Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Sadness gripped the Glory of Macragge.

This great ship is currently under total martial law.

News of Calgar's injury circulated only among the ship's and some of the expedition's top brass.

His injury was terrible.

That rusty sword is too vicious, not only for the body, but also for the soul.

Once you really die, you may not even be able to keep your soul.

No one dared to release such news.

Calgar has led the expedition fleet for so long, and his extraordinary leadership skills have made him very popular with the soldiers of the Empire.

Once the news spread that he was seriously injured and dying, the consequences would be disastrous.

After discussion, several high-level officials could only block the news to avoid arousing the wrath of the imperial army.

The empire is currently capturing a group of prisoners from universe 04.

Had it been known that Calgar had been wounded, there might have been a mass execution of prisoners.

In desperation and panic, the genetic priests and pharmacists tried every means of curing Calga.

In the end, it can only be put into a sarcophagus that completely isolates subspace, time, space, fate, and all concepts of truth.

This is a cutting-edge technological creation that has not yet been promoted.

This thing is equivalent to extracting the space gap from the current long river of time, and then making it into a time capsule independent of the background time,

Able to stop Calgar's time completely.

The property of isolating the warp can also protect Calgar from being harmed by those mysterious forces.

Let him maintain his current state and return to Terra.

This is the best way the sages who rescued him could think of.

When the expeditionary force cheered, the Glory of Macragge quietly left the battlefield through the opened subspace passage, set off to return to the local universe, and returned to Terra to seek the treatment of the Holy Emperor.

The urgent order was quickly conveyed to all the inter-universe stations, requiring them to fully cooperate with the passage of the Glory of Macragge and to postpone all matters.

Command scribes are marked with the highest-ranked sigil of the Aquila.

If anyone dares to violate it, the trial court will directly come to liquidate it.

As soon as the document was released, all the managers of the stations along the way were shocked.

The inter-universe channel is an important channel connecting the local universe and other universes.

It is difficult to calculate the number of ships that pass every day.

The materials that need to be transported are even more massive.

Now that they have all given way to the Glory of Macragge, how can these guys not be shocked.

A diversion site to Universe 03.

This is a huge fortress, reaching an astonishing scale in terms of length, width and height.

The old-fashioned battleship with a height of five kilometers and a length of twenty kilometers looked very small in front of the fortress.

The large-scale transport fleet is like a stray ant colony, small in size, numerous in number, and unobtrusive.

When the humans from other universes saw this majestic building, they were all amazed at the first moment.

Even Asakami Shion, who has become the commander of the legion, was shocked by the horror of the empire and the god she believed in when she saw the fortress.

The body of Asakami Shion has become more and more perfect in the optimization program of the heart of the empire and the impregnation of divine power.

A delicate face is like a finely crafted work of art, just looking at it can make countless men fall into it.

Fair and flawless skin, as if curdled with high-purity milk, is silky and has a light body fragrance.

Wearing a black goth dress as always.

The only difference is that she is no longer barefoot, but wearing knee-high white socks and a pair of cute and delicate flat shoes.

Under normal conditions, the hallmark aura of a living saint does not appear behind her head.

The halo will only appear when in battle.

The existence of the halo is a very exciting thing for the imperial forces on the battlefield.

After becoming a living saint, Asakami Shion's victories and achievements are enough to make her an imperial hero who can be recorded by historians.

For this reason, I got the opportunity to visit the empire, study, and meet the holy emperor.

For Asakami Shion, it is undoubtedly a matter that is enough to faint with happiness.

She finally had the chance to face the Holy Emperor to whom she could give her all.

For this opportunity, she worked hard for countless days and nights.

Now finally got his wish.

The only shortcoming is that this honor does not belong to her alone.

She was there as part of a study tour group.

Not only Asakami Shion alone, but also several players from other forces, as well as politicians and businessmen who established the interim regime of universe 03, etc.

The scale is about a thousand people.

Everyone is absolutely loyal to the empire and to the Holy Emperor.

Although it is a visit and study, in their view, this is undoubtedly a pilgrimage.

The interstellar train they were on stopped at the diversion site.

This is a very rare event, and generally speaking, the inter-universe train does not stop halfway.

Today, in order to coordinate an unimpeded road, the control center has to stop some trains and fleets to coordinate other routes.

Trains are absolutely safe at diversion stations.

Passengers were even allowed to get off the bus briefly to rest and observe.

When they stepped out of the huge interstellar train, what they saw made them unable to believe that they were standing in a building built by humans.

In Universe 03, Empire and Reincarnation games also built many tall and magnificent buildings.

But such a huge and magnificent fortress is really unimaginable.

The sculpture of the Holy Emperor soars so high that the head cannot be seen.

From their angle, they could only see the legs carved with combat boots.

If it weren't for the introduction by the servo skull, no one would have thought that this would be a sculpture of the Holy Emperor.

"This is taller than a planet! Is this really a building that humans can build?"

The deputy head of the Purifier Legion, Gedwo, raised his head and said in a tone of amazement.

Giant battleships fly around the statue.

In the case of comparison between the two, those magnificent warships also make people feel very small.

Several politicians who established the provisional government of Universe 03 couldn't hide their shock at this time.

These politicians are very famous and talented in the empire area of ​​universe 03, and they rule the world under their jurisdiction very well, and continuously provide a large number of soldiers and supplies to the empire.

They have already witnessed the power of the empire.

Those warriors in battle armor can slaughter the high-ranking reincarnation players in the past like mowing grass.

The empire has also established its own player system, which is no different from the reincarnation game.

Many local scholars in universe 03 believe that the strength of the empire is enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the reincarnation game.

Now it seems that the empire and the reincarnation game are not just side by side.

More likely to be transcendent.

In fields such as high-end technology and high-end combat power, the two sides may be on par, or evenly matched.

However, in terms of industrial productivity, the empire threw the reincarnation game so that the taillights of the car could not be seen.

In the past, people may still have wrong perceptions.

He felt that Wei Li belonged to himself, no matter how powerful the hot weapon was, it would still explode with one punch.

No matter how strong industrial productivity is, it is not as useful as extraordinary power.

But the emergence of the empire made this idea a joke.

One punch? ?

Even the imperial warships could not be seen, and they were already blown up.

Primordial warriors born in batches, fully armed astral troops, equipped with titans that can destroy a continent with a single shot.

What's more, it can directly create a black hole at a distance of hundreds of light years or thousands of light years, annihilate the wave, and ruin the entire world.

With such technology, most of the extraordinary beings couldn't even react, and they were already ruined.

They don't even know who moved the hand.

It can only growl and howl in the air like a wolf at the gunpoint of a farmer.

Once the industrial productivity of high-end technology takes shape, it is really crushing despair for extraordinary civilizations, and they cannot even do a decent resistance.

Stronghold buildings are closed in all dimensions.

Whether it's three-dimensional, four-dimensional, or higher.

They are all fully enclosed, which can prevent subspace creatures from snooping on them.

All the towers and ports extend into unknown dimensions with no end in sight.

Swimming Imperial ships patrol the towers.

The inter-universe channel is like a giant tree with luxuriant branches, and the roads leading to different universes are just branches.

Stations that pass through the shunt control Imperial ships traveling in and out of space.

Diversion sites are also generally stationed with Imperial troops.

They are generally responsible for protecting the safety of the road.

Asakashi Yin had the urge to kneel down and pray to the Holy Emperor.

She is staying in a city of miracles created by human might.

"Praise him, he will eventually guide us on the bright path." Qianshang Shiyin recited a sentence often spoken by state church priests, with piety and enthusiasm on his perfect face.

She can't wait to meet the supreme, holy and bright emperor of the empire.

I want to shout loudly in front of the other party that I am willing to pledge my allegiance to eternity.

She will firmly tell the Holy Emperor.

Even if death will decay in the long eternity of time and space, even if everything in the world will disappear in the ravages of time, her oath will not fade in the slightest.

She will be faithful, she will be devoted, until eternity eternity.

On the diversion site, several businessmen in Chinese clothes shouted loudly in front of the person in charge of the diversion site.

"This batch of goods is very important. It is a research material directly supplied to Mechanicum." The businessman shouted: "I have the joint signatures of several sages in my hand, which is enough to represent its preciousness and importance. I I ask you to let me go immediately."

"Immediately, it is illegal to suspend traffic without prior notice. I want to sue you."

"Asshole, do you know how much this delay will cost us?"

"I am sorry for the trouble you have encountered, but this time it is the highest-level Skyhawk document. There is an emergency that requires a smooth and straight line across the universe. Please wait patiently, and it will resume soon." An official said in the Under the protection of the guards, he explained to the merchants, "If necessary, you can apply for a delay document. According to the imperial decree, if the delay is caused by force majeure, you can obtain subsidies from the Imperial Ministry of Finance. Get legal support to save you from paying huge compensation."

"Damn it, I'll let you pass." The businessman shouted angrily, "Can't you hear me clearly? This shipment is a live cargo, and it must be delivered within the specified time."

"This is the document of the Imperial Ship Association. The agreement in it promises that our ships can pass through the inter-universe channel without obstacles, and you cannot stop us."

"You can't do it, let me tell you. If you delay this batch of goods, you can't afford to go around."

Noisy merchants gathered and demanded immediate release.

"Get out of here, stay there within a minute, and hand over everything to the trial court for investigation."

A powerful voice sounded.

Like acid, it melts through steel and reaches the hearts of everyone.

The noisy hall suddenly fell silent.

Except for the soliloquies of the meditators and the humming of machines, everyone was silent.

A giant in white armor walked in through the door.

Standing in front of the crowd.

No one knows how the heavily armed Khan got here so quietly.

His body is so huge.

But no one found him.

Khan stood in front of everyone, his eyes were as sharp as a goshawk, full of aggressiveness, like two knives, trying to cut the souls of everyone present.

"Are you here to challenge the majesty and laws of the empire? Do you dare to ignore the highest-level Skyhawk document in the empire? Do you dare to despise my brother, the majesty of the current majesty?"

Chagatai stared at the crowd with his hand on the scimitar at his waist.

The killing in his eyes was hard to hide.

If these guys continue to make noise and want to put their own interests above the interests of the empire, he will let these idiots know what regret is.

"We were wrong, my lord." The leading businessman knelt down, "The Holy Empire is supreme, and the Holy Emperor is supreme."

The other businessmen also knelt down.

Their faces were ashen, and their bodies were trembling.

If it is true, what Chagatai said is enough to determine their death.

The Holy Emperor is supreme, cannot be offended, is above all laws, and all rules are supreme, which is the consensus of the people of the empire.

Just the crime of offending the Holy Emperor is enough to destroy them forever.

"Get out, there will be another time. People from the trial court will come directly to the door." Chagatai's words were extremely cold.

The merchants all stood up tremblingly and left the hall trembling.

Chagatai withdrew his gaze and didn't care about those mortals who left.

Instead, he turned his gaze to the official.

"You have been deposed and your weakness cost you your current position."

"My lord." The official said tremblingly, "I!!"

"Weakness is a fault. The iron law of the empire cannot be transgressed in any form. It is the moat of mankind and the source of fairness that protects every citizen of the empire. Your weakness is disappointing, and you have no awareness of giving everything for the empire. leave here."

After Chagatai said this, he ignored the pale and weeping official.

As the Falcon of Chogoris, his heart would not be shaken by these weaklings.

He swept past the guards following the officer.

"Tell the deputy director here that he has been promoted and let him come here to see me immediately."

A guard ran out.

Soon, a somewhat rich man trotted in.

"grown ups."

Chagatai nodded.

"Maintain the operation of this site until the Glory of Macragge passes by. Before that, don't let any ships or trains pass by. If anyone dares to sneak in without permission, destroy it."

The man froze for a moment.

But still nodded quickly.

"I see."

"Don't make any mistakes in this matter, otherwise you will be deprived of the qualification to receive the protection of the Holy Emperor after death."

Chagatai turned and walked out.

"My lord, may I ask why such an honor was given to the Macragge's Glory?" The man asked humbly: "According to the information I have obtained, the cross-universe passage has never happened until now. , No matter how urgent the battle situation is, there has never been such a thing.”

Chagatai paused.

"For the good of the empire, we cannot afford to lose a legendary hero."

The storm blew across the desolate plateau.

Summer heat and dry winds blow dust into the air.

On the distant horizon lurks a brown-and-black haze in which electric lights flicker.

The man was walking on the plateau, and occasionally he could find some shells in the sand.

The vicissitudes of life, it seems that this plateau was once an ocean.

His cheeks had been air-dried, and tiny cracks appeared one after another.

The scorching sun baked his body, the billowing heat wave rose, and even the air was twisted.

A distant storm is approaching, with thunder and rain.

And it's still hot here.

The man looked around in confusion. He was wearing a set of black armor and a giant battle sword tied to his hand with an iron chain.

"Where am I?" The man's chapped lips twitched, and the words he spoke were very hoarse.

His saliva had dried up.

Even licking your lips is useless.

Does not relieve chapped lips.

The man has forgotten how long he has been walking.

His memory became blurred, and he just walked forward in a daze.

The fatigue in his body was accumulating little by little, like the water level in a reservoir was rising little by little, trying to reach a certain peak, and then crush him completely.

The man lowered his head, every cell was screaming, hoping that he could just lie down.

Compared with endless suffering, death is a relief.

However, with perseverance, the man dragged his tired steps to take the next step.

Only the weak surrender to death.

Step by step, the man tried his best to squeeze every cell of himself.

Even in death, he is still doing his best to move forward.

Staggering forward in this desolate plateau.

He doesn't know where he's going, but there's always nothing wrong with moving forward.

No matter what, there will be a result.

I don't know how long it has passed.

The sound of the storm is getting closer, at the junction of the hot plateau and the storm.

An old man stood there, wearing a worn-out robe full of holes, with bare feet.

There is also a stick in his hand, which is not enough to be called a cane.

Just a twig taken from a thornbush, stripped of bark and bark.

The surface is smoothed by the palm.

His face was old, weathered and wrinkled, and his eyes were cloudy.

"Greetings for your peace, traveler," the old man said to the man.

The man nods.

He was very tall and protected by armor.

The thin old man posed no threat to him.

"You have been walking and never stopped." The old man said, "Where are you going?"

The man froze for a moment, and looked at the old man with confused eyes.

The other person's face was very familiar.

It was as if I had seen that face countless times before.

But there is no way to recall any memory.

"I don't know where I'm going? I just know I'm going to go." The man whispered, and when he spoke, some memory fragments flashed in his mind.

Images of roaring, fighting, and desperate roars appeared in his mind.

A man in a red battle armor with a sawtoothed battle ax fell to the ground.

His throat was slit.

As he spoke, blood froth spurted out along with the sound.

"My brother in chains, Sigismund."

"Go eat shit, traitor."

The man suddenly saw another warrior in yellow armor.

The other person's face was so familiar, as if it was his own.