Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The war horns placed on the Wall of Eternity and the Wall of Victory, as well as the many towers and fortresses, made a sharp and rough sound.

It was deafening, and people couldn't help but raise a kind of solemn and awe-inspiring thought.

The process of the ceremony and celebration is recorded by the recording equipment carried by the servo skull and the cherubs, and then transmitted to the solar system and even the galaxy through various communication methods.

This is definitely the greatest celebration in human history.

It is much more astonishing than those scenes recorded in mythology.

Every place where the ceremony can be seen is full of people.

Under the big screens where the broadcast was broadcast, there were also crowds of people.

The hoarse horn sound slowly died away, like the dim roar of an ancient giant fading into myth.

After the sound of the horn died away, the bell on the highest tower of the Imperial Square was tolled.

The majestic bells echoed in the magnificent metal city, floating in every corner, echoing in the mountain-like machinery factories and space ports.

The beginning of this grand ceremony is watched with reverence and grief.

They stared at the grand gate of the throne room through broadcast or using super vision devices.

Guardsmen in golden armor stood at the door with weapons in hand.

Compared with that door, their strong bodies seemed very small.

Countless eyes watched the door open silently under the resounding bell.

Countless voices mixed with grief swept through the crowd and echoed everywhere.

Through the slowly opened crack of the door, people could see the diffuse golden mist pouring out of it, spreading on the magnificent steps.

Ethereal and sad whispers can be vaguely heard in it.

Wearing funeral gowns and carrying heavy coffins, the Primarchs slowly walked out of the throne room.

The top officials of the empire followed closely behind them, seeing off the first human lord.

Watching this scene, people covered their mouths, tears could not stop streaming down, and the sound of sobbing filled the air.

Some men and women with weak control couldn't help crying.

"Remember this moment, child. We will never forget the hate, and one day we will avenge our protector." A young mother holds up her young child to watch the funeral of the protector of humanity , said in a mournful voice in his ear.

This is an eternal hatred that will never be forgiven and undone.

Those high gods slew their guardians.

The will to revenge is burning, and it will be unleashed to consume all.

Whether it is the stars or the gods, they will burn under this anger.

Humans and the gods will inevitably fall down completely.

The primarchs walked up to the steps between the throne rooms.

A slight mechanical hum sounded, and a huge flying hovercraft slowly lifted into the air and docked in front of them smoothly.

It is a long distance from the throne room of the palace to the mechanical throne used by Guilliman. More importantly, the throne is still in the void, so it is impossible to reach it by walking alone.

Even if you can walk, it's a waste of time.

People's emotions are dominated by exhaustion, and people feel that celebrations and funerals are too burdensome.

For this reason, the celebration also needs to be planned well.

The Primarchs carried the Emperor's coffin onto the floating platform.

At this moment, a large group of strange flying objects flew over from all directions, forming a huge parade.

Servo skulls, cherubs, cloned genetic creations, old priests sitting on anti-gravity levitators, clerks with giant books strapped to them, narrators who are eligible to participate in recording the event.

The parade was irregular.

Guilliman had to take care of the ideas of each faction, make them eligible to participate, and not make them feel excluded.

The procession emerges from a sea of ​​fog formed by burning incense.

The thick scented smoke was swirled by the banners they carried.

The parade team is extremely large.

Tens of thousands of floating, levitator-riding representatives were mournfully chanting the Emperor's Psalm.

Thousands of different hymns were sung simultaneously by poets with various beautiful melodies, and spread to all parts of the galaxy.

The automatic preacher was suspended in the air, roaring with religious vocabulary, proclaiming the greatness of the emperor, and proclaiming the grief and hatred of his departure.

The suspended platform lifted the coffin of the Primarch and the Emperor, flew along the city of Terra Palace, and then went to the mechanical throne in the void to complete the final enthronement ceremony.

The Royal Palace is a magnificent building built in the Himalayas and occupies the entire plateau.

If counting the periphery, the imperial palace and the vassal cities almost occupied the entire continent.

From the throne room, the Primarch's procession marched along the Eternal Way that ran through the entire city of Terra.

The Eternal Avenue stretches all the way, and along the way, many famous palace buildings such as the Eternal Wall, the Lion Gate, and the Victory Wall are cast after being polished with huge stones collected from all over the Milky Way.

Back then, the Loyalists fought against the rebels headed by Horus in these places, fighting so hard that the stars were overshadowed.

Such a doomsday scene, Guilliman still can't forget it. In the true sense, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The air is full of burning plasma and blood.

Under the majestic high walls, huge towers and strong halls soar upwards, overlooking the inner court, the legal building and the hegemony tower.

And a little further outside, it belongs to the residences of imperial councilors and high-level officials.

The Astropathic Court where the Astropathic is located is closer to the inner court.

That area seemed a little cold, and few people liked to take the initiative to approach the astropath.

Not even birds would pass through that area.

The fear and loathing of the Warp run deep in the genes of every living creature.

Under the protection of many brave warriors, the huge parade walked out of the huge palace and followed the city of Terra to Lions Gate Airport, the largest space port in the empire.

Huge port buildings connect LEO to the Void.

Wherever the parade passed, the onlookers, men, women and children all looked sad.

At one point someone cried until they fainted.

It is difficult for people to suppress the grief in their hearts.

Their eyes were placed in the exquisite coffin, watching the protector who had been silent for thousands of years leave the palace and them.

With people watching, the procession reached Lions Gate.

At this time, a huge teleportation light gate has been built in the magnificent airport.

For such an important ceremony, it is naturally impossible to use the elevator to go to the void.

The primarchs carried the coffin, and the floating platform slowly flew into the light gate.

In the blink of an eye, they appeared on a huge metal fortress platform in the void.

The gravity device binds the air and temperature, allowing the parade and sightseeing people to breathe freely on it without any protective measures.

On this platform, there is actually no audience.

In its place is the army.

Countless armies.

Vibrant oceans rolled on iron-gray metal platforms.

Arms and banners are flying.

Soldiers, tanks, suspended fighters and titans, besides the platform, there is also a large and magnificent fleet.

The Mechanicus created this huge platform, shaping a world in the void like a god, just to prepare for this grandest ceremony.

Those war machines are all active, and the sound of the engine is booming.

The huge titan is like a terrifying metal behemoth. Even in the picture taken through the servo skull, the distortion caused by the vibration of the engine can be clearly seen.

The majestic giant ship is suspended in the void, like a continuous metal mountain range, silent in the cold and dark, but no one dares to underestimate the terrifying power contained in it, once it is released to its fullest, it will surely be earth-shattering.

When the emperor's coffin walked by.

All the soldiers knelt down on one knee.

Those heavy dreadnoughts also lowered their heads.

They watched in silence as the floating platform on which the primarchs sat flew across the avenue.

The whole world remained silent, except for the sound of machinery running and the sound of battle flags fluttering, there was no movement.

In a unique way, these heroes who fought for the Empire bid farewell to the protectors of humanity and the lord they once served.

The speed of the suspended platform was well controlled and reached the end point - the mechanical high platform - within the set time.

The mechanical high platform on which the throne is placed is hundreds of kilometers high. In a sense, it is an out-and-out metal mountain.

The Emperor's coffin was finally placed in the stasis field beside the great throne.

There is nothing in the coffin.

This is just a symbol.

A symbol of a never-forgotten hatred, a symbol of the Emperor never leaving.

The activated force field light enveloped the coffin.

Under the leadership of Guilliman, many Primarchs knelt on one knee and offered the last courtesy for the Emperor's departure.

When Guilliman stood up, Mathieu and several living saints also came from the side.

Living saints are the bearers of the unyielding will of human beings. They have independent bodies and a certain degree of freedom.

Before leaving, the Emperor gave Guilliman the power of faith.

These living saints were also handed over in a sense.

Henceforth, they will serve and fight for Guilliman.

Living saints don't only appear in the group of fighting nuns, as long as they have an unyielding will, a pure heart, and absolute loyalty to the emperor, they may be blessed.

For example, Sly Marbo, the tough guy from Catachan, Goslyre from the Imperial Guard, and so on.

Of course, the living saint is not a simple Madonna.

The concept of Our Lady is dangerous.

Especially in such a dangerous universe, the kindness to aliens and traitors is the greatest cruelty to those who want to survive.

To some extent, living saints do not represent kindness.

They will kill those individuals who threaten the survival of human beings with a thunderous attitude.

Even those allies who may threaten the overall interests of mankind may be regarded as enemies.

For this reason, living saints represent more of human interests.

Mathieu walked up to Guilliman, a living saint with wings who resembled Celestine, named Annes.

In her hand she held a crown of golden eagles and laurel leaves forged by Vulcan.

A faint halo projected from the complicated runes, like a dream, not like a real thing.

"Your Majesty," Mathieu said respectfully.

Guilliman nodded, and walked towards his exclusive throne.

The main body of the throne is composed of two colors of gold and blue, and the whole body is inlaid with fine silver rune circuits.

The technology contained in it is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The accumulation of the golden age of mankind, the gift from the mysterious civilization, and the knowledge in the hands of the star gods and those ancient races.

Guilliman and Kaur stripped this knowledge to its essence and applied it.

The throne connects every human lighthouse in the galaxy, as long as it is activated, it can create a huge firewall to protect the souls of all human beings.

Guilliman stroked the armrest of the throne, and his eyes became serious.

This is like a cycle of fate.

Every human lord will sit on his own throne.

I just hope that I don't end up like the Emperor.

Guilliman sat up, and the surging power of the mechanical platform established a connection with him.

With the help of mysterious technology, his will and strength have been amplified infinitely.

Merged with the thoughts of the entire human being and gained dominance.

At this moment, he has a sense of omnipotence.

To be able to hear every human voice.

Give them strength or guide them.

As long as he has a thought, he can activate the firewall and really keep the gods out.

In the spiritual field, there is a saying that has been circulating for a long time.

Every human spirit is an island in the ocean.

Independent on the surface, deep down every soul is connected.

Guilliman feels this way now.

He is Guilliman, and the union of wills of the entire human race.

Being one of the individual and the ten thousand of the group, this feeling is really wonderful and indescribable in words.

Guilliman sat on the throne.

Custodian Marshal Valanor presented him with the Emperor's Sword.

The living saint - Anais put on a laurel crown for him.

When those people retreated, Guilliman's crowning ceremony would be complete.

Sanguinius, Ryan, Vulcan, Jaghatai, Donne and others were loyal to the Primarch, all knelt on one knee, put their hands on their chests and performed the Skyhawk salute.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

With them at the center, the Mechanical Throne, the viewing stand, the imperial soldiers in formation, and the imperial people who watched this scene all knelt down on one knee subconsciously to pay their allegiance to their new emperor.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

The sound resounded through every corner of the galaxy.

The empire ushered in a brand new emperor.

Humanity also has a new guide.

Fulgrim, who was trapped in the prison, could also see the scene of Guilliman ascending the throne and the entire empire kneeling through the big screen in the square.

All of humanity is taking an oath of allegiance.

Even he dared to imagine such a scene.

Guilliman did it.

Lorgar's expression was also extremely ugly, and Angron on the side let out a low growl. If the opponent was not restrained by force field chains, he might be beaten to death by Angron.

Burned his perfect city.

Now become the new emperor of the empire with monarchy and theocracy in one.

What an irony.

Curz, on the other hand, had a gloomy expression, roaring and shouting like a madman from time to time.

Perturabo's complexion was the ugliest among the primarchs.

During the Great Crusade, Guilliman was a little piece of shit.

Now, the opponent has become an opponent at the same level as the Four Gods.

Guilliman sat on the mechanical throne, and the power of dominance and faith in his body connected with the throne, forming an ensemble movement.

Infinite power surged within his majestic body, and ocean-like tides washed over his body.

His eyes have also changed, gold and blue, and the aura that belongs to the king emanates from him.

Human Emperor is not only a name, but also has some special symbolic meaning in the dark.

Don't underestimate those illusory things, sometimes, they also determine the final outcome.

"Get up." Guilliman's voice was not loud, but it could reach everyone's ears, clear and powerful.

The people obeyed his orders and stood up.

The entire starry sky was quiet, and people were waiting for the new emperor to speak.

"From now on, you will give me your loyalty, your life, your blood, your death. Everything about you will belong to me, just as everything about me will belong to you."

"Those gods think they are high above us and control our destiny and future. Soon, they will find that the sword of human beings will pierce their throats. To do this, I need your help."

"Many people will think that I have become the emperor of the empire, possessing infinite power and being able to accomplish everything easily. That kind of thinking is wrong. My power comes from you, my brothers, my compatriots, and my people. You You are the most powerful force in this galaxy, you are the muscles of the empire, the sinews of the empire, the heart of the empire and the blood of the empire. If you don’t support me, then I can only accomplish nothing.”

"The magnificent warships are built by the suffering workers, the food is provided by the hard-working farmers, the powerful weapons are provided by the mechanical monks, and the victory is won by the brave soldiers. It is you who have created today's glory. Rescued from the abyss of suffering, this is your strength, and my actions are so insignificant, and receiving such an honor makes me uneasy, worrying that I will not be able to complete such a heavy burden."

Guilliman's voice gradually grew louder, shaking people's ears and souls like thunder.

It's a powerful presentation technique that better channels people's emotions.

"I need you as always, my people. When we are united, nothing in the galaxy can defeat us, not even the high god."

"Hate will not be forgotten, my father died for the redemption of this race, the damn traitors will usher in liquidation, the temples of those false gods will be pulled down, their minions will be slaughtered, all glory belongs to empire."

"Long live mankind." Guilliman raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand, golden flames rose up, and his majestic body roared, shaking the air.

"Long live humanity." Sanguinius roared.

Then came Ruth, Vulcan, Corax and others.

Their voices resounded through the audience like a thousand cannons.

"Long live humanity."

"Long live humanity."

"Long live humanity."

The Imperial Prime Minister-Penny, the Marshal of the Imperial Army-Valano and other high-level officials of the Empire followed suit and shouted.

Even the Great Instructor of the Assassin Court, who was hiding in the dark, felt the excitement surging in his body.

All the passionate soldiers raised their arms and shouted.

The sound of long live mankind swept across the sky and covered the earth.

"Long live mankind." The voice of Ainiya, the mistress of the Jiaoyang Legion who is driving the Titan Mecha, also passed through the Titan's loudspeaker.

Many knights echoed their allegiance and uttered the same roar.

The same goes for Dante, Azrael, Calgar and many other heroes of the Empire.

"Holy Blood." Seeing all this, Seth burst into tears, ashamed of his past stupidity.

How dare he doubt such a noble man.

This is an unforgivable crime.

Brother Mathieu's body was trembling, and he felt a force hitting him.

The vacancy left by the lost Emperor was once again filled by a stalwart figure.

The cheers were so majestic, covering the sky and covering the sky, causing even the subspace to vibrate.

Never before has the human will been so united.

The demons cried out in despair, the gods howled impotently.

Under the fear of the doomsday, those powerful inanimate screams piercingly.

The vision of the future is clearer than ever.

The dead see their own death.

See the future prophecy that the majestic human legion will sweep away everything.

Those mutilated fragments certainly did not herald their doom.

Unimaginable despair hangs over the hearts of these monsters who claim to have eternal life.

"It's really scary." Elder Prophet Eldrar stared at Guilliman on the throne. No one has ever been able to unite mankind to such a height.

Guilliman achieved more than he could have imagined.

Such a powerful and united human empire, it is hard for Eldrar to imagine any power to destroy it.

Perhaps the most correct thing the Eldar have done is to participate in the resurrection of Guilliman.

It is time to treat the Dark Eldar as outcasts.

Eldraar's priority goal is to keep the Eldar alive under the persecution of Slaanesh.

Guilliman had spoken to him several times.

After the alliance between the two races, the Dark Eldar caused a large number of massacres.

Wherever they went, the sewers of human cities were filled with corpses and blood.

Such a brutal crime, the human empire is absolutely impossible to let go.

What Guilliman wanted to talk to him was to ask the Ark Eldar not to interfere in this matter.

In order to express his sincerity, Guilliman even proposed to allow the Eldar to enjoy the right to use the webways restored by humans, and to specially divide a part of the world to help the Eldar restore their population.

With such conditions, it must be false for Eldrar to say that he is not moved.

With Guilliman's assurance, there was hope for the survival of the Eldar.

Moreover, if it is really not possible at that time, it would be a good choice to borrow a few human ships to leave the galaxy.

Guilliman watched the cheering people, and an information window floated in front of him.

[The firewall program is loaded, whether to start it immediately. 】

Seeing the information in it, Guilliman looked at Kaul, who nodded, indicating that everything was ready.

This is a new age that humanity has never had before.

"My people," Guilliman shouted.

Guilliman's voice stopped the cheering crowd.

"As a reward for your loyalty, I will give you the first gift." Guilliman said loudly: "You will be far away from the poison of those dark things, away from those strange whispers and the torture of terrifying will."

People showed a blank look.

Gift? ?

what kind of gift ?

Sanguinius, Ryan and others were all in a daze.

There is no such section in the original ceremony process.

Guilliman smiled, and his eyes showed the confidence that he was in control. "The road to transcendence for human beings begins now. Let's start, Kaur, and reveal this secret plan that has been hidden until now to the world."

"I understand, my lord." Kaur took a step forward, and a floating operation window appeared in front of him.

After entering the complex key, a cylinder rose from his side, and a smooth round thorn pierced into his remaining flesh and blood to read the required genetic information.

After all the work was completed, a suspended servo skull flew in front of Guilliman, holding a data pad on its mechanical tentacles.

[Genetic verification of the setter is required]

After Guilliman kissed the data pad, the red text turned green.

Saliva can also complete genetic verification, but in that case, it will be somewhat lost.

The huge Mechanical Throne made a rumbling sound.

A beam of light that surpassed the Astronomical Torch a million times shot out into the sky, illuminating the entire solar system.

Everyone watched this scene dumbfounded.

The lighthouses built all over the galaxy also emitted light simultaneously.

Countless rays of light lit up in the dark galaxy, and they also lit up in the subspace.

Guided by Guilliman's will, countless filaments stretched out, connecting every human soul like a neural network, weaving into a huge network beyond imagination.

Then the connected human souls formed a whole, a great black shadow, like the Hive Mind.

The firewall is based on lighthouses and built with human souls as nodes.

All the emotions born by human beings will be transformed through this network and become the strength and barrier of this network.

Whether it is fear or excitement, every human emotion will be absorbed and transformed by this huge network.

The violent subspace storm was kept out, like a huge dam separating the inner sea from the outer sea.

The turbulent open sea set off squalls and showers, but everything inside the embankment was calm.

With the help of such a firewall, human astropaths and psykers will be protected to the greatest extent, and they no longer need to face the terrifying, vast ocean full of corruption and toxins.

They can use psionic energy without worrying about the violent malice swallowing them up, forming a kind of filter and protection.

Within the confines of the Imperial Firewall, the distortion of human will by evil beings will also be weakened.

Loyalists can also use the power of the Firewall to fight against the demons who have come to the real universe, causing terrorist attacks like the lighthouses of yesteryear that pried the Emperor's power.

Eldrar stared at the majestic beam of light dumbfounded, and his powerful soul immediately noticed the defense network that Guilliman built in the subspace.

Relying on that powerful network, the Emperor's vision of the past can be realized, so that the gods will not fail to absorb the emotions provided by humans, and the inanimate will not be starved to death.

Guilliman hid so deeply that he never let the wind out from the beginning to the end.

The cyberway project and the alien universe project are all lies, all for this moment.

A real firewall ah.

In a sense, Guilliman elevated himself to the realm of gods.

Every human being can be regarded as a fragment of the will of the race, just like the minions of evil gods are fragments of evil gods.

What a crazy plan.

The Primarchs also stared in astonishment, and they finally knew why Guilliman didn't care about Magnus' plan for the nine-storied tower.

Instead of giving the gods a real universe, converting humans into psionic races would cause even greater trouble.

Make the firewall made by Guilliman stronger and more indestructible.

If Magnus knew about this, he would be even more angry.

From beginning to end, he was played by Guilliman.

Using the soul power of human beings and the energy of the real universe, a barrier that even the gods cannot break through has been built, and human beings are trapped inside, and human emotions will feed this network.

The souls of dead humans are also absorbed into this network.

It is equivalent to creating another subspace area network exclusively for human beings.

From this moment, human beings have a real hole card.

With a firewall, you have the confidence to declare war on the gods.

Otherwise, the more wars are waged, the stronger the power of the gods will be, and it will be impossible to win.

Everyone can feel the change in themselves.

Even more so with those psykers.

The sense of terror and oppression in the past disappeared, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and the whole person felt a lot lighter.

"It's amazing." Sanguinius exclaimed, "I never thought you could hide so deeply, Your Majesty."

"The name that is best at keeping secrets seems to belong to you." Ryan also shook his head. From the beginning to the end, they didn't know about Guilliman's hidden plan.

Everyone thinks that the Lighthouse Project is to establish a navigation system belonging to the Empire.

Guilliman and Cawl literally fooled everyone.

I'm afraid those so-called gods didn't realize that the Lighthouse project was just a cover.

Otherwise, they would never focus on destroying the fortress of Dorne and trying to prevent humans from building the webway.

It's really false and fake, and it's hard to guard against.

Even if you can fight, you can play tricks better than the emperor.

In the Nachmond Corridor, the Black Legion and the demons were eaten to death, with heavy casualties.

Abaddon also wanted to cut the throat of the empire, and the entire dark side of the empire belonged to him.

As a result, Imperial warships used lighthouses to travel through the Great Rift from the depths of the warp like no one else.

The high-level traitors at that time felt as uncomfortable as eating shit.

Played by Guilliman from beginning to end, the empire didn't care about the Nachmond Corridor at all.

Seeing the emergence of the Subspace Firewall, if the Four Gods had a physical body, they would probably vomit blood like Abaddon did in the past.

Guilliman went to the Eye of Terror to find the lost knowledge of the Eldar, made deals with the C'tan, and mobilized troops with great fanfare to repair the Webway.

Doesn't this make it clear that he wants to follow his father's path! !

For this reason, the subspace demon kept smashing the fortress built by Dorne, and the two sides fought in full swing.

Looking at the big battle, everyone thought that Guilliman wanted to repair the webway.

Don't say the devil would think so.

As an ally, Eldrar always thinks like this.

Same goes for Dorn, Ryan et al.

Think that Guilliman just wants to build the web.

The webways are the only way known to be free from the control of the gods.

After the Webway is repaired, the gods are howling in the subspace, and they have nothing to do with humans.

Now, people don't care whether the webway can succeed or not.

Build a wall directly, encircle the human beings, and create something similar to the shadow of the Zerg.

Seeing everyone's surprised and delighted eyes, Guilliman did not show any complacent expression.

The firewall has just been established and is still very fragile.

And, it's not without weaknesses.

Those lighthouses are visible weaknesses.

If there is no lighthouse to radiate his will and connect the souls of the local people, the firewall will be ineffective for the local area.

It's far from peace of mind.

"This is the first gift I give you, my people." Guilliman said in a deep voice, "It will free you from the poison of the gods, and give you the strength to fight against those traitors and minions of evil gods."

Guilliman paused, scanning the excited crowd.

"Get ready, we will soon have to fight a war of vengeance against the gods."

The Eye of Terror also set off a violent storm at this time.

The human will also affects here.

Many traitors were all terrified.

Had the Eye of Terror lost their ability to corrupt Imperial forces, there would be no way they could hold back a vengeful Imperial army.

At that time, the empire's crusade against the Eye of Terror will definitely be their doomsday disaster.

Inside a fortress made of a gigantic head.

Countless twisted creatures are howling in it, looking forward to corrupting those beautiful things, dragging everything into the abyss, and enjoying eternity with them.

"What a crazy guy." A part of Yogg-Sothoth, Horus can also feel the change, and the original plan seems to have to be changed.

Without the ability to corrupt, it is not easy for his legion to conquer the human empire.

It was originally planned to corrupt the entire empire at the fastest speed when other evil gods were unable to take care of him, and then expand to other parts of the universe.

But now, it seems that Galaxy may not be so easy to take down.

The direction of fate that he can see has also changed, and everything in the future is in chaos.

Foreseeing the future does not mean that the future will develop that way.

The future holds endless possibilities.

You can only find ways to promote the present and realize the future you want.

Horus stared at the chaotic void filled with subspace power, his eyes became a little dignified.

As the clone of Yogg-Sothoth, he has a part of the power of the main body, but it is also very limited.

After all, if you want to be active in the real universe, you must have a body that conforms to the physical laws of three-dimensional space.

Such a body cannot withstand the true power of the all-knowing and all-powerful Yogg-Sothoth.

It means that he will be defeated when he is active in the real universe, and he will be expelled like a demon.

Facing Guilliman, he may not be sure of winning.

Horus beckoned.

"Master." Captain Marvel with a distorted face came out of the darkness.

"How is the army assembled?" Horus asked.

"The army of the Nine Realms has been assembled, master, we can launch an attack at any time, crush those damned mortals, and drag this world into your domain." Several mouths on Marvell's face said at the same time, the voice With a weird sense of synergy.

"Very good, but this is not enough." Horus said: "Drive those gods over, we need their power to destroy those mortal ships."

"I see, Master," said Marvell.

After the servant walked into the shadows, Horus fell into thinking again. If he wanted to teach the arrogant mortal a lesson, he had to make a plan.

Little by little, he will turn everything the other party has built into powder, then drag the other party into the abyss, distort it, and become his own servant.

Many areas inside the Invincible battleship were covered with thick flesh and blood, and eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth also grew on the flesh and blood. The entire battleship revealed infinite malice.

Abaddon, who had just recovered from his injuries, looked through the porthole at the troops constantly emerging from the gap that spanned hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

Those huge planet-like heads were built into fortresses, and a large number of weird and twisted lives lived on them.

The guy named Yogg Sotos must be at the same level as the Four Gods.

If you want to fight against each other, you must find equal strength.

Only God can kill God.

Abaddon looked down at the magic sword in his hand-Drachanian. It is said that this is a sword that can kill the emperor, and there is a terrible demon parasitic in it, which is the emperor's old enemy.

Now, the Emperor has fallen, and everything about the other side has been taken over by Guilliman.

Abaddon felt that the sword was against Guilliman.

That bastard who is always playing tricks definitely has the cards to counter the magic sword.

Abaddon suppressed the idea of ​​using the sword against Guilliman.

Now, he has someone else he needs to deal with more urgently than Guilliman, and that is Horus who has become Yogg-Sothoth's double.

For the other party to bear this name is not only a humiliation to the Black Legion, but also a humiliation to the former father of genes.

Abaddon could not tolerate such a thing.

To get rid of this guy, Abaddon knew that relying on his own strength was far from enough.

Only weapons that can severely injure the gods can harm the opponent.

Such weapons are hard to find.

In the galaxy, if you want to get such a weapon, perhaps you can only get it from those ancient ruins.

Before Abaddon became the leader of the Black Legion, he wandered everywhere, looking for the lost pieces, looking for the truth of the matter.

He also knew the ancient battle of heaven, and even the ancient battle of civilization.

Compared with the long-lasting battle of civilizations, the war between humans and the gods is like a child's play house.

The stars are annihilated, and even the laws of physics, space, and time have become weapons of attack.

Such a war is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Nor could Abaddon.

How could those mathematical laws become weapons! !

However, Abaddon did not delve into this issue.

He just wanted to find weapons that could hurt those so-called gods.

Let that idiot know that the so-called omniscience and omnipotence can't be arrogant.

God is also mortal.

What's more, it's just a clone.