Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Varun wavered.

What was wrong with using those dark powers in order to serve the Primarch again, to serve the Emperor again? ?

Warren rubbed his mechanical wrist, the cold touch made his mind clearer and his thinking more comprehensive.

His arm was lost during the Tyranid invasion of Ultramar.

A cunning gene-stealer has infiltrated the planet Pharos.

Trying to direct their filthy race to this planet to harvest biomass.

In order to appease the fear of the people, Varen personally led a team to encircle and suppress the disgusting alien and the traitors corrupted by it.

It was a terrifying guy, and the human body was cut off easily like a weed in front of it.

Varun's arm was also severed by the dying monster.

After that incident, the priests of the Mechanicum fitted him with a mechanical prosthesis, allowing him to continue serving the great Emperor.

"My lord, power has nothing to do with evil. This is a spell of equal exchange. Aren't you willing to make a little sacrifice for those people?? There are so many enemies of the Primarch, and those corrupt nobles are always watching He, trying to stop his reforms."

"Tera is hostile to him, the Mechanicus is dissatisfied with him, and the conservative faction of the state religion thinks he is rebellious. The Primarch is so weak that he urgently needs the help of every loyalist, but you are unwilling to help him??"

The businessman was persuasive, and Warren couldn't answer the rhetorical questions one after another.

A simple voodoo ritual would help him continue to serve the Imperium and continue to fight for the Primarch's cause of reform.

For this great purpose, what does the smallest sacrifice matter? ?

"This is a book that records witchcraft, my lord, you can use it as a collection." The businessman offered the book without a cover with both hands.

Warren was disgusted, and a voice in his heart told him that he should not touch such things.

Chaos is a lie, and their promises are always false, unworthy of being believed.

But he took it over by accident.

"I just want to be more loyal to the emperor and serve the Primarch better. As long as the final result is good, what does it matter if there are some mistakes in the process?"

Varen kept soothing his heart.

There is nothing wrong with doing this.

There is nothing wrong with being loyal.

Yes, for loyalty, for a greater cause, a little sacrifice is worth it.

"Stand back." Varun said to the businessman, rubbing the book without a cover.

"Okay, my lord." After the businessman saluted respectfully, he walked out.

Walking out of the grand planetary governor's mansion, the businessman got on his hover car and went to a large building with no people.

It was a very secretive building.

Ordinary people don't know much about this, they can only often see a group of believers in robes holding the emperor's shrine and various scriptures moving around.

It looks like a small group gathered because of the Emperor's belief is active here.

However, it's not that simple.

If someone accidentally finds a secret passage and walks into an unknown underground chamber, he will surely scream in horror at the horror inside.

The eight-pointed star of chaos, which is strictly forbidden by the Inquisition and the state religion, is inscribed on every wall of the darkroom.

Some slaves with scars all over their bodies, whose eyes were lifeless due to torture, were forced to kneel in iron cages, and were beaten with whips with thorns by Chaos cultists, or subjected to various inhuman tortures.

They use the pain of these slaves to please the Chaos Gods and prove their piety.

These slaves are missing persons from various cities of Pharos.

The inspection team checked many times, but failed to find out.

It never occurred to me that these missing persons were all taken captive here, where they were subjected to evil rituals and inhumane torture by these cultists.

After the merchant entered here, he also changed into a robe.

Led by several believers holding incense in their hands, they entered the underground secret room.

Pray to the nine eight-pointed stars carved in blood.

On the altar, the sacrificial ceremony was proceeding in an orderly manner.

"Please, let me go."

The blood-stained woman, tortured to the point of mental breakdown, begged the man who grabbed her by the hair and dragged her on the ground.

"It is a gift to give your life to God."

The man in the robe took out a sharp knife, held the woman's head down, and wiped it on her neck.

It's like slaughtering a chicken.

She tried to cover the wound, but blood flowed from her fingers.

The man threw the twitching woman on the altar, letting her blood flow into the rune patterns that had been carved.

The woman's death process was extremely painful, and the man perfectly mastered the killing technique.

Make sure she dies, but not so quickly.

Her agony lasted until the end of prayer, and it was not over.

The ceremony is over.

An elder with a chaotic eight-pointed star carved on his face walked up to the merchant.

"How is the plan going?"

"It's perfect, he has accepted our gift." The businessman said respectfully.

"Very good." The elder showed a slight smile, then turned to look at the other believers, "A great revelation will come, allowing us to get rid of the control of the corpse emperor and truly embrace the gods."

All the other believers were also happy, singing praises to the gods.

The elder looked very satisfied with everyone's performance, and he looked at the businessman again.

"Continue to pay attention and find a way to let him perform the ceremony as soon as possible. We will eventually overthrow the corpse emperor's rule and let human beings move towards a new life under the glory of the gods."

"I will, elder. It has always been my dream to defeat the corpse emperor and usher in the age of the gods."

The elder patted the merchant on the shoulder, "Very well, let's continue to complete this task now."

Standing on a balcony on the height of the Governor's Mansion, Varen overlooked the entire city.

The city is bustling, and people have happy smiles on their faces.

After looking at the city, Varen looked to the distance of the city. In the northeast, close to the inland direction, there was a towering steel mountain.

There are a lot of spaceships coming in and out.

That majestic mountain is said to be the lighthouse.

In the past, the Nova Corps was in charge of guarding, but now there are more guards.

It is heavily guarded and no one else is allowed to approach.

Varun knew what was there, a lighthouse, a warp lighthouse that didn't need the Emperor's power to function.

The Great Rift splits the galaxy, and it is said that the light of the Astronomican can no longer penetrate the Rift to reach the other side of the Empire.

The imperial world over there has lost the guidance of the astronomical torch, and can only grope forward in the chaotic subspace, and the situation is very critical.

The Primarch hopes to use this lighthouse to solve this problem and build a brand new lighthouse in the dark realm of the empire to help the human fleet navigate.

The empire needs the sincere cooperation of every loyalist, only in this way can human civilization continue to survive in this cold and cruel universe.

"I can do more." Warren said to himself

He has made up his mind.

Use that little witchcraft to prolong your own life.

"Yak." Warren called out to a servant he had recruited not long ago.

"My lord, do you have any orders?"

A handsome young man in servant clothes walked in quickly.

His eyes were clear and pure, like a pair of gemstones.

There was respect and admiration for Varun in his eyes.

"Do you believe me? Yake." Varen looked at Yake and asked.

"Of course, my lord, there is no doubt about this. You have brought wealth and well-being to Pharos for more than two centuries." Jake's tone was very sincere, without any hypocrisy.

"I want to ask you a question. If you pay a small price to let me continue to protect Pharos, will you pay?" Varen asked.

"My lord, is this a joke?" Jake asked with a smile.

"What's your answer?"

"Of course, as long as the adults can continue to protect Pharos, I am willing to give everything."

"In that case, come with me, Yake."

The power of the Demon Primarch is terrifying.

Especially those who have mastered psychic powers.

The destructive ability is even more astonishing.

The whole world was turned into hell under Magnus' terrible spell.

The once prosperous nest capital is now dilapidated, with corpses everywhere.

Countless demons haunt it, preying on the surviving humans.

Twisted demonic plants grow on the ground, feeding off the tormented souls of the dead.

Magnus sat on a throne of the dead.

Through the sacrificial rites of those poor fools, he had seen the planetary governors accept the merchant's books.

Soon, he will descend directly on Pharos to sabotage his brother's plans from within.

A perfect layout.

"Guilliman would never have imagined that the loyal person in his eyes would become a sharp knife in my hand, stabbing fiercely into his heart, making all his plans come to naught."

Magnus' laugh was full of complacency.

Praise to the great Lord of change.