Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Same as the previous celebration mode.

The first to appear is the Forbidden Army.

They are representatives of the Emperor.

The forbidden soldiers wore a full set of phlogopite armor and held halberds, standing on the floating platform, just like the golden armored God of War in ancient mythology.

Each one is so perfect, as if it was portrayed by the top art scientists of mankind.

It gives people a sense of dignity and majesty.

Noble and inviolable.

It symbolizes the majesty and strength of the empire.

The priests of the state religion followed, priests in robes and holding aquila censers in their hands.

Standing or sitting on anti-gravity levitators, these followers of the Imperial Crusade chanted aloud the reverence and praise of the Holy Emperor.

There are also some believers who are naked, kneeling on the platform and weeping bitterly. They let the automatic whipping machine slaves beat themselves with whips. Their backs are bloodstained, which is extremely terrifying.

However, they believed that such an approach could bring salvation to their hearts, and used such pain to express their reverence and love for the Holy Emperor.

The incense from the censer floated together and was stirred by the servo skull flying back and forth, forming vortices one by one.

Then came the massive Primaris warriors, imposing in stature and clad in freshly repaired armor.

Unlike other troops, they are on foot.

Running hundreds of kilometers is not difficult for them.

The Chapter's battle standard was flying in the air.

The sound of uniform footsteps overwhelmed the sound of horns and people's discussions.

No one knows how many Primaris warriors participated in the ceremony.

There is no end in sight.

They are like a whole, and every time they lift their feet and fall, they are consistent.

It's like a mechanical soldier controlled by an intelligent core, but it's not that there is a living person inside the armor of the robot.

This is the most terrifying place.

When the Primordial Warrior came out, the terrifying aura made them fall into silence.

Hundreds of thousands of Primaris warriors ran along the avenue in a uniform manner.

The footsteps were deafening.

Sigismund, Lane, and the others looked solemnly at the Primordial Warrior who appeared immediately behind the imperial army and priest phalanx.

Such a spectacular ceremony, even they were stunned.

The imperial army is already so terrifying.

One phalanx after another walked past, with great momentum and momentum like a rainbow.

When the Primordial Warriors were advancing, golden petals of light fell from the sky, looking divine.

The sound of silver horns can be heard endlessly, and each door is as huge as a hill.

Power them up with giant air compressors, allowing them to blow big notes.

The sound of drums made of giant xenomorphs rose and fell rhythmically, echoing the uniform footsteps of Primaris warriors.

If there were beings from universe 04 here, they would definitely shout out that those alien races made into drums are all powerful races with ancient blood.

After the Primordial Forge Warriors, came the Astral Army Phalanx.

The first to come was the Krieger Death Army. With their spirit of fearless sacrifice, they repeatedly broke through the enemy's defenses and even captured several important positions, so they won this honor.

They wore beak-shaped breathing masks, and their gray-black robes looked as if they had been set on fire.

Sitting silently on the top war horse shaped by genetic technology.

Holding a cold spear in his hand, it was cold and cruel, with a terrifying killing intent.

The sound of the horseshoes was very neat, without a trace of noise, as if it had been copied.

Krieger soldiers are trained from a young age, they are born ready.

Dedicated to the empire, sacrificed everything for the holy emperor.

In addition to the Krieg soldiers, there were soldiers passing by one after another. They were either sitting on heavy tanks or standing on suspended platforms.

Each one is an elite veteran who climbed out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses, with a stern face and killing intent.

Only from their eyes can one see the joy of victory in the war and such an honor.

Instead of walking, the gigantic titans levitate using anti-gravity wings.

They are the gods of war, they are the embodiment of the will to destroy.

I don't know how many creatures died tragically in their weapons that can be called destructive.

When they appear on the battlefield, their figure alone is enough to make countless creatures howl and cry, fleeing in panic.

Titan clusters, knight armor, nun phalanx, and court of justice and so on.

Every force that participated in Universe 04 got the chance to attend this grand ceremony.

They held their heads high, with joy and a rare smugness in their eyes, walking on this road destined to honor and victory.

The heroic demeanor of this team was broadcast live in all aspects, and spread to every corner through the communication network of the empire at the fastest speed, so that everyone can cheer for these warriors who have triumphed and established incomparable achievements.

Even the many traitors imprisoned in the Apostle of Atonement can be clearly seen through the giant projection.

Fulgrim roared and slammed into the cage desperately with his half-snake, half-human body, and the chains covered with patterns rattled under his crazy impact.

However, even the Primarch can hardly break free from the chains.

It is not constructed of pure matter, but has some special things that belong to the subspace.

It is like the chains used to bind the giant wolf of Fenris in Norse mythology.

Chains are made from cat's footsteps, woman's whiskers, stone roots, fish's breath, bear's tendons and bird's saliva.

These things sound incredible, but they have a certain symbolic power.

The chains used to bind traitors also have power.

Unless Guilliman was killed and the Empire fell, they were trapped, never to be freed.

The craftsmen of the Empire made chains out of the evil of these traitors and the hatred of the Empire for them.

Angron roared, too, like a lion in madness.

The Butcher's Nails tormented him so much that he couldn't die.

kill! kill! kill!

There was only one thought in his huge head.

The nails gnawed at the nerves of his brain, causing him to roar and smash against the wall desperately.

Lorgar looked gloomy.

Guilliman was taunting them, showing off his exploits.

That damn liar! !

Lorgar cursed fiercely in his heart.

His resentment and curse were so thick it almost materialized.

If words can be turned into knives, Guilliman is afraid that thousands of swords will pierce his heart.

Magnus sat cross-legged on the spot.

The one eye made no secret of its distaste for Guilliman and everything he had created.

He has already made countless vows in his heart, that he will always live and look for opportunities for revenge.

There is no eternal dynasty in this world.

Even the gods will usher in changes.

Guilliman won't have the last laugh, he will witness the empire shining like fireworks before being reduced to ashes and dissipated in the long river of history.

The Primarch of the Demon stared at everything projected with resentment or hatred, with viciousness and malice in his eyes.

They gritted their teeth one by one, extremely resentful.

The malice in the eyes almost turned into substance.