Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Old ruined buildings are covered with vines.

The wreckage of the entire planet is floating in the void.

The planet Devon was devastated during the Horus Heresy.

After the war, it was once again a gathering place for cultists and aliens, and was bombed several times by the Imperial fleet.

The entire planet has been fragmented, and half of the planet has become a wreck, scattered on the original orbit.

The other half of the planet is broken and broken, but still maintains a general structure.

The scene here is shocking, but what is surprising is that plants are still born on this broken planet.

Green covers the traces left by civilization, and some tenacious animals rely on the special geographical environment to survive and avoid powerful enemies.

Guilliman stood on a broken plain, and there were huge ravines all over the plain, and any one of them was bottomless, leading to the ancient deep underground.

This is where the Temple of the Two Serpents of the former moon of Devon stood.

It can be seen from previous memories that the magnificence of the Temple of Two Snakes is the greatest building of a planetary civilization.

Even though it was built for the gods, there is no way to deny its magnificence.

This is also where Horus fell.

It is here that the followers of the gods and Erebus lead Horus to the abyss.

Later, Sanguinius also faced a test in the Temple of the Two Serpents.

Inside the temple, Sanguinius was also tempted.

He has two choices. The first choice is to surrender to Chaos. The demon promises to relieve the son of Sanguinius from the curse of bloodthirsty and black fury, and make Sanguinius the most powerful warmaster, the true son of the galaxy. host.

The second choice is death, and his offspring will be tormented forever.

"Would you choose to die? A meaningless death, no honor, and no one will remember your sacrifice, your death will be meaningless." The demon roared: "As long as you bow your knees to the gods, the entire galaxy will be destroyed." It is yours, you will gain an immortal lifespan and create an eternal legend."

"I will, I choose to die. People in the world should not suffer because of my greed. I am the archangel, the one who brings salvation." Sanguinius roared again and again, waving his spear and sword to charge demon.

In the same situation, the two Primarchs made different choices.

Horus chose the gods.

Sanguinius chose humans.

After Ryan escaped from the temple in Sanguinius, he ordered an extermination bombing of Devon, dismembering the entire planet.

It can be said that the shattering of Devon's planet today is largely due to the lion.

Guilliman suppressed the chaotic emotions in his heart, and turned his head to look at the huge ceremony center.

The honor guards guard their lord, the weapons in their hands have been activated, waiting for the upcoming battle.

Diego held a weapon and stood beside him like a sculpture, motionless. If he wasn't wearing a helmet, people would have regarded him as a steel sculpture.

Diego's eyes were extremely sharp and full of aggression, watching the people presiding over the ceremony, reviewing every step.

Any mistake will bring dire crisis.

And Diego swore that he would hold a sharp sword and kill all the demons who dared to enter the ceremony.

He has slain many demons in the Warp, but he doesn't mind getting more demon blood on his sword.

Natas and the others are already ready. The members of the Harlequin troupe are distributed around the high platform of the ceremony, full of vigilance, and vigilant against the demons that may rush out from another dimension.

It is closely guarded here.

If you want to break through, you will undoubtedly have to break out a shocking war to do it.

Priests chanted the Emperor's hymn, and nuns lit candles engraved with runes.

The clouds and mist from the incense burner are disturbed by the flying cherubs, forming a vortex in the air.

Countless runes are carved on the surface.

Every rune has been checked at least six times to make sure there are no problems.

Subspace rituals need to be very cautious, and the impact of any rune error will be disastrous.

The mechanical priest started the complex machine, and there was a roaring sound, and the huge plasma energy pile was slowly increasing the output power under the supervision of the energy experts.

The continuous row of machines roared, and the cables crawling on the ground like giant snakes surged with surging power.

"I never thought that human beings would rely on witchcraft so much one day." The voice of the great clown sounded beside Guilliman, with a sigh in his tone.

During the Great Crusade, humans hated witchcraft so much that they even banned the use of witchcraft and ordered the Thousand Sons to return to their home planet for confinement.

Now, Guilliman was willing to use sorcery to summon Sanguinius.

"Nothing is static. The operation of the universe is ruthless. When we are weak, we need to choose to obey. When we are strong, we can choose to change. The inability to accurately recognize ourselves is the beginning of destruction." Ji Liman said indifferently, and was not moved by his use of witchcraft. "Untimely arrogance will only bring destruction. Human beings will not do such things, and I hope you will not either."

When he said the last sentence, Guilliman stared at the big buffoon, meaning something.

The big clown wearing a laughing mask did not continue to speak, but looked at the broken plain.

Guilliman took a few glances, then turned around and continued to watch the ceremony.

After the fall of the Spirit Race Empire, the Spirit Race suffered heavy casualties, and those who survived were also torn apart.

A part of the Eldar chose to abandon civilization, degenerated into the tribal age, and became active in the barren planet.

Some fled into the webway with the God of Laughter, established a theater troupe, and performed the history of the past in a theatrical mode.

The Ark Eldar fled ahead of time, followed the road, and used the world's soul circuit to avoid Slaanesh's plunder of souls.

Based on Comoros, the Dark Eldar established a bloody and dark terrorist regime, replacing the plundering of their own souls by torturing others.

Guilliman and Eldrar formed a tacit understanding.

The spirit race serves humans, and humans do not attack the spirit race, and establish an ally relationship.

The Harlequin troupe is also one of the Eldar forces betting on.

However, they are more arrogant than Eldrar.

Guilliman did not like this arrogance.

The human empire is stronger than the Eldar, why should they endure such arrogance! !

Moreover, this kind of arrogance is likely to cast a cloud over the cooperation between the two races.

Hitting it in advance is ten thousand times better than the ending of the war between the two clans.

As the Emperor's Prayer went to its climax, the ceremony was also proceeding in an orderly manner.

An angel body made of the most advanced technology of the empire was lifted up.

The original mother copy containing all the gene sequences researched in the golden age of human beings is in the hands of the ruling great sage-Cauer.

This mother originally belonged to those genetic old women of the Moon Gene Church.

During the Horus rebellion, a member of the Gene Cult took the original mother away from the hands of the gene mother, preventing Horus from using the original mother to create even more terrifying genetic creatures.

A group of loyal people sacrificed themselves, took the mother parent away from the moon, and placed it in an unknown space on the edge of the solar system.

Then, the mother copy was recovered and fell into Kaur's hands.

Things in Kaul's hands are equivalent to those in Guilliman's hands.

Guilliman naturally also obtained the genetic knowledge in the mother's parent.

Combining his own database with the scientific and technological knowledge of the Golden Age and the knowledge of the Nether Dragon, Guilliman asked his technical priests to create this perfect combat body at this stage.

Atomic level self-healing ability, even if it is blown into molecules, it can be reborn again by virtue of the mutual positioning between atoms.

As long as you have an atom, you can split and recreate a body.

It can be said to be reborn from a drop of blood, immortal.

It must have computing power that can be called bug level, be able to calculate huge data enough to burn the brain in an instant, and simulate the atomic movement of the entire galaxy level.

Even every cell is carefully programmed. In addition to its strong self-healing ability, it can also leverage the power in the universe, unleash terrible energy shocks, and destroy fleets and planets.

More importantly, an upgrade interface is also reserved.

In the future, you can continue to upgrade.

In a sense, this body is the body that humans have always believed that gods would have.

Whatever height human civilization can reach, this body can reach.

Guilliman has long had the idea of ​​creating gods with technology.

When Macragge just woke up, he thought about whether he could use technology to create gods, so as to get rid of the control of the four gods.

Humans are not real subspace creatures, no matter how good their psionic talent is, they are destined to be incomparable to demons.

No matter how good a swimmer is, can he dive with the fish in the water? ?

impossible.

People live in the water.

What do humans compare with fish?

The same goes for the Warp.

Demons live in subspace, what can humans use to compete with other subspace skills.

The real universe is the foundation of human beings, and it is also the strength of human beings.

What Guilliman has to do is to enhance the advantages of reality and narrow the gap with the demons in the subspace.

The perfect body created by technology was placed in the center of the altar, and the collected fragments were also placed inside the altar.

The psychic machine hummed, and the blinking lights were like ghosts screaming in the dark night.

A beam of light shot out from the top of a conical tower-like building, sinking into the dark void, as if guiding some souls back.

Guilliman gazed at the beam, his eyes gleaming with supernatural power, looking through the endless firmament, beyond the darkness of nothingness, into the unspeakable highest heaven.

Those crazy sights are enough to drive any normal person crazy.

However, those things were just uncomfortable for Guilliman.

"My lord, everything is ready." Natas walked up, "The Archangel is lost in the past, and only your will can bring him back."

Guilliman nodded.

He made his way to the great throne.

The Throne sits on a vast, towering platform, several kilometers high.

The whole body is inlaid with silver rune circuits, which contain scientific and technological knowledge from human cutting-edge scientific research institutes and the spirit race.

The platform is composed of cables and pipes that are sending endless energy into its beating mysterious core.

During the priest's prayer, Guilliman stepped onto the dais and sat on the throne.

A shimmering force enveloped Guilliman.

The instrument hummed and made the earth tremble.

"Why? Horus, why did you betray us?"

Sanguinius was full of anger, the long sword and spear in his hand were jumping with electric arcs, his anger was beyond words, he stared at the completely changed Horus in front of him and roared.

"I have gained real power, Sanguinius, you should stand with me, then we will rule the entire universe, overlook the entire human race side by side, and become the supreme gods of mankind." Horus said.

Sanguinius gazed at the completely distorted Horus, his heart filled with pure anger and sorrow.

Horus holds a giant hammer in his left hand, which is taller than a space warrior, and the huge gauntlet in his right hand, with hook-toothed power blades installed on his fingers, and a huge double-barreled bomb on his wrist The gun has a caliber twice as large as that used by ordinary space fighters.

His armor was spiked, and what had once been the Emperor's sigil had become glaring eyes, wet and alive, made of flesh and blood, hosting a twisted warp soul.

The once noble face has been distorted in ecstasy and superiority, crossing the dividing line between humans and demons.

A red halo shone behind his head, which belonged to the power of the devil.

"I will not join you, Horus, for the misery you have brought upon the innocent," said Sanguinius, raising his weapon.

"That's a pity. The Great Crusade is a lie. The Emperor will only bring a horrible and dark future to mankind, bringing a curse that can never be shaken off." Horus smiled, that smile was so ferocious, so cunning, with malice and mockery.

That is definitely not an expression that humans can have, but some kind of terrible creature.

"Your sacrifice is meaningless, your sons will be tortured with eternal wrath, and innocents will die for them, and it's all your fault. The Emperor is not a savior, he's just another liar and tyrant, he will Burn trillions of human souls just to satisfy that eternal hunger, I have seen it, Sanguinius. Humanity will be reduced to dust and history under the hunger of the Emperor."

"Now you are bringing mankind to destruction, not the Emperor." Sanguinius spread his huge wings, and with the spear in his hand flashing lightning, he rushed to Horus to meet his own death.

Horus charged, his custom-built Terminator armor weighing several tons.

But he still easily drove this huge monster, rushing over like a thunderbolt.

The sledgehammer and spear collided, and a shock wave from the highest sky swept out, stirring on the Vengeful Spirit.

Incredible power burned around Sanguinius, and so did Horus.

They reveal their warp nature.

The fight between the two sides was so terrifying.

In the fierce battle, Sanguinius found his opportunity, and his spear pierced the flaw of Horus' armor.

That's where Russ used the spear of Dionysus to severely injure Horus.

That wound belongs to the subspace, and the repair of the real universe does not mean the healing of the wound.

Horus let out a scream.

With the Talon of Horus he pierced Sanguinius, tearing his body apart and breaking his wings.

The power of the four gods destroyed Sanguinius' soul.

The fragments were carried by the ether ocean current and scattered everywhere.

"I am the true Lord of the Galaxy." Horus roared, he pulled out his spear, lifted the dying Sanguinius, and slammed it to the ground again.

The archangel stared at Horus with wide eyes, his consciousness collapsed and he fell into darkness.

At this time, time no longer flows, everything stops at this second, and does not enter the next second.

"The sacrifice that changed history." A voice sounded.

Guilliman stepped out of the darkness, and the squirming darkness receded before him.

No power can hurt him.

"You shouldn't be here." A radiant soul emerged from the fallen Sanguinius.

The figure was very dim, translucent, flickering, flickering, like a portrait projected by a malfunctioning projector.

"I should still be on my way to Terra." Guilliman said with a smile, "Of course, I'm on a battleship instead of a warhorse."

"Such a dull joke is not your style," Sanguinius said.

"Everything will change, just like this universe, and I will grow too." Guilliman said.

Sanguinius looked around, shook his head, and said sadly, "Change is just another way of saying that fate develops. We fought hard, but in the end there was still devastation, and everything returned to the starting point."

"This is how the world develops. If you take three steps, you have to take two steps back. It is unrealistic to keep rushing forward. We created an empire and left some troubles behind, and later people will continue to work hard. Nothing is It can be done that easily." Guilliman said with a smile: "There is no need to be immersed in a momentary failure, nothing is perfect, the road ahead is doomed to be full of bumps, and so is fate, don't overestimate anything, there is no What could determine the future of so many beings."

Sanguinius was not moved by Guilliman's words. He looked at Guilliman and asked word by word: "You still haven't said what you are here for?"

Guilliman approached Sanguinius, staring at the transparent soul, "It's time for us to go back, Sanguinius. We all have unfinished missions. The war between humans and the gods is still not over, and the horn of the end has already Ring, you shouldn't be the one absent."

Sanguinius looked into Guilliman's eyes, which shone with supernatural light and wild ambition.

That kind of ambition he had only seen in the eyes of one man, and that was the Emperor.

When the Emperor descended on Baal, Sanguinius had noticed the mad, doomed all-consuming ambition.

The ambition in Guilliman's eyes is ten thousand times more terrifying than the Emperor, and the entire universe will be terrified and suffocated by it.

It's like a horrible abyss that wants to swallow everything.

The old emperors only wanted to build the webway, to isolate the gods, and to protect mankind from the poison of the warp.

There was murderous intent in Guilliman's eyes.

He wants to kill the gods and become a terrible godslayer.

"You declared war on them?" Sanguinius asked.

"The two cannot coexist, and I am forced to do nothing." Guilliman said, "I seek your help, Sanguinius. In the name of brothers, in the name of all living beings, in the name of the sons of Sanguinius."

"This is a dangerous move. The gods represent madness and chaos. What do you use to defeat them? How many taboos have you triggered?? Alien transactions? Restart ancient technology? Steal the power of the gods? ally?"

As Sanguinius spoke, he looked at Guilliman, looking for answers in his eyes rather than words.

Guilliman did not deny anything, "In order to win, I am willing to do everything, Sanguinius, this is my motto now. For a long time, we have been pursuing civilization, freedom, equality, happiness and other things, but we It must be admitted that these pursuits are not the most important. The most important thing for human beings from beginning to end is survival. Only by living can we have those things. The dead have nothing, and even history will not remember them.”

"My purpose is very pure, that is to kill the gods and everything that hinders the survival of human beings. I can't tolerate the fate of me and human beings being manipulated by others, and I don't like to keep a robber hiding outside the door, restless day and night , Once and for all is the best way. After everything is over, you like to pursue freedom and pursuit of happiness, which has nothing to do with me. Before that, everything must make way for survival."

"Sanguinius, you must come back. The power of the gods is extremely powerful, and no one can say that they will be able to defeat them. I need everyone's help. Only when we are united can we find a way out of many crises." down the road to victory."

"You've become dangerous, Guilliman," Sanguinius said.

"Can a tuskless sheep outwit that vile pack of wolves?" said Guilliman. "Only the tiger can drive out the wolves, and only madness can stop madness. There is only one more cruelty to fear from a heartless executioner." executioner, not a fool preaching love and justice."

Sanguinius fell silent for a moment, then looked up at Guilliman.

"I can go with you, but the evil power of Horus has trapped me here. Before we leave, we have to solve it first." Sanguinius looked at Horus who was in a state of stasis.

"It's a simple matter," Guilliman said.

"He possesses the power of the four gods, and it is difficult to completely destroy him." Sanguinius said.

Time resumed its flow as Horus roared for victory over Sanguinius.

Guilliman flung the Emperor's Sword from his hand in an instant, as fast as thunder.

The afterimage of Horus has no power to resist.

Instantly penetrated the opponent's thick armor.

The scorching flames burned Horus' body clean.

The illusion of darkness was shattered.

Sanguinor, radiating golden light, appeared in front of Guilliman and took away the fragment.

Then disappeared.

Guilliman walked through the shattered illusion of the Vengeful Spirit and onto the battlefield.

The Blood Angels are fighting the demons.

Kabanda, the great demon of Khorne, and Kilis, the great demon of Slaanesh, both tried to entice Sanguinius to join their respective camps, but they were severely rejected.

Guilliman each gave them a sword, and then said the same words, convincing the other fragment to be taken away by the golden Sanguinor.

The soul fragments of Sanguinius are scattered all over the universe, in every battlefield he has ever experienced, throughout his long expeditionary career.

From his death aboard the Vengeful Spirit, to crucial battles.

Guilliman walked over one by one, collecting the fragments.

In the last illusion, it is in the Baal galaxy.

The young Sanguinius migrated with the tribe, walking in the desolate desert, looking for a suitable oasis habitat.

Mutants attacked them.

Relying on numbers and physical advantages.

The mutants quickly slaughtered members of Sanguinius' tribe and fled before reinforcements arrived.

Witnessing the tragic death in front of him.

For the first time, Sanguinius awakens to his foresight and realizes how fragile human existence really is.

Little mutants can kill so many humans.

What about the more formidable foes?

Witnessing the deaths of the tribesmen, Sanguinius' growth became extremely rapid.

He suppressed the vision he saw when he woke up that day, and tried hard to change it.

Unfortunately, everything went as predicted in the past.

He died for his father.

To die for a great cause unfinished.

"Can fate really be changed??" The soul fragment that walked out of the child looked at Guilliman, asked his own question, and then returned to the original body.

Even though it is only a part of the body, their wisdom is equally profound, and they have insight into the operation of all things beyond imagination.

In that unknowable realm of truth, can destiny really be changed? ?

Or is it all just a futile struggle without meaning.

Even if it is against fate itself, it is nothing but the existing arrangement of fate.

By the time Guilliman awoke from his throne, the skies over Dawen had been enveloped in darkness, and the gods didn't want Sanguinius to return just like that.

Daemons poured from the cracks, the void seething with malevolent entities.

The demons are omnipotent, trying their best to invade the human warships.

His men are all fighting and fighting with demons.

Diego, many gray knights, and Sicarius and others are fighting against the demons to prevent them from destroying the machine.

Guilliman glanced at it, then looked away, and walked towards the center of the altar.

The Anglican priest and the mechanical priest respectfully moved out of the way.

"The road has been paved, Sanguinius." Guilliman took off his gauntlet, cut his palm, and the dark red blood gushed out and fell on the strong and powerful body.

Blood has a special magical power.

Blood of Loyalty calls forth the faithful.

In a golden kingdom, Sanguinius, who gathered all the fragments and regained his form, stood in front of a light gate. After passing through this gate, he would be reborn.

Sanguinor stood by his side.

He is the herald of Sanguinius. If Sanguinius returns to the real universe, his mission will be over.

"It's all coming to a moment of final reckoning."

The old man in a gray robe came from the side and stood in front of Sanguinius, his tone was sad and relieved.

He is thin and bony, with scars all over his body, but the power in his body is still as majestic as the sea, capable of destroying all enemies with ease.

Sanguinius stared at the old man, the ability of foresight still existed in his noble soul, allowing him to see the entanglement of the thread of fate. "A new king will be established, and the old king will die. In the final battle, no one can escape."

"I have no complaints." A card appeared in the old man's hand. The golden eagle tore open the poisonous snake's throat, and the poisonous snake's fangs bit the golden eagle: "Everything has an end, even the most powerful Even the king cannot escape death."

"You and I have our own destiny. Someone will bear your burden, and someone will continue to walk your path. Although you die, you will not die." Sanguinius took a step forward, letting the light drown him .

Outside the golden kingdom, the sea of ​​scarlet blood is rolling, and the crazy dark gods are roaring.

Sanguinius felt the endless darkness, and then saw countless lights piercing the darkness.

He opened his eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

The gears of fate have turned.

Who will be the one to sacrifice?

At the last moment, when the sword comes out of its sheath, who will fall down, man or god?

Taking a deep breath, unparalleled power surged through his strong and powerful body.

Moved by his thoughts, a pair of powerful wings carried him high into the sky.

The light circled around his body, weaving into a set of the most advanced nano armor, and he held the sharp spear tightly in his hand.

"I have returned." The archangel uttered a battle cry.

It shakes the entire battlefield and frightens the demons.

He fell like a meteor, hit the ground, and sent countless demons flying.

"Come on, the grievances between me and you are not over yet."

Stone Fortress.

Ryan stood on the bridge and watched an extermination operation with his captives.

Randan survivors live on a dark planet far from the sun.

Ten thousand years ago in the battle of Randan, the emperor opened the labyrinth, which not only severely injured their real bodies, but also made them permanently lose some subspace characteristics.

That battle has made it difficult for them to recover, and the number of races has been difficult to increase.

It can only hide in the void without stars to escape possible pursuit.

Ran Dan is well aware of how much human beings hate them.

Once they find their traces, human beings will bite like mad dogs.

The active members changed their parasitic mode and changed their names, just to accumulate strength and find a way to restore the strength of the race.

Originally, I wanted to use the titanium family to cultivate the Supreme Good Dao, and after combining the Supreme Good Dao, complete the ascension.

The start was simply perfect. In the Far East border, the humans were dizzy at one time, and they were so excited that they wanted to go straight to Huanglong, overthrow Terra, and avenge their past.

Who would have thought that after the Great Rift incident, the Primarchs of the Empire would come out one after another.

The former enemy, Ryan, even tore down the Tau Empire in a few clicks.

Killing them all the way, they threw away their helmets and armor, and fled in embarrassment.

It made many Ran Dan dumbfounded.

The human empire is like a dilapidated fortress, which is about to collapse.

But if anyone really went to kick him twice, a group of big men ran out of the inside immediately and beat the unlucky guy to death with extremely cruel methods.

If time can come back, Ran Dans must choose to stay away from humans and develop in the dark.

After the decisive battle between humans and the gods, they ran out to pick up the fruits.

It's a pity that the long river of time is rushing forward, and it is doomed to be unable to turn back.

"You are an executioner, don't you have a trace of kindness in your heart? You have to completely destroy a race to make you happy." An Sa roared angrily, if it weren't for the two dark angels behind He, he is about to pounce on the lion.

In front of the giant stone fortress, countless battleships are suspended in low-earth orbit, carrying out orbital bombardment of Randan's last refuge.

Flames that soared into the sky emerged from the ground.

Like a blooming garland of flames, it illuminates the dark surface.

Destroys everything within range with breakneck speed.

Those crystal cities shattered in the huge shock wave.

An Sa can feel the echo in the subspace, and hear the screams of the people, full of despair and death.

The dying screams of a race echoed through the warp, lapping like a tsunami against all that was shaped by will in the warp.

Ran Dan died in droves, screaming hatred and fear to the sky.

Millions of beings howled at the same time, and death echoed in the warp, raising a terrible storm.

"If kindness belongs to the enemy, then what should I give to the people I protect?" Ryan looked at the angry An Sa with a smile and said: "The ancestors of mankind have said long ago, treat kind people with kindness, Treat those who kill with killing."

"You destroyed the entire race, don't you have a trace of guilt? Why are you so cruel?" An Sa growled: "Don't you know what a terrible crime you committed?"

"Doing this kind of thing to your own people can be called a crime. We generally call it a merit when doing this kind of thing to the enemy." Ryan said.

An Sa stared at the humans in front of him, "You are ten thousand times more terrifying than demons. They only want soul and flesh and blood, but what you desire is to destroy everything."

"Whatever you say, Ran Dan's death is over, no one will remember you anymore. You are the last survivor, out of kindness, I give you two choices, one is to die here. The other..."

Ryan waved his hand and opened a one-way teleportation light hole.

"You can die on the same planet as your people."

"You will be cursed, lion. One day, you humans will also face an invincible enemy. You will be powerless to destroy your own race. The army will overwhelm the land, the city wall will collapse, and all your brothers and friends will die in battle. At that time, you will taste my bitterness today." An Sa said to the lion before walking into the teleportation light hole.

"That day will never come." said the lion, but the other party had already walked into the light hole and did not hear his words.

Ryan looked at Azrael behind him, "Build a huge teleportation bridge, throw the entire planet into the stars, and completely wipe out all traces of them."

"I see." Azrael nodded, with the current technology of the empire, this can be done, it just takes a little longer.

Ezekiel walked in at this moment, holding a secret order in his hand.

Walking in front of Ryan, he respectfully handed over the secret order.

"My lord, the Imperial Intelligence Agency sent us a message, and they found traces of the suspected Midnight Ghost."

Ryan frowned slightly, "I always thought that guy was dead."

"The Assassins did say that they completed the assassination, but they didn't get the body of Midnight Ghost. Perhaps, he also has the ability to resurrect." Ezekiel said.

"Azrael, you stay and complete the task I just assigned." Ryan looked at Azrael and said, "I want to go and see for myself to see if it is that bastard Kez, if so, I will The idiot got caught in Tyra's kennel. Hope, he saw that too."

Two hours later, several warships left the giant stone fortress fleet and headed for the void.

After sailing tens of thousands of kilometers in the void, it jumped into the subspace and disappeared.