Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Chapter 514 The Rape - Vashtor (for Subscription)

The starry sky is endless, and so is our desire for it. Peace will never belong to our kind of people. From the moment we take the oath, there is only endless war waiting for us.

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This sentence is recorded in the history books of the empire. It was uttered by Sigismund, Captain of the 1st Company of the Imperial Fists during the Great Crusade.

"Relentless offspring born in the last days of the age of ignorance, you shall serve the Lord of Terra, a dark being that prays to the living, and killing shall be your life's calling. Your heart shall be steel, and you shall fear nothing, You will sweep all directions, and you will become the most outstanding fighter."

An old woman from the Genetic Church of the Moon stood before a boy with frightened eyes.

"Determined as the seventh category, with the psychological and physical characteristics of the twelfth and sixteenth categories, everything is within the tolerable range."

The boy was fixed on the operating table, and the dazzling light made him unable to open his eyes.

"Sigismund, we all swear, where the sword points, we will fight endlessly, never stop, and be loyal forever."

The stout war angel in yellow power armor knelt down on one knee and took the long sword from a veteran.

"We are true brothers, Kahn and Sigismund. The friendship and oath between us are infinitely stronger than the iron chains in our hands."

A strong man with a strong physique, a body full of hideous scars like a giant centipede, patted another strong man on the shoulder.

"It is a choice of fate, Sigismund. Sacrifice to the flames, or stand upon Terra."

Woman stands before a war angel in yellow armor.

"You are no longer my son, and whatever your future may be, you will never be again. Pride has blinded your eyes, Sigismund, and that is why Horus fell."

A face so noble that it is difficult to describe it in words is so angry that it is almost distorted.

"Sigismund's ability can sometimes not keep up with his ability."

The giant in yellow battle armor and the monster in purple, half man, half snake, wearing a battle armor full of blasphemy fought together.

The battle between the two is earth-shattering and shocking.

"Stick to the sanctuary and swear to the death."

Roaring monsters and traitors came like a tide, and lonely warriors stood in blood.

"The Legion will be divided, and you are the Chief Chapter Master of the Black Templar."

As soon as the curtain came to an end, a lonely voice sounded, full of grief.

"The battle is endless, the expedition is endless."

The fleet of battleships swam across the sky, swimming in the starry sky.

"I swore an oath, Abaddon, that one day, I will kill you all."

Fragmented memories kept popping up in my mind.

Shouts rang in his ears.

It was as if the seal had been opened.

Old memories flowed like a tide.

"Innonus." Tears welled up in the man's eyes as he uttered the first word.

That's where I was born.

Countless horrible memories show that it was a horrible place.

In the ancient long night, it was occupied by the lost.

Dry riverbeds and desolate mountains lie there.

At that time, Terra was like this everywhere.

Human beings are huddled in the ruins left by the wars of their ancestors.

The ghosts of the dead linger in the shadows and nights of Innonus.

Thousands of people gathered from all directions to the place where there was no order but chaos.

The camp of debris and rags stretches to the end of the horizon, reaching out to the edge of the world.

Chaos, betrayal and death.

All despicable human natures have the opportunity to be interpreted in the chaotic land of Innonus.

Perpetual chaos is the norm on Inonus.

Even for tyrants eager to rule, Innonus was a place to avoid.

Those monarchs who buried their palaces and tombs deep in the mountains left their mark on this land.

They are the Witch-Kings of tales, legends of ghostly laughter in ruined palaces.

Murder gangs roam the streets at night with sharp knives and crown blades.

The cries of the dead are as much a part of the dark ensemble as the roars of wild beasts.

In spring, fresh, slightly icy air would be brought in from the north by a gust of wind, blowing away the stench of corpses in this land.

In summer, the furnace sun burns the earth, steals saliva from people's mouths, and tempts madmen to bite the throats of travelers for the precious water.

In autumn, the smell of carcasses wafts through the mountains to attract scavengers.

In winter, frozen corpses lay lying on the snow-white ground, waiting for hungry people to take them.

Innonus was a hopeless place.

Men are born and grow from there.

His mind was full of fragments of memories, and he had to work hard to sort them out.

"The gods of death are coming, they come to choose, they will make us immortal."

A figure with a skull mask on his face and various scary tattoos jumped out of his dusty memory.

His body has been genetically enhanced, and it is unusually thick, like a monster shaped by demons in those horror stories.

The slightly smaller head was installed on the huge body, and there was a weird sense of incongruity.

A boy who looked a little thin held a piece of sharpened iron and ruthlessly pierced the opponent's chest.

If you observe carefully, you can see that one of the boy's hands has been broken.

There was also a large gash on his forehead, and blood flowed down his cheek, mixing with the dust.

The boy's eyes were full of determination.

The veins in the hand holding the iron piece bulged, and he swiped at the target's chest with all his strength.

The masked man let out a scream.

The thick chest was cut open by the boy.

Blood spurted out, and the beating heart was faintly visible.

A low, painful growl sounded, and the boy was also thrown away by the opponent's hand.

After rolling several times on the ground, it stopped, lying there motionless.

The man whose chest had been cut open stretched out his hand to cover his chest, trying to stop the blood.

After a while, the man's groans disappeared.

He stared wide-eyed and died just like that.

The boy felt that his internal organs had been displaced, and unimaginably severe pain came from his body.

puff! !

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

There was the sound of heavy footsteps when he raised his head.

A giant in iron armor stood before him.

The giant's body was the gray of a dark cloud, covering its curved plate armor.

The raised respirator and grille make the whole head a bit like a locomotive.

At the position of the eyes, there is a red light.

On his waist is a gun with an amazing caliber and a huge sword with sawtooth.

The boy opened his mouth.

Fear occupied his mind, completely squeezing reason into an invisible corner.

"Target qualified."

The giant's voice was extremely cold, as if it came from hell.

The boy raised his crude weapon and slashed at the opponent's knee just above the knee.

That is one of the most vulnerable places in the human body. A light cut can cut off the nerves, damage the muscle groups, and make the opponent unable to run.

The boy underestimated the thickness of the opponent's armor. After a series of sparks, he only scraped off the paint on the opponent's armor.

His movement caused the giant to tilt its head, and there was a strange sound from under the barred respirator.

After a while, the boy realized that it was the other party's laughter.

The giant easily grabbed the boy, immobilized him, stuffed him into a huge flying machine, and took him to a giant genetic modification facility.

That was the beginning of his birth.

Countless fragments of memory have been spliced ​​together.

More and more pictures appeared in his mind.

Classify, evaluate, screen, screen.

Experiments and surgeries again and again.

Many people died, but some lucky ones survived the most difficult times.

He put on the giant-like battle armor, joined the Seventh Legion, and started one after another of brutal and extremely brutal fights.

There were many times when he came close to dying at the hands of his enemies, only to come alive again with tenacity.

His face was covered with scars, and he could no longer see his original appearance.

After the victory at Ullanor, he and Primarch Dorn returned to Terra.

The Horus Heresy broke out in Isstvan.

During the Horus War.

Sigismund remained in the solar system.

After the great rebellion on Mars, he led four companies to Mars to suppress the rebellion.

However, the enemy's resistance was too strong and the fighters were unable to maintain control of the target.

Sigismund's task became "to evacuate as many supplies and people as possible."

The bad news of Isstvan V came. The punishment fleet was massacred by traitors, and only a small number of survivors survived.

Originally, Sigismund was supposed to lead the punishment fleet to Isstvan, but because of the words of the first living saint, Euphrates Kira, he gave up going to Isstvan and stayed by Dorne's side.

The Retribution Fleet was defeated on Isstvan V, and the battle-brother who took his command eventually died there.

When he confessed, Don was furious.

Anyone who thinks that without himself the world cannot function has fallen.

Simply because pride is the root of corruption.

Shamed, Sigismund begged the Primarch to take his own life to punish him for his mistakes.

Don refused.

The Primarch continued to let him hold his original position, so as not to affect the morale of the defenders of the solar system.

But it also no longer recognizes Sigismund as his heir.

He was appointed commander of the outermost defenses of the solar system.

During the bloody battle between the rebels and the loyalists in the Beta Garmon galaxy, the Alpha Legion was assigned by the Warmaster to destroy and infiltrate the solar system.

The Emperor and the Custodians are deeply involved in the Webway War, Prime Minister Malcador is busy deploying the Shadow War, and the burden of solar system defense falls on the shoulders of the Seventh Legion.

Sigismund led the fleet and the Alpha Legion into the Battle of Pluto.

Horus forces Terra to replace the Emperor.

Sigismund first led the defense of Pluto, and then retreated to Terra, joining the siege of Terra.

He slit Karn's throat and spurned the former Brother in Chains.

He challenged Fulgrim, who was ascended to the devil, but was defeated and almost killed, but was finally saved by Dorne.

After the last wall shattered, he and the other warriors withdrew to the sanctuary.

He was ordered to hold the Sanctuary while the Emperor and Dorn left for the Horus flagship.

After the Horus rebellion, the angry Sigismund wanted to hunt Abaddon, the son of Horus's first company commander, but was always blocked by others.

After the Horus Heresy, the Legion was split.

Sigismund formed the Black Templar Chapter with the most ardent Imperial Fist fighters, and assumed the position of first Grand Marshal, or Chapter Master.

Thereafter, he launched a great crusade born of the Supreme Faith, forging the unity of the Chapter while keeping the enemies of the Imperium from ever resting.

Sigismund firmly believed that Abaddon's traitors would one day return.

So he took a black templar fleet to watch near the gate of Cadia.

When Abaddon launched his first Dark Crusade.

The duel between the two that spanned centuries broke out again.

Unfortunately, Sigismund was very old at the time.

He has lived a thousand years and is no longer at his peak.

After severely injuring Abaddon, Sigismund was eventually cut in two.

"My name-Sigismund." The man whispered his name.

As his voice sounded, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and wolves howled on the wasteland.

He looked at the old man in ragged robes, and searched everything about him from his memory.

The prime minister of the empire, the right-hand man of the emperor, and the old man with countless secrets, the magic pattern-Malcador.

"It looks like I'm dead too." Sigismund looked around, looking at the distant wasteland and the approaching storm.

The howling of wolves was heard in the distance.

Ferocious laughter and angry shouts were mixed in the hot wind.

Malcador smiled.

"Maybe, but it's not the end."

"Is there any meaning between ending and non-ending to us dead? We are all dead, and I finally saw that beast of Abaddon. He came back with hatred."

Malcador nodded, he walked towards a boulder, and then leaned on it, giving his old body time to rest.

"You are full of pessimism, the same as before. During the Great Crusade, you felt that the Great Crusade would never end, and the galaxy would always be shrouded in flames of war."

"But I was right in the end, even if it was different from what I expected." Sigismund said: "The flames of war burn forever, and human desires will never be satisfied. Now add the greed of the gods and the greed of traitors." Resentment, the flames of this war will continue to burn until all is reduced to ruins."

"It is true, whether it is the past or the present." Malcador said in a vicissitudes of life: "The flames of war will never stop, from the distant past to the unrecordable past, to the unimaginable future, the flames of war will burn .The only difference is who the winner is, the gods had a brief victory, and now they are due to repay."

"I don't understand." Sigismund whispered.

"You don't need to understand, you just need to swing your sword as before and fulfill your unfinished mission."

"But I have no chance. Life and death are the laws of the universe. If I die, can I still interfere with the kingdom of the living?" Sigismund looked at the terrible storm.

Thunder and lightning flashed, and the dark clouds were so heavy that they seemed to fall to the ground.

That terrifying outline is like an abyss that devours the soul.

Malcador stroked the scepter in his hand, "This depends on your will. It was a difficult thing to do before, but it is not difficult now. As long as you are willing, you can return to the real world. It is like Demons reborn like that."

"Your statement is somewhat metaphorical. Have human beings become demons?" Sigismund's face was full of traces left by the vicissitudes of time.

Malcador shrugged, "It's almost the same. In the subspace, the reputation of human beings is not much better than the minions of the four gods."

"What does this mean?" Sigismund frowned slightly.

"The answers to many things have to be found by yourself."

Malcador pointed in one direction.

A new road appeared in the wilderness that was only scorched by high temperature and shrouded in storms, leading to a more distant place.

"If you want to return to the real universe, go down this road, they are all waiting for you to go back."

"who are they?"

"Why don't you find the answer yourself? It's at the end of the road, in the real universe. Those who left will come back and continue to join the never-ending flames of war."

Sigismund looked towards the new road.

It stretches all the way to the end of the horizon, with no end in sight.

After hesitating for a while, Sigismund made a decision, and he stepped on that road.

"Please wait." Malcador's voice came.

Sigismund turned his head to look over.

Malcador walked over with a water bag, "You look thirsty, maybe you should add some water before you go on the road. Those guys will not let you go back so easily, you may have to fight."

Sigismund licked his chapped lips with a dry tongue, he had forgotten how long he hadn't drank water.

He nodded, and slightly bent his knees to squat down so that his head was a little lower than Malcado's hands.

He was wearing battle armor and couldn't pick up the water bag.

Malcador poured water into Sigismund's mouth.

First sips, then gulps and gulps.

Sigismund felt that his body was much better, the thirsty cells greedily sucked water, and then regained their vitality.

When he stood up again, he was in much better condition.

The mind is no longer muddled.

"Go, Sigismund," said Malcador.

"how about you?"

"You are not the only one who is lost, and I have to act as their guide."

Sigismund nodded, took one last look at Malcador, and turned on his way.

When he walked a certain distance and looked back, everything disappeared.

The road behind him, Malcador, and the boulder on which the opponent was relying have all disappeared.

The howling of wolves came from a distance, and Sigismund could hear their anger.

He realized something and turned around and started running.

"Signing this contract, you will be able to get rid of Nurgle's control, gain more powerful power, and get rid of the current torture."

"Nurgle is no longer able to protect its domain. The great emperor of the empire is the future of the warp. Realize the truth and give up that damn stupid loyalty."

Vashtor looked at the struggling demon and said seductively.

Some demons followed Corax into the war against Nurgle's realm.

Battles broke out between the two sides in both the physical universe and the warp realm.

The Empire would drag some daemons from the Warp into the physical universe, capture them, and force them to serve the Empire.

The means are extremely cruel.

Vashtor never tires of it, stuffing a large number of demons into his newly developed engine and building a mechanical demon army of his own.

A rotting head full of abscesses and tumors, a one-horned Nurgle spit out thick phlegm.

"You can destroy our defenses, but you can never defeat us, you cowards who surrender to humanity. Those damned bastards will be driven out by the great father, and you will suffer, and die in eternal torment."

"Put it into a one-time demon engine. If it doesn't want to surrender, we will help it surrender." Vashtor said indifferently: "I hope your courage impresses me as much as your mouth."

With a wave of Vashtor's hand, several demons with the curse of the sky eagle came up, dragged the unicorn down, and threw it into the furnace.