Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Everything in the base is horrifying.

After collecting the evidence, Bruce withdrew from the base.

Use the Batmobile to return to the Justice League headquarters as fast as possible.

The headquarters of the Justice League was built by the former Wayne Group and covers a large area.

A fusion of technologies from Mars, Krypton, Earth and the underwater world.

Built in a special space.

Only members of the Justice League can enter it.

Even if you are anywhere in the world, you can enter the Hall of Justice with a unique badge of justice.

There are many superheroes gathered in the Hall of Justice on weekdays.

The League is not only a place for superheroes to talk about things, but also a place for them to entertain and connect with each other.

Many of the operating expenses of the Justice League are borne by the Wayne Group, so that many heroes have no worries and can work better for the cause of justice.

Today's Hall of Justice gathers a large number of superheroes.

The recent Justice League action has not been very smooth.

With the rise of the Roboute group, their workload dropped dramatically.

There has been a lot less crime everywhere.

In addition, many of them have been questioned by the public because of unnecessary casualties in their actions.

Today's Bruce has no way to use world-class resources and money to solve follow-up problems for various actions of the Justice League as before.

In the past, every action of the Justice League would destroy a large number of buildings, causing huge property losses, and even casualties.

Such a thing is enough to arouse people's dislike for the Justice League, and even question the original intention of the Justice League.

Every time it was Bruce who shot, using the financial resources of the Wayne Group to solve subsequent problems.

Rebuild those buildings and use the media outlets to spread the word about the Justice League's legitimacy.

Otherwise, relying on the doubts of the public, the Justice League is very likely to be unable to sustain itself.

For a long time in the past, people felt that the Justice League was constantly saving mankind.

However, many of the enemies are not aimed at human society, but at the Justice League itself, or at least one of its crew members.

For example, the struggle for the throne of the sea, the grievances of the gods of Olympus, what does such a thing have to do with the general public? ?

In other words, the general public is paying for the Justice League's personal grievances.

If you get to the bottom of it, the public will inevitably feel disgusted with the Justice League.

For this reason, mastering the media propaganda is a crucial thing.

Every time there is a fight, the media promotes it as the Justice League protecting human society.

In fact, if you investigate carefully, it is not true at all.

The Joker's several crimes in Gotham City are all aimed at confronting Batman.

Before Batman appeared in Gotham City, there were very few super criminals.

After the appearance of Batman, the so-called superhero, super criminals continued to appear.

The few mad scientists who fought against Superman also specifically targeted Superman.

Threatening the people is just to coerce the other party to take action.

In other words, the Justice League itself has become one of the sources of turmoil in this world.

Those criminals don't commit crimes for crime's sake, they commit crimes to fight superheroes.

Super criminals don't like a group of monsters wearing masks and tights to carry out the so-called punishment of evil and promote good in the name of justice, and implement the so-called justice.

They tried to create weapons of the same level to fight against those superheroes.

The two sides are like some kind of arms race, constantly upgrading their equipment, until one day, both sides have a super weapon capable of destroying the world.

In the past, some people felt that something was wrong.

The people of all countries are completely coerced into the hands of these superheroes and criminals, and become their tools to show off their justice or accomplish their own goals.

The Justice League possesses various high technologies, but these technologies have never been turned into useful creations and flowed into human society.

Unfortunately, very few people can see clearly.

Their voices are also very small, and they seem a little weak in front of the voice of justice headed by Bruce.

Some people even regard those people as human traitors.

Think they have ghosts in their hearts and are afraid of the Justice League.

Justice League Base, Poison Ivy, Scarab, Cyborg and other superheroes are all here.

They have nothing to do, they can only pass the time in the Hall of Justice, or gather in small groups to discuss the future of the Justice League.

In the near future, the Roboute Group intends to unite various countries to introduce a coalition government deliberation system to make preliminary preparations for the development of space for all mankind.

It is also planned to set up a global joint defense system, establish a special force dedicated to combating super crimes, and protect human civilization from being invaded by alien forces.

If this proposal can be successful, the Justice League has only two options, either to accept the coalition government's incorporation, or to disband.

Once the Roboute Group succeeds, human society will no longer need the Justice League.

The arrival of Batman did not attract too much attention from others.

They are still busy with their own affairs, busy communicating with their small team, or just immersing themselves in pastime and entertainment.

If Batman had come before, he would have been very popular.

But now the Wayne Group is at the end of the road, and it will be replaced by the Roboute Group soon.

How long can Bruce continue to be active as Batman? ?

At that time, they will all be unknown pawns under the rule of Roboute Group.

Only Wonder Woman walked over, twisting her sexy body in battle armor.

This woman, blessed by the gods of Olympus, is extremely beautiful, with a bulging figure.

It is said that it also possesses unimaginable power and can resist a variety of magical and physical attacks.

Has the ability to fly.

It can also easily lift millions of tons of objects, which can be said to be so powerful that it is outrageous.

Except for Superman, Shazam, Superwoman and other super-standard existences, few people can hurt her.

"How's the situation?" Wonder Woman asked.

The rise of Roboute Group not only threatens the existence of the Justice League, but also poses a threat to the gods.

The Emperor's Faith they promote will replace the original Faith of this world.

According to some gossip, the Robout Group refused to allow any religious content not believed by the emperor to enter their online database, saying that it was to maintain some purity.

Such behavior threatened the gods of Olympus.

If they are forgotten by the world, they will disappear.

"I found some evidence that the Roboute Group has a shocking secret behind it." Batman said solemnly: "They are trying to rule the world, and they have also conducted a large number of illegal human experiments, which is likely to create a series of threats. We have to be prepared to deal with it.”

Batman walked to the console of the Justice League base, pulled out a data cable from the Bat armor on his body, and connected it to the computer.

After a bit of manipulation, Batman used the big screen to play what he had captured.

The eyes of many heroes who were originally casual all became dignified.

The severed heads were placed in a liquid made of unknown elements, showing painful distorted expressions.

There are also those reformers in the cultivation tank.

Obviously, this Roboute Group is not as clean as it appears on the surface.

These terrifying things alone are enough to prove that the Roboute Group has sinister intentions.

"In addition to these, there is also a brainwashing device. They call it a steel seal. The purpose is to engrave the same thought in everyone's mind like a steel seal, so that they will be absolutely loyal. Several of them are currently under construction. The project is to build a mind control tower. Obviously, they are trying to control the entire world."

Batman's words made many superheroes feel excited.

The strong rise and performance of the Roboute Group made them suffer criticism recently.

Many people believe that the existence of the Justice League is superfluous.

The most important thing to do now is to promote the transparency of the judicial process, realize the fairness of the social wealth distribution system, find ways to reduce the gap between the rich and the poor, and reduce wars.

Instead of wearing a tight suit and a mask to satisfy the vanity of the self there.

Now, the most widely circulated sentence on the Internet is.

"A righteous hero can defeat the most powerful demons, but he cannot prevent those who are tortured by fate from becoming demons."

The original intention is that what the Justice League does can't solve the root of the problem, and those super criminals will continue to rise from the hotbed of crime.

In the eyes of many superheroes, such remarks are simply blatant slander, without any gratitude.

When you acted chivalrously and righteously, your cheers were very loud.

Now, with a Roboute Group to choose from, you can just pick and choose.

Think this is bad and that is bad.

And eliminate the gap between rich and poor.

People earn more because they have the ability.

Who can blame yourself for being incompetent! !

Batman stared at the many superheroes, and saw the fighting spirit resurfaced on their faces, showing a satisfied smile.

His voice came from the armor's speakers, echoing in the ears of every hero.

"Evidence alone is not enough. We need to do our best to find ways to collect more convincing evidence and dig out their behind-the-scenes. Only in this way can we win the final victory. We must not let such ambitious people rule All of humanity, the Justice League must stop this terrible plot."

Wonder Woman nodded too, she felt something was wrong from the beginning.

This Roboute Group is just perfect.

With advanced technology, it perfectly takes care of the emotions of the people, and is also committed to promoting the development of human civilization.

The gods of Mount Olympus are not fraternal.

Could it be that the person in charge behind the Roboute Group is a saint who does not ask for anything in return but only wants to benefit mankind.

Does such a thing really exist? ?

Things that even God can't do.

How can mortals do it.

It seems that their kindness is really just a disguise.

It's just a disguise for a bigger conspiracy, to control the entire world.

"What should we do?" Poison Ivy asked: "Nowadays, the Robert Group is gaining momentum, and the support rate of people in various countries for it is even more terrifying than the government of the country where it is located. If one is not handled well, we are likely to die Backlashed."

"We will conduct a secret investigation first, and we will take action after we have enough evidence." Batman said: "I have sent messages to Aquaman, Superman, and Flash, and they will come here after a while. We can negotiate a flawless plan. This time, we must bring down each other, and we must not let such an evil careerist rule the world."

Batman clenched his fists and said firmly.

The Justice League will protect humanity as always.

Every evil careerist will be knocked down by the iron fist of justice.

This is the land of nightmares, not bound by time, space, or physical rules.

Fear, despair, hatred, desire and many other emotions of living beings are endowed with evil concrete bodies.

This is the home of the Chaos Gods, and it is also the main battlefield where the gods fight each other for the supreme ruling power.

The Gateway to the Worlds stands in the center of the battlefield.

Portals were born for a peaceful, beautiful purpose.

Those ancient sages sought to unite all universes and make civilization bloom like never before.

Now, it has become the key to hell.

Once the winner is decided, the owner will have the opportunity to control the infinite universe.

Whoever can get it can radiate his influence to the infinite universe.

The realm of the gods is also here.

Just as there is void in the real universe, the world of death, and the world of life are divided.

The domains of the gods are also strictly divided.

Each evil god's domain has a unique landscape.

Tzeentch's realm is based on crystals and transformations.

The realm of Nurgle is dominated by life decay and rebirth.

The realm of Slaanesh is rooted in lust and revelry.

The realm of the blood god is full of violence and war.

Rivers of crimson blood rushed across plains of bones, broken armor, and blades, into huge lakes that looked like blood jade.

The crimson blood sun hangs high above the sky, giving people a desire for bloodthirsty and war.

In the sound of the roaring horns, countless warriors rushed into the battlefield, fighting continuously in the never-ending battlefield.

For the Skull Lord, apart from fighting, everything else is irrelevant.

The edge of the realm is composed of blade-like volcanoes, and the magma gushing out of those unstable mountains is like the blood of the earth, implying that Khorne's wrath will never stop.

The crazy plain is now eerily calm.

Demons, bloodthirsty slaves, and monsters eager to fight all stared at the brass fortress in the distance, their faces horrified and unbelievable.

Two angry roars sounded there.

A voice belongs to the master of this realm, the blood-hungry and war-hungry god Khorne.

The other came from Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters, the blood god's favorite berserker.

Unprecedented chaos broke out in the brass fortress.

Under the eyes of everyone, Angron, who was holding a battle ax, was desperately swinging the battle ax in his hand, slashing at the huge blood god.

Every blow is done with all your strength, and it looks like you won't stop until you kill the opponent.

Angron's red eyes represent that he has been dominated by absolute anger.

The voice that kept appearing in his mind was trying to pull his consciousness back from the abyss of self-destruction.

"My lord."

"My lord."

"My lord."

Angron's shattered soul still echoed the voices of the nineteen Warhound Librarians.

Their voices are like an anchor, protecting Angron's soul from falling to its irreversible fate

The empire only knew that Angron was ascending demons in his former home planet.

Unbeknownst to them, during the Ascension Ceremony, the last Warhounds were still saving their Primarch abandoned by the Emperor.

When they glimpsed Angron's tragic past, they firmly believed that Angron's soul would be redeemed.

These poor Librarians are not part of the World Eaters.

It stems from Angron's hatred of think tanks and psykers.

In every war plan, think tanks have never been included in the selection.

Before the Horus Heresy, the Libraries left behind by the War Dogs could hardly survive.

Unable to plant the Butcher's Nails, hated by the Primarchs, they were marginalized from the Legion.

They are not recognized as World Eaters, only the Warhounds Librarian, not the World Eaters.

Other battle-brothers would flee from their side and spit on the floor in front of them to drive away bad luck.

This was originally a superstitious custom in Angron's homeworld, but it resonated widely throughout the Twelfth Legion.

The discriminated and excluded psykers of the War Dogs huddled in the hall of the think tank, lingering on their last days, barely getting by.

From 500 people, 100 people, 50 people, 20 people, the number is constantly decreasing.

They slowly die, slowly disappearing from the Legion.

They had died alone in the time of the Great Crusade, when brotherhood was prized above all things.

They were never forgotten, but always abandoned.

Legion Apothecaries won't even recycle their precious gene-seeds.

Instead, let them rot with those corpses on the battlefield.

Lest the next generation of warriors be infected with the same psionic curse.

In the end, there were only 19 of them left.

When Lorgar, the Primarch of the Word Bearers, completely defeated them and pulled Angron into the bloodrage pit.

They burned their ego, leaving an indelible mark on Angron's immortal soul.

The think tanks will never allow their genetic father to fall into the abyss of tyranny and blood thirst forever.

But Lorgar's power was so terrible that they were powerless to shake it.

Realized that he could not redeem the gene father, Chief Librarian Vorias, the oldest surviving Librarian of the XII Legion.

Take one last measure.

That is to leave an indelible mark in Angron's soul to protect the last hope.

That engraving will help Angron return to his last sanity and regain control of his body.

When Angron is extremely angry and bloodthirsty, the engraving will be activated, trying to guide Angron's sanity back.

The Librarians, who attempted to save their Primarch, ended up dying in a mental battle with Lorgar.

No one knows their names.

Those traitors disdain to be with them.

Imperial loyalists see them as enemies.

They never begged for glory and medals, and never got them.

Fueled by the Empire and certain warp daemons who eat inside and out.

The souls of the lost gladiators held by Lorgar were collected again.

It was sent to the realm of the blood god by some means.

When Angron saw his former comrades-in-arms and his adoptive father thrown into the arena of the Blood God like dolls.

He was thrown into the arena again and again, fighting with all kinds of bloodthirsty monsters eager to fight.

Unspeakable anger once again overwhelmed all of Angron's sanity.

Every howl was full of grief.

Disordered memories tore apart all seals and kept reappearing in Angron's mind.

He allowed himself to live as a slave.

However, the former gladiator comrades are not allowed to be treated as slaves again.

In the snow-capped mountains of Nuceria, he swore that even if they died, they would die as free men.

In the final battle, they will vent their desire for freedom, anger and disgust towards the nobles.

Angron couldn't forgive himself for not dying in the final battle.

I can't forgive myself for submitting to another tyrant's control again.

He cried out for freedom, but became a slave again.

Even those gladiators were enslaved again and became playthings in the arena.

While alive, they were enslaved by the nobles of Nuceria.

After death, the soul is enslaved by the blood god.

Like a sad joke.

The freedom they once longed for, but they cannot escape the play of fate.

Angron's anger was so strong, with the guilt of the past and the hatred of rebelling against the slave master.

He hates fate.

Why was he born! !

Why was born, but failed to hold on to everything I cherish.

This universe is so disgusting.

Fate gave him the ability to feel and even absorb the pain of others, but let him see the most despicable human nature in this universe.

For this reason, Angron lost his natural ability on the night his adoptive father died.

When he saw the souls of his adoptive father and many partners appearing in the eternal arena again.

The lost abilities reappeared on Angron's body.

Located in the domain of the blood god, all Angron could feel was endless anger.

The entire Brass Fortress was shaken by his rage.

When the blood god sitting high on the brass throne witnessed this scene, he showed a look of satisfaction.

Angron's rage was so pure, so violent, so perfect.

But soon, the Blood God discovered something was wrong.

Angron picked up the ax and slashed towards the brass throne.

The primarch's body was burning like a red sun.

"Tyrant." Angron let out a roar that was too painful to be human, and it contained infinite anger.

At this moment, Angron is the same as when he was standing on Nukelia Snow Mountain.

Roared at the high-ranking nobles who tried to enslave him again.

All the Khorne demons were stunned. Is Angron crazy?

The former Scarboroughlander only dared to chop an ax in the back.

Now Angron is cutting towards the front of the blood god.

Such crazy behavior is unprecedented.

None of the gods of the Spirit Race back then could pick out such an awesome character.

Angron's rage was so pure, his power amplified to the limit.

Each blow was enough to shatter continents and evaporate oceans.

He had fallen into absolute madness.

Caught off guard, the blood god was struck by an axe, and the blade of the ax burning with eternal anger was cut into the shoulder armor.

The blood of God gushes from the gap.

What a terrifying scene.

Countless demons and followers are silent at this moment.

Even the erupting volcano became silent.

The entire Blood God domain ushered in an unprecedented tranquility from the moment it was opened up.

It's like being enchanted with silence.

It wasn't until the blood god's crazy laughter echoed in the bloody air that the eerie silence was broken.

The blood god's wrath is more terrifying than Angron's.

Its eyes fixed on the patron who made him bleed, and with a slap, the battle ax in Angron's hand shattered.

The lasing fragments flew out, killing the unlucky demon in an instant.

With the next blow, Angron was knocked to the ground.

The heavy body hit the solid wall of the brass fortress, making a deafening sound.

Angron got up, and continued to attack the blood god with his flaming fists.

Until he was beaten to the ground again.

The blood god's eyes were burning with infinite anger, and Angron was lifted up with a huge arm, and the other hand clenched his fist and slammed it on the body of the primarch, making him howl in pain.

Angron had no intention of giving in.

He tried to get up, but Khorne stood up from the throne and stepped on his body, grabbing the Butcher's Nail on the back of his head.

Ripped it off violently.

Angron let out a howl of pain.

The vanished Butcher's Nail soon reappeared, appearing on Angron's head.

Endless anger blesses Angron, making him almost indestructible.

Khorne lifted Angron aloft, in full view from the entire realm of demons.

That's what happens when you dare to challenge his dominance.

Angron was thrown out of Khorne's realm.

He let out a mournful growl, in which words such as tyrant were mixed indistinctly.

The heavy body finally fell into an abandoned planet.

The ancient relic buildings were destroyed and a raging fire was ignited.

It's different from Scarbrand's expulsion in the past.

There was no regret in Angron's heart, only more terrible anger.

He came out of the fiery pit, swinging his ax and uttering terrible roars.

The terrible anger distorts the space structure.

He uttered an even more terrifying roar towards the deserted desert.

However, there is no life here.

Apart from Angron's roar, there was only violent wind and sand.

Standing on the walls of Terra's palace, Guilliman gazed at the city in the distance.

Everywhere he looked, there were countless towering buildings stretching all the way to the horizon.

As far as the eye can see, there is only everything shaped by human beings.

The traffic flows through the building in layers, as dense as fish schools in the deep sea.

"One more." Guilliman got the news that Angron was expelled from the domain of Khorne.

The uproar caused by Angron being thrown out of the field was so great that it was hard not to be noticed.

Corax, who established a subspace intelligence network for him, gave him the news immediately.

Guilliman communicated with Sanguinius and Lion, telling them to put their respective trophies together and hand them over to a Primarch to bring back to Terra, while the others went to Angron's fallen planet and brought Angron back to Terra. Bring that madman back.

"Alpha!" Guilliman whispered the name of the last legion.

The Alpha Legion had two Primarchs.

One was killed by Dorn, and the other was killed by himself.

But Guilliman was still a little worried.

Ferrus can be revived.

There's no reason the two Alpha Primarchs couldn't be resurrected.

If this is the case, only two Primarchs of the Alpha Legion are needed to complete the mission.

But there has been no news about these two guys.

It is really troublesome to start the third stage.

Footsteps came.

Mathieu, dressed in monk's robes, approached.

He is now Guilliman's war apostle, and he is also Guilliman's speaker in the state religion, specializing in spreading Guilliman's modified teachings, forming an absolute orthodoxy.

"My lord." Mathieu saluted Guilliman.

Guilliman nodded, "What's the matter??"

"After calculation, the Gray Knights, the Tribunal, and many officials of the State Church feel that holding your enthronement ceremony on the Emperor's birthday is the best thing. There are still a few months to go, relying on the empire's current warp space navigation The speed is enough for the return of the Primarchs."

Hearing Mathieu's words, Guilliman felt a little twitching in his heart.

It feels like a point of no return.

The Mechanical Throne has been established, and now it is the new Lord of Humanity.

It feels more and more like the Emperor's situation.

If there was another crisis, he wouldn't just sit on it like that.

The Emperor sat on the throne of gold, Khorne sat on the throne of brass, and himself followed suit.

Thinking of this, Guilliman felt a little messy inside.

In the matter of becoming the master of mankind, Guilliman refused in his heart.

If there are no four gods, Guilliman will take office immediately and build a harem the size of a planet.

There were three thousand concubines in the harem of ancient emperors.

Guilliman has a concubine of 300 million, and the entire planet is a harem.

What is arrogance, this is arrogance.

The ancient harem was simply petty.

But there are four gods in this universe.

The position of the Lord of Humanity is not a blessing, but a proper pit.

But now, Guilliman deserves to be wronged.

Either all previous efforts are wasted, or all the way to the dark.

For the former, the gods will never let him die because he has drawn so much hatred.

The identity of the imperial regent can no longer grasp the huge empire.

The return of many Primarchs is a huge challenge to Guilliman's absolute dominance.

If only Guilliman returns, it doesn't really matter if he takes the throne or not.

Empire, whatever he says it is.

Nobody is bigger than him.

But now, the loyal Primarch has returned.

Guilliman was originally just one of the Primarchs.

Even the other Primarchs felt that Guilliman should follow suit.

But the people below don't think that way.

This is the original body, and that is also the original body, and whoever orders it is the order of the original body.

In addition to the fact that the authority will be greatly weakened, if Guilliman takes the throne, there will be another important factor.

That is the pit left by him and Kaur, which has to be filled with the identity of the Lord of Humanity.

Today's original cast warriors use various organs bred by human purebred genes. The gene seeds and the characteristics of each original body are actually simulated by Guilliman's heart.

There is actually no relationship between those Primaris warriors and the various Primarchs.

This secret is known only to Call and Guilliman.

But as time goes by, someone is bound to see the problem.

This problem must also be resolved.

At the beginning, it was only to launch the sacred scriptures, split up the major legions, and avoid the recurrence of the Horus rebellion, so the second turmoil almost broke out.

This time, even the child belongs to someone else.

One can imagine the consequences.

"Then let's do that. During the emperor's birthday celebration, hold a ceremony." Guilliman nodded, without revealing the complicated emotions in his heart.

Since there is no way to escape this matter, it can only be accepted calmly.

Many Primarchs agreed, and none of the departments objected.

In such a good situation, it would be really stupid not to grasp the position and title of the highest power in the empire and put yourself in the active position.

Even if it is possible to sit on the Mechanical Throne in the future, that is a matter of the future.

"Understood. I will convey your order, my lord, no, Your Majesty." Mathieu said respectfully with a smile on his face.

In this regard, Mathieu did not mean any objection.

He knew it was the will of the Emperor.

His most eminent Son will accomplish what He failed to accomplish on earth.

The Emperor would be the god of the heavenly realms, and Guilliman would be the god of the mortal realms.

It's perfect harmony.

Guilliman watched Mathieu's performance, turned around and continued to stare at the huge city of Terra.

By this time, generations had passed since he defeated Angron.

Many things have changed.

"Don't call me your majesty's vocabulary," Guilliman said. "I'm still a few months away from my coronation, and I don't want people to think that I can't wait to take the throne."

"Everyone is looking forward to that day, Your Majesty, if it can come sooner, people will cheer and be excited about it, so how can they have any opinions?" Mathieu said with a smile: "You are the emperor's last The great son will also be His perfect successor, and mankind will surely go to endless glory under your leadership."

Hearing such flattery, Guilliman did not smile much.

"Every time I see this city, it makes me very sad. When I first came here, it was full of decadence and despair. Those grotesque Gothic buildings reminded me all the time how big this galaxy is. despair."

"Now, people think it's full of rationality and technological splendor, and they think it will be in the future. It's like they thought the universe was nothing but despair before I woke up."

"All the changes are so sudden, beyond people's guesses about fate. I wonder how long this prosperity can last. Even if the gods are defeated, whether we will meet the next more terrifying enemy."

"Under your leadership, nothing is invincible." Mathieu said.

"We also said this to the Emperor 10,000 years ago." Guilliman said, watching the floating traffic like a school of fish, "Everything is reincarnated."

"What do you mean? I don't understand." Mathieu said: "Are you afraid that there will be another Horus rebellion?"

Guilliman did not speak.

It can be regarded as acquiescing to Mathieu's words.

"Horus is dead, he was completely destroyed by the emperor." Mathieu said: "His soul has completely disappeared, and there is no possibility of resurrection."

"Horus is just a symbol. As the empire stands, people like Horus will continue to appear, learn the lessons of their failed predecessors, and want to destroy the human empire time and time again." Guilliman said.

"No, no one can defeat you." Mathieu said, "Your strength is so powerful, even a god, it is absolutely impossible to defeat you."

"I hope so," Guilliman said.

At this time, a message popped up.

From the Kaur guy.

"Your Majesty." Kaur also imitated Mathieu and called Guilliman His Majesty.

Guilliman frowned slightly, "I suggest you delay this title a little bit."

"This is an established fact. The entire empire is waiting for your enthronement ceremony. The Mechanical Throne will be completed before you ascend the throne. Perhaps this will be the first thing you will give to the Human Empire after you become the lord of mankind. Gift." Kaur said: "The relevant parts have been tested and overhauled, and there is no problem."

"It's done very well." Guilliman said: "Don't take it lightly, the Mechanical Throne is of great importance, and any mistakes will bring the empire to collapse."

"Everyone on Mars will keep His Majesty's instruction in mind, and there will be no problems with the Mechanical Throne." Kaul cut off the communication after leaving these words.

Guilliman: "."

"I still have my own business." Mathieu saluted again.

Guilliman waved his hand, beckoning him to leave quickly.

Mathieu turned and left, leaving Guilliman alone.

Guilliman stared at his system panel.

Thinking about his mission in the third stage, he felt that it was necessary to find some unusual means to find the two Primarchs of the Alpha Legion.

To complete the third phase of the mission in the shortest possible time, unlock the database.

Once there is a full-scale war with the gods, it must be strong enough.

Even to eliminate the space undead, one must master the technology of time.

Otherwise, if the other party keeps backtracking, it's still a mess.

Inside the Holy Blood Hall of the Holy Blood.

"Bastard, you should have told me," Seth growled at Dante.

Since the Battle of Prospero, the Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers has been trying to get Dante to give him a reasonable explanation.

If he tells the news of the resurrection of the archangel.

Then he will never lose face in front of the archangel.

"I asked you, and you said that you will not regret what happened." Dante stared at Seth, and helped him recall what happened before the war word by word, "It is you who must enter the Raid Magnus Adams' team."

"That's because you didn't tell me about the resurrection of the archangel." Seth roared in a low voice.

"This is what the Archangel asked to keep secret." Dante said: "The matter of capturing Magnus is above all else. Don't forget, I once told you that your so-called glorious death will not be obtained by the Archangel." Appreciate, but you have to go your own way. Who do you think you are against? Guilliman is the blood brother of the Archangel, the most outstanding son of the Emperor, and the future master of mankind."

"What kind of arrogance is it that makes you question a great man who once saved the empire? You don't understand the kindness of the archangel at all. In your narrow eyes, only eternal anger and blood thirst are holy blood heirs of the

"But I have never read the ancient books that record history. The Archangel has always hoped that we can get rid of that curse and become a real warrior. You regard the dross as a tradition, and dare to question a man who brought the empire out of the abyss." Great man. This matter is your fault from beginning to end, I really don't know why you have the courage to question me."

Dante's words left Seth speechless, and the original anger seemed to be wiped out.

I opened my mouth several times, but in the end I was still speechless.

A crisp sound sounded.

The captain's voice came from the floating cherub.

"My lord, the Archangel is going to summon his heir, please go to the Holy Blood Hall, where he is waiting for you."

The words are concise.

After speaking, the communication was cut off.

"Reflect on your own mistakes, and don't be ashamed in front of the archangel." After Dante finished speaking, he turned and left, heading to his genetic father.