older angel said.

"I hope so." Tiers said, looking at the two angels.

"Tiers, you will have a group of blood brothers and a brand new father, and you will devote yourself to an unprecedented career of glory. Forget the past, Tiers, you belong to the future." The old space warrior Said, "The galaxy is burning, those horrors are hurting innocent human beings, and the great imperial regent needs every warrior."

Another angel put his hand on Tiers' shoulder, "Are you ready? As an angel of death under Sanguinius, you are ready to protect others and give your life for them Are you ready? Are you ready to face those horrors and avenge the dead? Tiers."

Tiers recalled those horrible creatures.

The images of his comrades who died on the battlefield flickered in his mind.

The civilians who died in the massacre reached out to him in despair.

Those crying children were blown away in the artillery fire, and the rumbling explosion instantly turned those children into wreckage fragments.

"I don't know, but I'm ready to die," Tiers said.

"Very good." The older angel turned to look at the mechanical priest, "Arm him, we will have one more warrior."

The Angel Fort stands tall and majestic on the surface of Baal. The momentum is magnificent, and all kinds of tall buildings are very spectacular. The highest place has even pierced the stratosphere. It is the tallest building in the newly established City of Angels.

All kinds of exquisite buildings are rising rapidly around this fortress.

Mechanic priests and merchants will bring this desolate world back to life.

After putting on the battle armor blessed by the Holy Emperor and the Great Regent, Tiers walked out.

What he saw surprised him.

The ruins and wreckage had disappeared.

Instead, there are various exquisite buildings and lush plants.

The suspended vehicle shuttles through the tall city like a school of fish. The sunlight passes through the school of fish and falls on the ground, turning into tiny spots of light.

Under the glory of the Imperial Regency, the people of Baal are no longer bothered by harsh conditions.

A new life awaits them.

Education for all has already been rolled out, and schools have been established at the fastest speed.

Mechanical priests and various professionals also rushed to Baal from all over the galaxy.

The Empire needs more professionals to satisfy that fearsome, ever-hungry scientific behemoth.

The children were brought out from those factories, from the desolate tribes.

They were thrown in schools and molded into what the Empire needed.

Anyone who tries to stop this will be given a death bomb by the judge or law enforcer.

Empire is as strong as ever.

The economy also began to develop.

The interstellar fleets that come and go transport the goods from other galaxies, and transport the goods from Baal, and wealth is generated in a process.

In the economic system controlled by the empire, the flow of wealth is strictly monitored to ensure that those wealth will fall on those who are useful to the human race, rather than those who are useless and can only rely on system loopholes.

Do not try to obtain social wealth that does not belong to you through any illegal means.

The judges of the empire never cared about those useless sophistry, they just put the muzzle of the gun into the mouth of those fools, and then pulled the trigger.

Tiers boarded the transport boat, and he was assigned a task to go to the wild to wipe out Tyranid creatures.

The transport boat roared, and the anti-gravity array supported the heavy cabin to fly in the air.

They shuttled through the city centered on Fort Angel.

Barr's change was so great that Tiers felt as if he had watched a magic trick, which was unbelievable.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have believed that this bustling city was a ruin destroyed by Tyranid creatures.

"In the past, we fought for the emperor and for the glory of Sanguinius. Now we have one more task, which is to protect these things. The war has never been far away from us." The leader beside Tiers- Surens said, "Before I came to Barr, I fought with the Regent of the Empire."

Surens showed his badge of merit, "Some people think it's a symbol of honor, and some think it's a reward. But we think it's a record of pain. Behind every badge of merit are soldiers who have paid heavy sacrifices and suffered a lot. Suffering people. The blood of Sanguinius flows in our breasts, the blood of mercy and love, and we are destined to die for the innocent, to die for a greater cause, to protect those innocent Fighting to the last moment."

"This is our mission, Tiers. Remember, we are the sons of Sanguinius. We were born to sacrifice, to protect the beauty and peace of this world."

"I remember." Tiers said, "I will definitely live up to the blood of Sanguinius."

The blood slaves wore ivory white masks and walked along the avenue of ceremonies holding an incense burner in their hands. Compared with the sculptures in the alcove, their figures looked very small.

They sang the ancient songs of angels, seeing off the departed warriors, and guiding them back to the arms of the archangels and into the emperor's sanctuary.

At the forefront is the legend of the Empire, Chapter Master of the Blood Angels Chapter - Dante.

He was dressed in glittering gold ceramist steel armor, and his face was covered with a golden mask depicting the face of Sanguinius.

The pattern left by the latest casting can be seen on the mask.

The original mask had been taken away by Guilliman.

It contains the fragment of Sanguinius, which is the key to resurrecting the Archangel.

Guilliman promised that he would bring the Archangel back the day the shards were assembled.

Dante didn't have the slightest doubt.

Guilliman has accomplished many miraculous deeds that others thought were impossible.

He reorganized the empire, defeated many powerful enemies, and recalled several Primarchs.

The absurd and seemingly impossible thing of resurrecting Sanguinius, said from Guilliman's mouth, made Dante feel very reliable.

Dante walks in the team, strong and powerful, and his body upgraded by the original cast moves vigorously, vigorously and vigorously.

It is completely impossible to see that not long ago, he and the Holy Blood Angels had faced a disaster that could destroy everything.

The imperial hero is like a statue stepped out of myth.

In his hand, he holds a weapon cast by the latest technology of the Empire - the Ax of Immortality.

The heavy blade danced with bright arcs and surged with flames.

Beside him, Mephiston, the chief think tank of the Blood Angels, looked solemn.

Compared with Dante's holiness and majesty, he has another temperament.

His pale face was full of contempt and coldness, as if he was warning all the onlookers who dared to look at him.

His long hair fluttered in the wind behind his head, reflecting an elegant silvery white luster.

The stern face chopped with a knife and an axe also stood out from the crowd of blood angels.

His majesty dwarfs mortals, and his open and closed temperament reveals an inhuman handsomeness.

Dark secrets lie before those unblinking, deep eyes.

He was like Sanguinius himself in a brutal nightmare.

Murphyston held his Yuanwu power sword in his hand. Behind him, the blood-red and luxurious cloak dragged in the dust, and the velvet hissed on the stone bricks.

Behind the leader and think tank is a hovering cherub.

Cherubs have the opposite shape of babies, with a ribcage made of thin and delicate metal ribs.

Its face wore the same ivory decorative visor as other blood slaves, covering its half-mechanical, half-flesh appearance.

There are a pair of weak metal wings on its back.

In his hand he held a tray, supporting a large block of polished brass.

The shiny surface of the brass was carved with obscure runes and designs.

Behind the cherubs, there are two think tanks who follow closely behind.

Psychic energy surged from their bodies, the power armor on their bodies hummed, and complex electromagnetic symbols lit up from time to time, regulating the power from the subspace.

"A new order came from the Regent of the Empire. He won the victory over the Black Legion. Abaddon failed and fled like a wild dog. He took the Vengeful Spirit and sent it to the stars. The ship carrying Horu The vicious old warship of Sth is gone, and no trace remains." The reverberation of the cathedral distorted Dante's voice.

"This does not surprise me. I have read his record and there is no possibility of failure." Mephiston said: "He is too good. To say something presumptuous, if he is nominated as the new lord of mankind , I won't be in the slightest surprise."

"We all think that the emperor has been silent on the golden throne for too long, and mankind needs a brand new monarch to lead." Dante nodded, and he didn't think there was any problem with such a statement.

In the past ten thousand years, the emperor ruled in name, but in fact it was just those families giving orders.

Everyone knows this, it's just that no one talks about it.

Those who jump out to say that Guilliman has seized the power of the Emperor are nonsense.

The Emperor never really ruled the Imperium, and Horus rebelled before the Great Crusade was complete.

After the Horus Heresy ended, the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne and never spoke again.

Guilliman only took back the power of those families, not to mention usurping the power of the Emperor.

Because the emperor has no power in the first place.

In the eyes of those nobles, the Emperor is just a mute mascot.

They just use each other's name to fulfill their ambitions.

Things like the Beast Wars and the Age of Blood, and the fall of Cadia, are proof that the old rulers of Terra didn't care what the Emperor thought.

Support a gang of rich nobles or support a primarch who can bring about change in mankind.

As long as there is no problem with the brain, they will make the same choice.

"The rebuilding of the Blood War Group is about to be completed. With the help of brand-new technology, the recruits quickly form combat effectiveness. Guilliman's heart is too strong. As long as the selected seeds are selected, there is no danger of failure." Mephiston said Another thing.

"That's exactly what we need." Dante nodded, he was very satisfied with the progress of the recruits. "The situation on the dark side of the empire is terrible, and we have to take the initiative to take our responsibilities. The Scarlet King-Magnus is promoting his evil plot, and we have to hurry up and destroy his psychic empire."

"That damned traitor was severely wounded on Pharos, but he did not give up his evil goal. So far, he has occupied the Prospero galaxy, and even the "Warlock Heart" in the subspace The wizard star was also dragged into the real universe by that lunatic. The demon world, which is severely distorted by the power of psionic energy, can make any nightmare scene in reality pale in comparison. We have to stop his actions, otherwise countless worlds will be swallowed by him .”

When they came to the gate of a magnificent palace, the blood slaves stopped.

Several think tanks from Dante and Mephiston walked in.

Inside, several captains of the Blood Angels Chapter awaited them.

This is a magnificent temple of anti-psychic power.

The roaring and turbulent air emitted by the huge plasma generator is like the engine room of a battleship.

The static electricity caused by the levitation force field dissociates in the air.

Thousands of books containing forbidden knowledge are suspended in the air and are closely guarded.

They sat down at a brass table.

A suspended holographic projection appeared in front of them, and a detailed star map jumped into everyone's eyes.

Savage purple scars divide the galaxy.

Aldameier, cleric of the Blood Angels, pointed to a planet on the edge of the Great Rift.

"Unprecedented waves of psychic energy emanate from here. Prospero galaxy, this galaxy has always been occupied by traitors and aliens, the Scarlet King-Magnus is trying to do something terrible, whatever it is , we all have to stop them, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

"It's far away from us." A company commander said: "In contrast, the threat of orcs is the most critical. The astronomical information on the battlefield of Armageddon has been solved, and the orcs are evolving crazily. If If we don't take measures in time, they will have an emperor in a few years. Imagine an orc emperor, what a terrible nightmare that would be, just an orc warlord almost made mankind suffer. "

"It's not easy for the orcs to want an emperor. The empire has never seen a so-called orc emperor in 10,000 years. At most, there are only those crazy warlords." Another company commander retorted: "We should pay attention to Mag Nus's threat, his psychic empire is likely to bring terrible disasters to mankind."

"The power of the ether is increasing. If we cannot take measures in time, once Magnus' plot succeeds, human beings are very likely to go to the road of eternal doom, which is too dangerous." Mephiston said.

"Magnus failed once. He was entered into an ambush by the imperial regency and almost died. I don't think Magnus poses much threat to the situation in front of us at all. The most important thing now is We must defeat the orcs and prevent the emergence of the orc emperor, otherwise, I am afraid that the old beast war will repeat itself."

The cherub who followed Dante and Mephiston put the tray on the table.

Several Librarians and company commanders stared at the complex, obscure runes on the brass surface.

"The Book of Prophecy?"

The Book of Prophecy is the product of Soaring to the High Heavens.

Murphyston has completed many such works in fugue.

When people embrace the subspace wholeheartedly.

Some enlightenment will be obtained in a state of madness.

If you can successfully parse those characters, you can get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg in the future.

The runes on the brass were written by Mephiston.

He vaguely remembered how he bent his fingers and carved those obscure and complicated words on the brass surface when he was in a state of madness. He wrote on it insanely, unable to stop.

"I have received a lot of revelations. All the dreams and interpretations of divination are warning me that we cannot ignore what Magnus has done, otherwise we will pay a heavy price. I suspect that the Lord of Change is trying to use Magnus , to build a permanent foothold to enhance your own influence."

"Once it succeeds, the consequences will be unimaginable. The Lord of Change will try to move the realm of disorder and tyranny to reality, corrupting the entire physical universe. We have known for a long time that demonic creatures try to enslave us. If we don't deal with it in time, we will only Fearing that the crisis is approaching step by step, when the time comes, there is really nothing to do."

"It is wise to deal with the orcs first. Even if there is a big rift, it is impossible for the gods to come to this universe. The law of reality restricts those evil gods. The orc emperor does not have such constraints. Once born, the orcs in the entire galaxy will Those who swear allegiance, when the time comes, the empire will have to face the orcs with the orc emperor." A company commander firmly defended his proposal.

The two sides insist on their own opinions, and they will not give in to each other.

In the end, they set their sights on Dante, hoping that he could pass the verdict as Chapter Master.

Dante stared at the data projected, thinking about two things, whose priority should be higher.

If the orcs on the Armageddon battlefield do not interfere, an orc emperor who is more terrifying than the orc warlord is likely to be born.

Magnus, who is hiding in the Prospero galaxy, is planning his psychic empire, intending to allow human beings to complete psychic evolution and provide a foothold for the Lord of Change.