Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Abaddon stared at the camera in front of him with an ugly face.

The demon that merged with the console howled, screaming for the arrival of the enemy.

A fleet blocked their way.

The size of the fleet is unusually large, one after another, continuous, with no end in sight.

Each bears the unique golden double-headed eagle emblem of the Empire, shining even in the dark void.

One of the battleships was exceptionally familiar.

At least it is very familiar to Abaddon and many veterans who have lived to this day during the Great Crusade.

Queen of Glory class battleship - Macragge's Glory.

The flagship of the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion.

It is now owned by his beloved general - Calgar.

The Ultramarines had their own Celestial, but Calgar preferred the Macragge's Glory to that Celestial.

"There is a signal coming in." A dark mechanical priest shouted.

The main consoles built by the demons and Vashtor all trembled.

The data slave trembled, sending out snippets of basic binary code.

Static electricity dances in the air, forming in the air like some special lines.

The image is flickering and grainy due to some interference.

The image outlined by the beams revealed a throne of carved bronze and white stone unique to Macragge.

Those white stones with white patterns and stripes are a specialty of the planet Macragge.

High backs and broad armrests are framed by braziers and stacks of candles.

Its light even dyed the white rock into the color of amber, and cast dancing shadows on the body of the King of War sitting on the throne.

He is Guilliman's most important general, a legendary hero of the Empire who is as famous as Dante and Logan, the most powerful fighters under the Primarch, and has lived to be 1,100 years old.

He is Calgar, Lord of Macragge, Chapter Master of the Ultramarines.

Calgar sits on his throne on the Glory of Macragge.

Almost real anger burned in his chest.

His eyes looked at Abaddon and the others through the communicator.

Calgar straightened his back like a vigilant king, his sharp eyes were full of terrible anger.

He is stronger than before.

Four original casting upgrades gave him the confidence to challenge the gods.

"Calgar." Abaddon said in a deep voice, "You are really persistent."

Calgar rose from his throne.

The terrifying gloves, enough to blow up a heavy tank with one punch, were installed on his hands.

"Today is your end, Abaddon. Know what this is?"

He stretched out his hand covered with heavy iron armor, and lightly bumped the cage beside him.

Under the puzzled eyes of Abaddon and others, he said word by word: "This is the cage where you gang of lackeys are held, Abaddon. I have asked someone to reserve a place for you in Terra. Didn't you always want to Go back to Terra!! Soon, you will get what you want."

Abaddon has been driven to a corner, awaiting the final judgment.

Terra's Apostle of Atonement would be his final destination.

It has always been Calgar's wish to capture this great enemy of the empire with his own hands.

The opponent has already escaped several times in a row in his hands.

This time, he will never let the other party escape again.

The area they were in had already been paved with the exorcism dead zone, the same one that the Necrons had laid out before.

Calgar set it up as a cage, cutting off the traitors' access to the warp space of the Eye of Terror, forcing them to use sublight speed to navigate in the real universe.

Abaddon's sorcery would also be weakened in this realm.

They never had a chance to save the Great Marauder.

Calgar's haughty words made many Chaos Warriors howl.

All kinds of roars and screams of killing were transmitted to Calgar through the communication.

The traitors vented their killing intent and hatred to the empire.

Chaos worshipers mingled with mutants and Chaos warriors.

They have been irritated.

In those words full of resentment and hatred, one could feel the urge of those guys to tear Calga apart.

They could not accept Calgar's humiliation.

Take a dog crate and say you're going to stuff them in it and take them all to Terra.

If such a shameful humiliation is endured, all the gods will probably abandon him.

Calgar paid no heed to the curses of the cultists and traitors of Chaos.

Just look at them with a kind of compassion.

He raised a hand and gave the order.

"Attack and capture them all."

As Calgar's words fell, the space fluctuated violently.

The demon that merged with the main console screamed.

Various images appeared on the monitor.

The empire directly launched the jump gang remotely.

Using his unique teleportation technology, he entered the Omen Ark made by Bashtor.

Those arks were all fused with the hulks that Bashtor used his special ability to guide Abaddon's men to fish out of the warp.

It is very huge, although it is not comparable to the Celestial Class warships of the Empire, it is more magnificent than other warships of the Empire.

It is huge, with a length of more than 150 kilometers from bow to stern, like a steel mountain floating in space.

Strangely fused together by the power of the Warp.

Various turrets, shield generators, astrolabe blades, weapons and support systems are all available.

There are even temples of the gods, and a ritual chain of binding runes that is dozens of kilometers long.

Unfortunately, Abaddon did not have enough resources to build a shield generator that would shelter the entire Ark of Omens and would be able to block the Empire's teleportation technology.

The Legion is too poor.

This time, the expedition with the Cancerous Legion failed to grab anything, and was brutally brutalized by the empire.

The loss was already heavy, so how could there be resources to strengthen the Ark of Ominous Omens.

Abaddon plans to return to the Eye of Terror first, where there are still a large number of dark foundries, which will allow him to perfect the functions of the Ark of Omen, making it a real ship of destruction.

Calgar had no intention of giving him the chance.

Relying on his powerful teleportation technology, he directly ordered the warriors who had been waiting for a long time to jump into combat and capture Abaddon alive.

Calgar and his warriors cut into the interior of the Ark of Omens.

Its accuracy is comparable to using an industrial electric drill to complete a heart surgery.

There are not only Chaos traitors and cultists in it, but also some warp creatures that even the enemy themselves don't know.

When Vashtor used its uncanny abilities to create the Ark of Omens, it didn't banish the monstrous creatures of the warp.

The battle broke out immediately after the teleportation.

There were endless battle roars, and the voice of fighting for the Holy Emperor kept ringing out.

Often a battlefield fell into a short period of calm, followed by the sound of fighting on the other side.

Loyalists do not hesitate to attack any enemy in sight.

An explosion shook the giant battleship.

A large number of detection devices were released.

They transmit scan data and detected enemies to the hands of Imperial loyalists, giving them full knowledge of enemy firing positions and hiding places.

Most of the area on Omen's Ark is inactive, and many halls are decayed and inhabited by some weird warp creatures.

Calgar and others did not have the habit of letting go of those guys.

He asked his men to chop the creatures to pieces, and then sent them a few bolts to destroy them screaming.

Calgar's raiding force encountered some fighting intermittently.

The more you push forward, the more intense the sound of the battle becomes.

Obviously, Abaddon concentrated all his subordinates in the central area.

Ambushes occasionally burst out of the Dark Maze.

Attack Calgar and others with all kinds of weird weapons.

The traitor's weapons have also been enhanced, capable of piercing the armor of Primaris warriors.

If they were set on fire and failed to escape in time, they might be killed.

Apart from those traitors, there are also those mechanical puppets with weird shapes.

They possess powerful force and are huge in number, which is the greatest resistance to the surprise attack of Calgar and others.

Loyalists can only slash and slash continuously, and they can also use the powerful physique and abilities brought about by the upgrade of the original cast to fight the enemy.

Calgar has no mercy at all. The traitors will be killed, and the mechanical puppets will be killed, and even the slaves they encounter will be slaughtered. Some ragged slaves knelt down and begged Calgar and others to forgive them.

Calgar showed no mercy, he killed the slaves.

Beat them to pieces with his iron fists.

Harvest them in rows with his storm bolter.

"There is no forgiveness here. Even if you die ten thousand times, it is better than betraying the empire. You have made the wrong choice."

Where the assault troops rushed past, there would only be leftover limbs and arms flying around and bright red bloodstains.

The Empire has never forgiven.

Anyone who is an enemy of the empire will be punished most cruelly.

Those who betray the interests of mankind will be cursed forever.

The deeper it went, the more terrifying the eerie whispers echoing in the ear.

However, these things can't stop the loyalists of the empire. They smashed through the defenses built by those idiots, killing and killing all the way.

Calgar hammered every traitor who tried to stop him.

Those weird mechanical puppets were also blown apart.

"For the sake of the Holy Emperor, rush in." Calgar roared: "We will use the blood of these idiots to stain the road here, and then put those beasts into the dog cage, and we will tell everyone that the lackeys of the evil god are This is the end."

After finishing speaking, Calgar rushed towards the enemy group.

Swearing loudly and swearing, the warriors gathered behind Calgar and charged after him.

The enemy was routed.

Loyalists rush toward the enemy like a torrent.

They fought their way into the lairs of the great enemies of the Rebellion.

Honso, Huron, and the Marauder-Abadon were all there.

"Calgar." Abaddon said word by word.

"Abadon," Calgar roared, "this day is your end."

"Many people say that." Abaddon stood up from the throne, and said: "From the Great Crusade to the war against the false emperor, they all said it. The result is that I am still alive, but they have long been forgotten. I I am a creature of the same era as your Primarch, and I will never be terminated by your hands."

Calgar showed anger, "You are not worthy to mention the name of the Holy Emperor."

Abaddon snorted coldly, mocking Calgar's words.

"Holy Emperor?? He really gives himself money. You don't know anything about this empire, Calgar, but you still have a choice, see the truth and stand by us. Otherwise, your Fate will also end in tragedy."

"The empire was created in our hands, we fought for it, built it with blood, sweat and fury, poured it out of the world we captured, the foundation stone of the entire empire was built from the flesh and blood of our brothers, your genes The Father is just a vile stealer."

"But you betrayed your lord and pushed mankind to the brink of destruction." Calgar retorted: "You have no right to express accusations. Only destruction and death can atone for your deplorable crimes."

No one will be convinced.

There is an unimaginable will between the two parties.

They firmly believe that the path they have chosen is the right one.

Abaddon launched a charge, the armor improved by Vashtor has even more terrible defensive capabilities, weighing several tons.

Only Abaddon can easily drive it.

He attacked Calga like a thunderbolt.

Fighting quickly broke out between the two sides.

Calgar's personal guard roared, vowing to bring down every enemy of the empire in this eerie hall.

Abaddon shook the ground with every step, holding the strange trident in one hand, and the magic sword-Drachanian in the other.

Calgar dodged a blow from the other side, and then dodged the slash of the magic sword.

Abaddon was cunning, and after seeing Calgar dodge his own attack, he revealed a flaw.

Wait until Carl hooks and punches him.

Abaddon's shoulder was shattered.

There was a huge gap in the thick armor, and the fragments pierced into the body of the big marauder.

Abaddon endured the pain, took advantage of the opportunity he got as bait, and thrust the trident tightly into Calgar's body.

That was a weapon enough to kill the One.

It easily broke Calga's armor and pierced his abdomen.

Let it make a painful sound.

Calgar, who has been upgraded four times, has super vitality.

He raised his fist, and the bolter attached to his fist was instantly fired.

Accompanied by a loud bang, Abaddon ate an explosive bomb at close range.

The jaw was shattered directly, and the fragments even pierced into the blood, and a painful howl came from the mouth of the great predator.

The pain caused Abaddon to let go of his trident.

Calgar ignored the trident in his body, punched Abaddon again.

The Great Marauder raised the magic sword in his hand, trying to block the opponent's blow.

Accompanied by a crisp impact sound, the magic sword in his hand - Drachanian came out and flew towards the dark statue beside him. The sharp blade even sank into it directly, and was inserted into the body of the statue made of strange materials.

Abaddon, without his weapon, could no longer stand against Calgar.

The opponent punched him in the face.

Half of the face was shattered, and the teeth and bones were mixed together.

After staggering a few steps, he fell to the ground.

Calgar looked around and saw the dark statue with the magic sword.

He grabbed the foot of Abaddon who fell to the ground, and with a roar, he swung it violently, smashing it towards the dark statue beside him.

The heavy statue broke with the sound of impact.

Abaddon let out an even more painful scream, lying in the pile of rubble like a dead dog.

After solving Abaddon, Calgar suddenly pulled out the trident that pierced into his body.

The bright red blood splashed out as the tip of the halberd covered with strange runes left the body.

The standard function of the Imperial Heart - Wound Healing works quickly.

Restore that shocking wound to its original state.

The nano-repair device of the armor was also activated and restored to its original appearance.

Seeing that his personal guards were still struggling to strangle those rebels, he couldn't help roaring, ready to go up and deal with those guys.

After taking two steps, a series of sirens sounded.

As soon as Calgar's legs were weak, he suddenly knelt on one knee on the ground.

The special power contained in that weapon came into play.

Calgar tried to get up, but his whole body was limp.

Seeing no one around Calgar, a Chaos Traitor thought he had a chance.

He charged forward with his ax full of filth and cursed runes.

Wants to cut off Calgar's head.

Suddenly, a burst of holy energy erupted, and all the traitors in the hall were blown away.

Dozens of blinding beams of light descended from the void, revealing the silhouettes of silver-gray and black warriors with halberds and crackling hammers.

They were the Black Templar and Gray Knights chasing Abaddon.

The friendly army directly pierced into the core of the empire with a brutal and powerful attitude, using a fast and ruthless rhythm to defeat those imperial rebels who still wanted to resist.

At this time, other teams rushed in from outside the door, besieging the traitors.

Huron was besieged by several primordial warriors, stabbed with swords, spears, halberds, hammers and fists, and soon he was overwhelmed.

Hong Suo didn't know who had injured his foot, and fell to the ground, trampled on by the group of Primordial cast warriors.

The mouth was crushed, and all the teeth were broken.

Vashtor was firmly under control.

As Calgar said before.

They were all stuffed into cages and sent to Terra like dead dogs.

Of course, Calgar was also sent back to Terra.

He was stuffed in a stasis field to prevent the injury from further aggravating.

The damage caused by that weapon was beyond the range that the pharmacists could treat.

Only the Holy Emperor can heal his generals,

"For the Holy Emperor." Su Xiao yelled insincerely, while piercing an SS-level player.

The whole world has been shrouded in flames of war.

The players who served the empire and the loyal players of the reincarnation game fought together.

Su Xiao used his bronze sword to harvest players one after another.

Pierce their bodies and make them dead.

After going through the task of almost dying at that lunatic, Su Xiao thought about it carefully.

A man like him has no loyalty.

Just creatures driven by profit.

The offensive of the empire is getting stronger and stronger, and the reincarnation game is showing a decline.

Although the reincarnation game still controls a large territory, they have no future with the national army in 1949.

There is a breath of revenge everywhere, and non-players hate players too much.

Once those players who failed to join the empire were caught, the consequences could only be described as dire.

How rampant those players were once, how miserable they will be after being caught.

Those ordinary people have been suppressed for too long, and their minds have been distorted.

The empire used their hatred to arm them and form legions to crazily retaliate against those players who were still loyal to the reincarnation game.

Rumors abound of players getting caught and being lynched in retaliation.

Su Xiao, who realized something was wrong, began to plan his own way out.

He used a prop to modify his appearance, and then went to a world where the empire had not yet arrived, but was on the verge of the front line. When the players belonging to the empire infiltrated, he transformed into a person with enlightenment and joined the empire. resistance team.

When the large army of the empire arrived, his identity would be cleared.

He still uses his own name, Su Xiao.

At first he was very nervous, afraid of being recognized.

It was only later that he realized that he was thinking too much.

The empire's need for native players is inexhaustible.

The inspectors didn't care what his name was.

I don't care about his past, as long as he swears allegiance to the emperor.

Su Xiao started a new killing journey, but this time it was not so interesting.

He had to obey the orders of the Empire, maintain teamwork with others, and act like he was considerate of ordinary people.

Very depressed.

I have to suppress the hatred in my heart and endure the orders of those bureaucrats.

But there is no way around this, there is a price to pay for everything.

He is not strong enough.

Only when he is strong enough can he do whatever he wants.

The only thing that can make Su Xiao relax is the killing on the battlefield.

Backed by the empire, it has complete logistics and medical means.

All he has to do is kill as much as he wants without any scruples.

Su Xiao eliminated his opponent, took away the opponent's props, and soon found a new target.

An incomparably beautiful, heroic female player.

The other party's screams must be very pleasant.