Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"It's a happy event that the situation hasn't deteriorated." Vinsenhorn also smiled when he saw Guilliman's appearance.

The heavy task of guarding the demons took its toll on the aged Inquisitor.

He is getting older.

When walking, you can see the obvious old state.

"Your condition is not very good." Guilliman looked at Vinsenhorn and said, "The demon has placed a heavy burden on you, quickly depriving you of your vitality and energy."

"Not everyone can be as strong as you, my lord. However, I can still resist one or two of the pressure that Cherubel has put on me." Vinsenhorn said, "I am serving the Supreme Empire, for the sake of our people." Survive and persevere. My safety is not worthy of your concern, my lord, death is not an unacceptable thing for me."

Vincent Horn said sincerely.

When Cherubelle faced Guilliman, he acted like a softie.

But facing ordinary people, he is still a twisted, evil, powerful, and terrifying demon prince.

The energy required to resist the whispers of a demon prince is horrific.

The burden is heavy for the already old Vinsenhorn.

"I can allow you to rest if you wish," Guilliman said with a hint of pity.

Vinsenhorn let out a hearty laugh.

"I'd rather die in battle than in a hospital bed, my lord."

Seeing Vinsenhorn's resolute attitude, Guilliman no longer persisted.

Everyone has everyone's choice.

Respect for others is the most important thing.

Guilliman walked towards the elevator, and after seven or eight minutes, he entered the top floor of the Glory of Macragge.

Walking out of the passage, members of the Glory Guard still stood faithfully at their posts.

As always, they performed their duties silently.

Beside the Glory Guard, Sicarius was pacing back and forth.

He wasn't wearing a helmet.

This allowed Guilliman to see the look on his face from afar.

Some happy, some anxious.

It seems that there is a lot of news to make him have such a face.

"What happened, Captain Sicarius." Guilliman walked over to Sicarius,

Sicarius turned around and saluted, "My lord."

"There is no need for such complicated etiquette. I told you to pursue efficiency, Sicarius." Guilliman said in a deep voice, "Tell me what happened or what is the latest information?"

"Silver Skull, Firehawk, Nova and many other battle groups have received good news. They have completed the strategic tasks assigned by you, and the strength of the orcs is being rapidly weakened."

"This is indeed good news. We are constantly gaining advantages and victories, and we must be able to wipe out the orcs here soon."

"My lord, there is bad news."

"Say it."

"We found traces of the Tyranid Zerg, and a tentacle is heading towards the Charadon sector, and it is expected to touch the outer galaxies of the Charadon sector in half a year."

"Tyranids?" Guilliman frowned.

"It's a tentacle fleet from the Behemoth Tyranid Zerg approaching. So far, we don't know if the Zerg main fleet is also heading to the Charadon sector. If so, it will be a terrible battle." Disaster," said Sicarius.

The Tyranid Zerg, also known as the Great Devourer, is a terrifying creature from outside the galaxy.

It exists only to devour evolution and expand the number of races.

The empire officially confirmed the existence of the entire race as the Tyranid star, so it was called the Tyranid Zerg.

Tyranids generally appear in the galaxy in the form of hive fleets.

That is, clusters of giant space life forms capable of transporting or producing smaller individuals within their bodies.

The Tyranids are extremely adaptable, and can reorganize or modify the genome structure by devouring other species, so as to continuously improve their combat effectiveness and survivability.

A planet that has been attacked by Tyranids will eventually become a bare rock, and even bacteria will be absorbed along with the atmosphere.

These guys are arguably the most terrifying threat to all civilized races.

So far no race has a grasp of what the Tyranids are like outside the galaxy.

What is even more frightening is that every individual of the Tyranids is under the unified control of the hive mind called the Hive Will.

The hive mind is so powerful that it is almost godly, and it can embody majestic shadows in the subspace.

Wherever its shadow goes, it is enough to drive a psyker mad.

Once besieged by Tyranids, the galaxy cannot even send out a distress signal.

Even the descending demons may be cut off from the subspace by the shadow of the hive and forced to return to the subspace

"Well, it's getting more complicated. Orcs, Zerg, and Necrons, we're facing three threats at once."

Guilliman shook his head and walked towards his strategy room.

Sicarius followed closely behind, maintaining communication with Guilliman as he walked.

"Whether it is necessary to recruit more battle groups, the strength of the Zerg cannot be underestimated, and we need more support."

"Every battle group has a mission for every battle group. The big rift is threatening the human empire. Those battle groups must continue to fulfill their missions in their theaters, maintain the status quo of the empire as much as possible, and rush them over. , will inevitably put the various theaters in trouble, and even cause those places to break away from the control of the empire."

Guilliman vetoed Sicarius' proposal.

Drawing those warbands would make matters worse.

"Then what are you going to do?" Sicarius asked.

"Our current military strength is sufficient to deal with these threats, and the five hundred worlds of Ultramar will continue to provide us with fighters and weapons. By the time the Zerg fleet arrives in the Charadon sector, our strength will no longer be what it used to be. Compare."

Walking to the door of the strategy room, accompanied by the sound of mechanical rotation, two golden light beams appeared, scanning Guilliman's pupils.

After the scan was completed, a crisp and pleasant sound sounded.

The metal door of the strategy room opened slowly.

"I'm a little worried. The strength of the Necrons, Tyranids, and orcs should not be underestimated. It will be too difficult for us to deal with these alien races with our current military strength." Sicarius thought for a moment and said euphemistically.

"I know what you want to say, you think our strength is too weak to win at all, right?" Guilliman said with a smile.

"Yes, my lord," said Sicarius.

"Calgar is on the way to support us. He has brought us a gift, a gift that is enough to make the galaxy tremble under human feet again."

Guilliman smiled, a smirk on his face.

"Gift?" Confusion appeared on Sicarius' face, "What kind of gift?"

"It's a secret, Sicarius, but it won't let you down."

Guilliman activates the hologram in the strategy room.

The projection shows the details of the entire Charadon sector.

Red runes appeared on many planets, representing that the imperial army was fighting the orc army in the galaxy.

There are more than 1,300 battlefields in the entire star area.

Ordinary orcs are handed over to the Astral Army to fight and exterminate.

Those powerful orc troops will be handed over to the primordial space warriors to fight.

There are currently 30 battle groups, roaming in various galaxies, they are divided into companies, or combined together, to support each battlefield.

Sicarius looked at the behavior of Gene Ancestor with confusion on his resolute face.

What gift did Calgar bring?