Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The news of the duel spread to every corner of the solar system, and even spread to other places through the developed communication network.

caused huge waves.

Many people came here for this duel.

Even the assembled army is looking forward to this morale-boosting duel.

Who would give up such fun! !

What an exciting thing it is to ravage a warmaster chosen by the four gods.

That kind of carefree feeling is very similar to the kind of carefree feeling that after enjoying the little succubus' dragon, he pats his butt and turns his head away.

It is also a great deterrent to Chaos traitors lurking within the Empire.

This is the fate of anyone who wants to betray humanity and the empire.

Not only have to be tortured, but also humiliated again and again.

In the true sense, you cannot survive, you cannot die.

The time for the final was set before the expedition fleet set sail.

This day is coming soon.

With the help of followers of the Martian Mechanicus, a huge suspended duel platform was built at an extremely fast speed.

It is very wide and can accommodate a large number of people to watch the duel.

There are also countless cherubs and servo skulls that broadcast the grand duel, as well as various equipment specially used for high-definition broadcasts.

Make sure that those who can't buy tickets can also use holographic projection or virtual imaging to experience this bloody duel up close.

On the day of the finals, the bowl-shaped auditorium was even more full of people.

In order to warm up, the organizer also thoughtfully prepared several other programs to supplement the time.

Otherwise, if you enter the arena and play for ten minutes, it would be bad if the audience scolds you for a refund.

In the first show, a soldier from Catachan directly tore a Tyrann tyrant six meters tall and nearly two stories tall with his kinky muscles.

When the Tyranid tyrant fell, the soldier of Catachan received countless cheers and aroused the desire of countless people to join the army.

Slaughtering these monsters with the power of mortals is undoubtedly the most resonant thing for them.

Aster Tower can't do it, but it can still be done by joining the army and becoming the Star Guard.

Become an astral army, tear Tyron with his hands, kick creatures from other universes with his feet, and walk on the road of the strong from then on.

Next is a mech knight against ten Tyranids.

This is a duel project that Mars Mechanicus will add to show the empire the power of Mechanicus.

The mecha knight killed those giant Tyranid beasts in a snappy manner.

He lifted up a giant Tyrannosaurus, walked around the duel field, and finally blasted its head off with a melta cannon to complete the final kill.

This move can be called extremely handsome.

The audience, who were already cheering and blushing, screamed even harder.

The drivers of the Titan Legion and the Knights all showed pride.

This is their strength.

In the name of the Holy Emperor, nothing is their match.

In addition, there are several duels to kill aliens.

Those sent were all representatives of various forces.

All kinds of fancy weapons and killing processes are displayed.

Waiting until an Orthodox priest held a scepter and shouted a eulogy, he directly smashed the head of a light-emitting alien captured from another universe.

The two duels with the highest cheers in this duel also kicked off as the finale.

Betrayed wrath and survivors of the siege of Terra, attack the Dark Warmaster blessed by the Chaos Gods.

What an exciting thing to do.

Loken walked out from the gate on one side of the duel arena, and the atmosphere on the arena was extremely warm.

When the host read out the title of the Shadow Moon Wolf.

The cheers from the audience were deafening.

People roared his name and made the emblem of the eagle ceremony on their chests with their hands.

The air resounded with choirs singing hymns to the Holy Emperor and Emperor.

They are looking forward to the end of this grievance.

The strength of human beings makes them feel proud.

What could be more exciting than the return of a once hopeless hero to defeat the traitors?

Looking at the cheering crowd, Loken finally understood why the Forbidden Army would rather give up their honor as fighters to ensure victory in this duel.

Because this gamble is not only his honor, but the morale of the entire human race, and even the belief of all human beings.

This duel conveys a lot.

The rise of the human empire, the struggle of mankind, and some more important things.

Trampling the co-election of the four gods is, in a sense, a means of declaring war on the four gods.

Defeat them symbolically.

Humilating those traitors in the duel field can promote people's sense of identity with the regime of the empire and the collective of mankind.

The Traitors of Chaos have tortured many Loyalists in such a way, and now the Imperium of Man returns blood for blood.

Loken stood in the center of the field and stretched his muscles.

The armor's servos groaned barely audibly as he moved.

After the servants conducted a final inspection for him, they turned and left.

And the door on the other side of the duel field was opened.

It was Loken's first opponent, Erebus.

Chains engraved with countless complicated runes are bound to Erebus' body.

In addition to these chains, there are various confinement devices on his body.

It was like a wild beast being imprisoned, being pulled up by the forbidden army.

Constantly growling and making various roaring sounds.

His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe that the empire would use such means to torture himself.

Erebus looked extremely embarrassed.

Not to mention ragged clothes.

I don't know from which corner of Gada those forbidden soldiers found an old battle armor from the Great Expedition period for Erebus to wear.

Of course it was still clean.

Also intimately made a mark of a chaotic eight-pointed star.

Erebus who was being dragged kept roaring.

He could already foresee his own sad fate.

Being stepped on by Loken, it became a stepping stone for his strong return.

Shameless.

This is the only comment Erebus had on this duel.

This is an unfair duel.

Loken was wearing the latest model of power armor, and the space was distorted in the slightly rippling light.

And his is just a set of ordinary Great Crusade power armor.

The gap between the two is like holding a spear against a Leman Russ heavy tank.

He would rather die quickly than suffer such humiliation.

However, under Guilliman's orders, they could not even die.

Pharmacists are on call to intervene as soon as they detect any suicidal tendencies in them, releasing nanomolecular robots to repair it.

Even if you cut yourself into eighteen pieces, those bastards can easily repair it.

Then put the story of his suicide in the introduction content before the cage.

Let these god-chosen who once galloped the galaxy, made countless humans fear, and regarded them as nightmares lose face, and become the laughing stock of those mortals time and time again.

Gone is their reputation, the fear they once created.

Now they are no different from poor clowns.

If anything, they haven't gotten a big red nose yet.

Under the leadership of that bastard Guilliman, the human empire has become more and more shameless.

Tulsa, Sha Luojin and others also stood on the audience stage.

Naturally, they would not miss this grievance duel that spanned tens of thousands of years.

The crimes committed by rebels such as Erebus are too numerous to list.

Shaluojin and Tulsa are all survivors of the Battle of Isstvan V.

They witnessed how those traitors slaughtered those loyalists, and they also saw with their own eyes what kind of cruel torture those captured loyalists were subjected to.

Sharokin and others launched a guerrilla war after fleeing the Istfan galaxy in the Sisylphum.

During that time, they witnessed too many terrible things.

Naturally, when they raided the enemy, they found some captured fighting brothers.

But the ending of many battle brothers is very sad.

Slaves reduced to sparring, decapitated in the arena, and hung in corridors as trophy fighters.

Become a sacrifice to the gods, have their throats slit, and hang on a rack to die.

Some battle-brothers were even tortured to the point of insanity.

Shaluojin and others could only endure the grief and show the emperor's mercy to those fighting brothers.

The crimes committed by Abaddon, Erebus and others cannot be repaid no matter what method is used.

Even if they are tortured and humiliated and become the eternal laughing stock of the human race, that is the retribution they deserve.

Amid the deafening cheers and insults from the audience, Erebus was dragged into the arena.

Loken stretched his muscles and casually picked a warhammer from the floating weapon rack.

He put the visor back on, revealing that resolute face.

"I'll smash every bone in you, Erebus."

"Loken." Erebus roared: "You know this is an unequal battle, where is your warrior soul? Do you think it makes sense to humiliate me with such an unfair duel?"

"Soul of a warrior?" Loken showed a bright smile, "You are not a warrior, you are just a vile beast. The soul of a warrior is used to duel with those noble people, you are not worthy, Erebus .”

"You have become despicable, Loken." Erebus said through gritted teeth, "You think we have betrayed humans, so what does Guilliman say? Look at him now, what is the difference between him and a god? What is the difference between you and us? It is nothing more than that we believe in the four gods, while you worship the fifth god."

"You have burned the foundation of mankind." Loken's tone became indifferent again, "Horus and the four gods smashed the dreams of mankind to pieces, and His Majesty gave us a new one. The gods will be high above, overlooking all living beings, and destroying mankind. Treat life and death as a game, but His Majesty will not."

"Erebus, hurry up and choose your weapon. Don't try to shake my mind with words. I have seen your despicable lies countless times."

Erebus had a gloomy face, his face was very scary.

In addition to the distortion formed after receiving the blessings of the four gods, there are also some injuries left during the great rebellion.

At the beginning, he blamed Horus for losing the battle, but Horus cut off half of his face directly.

Later in another battle, he was stopped by Corax and severely beaten. If Lorgar and Curtz hadn't arrived, he might have been torn apart alive by the Raven Lord.

Those twisted, ferocious, centipede-like scars on the face are enough to scare mortals into nightmares every night.

He chose a longsword.

Erebus's swordsmanship is very powerful, and he was on par with Lucius, Sigismund and other masters during the Great Crusade.

The chains and restraints on his body were opened, and Erebus felt the surging power return to his body again.

A deep roar sounded, and the huge body also moved.

The speed is extremely fast.

Blessed by the gods and gifted by the emperor, Erebus has power beyond the reach of mortals.

Loken also moved.

Warhammer and longsword collided with great speed.

Sparks burst forth with every sound of steel clashing.

Two indefatigable and skilled bodies fought on the dueling field.

Loken didn't use his full strength at the beginning, he was learning to use this powerful body in the fight of life and death.

In all fairness, this new body has infinite power.

Far beyond Loken's imagination.

No matter how he swayed, he never felt the slightest fatigue.

There will always be endless power.

Every cell is venting infinite energy, allowing him to keep fighting.

The fighting temporarily calmed down the cheering people.

Many returning fighters stopped shouting, but calmly watched the duel between the two sides, learned from it, and thought about how to make moves if they were on top.

Every move of Erebus was extremely vicious, wanting Loken's life.

But Loken can always deal with it easily.

The weapons of both sides bit together.

Hammer against sword, sword against hammer.

Erebus tried his best to overwhelm Loken, but his expression was relaxed from beginning to end.

It's as if the other party just uses it as a whetstone.

No rush to beat him.

A gasp came from Erebus' visor.

He panted heavily, using both the genetically enhanced muscle bundles and the armored artificial muscle bundles, but he still couldn't make Loken move an inch.

As soon as Loken exerted force suddenly, he was forced to stagger back.

This is a huge flaw, if the opponent presses a step, he loses.

Loken didn't do that.

Instead, he took two steps back and was not in a hurry to win.

This humiliation of being teased made Erebus even more angry, and he rushed forward again.

The blade was blocked by the opponent.

Sparks flew from where they collided.

He slashed again, but was easily blocked by Loken.

Erebus roared with force, he stepped back, and then used the gap to send out a more ferocious slash.

Loken just dodged to the side, making his attack miss.

Erebus felt endless anger in his heart.

Loken was playing himself.

He can easily win this victory.

But he didn't do that, but regarded himself as a whetstone, and played with himself again and again.

"Go to hell." Erebus yelled, "Who do you think you are? Javier Loken, I am the messenger of the gods. Do you really think you are powerful? Can you really play tricks on me?"

Erebus completely exploded.

Blessed power, genetically reshaped power, and ultimate speed endowed by Power Armor technology.

With a roar, the long sword in his hand slashed at Loken with unprecedented strength and speed.

Loken was even faster than him.

It even moved close to him, leaving no chance for him to fight back.

The swung fist hit Erebus in the face.

The sound of bone cracking and the sound of the helmet shattering sounded at the same time, and Erebus not only missed the shot, but also suffered heavy injuries.

He staggered a few steps back to the left.

The warhammer in Loken's hand slammed into his chest.

Erebus felt like a battleship crashing into his chest at the speed of light.

The entire huge body flew up and crashed directly into the distance.

When it landed, it was like plowing the ground, plowing hundreds of meters on the solid stone slab.

Loken walked over with his warhammer in hand.

"So what if I'm just playing tricks on you? Let your god punish me."

Erebus, who fell to the ground, spit out blood foam continuously.

He felt like all his bones were broken.

Can't even move a finger.

At this moment, he suddenly hated the gods.

They are so strong, why don't they lower their punishment?

Why not kill that brute Guilliman?

Why not kill those who dare to disobey them?

Why?

Are they not gods?

Erebus roared in his heart.

The originally shaky faith completely collapsed after Loken swept his dignity to the ground.

Those who stick to the truth of the empire are now coming back one by one.

With honor, to be admired and adored by the world.

And those believers who claimed to have seen through the truth of the universe at the beginning have become a laughing stock.

Loken walked up to him, put a foot on his head, and spat on his broken face.

"Erebus, you are a piece of trash."

Erebus wanted to say something.

But his throat was crushed by Loken stepping ahead of time.

"I know you want to say some harsh words to provoke me to kill you, don't dream, I won't kill you. Erebus, you have many enemies, and they are all back. The Istvan galaxy and Kao The Star System, and even the Battle of Terra, and many of those battles, you don't forget them all, Erebus. It doesn't matter if you forget, they'll help you remember."

Hearing these words, Erebus showed a frightened expression.

Loken bent down and set his hammer, then grabbed Erebus with both hands and raised it above his head.

"I said it would break your spine and make you look like a dead dog."

"No!" Erebus cried, "Don't do that."

"Shadow Moon Wolf." Loken roared angrily, "Words must be followed."

Erebus was thrown so violently that his back landed right on the set-up hammer.

The crisp bone cracking sound resounded through the audience.

There was a brief moment of silence among the people, followed by overwhelming cheers.

Sharokin and the others also howled with excitement.

Torgadun jumped up from the ground excitedly, waving his fists.

Hearing Erebus' screams gave him a sense of comfort from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

Erebus fell to the ground, motionless like a dead dog.

Two servo skulls flew over, stretched out mechanical prosthetic limbs and dragged it out of the field, and the Custodians waited at the entrance, ready to perform some simple treatments on Erebus to avoid death.

"Next." Loken raised his warhammer and roared loudly at the cheering crowd: "Next."