Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"Father."

"Father."

"Father."

Several Primarchs spoke one after another.

There was sadness and pain in their eyes.

Tears welled up on the noble face.

Sanguinius knew well that the Emperor's time would come to an end.

Before he was actually resurrected, he already knew about this matter.

Humanity must not repeat the horrors of the Fall of the Eldar.

The emperor cannot become the so-called god emperor, cannot become a god.

Otherwise, the hungry new god will absolutely devour every human soul, just like Slaanesh and the Eldar.

Upon death, their souls fall into the hands of Slaanesh.

If the Emperor becomes a god, so is the fate of mankind.

God is never a good thing.

These so-called gods never brought anything to mortals except suffering and torment.

People are born lucky, why do they have to go through all kinds of so-called trials and tortures to prove themselves? ?

Don't glorify suffering just because you can't get rid of it.

Sanguinius knew what was wrong, and he knew what the Emperor was planning.

But when he watched this once proud and arrogant man die on the golden throne like this, it still made him extremely painful.

Chagatai, the wild man, also shed tears.

He had loathed the Emperor's deceit and fooling, but the truth of the Warp dispelled all that.

He can't demand too much from a man who fights against a strong enemy.

Ten thousand years of exile made him realize the hardships of the emperor, and how difficult it is to fight against the gods.

Re-examining the past, he admired the emperor's courage and determination, and admired the emperor's daring to declare war on the gods.

The strong declare war on the stronger.

Only cowards will show off their power in front of the weak.

Lion, Lord of Caliban, remained silent, watching the Emperor with grief.

Only those who stick to the secrets can empathize with what the Emperor has carried.

Only those who have kept their fighting spirit in the face of the greatest horrors of the Warp will realize how great the Emperor really is.

Throughout the past and present, who can surpass Him in courage and strategy.

Those so-called eternal emperors that have appeared in human history are undoubtedly a joke in front of Him.

Draw your sword and look around, and make an enemy of God.

Just this one move has surpassed countless people.

He took the first step against God before Guilliman could take the second step.

Vulkan, Russ and the others were all filled with grief.

At this moment, without their usual fortitude, they wept for the Emperor's imminent departure.

The Emperor's eyes swept across the crowd one by one, and finally set his eyes on Guilliman, who was in a state of desperation, showing a smile, the expression of relief when he saw someone succeeding in his career.

"Poor and stupid Horus used the power of the Chaos Gods to permanently damage my body, which means that I can never be resurrected as a human being. Alpharius' actions destroyed this broken body, My soul power will break free from the shackles of the real universe, my last will will dissipate, and a new will will take my place."

"The people in Alpharius took a dark and bloody path. They tried their best to make me a god, but they didn't know whether a mortal could become a god. If you want to become a god, you must give up the part that belongs to a mortal. "

"Father, we can definitely find a way to help you," Ruth said.

The Emperor shook his head, "It's meaningless, Russ. Horus' attack is not only aimed at the body, but also about special dimensions such as fate. The gods have made a plan from the beginning, and they will I was removed from the real universe forever. I paid the price and used the Golden Throne as a support to anchor the real universe for 10,000 years, and now it is time to end."

"Lord of Caliban," the Emperor said softly, looking at his eldest son.

Ryan is the Primarch most like him, and was once his most proud assistant.

The Emperor once considered handing over the position of Warmaster to Ryan.

But he also knew that Ryan didn't care about such a vain honor, and it was the most cost-effective thing to give it to Horus.

If there were no subsequent rebellion incidents, then this arrangement would undoubtedly be the most perfect.

"Father." Ryan's voice was choked with pain.

"I am very clear that you have more opinions than other brothers, and you are the one who is most like me. But you must be loyal to your brother, Guilliman. Only when you are united can you win the final victory." The emperor watched Ryan, "Make an unbreakable oath in front of me, swear that you will always be loyal to your brother, and never point your sword at him."

The Emperor was weakened to the extreme, and the terrible oppression of the past had disappeared.

At this moment, he is like an old man whose life is about to come to an end, extremely weak.

The eyes that are about to dim are filled with eager anticipation.

He is well aware of Lion's potential, and that the Lord of Caliban holds the secrets of Chaos.

Unable to refuse the Emperor's request, Lion took an oath, swearing eternal allegiance to Guilliman as his knight and sword.

The Emperor listened to Lion's oath, and nodded when he had finished.

Then, He looked at the Primarchs and asked them to swear in turn.

There must be no repeat of the Horus Heresy.

Never give in to chaos.

You must also never surrender to evil gods.

Brothers must not fight among themselves.

Always be loyal.

Always put the interests of humanity first.

Always keep your vows.

"There are countless crises in the universe, and there is still an extremely vast space beyond the heavens. The vastness of it cannot be imagined with the human mind. The future of mankind is limitless. You brothers need to unite as one, and do not let the chaotic world-destroyer to destroy mankind."

"My departure is not the end. The expedition to save mankind has just begun. Countless worlds are waiting for your salvation. My sons, stay loyal and stay vigilant. Your future is beyond my imagination."

After the emperor said this sentence, he became even weaker.

Feather-like psionic light wings escaped from the broken body.

His breath became weaker and weaker, and his life was like the last red glow in the evening.

The darkness has slowly gathered, ready to erode the last red glow.

That piece of red glow will soon be overwhelmed by darkness, and in the end there will be nothing left.

"Your rescue work is meaningless, and this is what I said to you. You go away first, and leave some time for me to talk to the new lord of mankind." The emperor said to his loyal guards and sons Said.

Valanor was unwilling to leave, but the Emperor's will could not be denied.

In the end they all had to leave the throne room, leaving only Guilliman and the Emperor.

When the last man had left the throne room, Guilliman gazed at the Emperor, his eyes grave and sad.

"You can obviously stop him. You just need to give the imperial guards a little hint, and Alpharius won't be able to get close to you. Why do you do this? Why do you want to seek destruction yourself? Just give me a chance, and I can I have full confidence in resurrecting you."

Guilliman could feel the terrifying abyss-like power in the Emperor's body.

Countless wills howled in it.

They were all suppressed by the Emperor alone.

Immediately after losing his body, that terrible force could have swallowed the Emperor's ego, and made all will become one.

Without the Emperor, that meant no more buffers.

Guilliman had to face those terrifying evil gods head on.

That's something he'd never wanted to do.

It is not so easy to fight against God.

A light sentence represents countless sacrifices.

Only the blood and bones of countless heroes can pave the way to victory.

"It doesn't make sense to stop him. Someone has to do this step. Except for Alpharius, I can't imagine anyone else who can bear such a mission. I must die, you know? Otherwise, it will be a disaster for mankind." The emperor watched Guilliman said, "The battle 10,000 years ago has destroyed this immortal body. This damage is irreversible. It is manifested in higher dimensions, manifested in the soul, manifested in the fate and time. Among them, the power of the gods is beyond your imagination."

"But you are an immortal, you can be resurrected again." Guilliman said in a deep voice, "I can find a way to guard the golden throne and buy you time to resurrect."

"Life and death are not that simple. The gods cut off my lifeline and tried to erase me from the real universe. Even if I can be resurrected, it will take an extremely long time. Without my support, the seal of the webway will not exist. There is no way to support it for such a long time. More importantly, during these ten thousand years, the faith of mortals has created my divinity. Once I die and resurrect, it must be dominated by divinity. In that case, the future brought to mankind It is an unprecedented disaster, and I will incarnate as the end of mankind."

"Now is the best time. You already have the power to fight against the Chaos army in the webway, and my humanity can still dominate. If you continue to delay, the situation will become bad. I will help you before leaving You do the last thing, Guilliman, help you suppress the influence of the gods on the real universe again, and then I will throw my humanity and divinity to the heavens and universe, so that the day when the god emperor will never be born .”

Guilliman stared at the Emperor, and after a moment of silence he said, "Then can you still be resurrected?"

"Death is not the end, but the beginning." The Emperor said: "It is fusion, it is rebirth. Just like yourself, Thirteenth's soul was broken, and the fragments of another soul complemented him and made him what he is now You. You are the lost soul, also number thirteen, the old you and number thirteen are both dead, but your union gave birth to a new existence, which is now you, a new human salvation By."

Guilliman knew that the Emperor was aware of his identity as a time traveler, so he was not very shocked by what the other party said.

"I thought you were going to reveal my secret."

"The fusion of souls is no secret," said the Emperor. "I have discovered this when I wandered in the depths of the warp, seeking power against the gods. The different universes are like bubbles in the ocean of the warp. , the life inside travels through the subspace, which is nothing to those powerful civilizations. Just like the shuttle between the stars, if human beings have not entered the industrial age and have an accurate understanding of the starry sky, there must be no way It was done, and traveling through the starry sky was once considered something that only gods could do."

Hearing this, Guilliman sighed.

Faced with such a truth, the individual is really small.

The starry sky is boundless, and there is still an endless territory beyond the highest sky.

"Actually, I come from a world with your story, and this universe is just a book in my world." Guilliman said something about his previous life.

The emperor didn't seem to care much about it.

Just like hearing 1+1=2, there is nothing surprising for people.

"Things that are illusory are not false. You should be very clear about this. When you understand the universe more deeply, and when you master time and destiny, you will gain more insights."

"The subspace hides countless secrets. It wraps every universe, everything is reflected in it, and the traces left behind will never be erased. The human soul is closely connected with the subspace, absorbing the nutrients in it and knowledge."

"The fictional stories you think may just be the past of another universe. Psionic power is a kind of talent, it can leverage the power in the subspace, and perform various attacks beyond physical common sense. And those who write the stories also have With another talent, their souls will capture the fragments of the past from the warp, refine their information, and write them into stories. Creation is never easy, even if it is just a story, it is also difficult What is created is more of a record and improvement."

"False things are not really false, and real things may not be real. Don't be confused and entangled in these things. Believe in yourself and move forward is the most important thing."

Guilliman frowned slightly, this was the first time he heard such a statement.

The knowledge in his hands is not enough to outline the overall structure of the universe and the Warp.

There are countless secrets waiting for him to discover.

Only by mastering those secrets is the beginning of civilization's true detachment. Before that, it was just learning from the pioneers.

"My time is running out," said the Emperor. "When I leave, the faith of mankind will fall on you, giving you the power to fight against the gods. The storms of the future will be fiercer than the past, and there will be no People can stay out of it. The power of chaos is beyond your imagination, and their tentacles have already extended to countless universes. In the face of them, you must always be vigilant. This is a war that has lasted for countless years. Countless races have won More glorious victories than humans, but their final outcome is not good."

"You can go farther than me, and the crisis you face will be more terrifying than I have ever faced. Guilliman, never underestimate Chaos, and never underestimate the gods. There are still endless challenges waiting for you in the future. Only by uniting with your brothers can you move forward."

A powerful light emanated from the Emperor's body, the last light of his life.

A majestic voice came out of his mouth.

"The machine heals itself."

The broken machine resumed its operation, and the scattered fragments returned to their original positions in a flash of light.

The booming sound sounded again, and the mechanical hum sounded.

The dancing arc is confined inside the flask.

The energy emitting a strong light was once again trapped in the pipeline, surging according to human thoughts.

The dimmed Astronomican burst out with strong light again, illuminating the entire Terra.

It was like a sun rising.

The same is true in the subspace, extremely intense, every psyker sees the golden sun shining in the subspace.

Every cathedral of the Emperor was glowing, a golden light radiant beyond compare.

People stared at this sudden change in amazement.

From the golden light, they felt the peace of mind and a kind of support for their souls.

It's like the sense of security of being held in the arms of your father when you were a child.

A majestic voice sounded in their minds, deafening.

Every human being weeps for the one voice he hears.

They have never heard this voice.

As soon as they heard it, they knew who the voice belonged to.

To the great Emperor, to the man who had always protected them.

In the Beta-Garmon galaxy, Dorne stared at the glowing Emperor's Church, tears streaming down his resolute face.

He knew the final moment had come.

The Emperor will leave them for good.

That's not a bad thing.

He suffered too long.

For the sake of mankind, he has endured thousands of years of torture.

The Golden Throne continued his life, but also made him suffer and suffer.

Donne still feels unspeakable grief.

The departure of the emperor means that they can only bear the burden of fighting against the gods alone.

"My people." The Emperor's voice echoed from every corner of the galaxy, ensuring that his voice was heard by every human being.

Everyone put down their work and listened to the voice from the soul.

"The old era has come to an end. I have appointed the Regent of the Empire, the Thirteenth Primarch-Robert Guilliman as the new Emperor of the Empire. My people, from now on, you all need to unite in the By his side, only in this way can you fight against the unknowable horror disaster. Forgive me for not being able to lead you any longer. I cannot be a chain that binds you, nor should I be a nightmare that hinders your progress. Remember, I will always love you."

After saying the last sentence, on the golden throne, the resolute man left a tear, which was crystal clear and reflected golden brilliance.

Guilliman stared at the Emperor with a complicated expression.

He knew how much this man cared about the human race.

He loves the world above all else.

Countless feather-like energy rays emitted from the emperor's body, and the entire huge body turned into rays of light and disappeared into the air.

When those people rushed in again crying the name of the emperor.

They only saw the Emperor smiling in the light, little by little turning into dots of light in the sky.

He is gone.

Gone in the true sense.

The light of the astronomical torch broke away from the huge machine and rushed to the sky, which was the embodiment of the emperor's will.

Countless faces were reflected in the light, like a majestic army advancing.

Those heroes who once fought for humanity stand with the Emperor, and they will do one last thing for humanity.

As they swore, to fight for mankind until the moment of true death.

Everyone is crying.

Even though tens of thousands of light years apart, they also knew the same news at the same time.

Their protectors have left.

The man who gave everything to protect them finally chose to die for them.

He is the first emperor of the empire, but he has never received any enjoyment.

Only war and endless suffering accompanied him all his life.

The intense golden light turned into a skyfire meteor and slammed into the depths of the subspace.

The gods of the Pantheon let out a roar of extreme anger.

However, those skyfires were so violent that they wiped out everything they had worked so hard to build.

The brutal blood field was shattered, the hills were cracked, and countless arenas were destroyed.

The crystal labyrinth collapsed, and countless Tzeentch demons let out shrill screams.

The palace of lust ignited raging flames, and the prince of pleasure, immersed in pleasure, let out an extremely angry howl.

The laughter and laughter in the rotten garden disappeared, and the demons dragged their fat bodies to hide the terrible sky fire.

The crazy subspace storm subsided strangely.

The screams of the gods caused countless demons to flee in terror.

That man's madness at the end is so horrific.

Even if it is a god, it is difficult to get any benefits.

The big rift that traverses the entire Milky Way erupts a strong golden light, making it a golden ribbon in the starry sky.

Those strange things hiding in the darkness let out a shrill howl, and then disappeared under the light of light.

The Primarchs gazed upon the empty Golden Throne, each haunted by unspeakable sorrow.

Guilliman had been wary of the Emperor and calculated, but at this moment, there was only sadness in his heart.

The world says He is a tyrant, a dictator, a madman.

But His original intention was so simple, only to bring the ultimate salvation to the human race.

What did those who ridiculed Him and ridiculed Him leave behind in the long history of mankind? ?

But this so-called tyrant, dictator, and arrogance have created the most powerful regime in human beings, making it possible for human beings to resist the gods.

"Father has left, but our work has just begun. The seal of the Golden Throne won't last long, bring Magnus here quickly." Guilliman suppressed his sadness, he knew that he still had a lot to do .

Apart from the Emperor, there is another candidate for the Golden Throne, and that is Magnus.

His psychic powers are sufficient to ensure the proper functioning of the Golden Throne.

This is also the reason why the emperor exerted his strength to restore the golden throne before leaving.

The main switch of the firewall is still one step away, and it will take a few days for Magnus to do it.

Naturally, Guilliman could also be on top.

His strength is enough to hold the seal.

But Mao, he wants to sacrifice himself instead of sacrificing Magnus? ?

It is true that the heart is sad, but the original body has a tenacious heart.

Ruth and several guards hurried out.

Just now, Guilliman had ordered Magnus to be brought here.

As soon as they went out, they saw the cage being dragged over, and hurriedly dragged it into the throne room.

Magnus was suppressed in it, unable to move.

After being dragged into the throne room, Guilliman asked the tech-priest to turn off the anti-magic field device.

"Would it be too risky?" said the Great Sage-Kauer, "We can use a more secure method. Magnus has all kinds of weird means. Once he is out of the shackles, there is a high possibility of accidents." .”

"Don't worry." Guilliman said: "He can't do much. If he can escape in front of so many people, then we have to examine our own strength."

To see the insistence of the Imperial Regent, plus so many Primarchs gathered here.

Kaul finally nodded, and ordered his men to release the anti-magic field that suppressed Magnus.

The beam of force field flickered a few times, and the hum of the machine disappeared.

Magnus was unchained.

But before he could do anything, he was grabbed by Russ and dragged to the golden throne.

The wolf claws pierced Magnus' body fiercely, making it difficult for him to exert his strength.

"Do not!"

Seeing the empty golden throne, Magnus screamed in despair as he realized what was about to happen.

The scene that the Lord of Change had predicted to him appeared in his mind.

He will be bound to the Golden Throne, psychically drained by that dreadful siphon device to maintain the seal of the Webway.

How painful the soul siphon is, you can see it clearly from those poor people who have been tortured by his nine-storied tower plan.

That kind of torture is a horrible punishment comparable to hell.

No life can bear it.

"Isn't that exactly what you want, Magnus?" Sanguinius demanded, with anger in his eyes, "at Prospero, you were so high-profile that you declared Make history. Do you forget those mortals you tortured? Your so-called success is based on the pain of others, and you shattered the dreams of our father, so that he had to sit on this throne."

"Why do you let out such a miserable scream now that you just have to accept the same pain as him?? You are such a pathetic coward. It is not unreasonable to be attracted and seduced by Chaos. There is a cowardly hidden under your powerful body soul."

"Don't do that, my brother." Magnus let out a sobbing voice. He knew how horrible the torment of the Golden Throne was, something that even his father could not bear.

"It's too late to repent now, Magnus." Guilliman said in a deep voice: "At the beginning, you shouldn't have betrayed. You destroyed everything, but you never paid the real price. Do you think Prospero's Is destruction the price you pay?? No, that's just your nomination to Chaos. Otherwise, why would you hate Russ and the Emperor, but not Horus who brought you to the brink of destruction."

Guilliman stepped forward and grabbed Magnus like a chicken.

"Activate the Golden Throne."

"No!" Howled Magnus. "It can't be done, please."

"Repent in pain, you guys all." Guilliman pinned Magnus on the golden throne.

With the activation of the device, shrill screams resounded through the throne room.

The soul siphon device started working again.

Magnus's strong body trembled wildly, crackling psychic arcs emerged from his body.

The only eye also emits a strong light.

It was as if there was a sun inside Magnus, trying to split his body and explode from it.

Countless devices in the throne room started working again.

"How's the situation?" Guilliman looked at Kaul and asked.

"The Golden Throne is already running, but the input power is still a bit low." Kaul stared at the floating information window in front of him, in which there was a huge amount of binary data, and the chip module in the skull was running at high speed.

"Increase the output power." Guilliman glanced at the screaming Magnus, and gave the order again.

"Understood." Kaul stretched out the mechanical tentacles and slid on the window.

Magnus's screams became more and more shrill, and he was suffering from inhuman torture.

The sound shielding force field device was activated, and Magnus' voice disappeared from everyone's ears.

All he could see was his painful expression sitting on the golden throne.

"Vulcan, Russ, you two look at Magnus, you can't let the Golden Throne go wrong again." Guilliman looked at the other brothers after finishing speaking, "Sanguinius, you go to the webway to seal Over there, lead the gray knights to suppress those lifeless people who escaped while the seal was unstable."

"Penny, let the Grand Mentor of the Assassins Court come to see me, deal with those guys who try to spread bad news directly, don't let the news of the Emperor's fall affect the stability of Terra, and don't allow those guys to take advantage of this Opportunity made waves, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs was notified that the Emperor's state funeral and enthronement were scheduled for the same day."

"Valanor, clear the memories of other insiders and implant new memories into them. The emperor died of exhaustion to fight against the evil god and maintain the astronomical torch. There was no attack tonight."

Seeing that the Golden Throne remained operational, Guilliman hastily issued a flurry of orders.

The enthronement ceremony has been in preparation for a long time.

If it is changed now, the impact will not be generally large.

How the Emperor died is also a very important question.

He could only die in order to fight against the exhaustion of the gods.

If it is said that he was assassinated and died, it will inevitably bring people's doubts about the imperial army and the palace defense force.

At that time, there will be another series of troubles.

Guilliman knew that this matter could never be blamed on the Custodian and Palace Defense Forces.

How can the Emperor use Alpharius to end his own immortality? ?

Under Guilliman's order, Varano hurried out in grief, controlled all those who knew, and modified their memories.

Sanguinius also hurried to integrate the Gray Knights and prepare to deal with the demons.

"What can I do?" Ryan asked: "If there is any task, His Majesty can order it as much as you like, and the son of Caliban will never shirk."

"You and Chagatai stay by my side. During this time, you all stay with me. If you are suddenly transferred, it will inevitably arouse people's bad guesses. Wait for a while, and I will give you the task " Guilliman said: "Now, your task is to stay by my side until the day you ascend the throne."

Alpharius is captured, and Omega is still active in the dark.

Guilliman wanted to catch that bastard right now, but the most important thing now was to ensure that the power of the empire could be handed over to him smoothly.

When the time comes, the whole of Terra will have to catch that bastard and stuff it on the Golden Throne as psychic fuel.

Let them feel the pain they have inflicted on others.

The news of the emperor's fall because of the long ten thousand years of fighting against the gods caused turmoil.

With Guilliman's strong wrist of maintaining stability, the overall situation is still controllable.

Under the high-profile publicity of the official media, revenge anger is also surging in the empire.

Many hope to strike against the Eye of Terror and avenge the Emperor.

After these years of popular education, the people of the empire generally know the existence of evil gods and aliens.

Of course, Guilliman’s statement was very euphemistic. He did not promote the power and terror of the gods and aliens, but only described human beings as disunity and insufficient technology, so they were invaded, beaten, and slaughtered by the gods and aliens.

It also moved all the routines of the divine drama, and reduced people's fear by vilifying the minions of the gods.

People like Abaddon are treacherous traitors who betrayed mankind, led the way, and cooperated with the gods to oppress mankind.

The Empire's official media also launched a TV series based on Spill Marley throughout the galaxy.

For example, clips of one person massacring an entire orc army, tearing up a Dark Eldar warship, and punching the evil god's minions with one punch were circulated on the Imperial network.

In addition, the growth of military power and the constant victories have also boosted the confidence of the people of the empire.

After so many years of information bombardment and propaganda.

The thinking of the young people in the empire now is completely different from that of the old generation.

The old generation: The galaxy is full of minions and aliens of evil gods, so scary.

The new generation: Labor and capital are fighting evil gods and aliens.

Guilliman also made several speeches, pledging to avenge the Emperor by pacifying the Eye of Terror.

Make the traitors like Abaddon pay, and make the gods pay.

At the same time, an order was issued for the mobilization of military supplies, so that all regions of the galaxy will mobilize elite troops to prepare for the attack on the Eye of Terror.

Just complete the firewall project and shelter the souls of humanity.

The corruption and pollution of the Eye of Terror to humans will be minimized, and attacking the Eye of Terror will naturally become a reality.

Guilliman summoned Cawl again in private, handed him part of the database knowledge of the third stage, and asked him to keep it strictly confidential.

"We need some time creations and convenient anti-psychic devices." Guilliman stated his needs very directly, "The emperor has left, we must speed up, and after ascending the throne, we will launch an attack on the space undead, dark An all-out campaign for the Eldar, the Orcs, guaranteeing humanity's absolute domination of the galaxy. We must not have anyone stabbing us in the back when it comes to waging the final battle against the Eye of Terror."

Kaur spent a while reading the knowledge given by Guilliman, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.

Much of the knowledge has already involved special fields such as advanced spatial dimension knowledge, fate, causality, and time.

Guilliman asked him to use this knowledge to create weapons, which has to be said to be a little too crazy.

But seeing the firm eyes of the other party, he knew that he couldn't persuade the other party.

"There are complete checking formulas in it. If you use the upgraded brain to design the scheme, the process can be omitted a lot. You should be able to get the first batch of technologies dedicated to fighting the space undead after the enthronement ceremony." Kaul said.

"Very good, let's communicate with the Nether Dragon again, provide it with a batch of alien captives, and inquire about the means of the Three Saints Council. When the time comes, arm a group of assassins to eliminate them as quickly as possible, and win us an advantage in war. .”

War is war.

Guilliman never liked the morality of war.

What he has to do is to kill space undead rulers like the King of Silence as quickly as possible, and let King Suo Tai, who he supports, take control of the power.

When the time comes, he will indirectly control the entire Necromancer race and let them become their own high-quality thugs.

Destroying the Necrons doesn't make much sense.

Their entire race is hopeless.

No reproduction, no progeny, waiting for the memory to wear out in a long life, they are just some metal skeletons running according to the established program.

It is impossible for the Silent King to do such a thing as biological transformation from beginning to end.

Unless he was strong enough to turn back time to the moment when he signed the contract with the Star God.

The souls of the Necrons are long gone.

All that remains is the memory of their memories.

Like a story Guilliman once read.

A scam company uses replication technology to achieve so-called instant travel.

In fact, it is just to kill the original owner and make a copy on the other side.

The same is true of the conspiracy of the star gods.

The Necrontyr are long gone, and all that remains are replicas of their memories.

The Silent King wanted to be reincarnated as a space undead, but he was simply dreaming.

"I see." Kaur made no sense of Guilliman's approach.

When the Necrons slaughtered humans, there was no moral at all.

Those aliens should be damned.

After handing over the relevant technology to Kaul, Guilliman devoted all his attention to the enthronement ceremony, ensuring that nothing would go wrong.

The new emperor ascended the throne, and the emperor's state funeral was added.

The people who emerged from the solar system became even more exaggerated.

There are countless ships suspended in the outer periphery of the solar system, densely packed, stretching for billions of kilometers.

The entire solar system is full of people.

Various floating ship platforms are connected together in the void, forming a huge metal city.

If there is enough time, a person can even go to Mars from the low-earth orbit of Terra with the help of those floating platforms. It is conceivable how exaggerated the population of the solar system is at this time.

In the vicinity of Terra, a giant ship comparable to a planet was suspended in the void, and the huge force field device roared day and night to ensure that it would not be pulled by Terra's gravity and cause a collision.

It was the Supreme that was designated as Guilliman's flagship.

As the moment of enthronement draws closer, this magnificent ship is also unveiled in front of the world.

The Sovereign stands a throne of incomparable grandeur, snaking like a mountain on the metal surface.

Just standing under the throne, one can feel the unparalleled sense of terrifying oppression.

Guilliman's crowning ceremony took place on the throne.

Everyone who saw the Throne and the Supreme was amazed.

This is simply the pearl of human industry.

Dorn returns from Beta Garmon.

Corax and Ferrus return from the webway.

The emperor had already made all preparations for his departure.

Prepare Corax and Ferrus for the seal to expire.

To this end, all loyal Primarchs have gathered on Terra.

As the big clock passed midnight, it pointed to the wee hours of the morning.

A carefully timed salute resounded throughout Terra.

Several fusion solar light sources suspended in the sky were lit, and the entire Terra was illuminated.

In the palace, the Primarchs, who had already prepared, walked out of the throne room holding a golden coffin shrouded in light.

There is nothing inside the coffin, only the mourning that people placed.

This is not only the funeral of the old emperor, but also the celebration of the new emperor.

Valyrian has the fragment of the emperor in his hand, I will talk about it later