Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Chapter 487 The return of Malcador (for subscription)

The galaxy burns.

Father and son drew their swords against each other.

Brothers kill each other.

The great dream was thus shattered.

Every warrior who realizes this is heartbroken.

The Astartes who devoted themselves to the Great Crusade all dreamed of following the Emperor and building a great kingdom.

The dream is to build a galaxy empire belonging to human beings.

This dream is destroyed by the inferiority of human beings.

Horus turned his back on mankind and fell into the arms of evil gods.

Arrogant to declare war on his father.

Trying to drag human beings into the dark abyss that will never be bright.

The Istfan Galaxy has carried too much sorrow and sorrow of the Salamander Legion.

Lost too many brothers.

So much so that the entire beach was covered with piles of corpses.

But the son of Prometheus of Nocturne will never compromise.

For their souls are made of the fire of Nocturne, forged and formed on the anvil of the blacksmith.

No force can completely destroy it.

They must be reassembled in the fire and return again.

With the fire of vengeance, vent the anger in your heart to those powerful enemies.

When Tulsa woke up.

He saw the fiery flames burning the sky and the earth.

Everywhere is red.

Even the space has been burned like a piece of iron, burning red and red.

Everywhere you can see is flames.

The sinister laughter of the gods echoed in his ears, mocking the weakness and humbleness of mortals.

Countless screams came from the sea of ​​flames.

The remains of his companions burned in the sea of ​​fire.

He was in an isolated island in a sea of ​​fire.

The tumbling heat wave distorted the line of sight, and the smoke and dust caused by the flames were visible to the naked eye, just floating in the air.

On the black reef lay weapons and a huge jar depicting a double-headed eagle.

Scattered memories surfaced.

He remembered that he should have died when the Sons of Horus attacked the moon.

Why is he still here?

Is the war lost?

Have human beings become slaves and playthings of the gods?

Is this the sea of ​​fire where he is destined to suffer forever?

"No!" Tulsa grabbed the weapon and roared towards the sky, "Don't think that a son of Prometheus will surrender at your feet, dark gods, even if this is hell, I will go out. "

His voice echoed in the flames.

The wild laughter of the gods was as usual.

There is a gust of breeze in the roiling heat wave, how incongruous it is with this terrible flame hell.

There was a call in the wind.

A commanding voice sent him through the dreadful sea of ​​flames to bring back the jar bearing the emblem of the golden double-headed eagle.

Tulsa looked at the jar. It was clean and shiny, and it was in the shape of a cylinder. In addition to the golden double-headed eagle, it also had the emblem of the Genetic Cult of the Moon.

"Is it the original mother?" Tulsa subconsciously recognized the identity of the jar.

It was the original mother copy that he and the Night Guard-Sharokin, the Father of Steel-Velander, the Iron Warrior-Brantan and others captured.

The original mother is very mysterious and powerful.

Its origins can be traced back to the dark age of technology.

The Emperor created the Twenty Primarchs from the Primordial Mother and some Dragons from the Nether and knowledge of the Warp.

And based on the twenty primarchs, twenty legions of space fighters were created.

During the Horus Heresy, the Sons of Horus invaded the Moon and defeated the Genetic Church of the Moon.

At that time, a gene witch took away the original mother from the treasure house of Wanshi according to the request of the gene mother, and sent a distress signal to the void.

The cruiser USS Sisyphum, where Tulsa was located, received the distress signal.

The solar system at that time was the worst.

Horus, by some evil means, tore a terrible rift near Terra.

The unimaginable force of the fleet crossed the void defenses of the solar system and appeared near the orbit of Terra.

All kinds of news made everyone on the Sisyphum panic and uneasy.

The Rebels came to Terra with overwhelming force, leaving nothing to chance.

Everyone was caught off guard by this.

The void is burning and planets are being shattered.

Endless terror, death and brutality hang over the land of human origin.

The grinning laughter of the gods resounded throughout the galaxy, cheering for the drama they directed.

The Sisylphum was battered, its hull nearly torn apart after breaking away from the battlefield of the Jupiter Line.

Even the best Mechanicum sages cannot repair it.

Sha Luojin and others finally chose to respond to the distress signal of the genetic witch.

They traveled to the Moon and took the Prime Mother from the Sons of Horus.

Tulsa did not see the end of the operation.

His last memory is of endless pain.

The pain of being burned by the flames.

The temperature of the flame mixed with huge materials is so high that it can melt everything.

In order to take away the original mother, he chose to trek in the sea of ​​fire.

Lie Yan fused his armor with his flesh and blood, and even burned his flesh and blood, and he could see the white bones.

The pain of being burned by the flames made Tulsa feel a trace of fear in her heart.

He would die, like the corpses in the flames.

But in the next second, his sense of mission and pride made him take the first step.

It is the duty of each salamander to bear what the others cannot.

Stand where others fall, and when they flinch, keep marching toward the flames.

He picked up the weapon, carried the pot on his back, and walked towards the flames.

The sky burns and the earth melts.

Atomic flames seared his armor and flesh.

The radioactive fire burned through his helmet and licked his face.

The burning pain came from the bone, like torture.

His skin was scorched by the heat, peeling away at the weakest point of his skull.

With every step he took, pain shot up his bones and into his spine.

Unimaginable pain filled his mind like glass, and his body seemed to be on fire.

Tulsa was determined to go.

Step by step.

Let your body be engulfed in flames.

The dark skin fell off, and the flesh and blood splashed in the surrounding hell storm, like cinders popping out of the furnace.

The grinning laughter of the gods echoed in his ears.

They promise eternal happiness to Tulsa.

As long as he is willing to give up and lie down, there will be no more pain.

And just give up, what a simple and happy thing.

Tulsa was unwavering.

The sons of Prometheus were born bathed in fire, and pain was the hammer with which they were beaten.

They don't give in to pain, they just conquer it doggedly.

Tulsa has no fear.

Lie Yan made him fall again and again, but he stood up again and again amidst the roar.

The shiny jar was getting heavier and heavier, making his steps more and more faltering, every step forward was so difficult and painful.

The raging and scorching flames gave him the illusion of returning to Nocturne.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Tulsa still did not surrender to the pain.

As always, he traversed the sea of ​​flames.

The sinister laughter of the gods turned into an angry roar.

It was deafening, causing the entire subspace to set off turbulent waves.

They've inflicted so much desperation and misery on the damned wretch. ,

Why can he persist? ?

Why can he still go on like this step by step?

Tulsa stepped out, and a gust of cool wind blew in front of him, causing his charred flesh and blood to burst like a dry shell.

He saw the endless grasslands and the mountains stretching to the end of the sky.

After looking around for a week, I found myself standing on a high mountain.

The boundless green forest is as green as precious jade, and it is blown by the wind, undulating like the waves of the sea.

Flocks of birds flitted across the sky, enjoying the freedom and fresh air.

Looking back, the sea of ​​fire and hell that was raging just now has disappeared.

There are only endless green grasslands and forests.

"Congratulations, Tulsa." A voice came, "Your courage and persistence are impressive. Those terrible fires will burn the unsteady to ashes, but you are so strong. You have won Victory in this trial, the wrath of the gods is their impotence, and they should never underestimate the courage and conviction of men."

Tulsa followed the sound and saw an old man in a robe holding a scepter decorated with a double-headed eagle on the top.

He stood there, robes covering his face.

This is a creature that lives in intrigue and deceit.

By Space Marine standards, the old man was too thin.

He bent his back, as if standing here had exhausted all his strength.

"Who are you?" Tulsa didn't take it lightly because of the other party's thinness.

Bugs can also bring down tigers.

Pride is the companion of death.

Tulsa's lips twitched slightly. ,

"Don't you know me?" The old man raised his head and looked at the son of Prometheus.

Seeing the other person's face, Tulsa subconsciously took two steps back.

He opened his mouth.

Then his face became sad.

"Are you dead too? Lord Regent. It seems that we have failed!!"

Tulsa had the honor of being on Terra with her Primarch, Vulkan.

At that time, Horus had not yet become the Warmaster.

The War Council still holds all power in the nascent empire.

As regent, Malcador was responsible for raising resources for the expedition and establishing all the rules and regulations of the new empire.

When Vulkan arrived on Terra, he was received by Malcador as a Primarch. ,

Tulsa also got to meet the Empire's second in command.

An extremely important advisor and assistant to the Emperor.

The Emperor, the Prime Minister - Malcador, and the Marshal of the Custodian Army - Valdor are also known as the Big Three of the Empire.

Their power is the highest in the empire.

Even the original body, in a sense, is in their inferior position.

It is only the Primarch's control of the army that makes the world look like the Primarch is the most powerful existence under the Emperor.

Tulsa knew she was dead.

Even if he was born on Nocturne, he couldn't have survived the flames.

The second-in-command of the empire like Malcador appeared here.

Apart from the failure of the Battle of Terra, Tulsa could not find any reason.

The sanctuary has been breached and the empire is over.

The only thing they can do is revenge.

Malcador smiled and shook his head.

"We have not lost, nor have we won. The Emperor has not completed his vision, and the Four have not had what they wanted. There is an impasse between them."

"Then why are you here, my lord?" Tulsa asked.

"I'm dead." Malcador showed a trace of fatigue when he said this, "The battle of Terra drained the last drop of blood, and I died in that battle. My master spent ten thousand I collected most of my soul fragments from the subspace in 2009. In order to gain enough time and prevent the Lord of Darkness from coming, he gathered all his forces and slammed into the four gods to ensure that they would not be able to interfere with the empire in a short time. He handed us all over to Thirteen before finally leaving."

"My duty now is to help those lost souls go back. The war is not over, and we still have unfulfilled responsibilities."

"No. 13? The Primarch of the Ultramarines Legion? Roboute Guilliman?" Tulsa knew all the wargroups well, and was naturally familiar with the Primarchs.

"You can no longer call Number Thirteen like that." Malcador said, "Number Thirteen is the new Lord of Humanity, the new ruler of the empire, and the person you will be loyal to."

"What the hell happened!!" Tulsa looked blank, with endless confusion and confusion in her eyes.

"When you return to the real universe, you will understand everything." Malcador said: "Hurry up and go back, the great battle is about to start, and the lost heroes will return. The embers will fly upward and blaze again The earth is burning. Horus' rebellion is but a blip compared with the conflict to come."

"How do I get back into the real universe?" Tulsa asked.

"Why don't you take a look at what you vowed to bring out from the sea of ​​fire?" Malcador smiled.

"That's just the primordial mother, yes."

Tulsa didn't finish her sentence.

He was surprised to find that what he had memorized just now was not the original mother copy, but a huge key with the emblem of a double-headed eagle.

The key turned into a point of light, floating in the air.

He looked along the light spot, and found that the beautiful scenery behind him just now had turned into a vast biological laboratory.

The walls of the laboratory are riveted with silver-white metal. The technology is very superb, and there is no trace of welding, as if it is a natural piece.

Bright lights shone down from the ceiling.

A huge training cabin appeared in front of him.

It is the naked self soaked in the nutrient solution.

"A perfect body can be awakened just waiting for the soul to enter it." Malcador said: "Go and complete your unfinished mission, son of Prometheus."

"And you, my lord?" Tulsa asked.

"The time has not come yet." After saying this, Malcador disappeared.

Tulsa blinked, only to find herself soaked in the nutrient solution.

We are not in a paradise with a beautiful environment, but in a biological laboratory.

There are a large number of biological cabins standing in the biological laboratory, and naked warriors float in them, with their eyes closed, waiting for their souls.

[The target has awakened, and the ecological characteristics are stable. 】

The nutrient solution was slowly pumped out, and with the humming sound of the machine, the nutrient bulkhead slowly retracted to the ground.

The limp Tulsa was stabilized by several industrial machine slaves, washed and placed on a soft, white mobile bed.

A priest in a red robe walked up to Tulsa.

Four or five servo skulls linked to the spine floated in the air.

"Do you know your name?" came a mechanical, emotionless voice from a servo-skull.

"Tulsa, 24th Company, Salamander Legion, Apothecary."

"Very well, take him to the recovery room." The priest said, "Praise the Holy Emperor for bringing back a lost soul."

The Emperor's Sovereign is a marvel of human science.

All kinds of incredible technology can be found here.

Vulkan, who has been forging weapons, took advantage of the convenience of the webway to rush from his forge world to the solar system.

Guilliman had an emissary pass him the password.

From the mouth of the messenger, Vulkan knew that Guilliman also summoned Russ and Corax.

Ruth has gone to universe 03 to perform the task of killing gods.

Corax was still with Guilliman, seemingly planning something.

He was involved, or his help was needed.

Exit from the Webway Port located inside the Emperor Supreme.

When Guilliman came to the throne, he had been on the Imperial Sovereign, when the Empire was just recovering.

The Emperor Supreme is not as exaggerated as it is today, with all kinds of unimaginable and miraculous technologies.

Space folds, dimension pockets and more.

The Emperor Supreme is said to be a celestial body-class battleship, but the actual space is definitely more than the volume of a planet.

Many building facilities only reserved one entrance on the Emperor Supreme.

It looks like a small portal, but when you walk in, it is a whole city.

The empire's application of space dimension technology has been popularized to the civilian stage.

Vulkan has been busy forging weapons, combining the technology of the empire with the knowledge of the warp to forge one artifact after another.

He has recently focused on a good neutron star, and is trying to figure out a way to see if he can compress it and make it into a weapon.

That's really a magical soldier who dies when knocked, and is injured when rubbed.

He didn't pay attention to how prosperous the empire is now.

Millions of wide corridors, capable of passing huge trains and various vehicles.

They are like veins, connecting the entire Emperor Supreme.

The two sides of the corridor are connected with different pocket dimension spaces or folding spaces.

In those folding spaces, there are commercial trade, special food, and various factories and so on.

In some pocket dimension spaces specially used for trading, there are a lot of goods and a dazzling array.

Goods from all over the universe, and even other universes, can be found in those dimensions of commercial transactions.

In some places, other universes are even being bought and sold, creatures that can be kept in captivity and used as pets.

A group of merchants who followed the Expeditionary Force of the Expedition 0 universe obtained a group of strange species such as flying dragons and phoenixes from other worlds.

After bringing it back, it made a lot of money, and even set off a wave of alien craze.

Many adventurers, like cowboys, try their best to go to another world to see if they can rise from there.

Even Vulkan had never imagined such prosperity.

If it was during the Great Expedition, who would have believed that there would be such a prosperous age.

Even the evil god who claims to be able to see the future would never have guessed that the achievements of human beings would be so terrifying.

Vulkan concealed his shocked expression in front of the messengers, and followed them out of the complicated corridor to meet his brother.

When Vulkan saw Guilliman, he was staying in the study with Corax, discussing certain things in front of several cosmic projections.

Fingers slide those cosmic projections, as if a creation god unimaginable by mortals is playing with the universe. +

"Your Majesty." Vulcan said respectfully.

Guilliman nodded.

"Here you come. My brother."