Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

It is difficult to find words from the vocabulary of human beings to describe what Teresa saw at this time.

Such things should not exist in the real universe.

Instead, it should be cast aside forever in an unknown dark corner.

Humanity's worst nightmare is hardly comparable to what Teresa saw at this time.

Monsters are slightly taller than normal humans.

The lower body is slender and beautiful legs like a cone, slender and perfectly shaped, wearing black stockings that seduce men.

The only downside is that the skin has been peeled off and blood seeps from it.

Wearing a pair of red boots with iron spikes on his feet, they were as bright as blood, and he didn't know if they were stained with blood, or they were so red in the first place.

The sharp edges of the boots scraped against those legs with every step.

The skin on the upper body has also been stripped.

There are malicious eyes and whispering mouths in the wriggling flesh and blood, which are all over the body, making people feel a kind of intensive phobia.

Inside the mouth is a tube-shaped tongue and densely packed sharp teeth.

What was even more frightening was that it carried a thorn-shaped cross on its back, and the arms and body were bound with bladed wire, and the sharp blade cut directly into the body.

Bright red blood flowed from the tormented body and dripped on the ground.

There was pleasure and contentment in that twisted, eerie, elongated face.

It was immersed in the pain of tormenting itself, and let out a weird and terrifying laugh.

Behind the monster is a scene like hell.

The prayer room was hung with naked corpses.

They were skinned and imprisoned on crosses of thorns.

The corpse was still writhing in pain, as if the soul was imprisoned in it, unable to get out.

"You will enjoy joy in the kingdom of the gods until the moment when the universe is destroyed." The monster walked towards these warriors who claimed to be righteous and fought for the future of mankind step by step, and said in human language: "This is right Your reward, mortals."

Teresa was speechless, she was screaming uncontrollably.

Fear made her cry uncontrollably.

She wanted to turn around and run away.

But her brain could no longer control her legs, and every cell in her body broke free from the control of her brain in fear.

The same is true of Teresa's former comrades-in-arms.

They were all paralyzed with fright.

Survival instincts allowed them to escape quickly, but their legs were no longer in control.

"What a wonderful thing it is," said the man beside him, with a thin smile on his face, "reveling until the end of time in sweet indulgence, no pain, only joy."

"No!" Teresa looked at the man. Being ignorant, she once thought that the man was an upright and kind traveler. When the truth was stripped away, the struggle in the man's mouth was nothing but lies.

He is the messenger of those monsters.

The truth of the gods is so terrible.

Even just glimpsing a corner of it is enough to drive ordinary people crazy.

How ridiculous the remarks of those ignorant scholars are.

They pride themselves on rationality, believing that the harsh laws of the Empire and hostility to Chaos are the means used by the rulers to maintain their rule.

They boasted and asked the empire to show evidence that Chaos persecuted human beings.

The less brutal pictures were scorned by them.

To video, to record, to see with your own eyes.

Teresa realized at this moment how lucky those guys were to be executed by the Empire.

If they fall into the hands of Chaos who is thinking about them, I am afraid that their screams will be enough to make their ears lose their hearing.

The man looked at Teresa's expression of fear, shook his head, and said in a mocking tone: "You used to think that humans and gods should live in harmony, didn't you? Why are you resisting now? Don't you yearn for the truth? Yet?"

Teresa said tremblingly: "It's not what I hoped, how could it be an angel? It's just a monster."

"Your short-sightedness makes me feel sad, Teresa." The man said, "This is an external manifestation of the divine. Don't look at them with the pedantic human point of view."

The monster born in the most terrifying nightmare stretched out its tentacles from its body, entangled Teresa and the others, and dragged it slowly into the prayer room.

The crosses of thorns within were not yet filled, and it required these mortals who longed for the protection of the gods to fill each cross, to please the great Prince of Pleasure with their screams and cries.

The strength of the tentacles is extremely powerful, no matter how Teresa and others struggle, it will not help.

Someone grabbed the ground with claws, leaving nothing but blood on the ground.

The door was slowly closed, isolating Teresa and the others from screaming.

The man shook his head, turned and left.

Teresa will not die.

She will know what pleasure is in the torment that destroys soul and body, and enjoy it.

Of course, it will take hundreds of years to feel it.

The demons are very patient with this

To the creatures of the Warp with their eternal life, time is of no concern.

Getting those souls to scream is all that matters.

The welcome ceremony was prepared early.

People eagerly await the return of the Imperial Regent.

Everyone in the guard of honor stared at the starry sky, waiting for the Queen of Glory, which belonged to the Regent of the Empire.

The airport has been cleared out.

Flowers covered the avenue.

Priests, with their large numbers of worshipers, waited for the signal that the moment the Imperial Regent set foot on Terra, they would burst into song.

The salute has been filled.

The majestic fleet of battleships hovers in low-Earth orbit on Terra, adding majestic military might to the Imperial Regent's ceremony.

The imperial army had already lined up at the gate of the palace, waiting for the return of the Primarch.

It has been a long time since Guilliman left.

Many of the people who saw him last time fell under the power of time, grew old, and even finished their journey of life.

The galaxy is so vast.

An expedition can easily last for a century or two, and ordinary people simply cannot bear such a long passage of time.

Guilliman's speed is considered very fast.

However, it still took him a lot of time to pull the entire empire back from the abyss of destruction and establish a new order so that human civilization can develop healthily.

The Glory of Macragge where Guilliman was on was heading towards Terra at this time, and if nothing unexpected happened, he would set foot on the land of Terra today.

However, Guilliman did not attach much importance to this grand ceremony.

The ceremony is just to let ordinary people see hope and let them understand that human civilization has never been defeated.

At this time, Guilliman was staying in the secret meeting room.

Kaur is reporting to him various construction achievements.

Everything conceived in Macragge in the past has now been realized, or is on the way to be realized.

Many reforms and plans have already entered the right track and have been put on the table for implementation.

Rogal Dorn is repairing the webway left by the Eldar and the Old Ones in the Beta Garmon system.

When those abandoned Eldar cities were repaired, Guilliman instructed Dorne to build a fortress belonging to humans.

Cultivate as strong as you can.

It is necessary to build a high wall, so as to block the wolves, tigers, and leopards of the subspace, and block the minions of the gods.

The networkway plan at this stage mainly focuses on repairing those abandoned networkways.

Wait until the number of network lanes under control is large enough to meet the needs of the empire, and then find a way to build new network lanes.

This risk factor is the lowest.

Even if there is a crisis, it can be remedied in time with the help of the Spirit Race.

After all, the fall of the Spirit Race Empire in the past also led to the invasion of the Spirit Race's webway, but they survived that crisis safely and have rich experience.

There will be no such thing as the emperor sitting on the golden throne in the past to plug the gap.

What you want is stability.

Going fast and relentless will not work.

It is necessary to play steadily and manage the basic market well.

Strive to be the one who laughs last, not the one who laughs the loudest.

The military industry reform of the empire has also been fully launched.

In the past, Terra and Mars were allies, and the person who shared their allegiance was the Emperor.

With the Emperor silent, the Mechanicum has a great deal of autonomy.

They have the right to choose not to obey Terra's orders.

If the imperial troops want to obtain new equipment, the procedures are very complicated.

It is not uncommon for it to take hundreds of years from application to official production and delivery to the army for assembly.

Such a speed is too inefficient to deal with the endless threats in the universe.

After the reform of the military industry, the original alliance relationship was redefined.

Many departments related to science and technology, armaments, and industrial products will assign part of their management positions to the Mechanic School, and the Foundry World will be included in the empire's management system, which connects demand and production, optimizes the complicated procedures of equipment installation, and improves administrative efficiency.

In addition, the de-originalization genetic project, the Lighthouse Project, and the Altered Universe Project have all been launched.

Guilliman read the data transmitted to his database, reviewed the completion factor of each plan, and showed a satisfied expression.

Not to mention anything else, just the current level of education in the empire makes him feel very good.

The education popularization rate in Ultramar has reached 98%.

This popularization refers to completing basic subjects, being able to recognize and understand documents written in the common script of the empire, having a certain understanding of the universe, and being able to master and operate smart devices.

Other areas are slightly slower.

But the progress is also very gratifying.

With a little more time, we can complete the popularization of basic education.

Learn more scientific knowledge, and firmly follow the line of materialism with imperial characteristics.

Don't study ghosts and monsters in the subspace.

Strictly grasp the ideological education construction of the new generation of the empire, reduce ignorance and ignorance, and let people know the dangers of taking refuge in chaos, so as to get on the right track.

The rectification of the media has also been relatively successful. The empire has established several general-purpose media organizations to guide public opinion.

Advertise the dangers of organizations and cults that serve Chaos.

The daily work is to publicize the various harms brought by chaos, and even the discord between husband and wife in the neighbor's house is caused by chaos.

Previously, a group of scholars criticized the manipulation of public opinion by the empire, arguing that the empire would do anything to fool the people.

Of course, this group of people was directly ordered to be investigated by the Prime Minister of the Empire.

By the way, many academic organizations that have linked interests have also been pulled out.

The fate of these people is naturally the punishment battalion and the machine servant.

The number of dispatches of the court during this period is not rare.

There is evil to sweep away evil, and there is no evil to eliminate evil.

The empire is now a dictatorial democracy.

The governor inside the planet is elected by the local residents.

On this point, Guilliman was very relaxed and let them choose whoever they thought could represent their interests.

In a sense, the functions of the planetary governors today are completely different from those of the previous planetary governors.

The empire's military, economy, and industry are all in Terra's hands.

The function of the current planetary governor is to convey the demands of the planet's residents to the empire. Compared with the past, the power has been weakened a lot. What's more, the Imperial Tribunal serves as a supervisory agency, which greatly reduces the phenomenon of power linkage.

Tithes for each planet have also been overhauled.

In the past, the Imperial Taxation Department simply and rudely sent tax ships to collect.

Trade organizations such as the Imperial Chamber of Commerce are now used for implicit collection.

Weakened people's aversion to imperial taxation.

At the same time, it uses the means of commercial economy to levy more on rich planets and less on poor planets, and tilt resources to support the development of those backward planets.

The cooperation between the Inquisitor and the State Church has become closer and closer.

Any non-Emperor religion is legally outlawed and forbidden.

Those organizers were tried in public and even executed directly.

Such cleaning behavior effectively reduces the situation of Chaos invasion.

Without the zealots opening the door for demons, it is very difficult for demons to enter the physical universe.

Under multiple measures, except for those worlds that are still on the edge of the Great Rift and are still plagued by demons, other worlds can basically remain stable.

"Everything is done very well." After reading the data, Guilliman stared at Kaul and smiled.

Kaur was not moved by Guilliman's compliment.

In his body, most of the human sensibility has already disappeared along with the flesh and blood.

Residual emotions, like those necessary flesh and blood, are just remnants of the past.

A mechanical tentacle of Kaul slides in the air, and the projection interface appears with his movements.

A huge, magnificent mechanical building appeared in front of Guilliman.

"Now, the most important thing for us is to create a device to control the subspace firewall. The relevant parts are already in production, and we only need to assemble them."

It took Guilliman a few seconds to read through the huge amount of design drawings and data.

The huge mechanical equipment comparable to the Himalayas is just the console of the subspace firewall.

On top of the machinery, Kaur has thoughtfully designed a throne for Guilliman.

Used to channel his power to protect the Warp Firewall.

In subspace, will is king.

The firewall is to forge human will into a wall to block the damage of the subspace evil god.

Now the lighthouses built in various parts of the empire, many high-level empires know that in addition to guiding the direction and coordinates of subspace ships, there is also a function that can leverage the power of the emperor with the help of faith, and provide a powerful tool for all regions to fight against demons. arms.

However, known only to Guilliman and Cawl, these lighthouses also had an unknown function.

That is the node that acts as the firewall of the warp.

These lighthouses can radiate Guilliman's will to various planets, and then unite the will of mankind to establish a subspace firewall and form a subspace area network independent of the realm of the gods.

Only those deemed capable of withstanding external crises were allowed to travel beyond the regional network into the greater Warp.

The mechanical device Kaul showed to Guilliman is the master switch, which is also the machine that transmits Guilliman's will.

This plan is the most secretive.

With the help of the shell of the secret Lighthouse Project, it was promoted. It can be said that several layers of shells were put on. Not to mention that the enemy did not know, the entire empire was kept in the dark by the two.

With this thing, the human empire is truly unified.

The previous unity was only physical.

This machine can unify every soul in the entire human civilization, and in that case, it will have enough power to protect itself.

"Can you change the design?" Guilliman looked at Kaul and asked, "It doesn't need to be designed as a throne."

The last one who sat on the throne has not come down yet! !

Now you want me to sit again? ?

"This is the design that best suits your identity, my lord. Don't you want to stand on the machine? Let's maintain the firewall. Although you don't need to guard this machine all the time, sometimes it takes a long time to debug .If there is no throne, you have to stand on it. It looks stupid and does not fit your status." Kaur said: "You don't have to worry about what happened in the past of the emperor. This mechanical device has an emergency mode, and Its mission is simply to allow your will to control the entire firewall, to lead the will of men against the terrible tides of the Warp. If the inevitable crisis should occur, the priority of this machine is to ensure your safety."

"I know." Guilliman said lightly, "I'm not worried about this. Such an important device is designed as a throne, and I still sit on it. Those opponents must have other ideas."

Guilliman thought he might as well change it.

Sitting on the throne always feels a little insecure.

For another.

Kaul froze for a moment, staring at Guilliman, wondering if he was testing himself or really didn't know.

The Marshal of the Forbidden Army made public his platform, declaring that the Forbidden Army, under the order of the Emperor, will accept the original casting upgrade and embrace a new era.

For this reason, the voices of the entire empire supporting the Primarch have completely overwhelmed the previous royalists.

Doesn't this mean something? ?

It's just a matter of finding a good day to ascend the throne.

The one at the top even delivered his Custodian troops to Guilliman's hands, but he just didn't jump up and shout, "Give way."

After thinking for a moment, Kaul thought that this might be because the Primarch had considered too thoroughly.

Concerned that he has not officially ascended the throne, he is afraid that others will have opinions on this, which will affect the stability of the empire.

"The design of the throne is indispensable. If it is designed otherwise, it is not in line with your identity. What's more, even if it is to debug the machine, my lord, you may have to continue to deal with government affairs. As for other people's opinions, I suggest that the regent need not Don't worry, your identity is already doomed, and those people can't change anything."

Kaur took a rare tactful tone.

Guilliman stared at the design of the throne at the top and thought about it for a long time. There really was no other design that could match his status.

Designing it as a sleeping cabin is a bit too much for his image.

If you stand, then you will stand for a few days at a time, and you will look like a big fool.

Designed as a throne, just sit on it.

Powerful and domineering, it can also show his majesty.

It really is the best design.

"Okay, let's design it like this." Guilliman finally chose to compromise.

But this is only temporary.

As long as you get the knowledge database of the third stage, use the advanced knowledge in it, and redesign it.

Something happened today, and my mentality exploded in an instant.

Send out five thousand and one chapters in advance, and see if I can write another chapter at night.