Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

The Lords of Change were screaming, the nine to the ninth power Tzeentch demons were desperately fighting for new knowledge, various pink and blue horrors were even blasting each other with Tzeentch fire in order to obtain the right to copy a piece of knowledge, and the smaller Tzeentch demons were hurriedly shuttling through the chaotic battlefield, picking up the knowledge scattered on the ground and recycling them to the towering crystal bookshelves - however, under the continuous influence of the power of the Raven God, some of the slightly larger knowledge grew growths before being recycled, becoming new Tzeentch demons, and then joined this chaotic situation, constantly adding bricks and tiles to the concept of "change". The Supreme Eagle was laughing wildly, the Web of Fate was shaking wildly, a large number of Fate Crystals fell from it and shattered on the ground, the blowing etheric wind frantically condensed new Fate Crystals on the Web of Fate, but the next moment, these newly condensed Fate Crystals would follow the footsteps of their predecessors and shatter in the chaotic vortex - at this moment, all the Tzeentch wizards - including the Supreme Wizard Magnus who rolled back to his lair in a half-baked manner - found that they had temporarily lost the ability to observe the future, which made some Tzeentch things that relied too much on future vision to execute plans instantly flustered, their plans were deformed, and finally they overturned one by one, becoming one of the eternally screaming victims in the Tzeentch domain.

"Tzeentch! You plotted against me! Tzeentch!"

The discordant sound echoed in the labyrinth of the Tamperer. The anger from Elysium slammed the gate of the Fortress of Illusion, trying to pry open the gate of this fortress, which was also unpredictable from the perspective of the Warp Destruction Power. Of course, Slaanesh's futile attack only brought more laughter from the Trickster, causing more violent turbulence to spread to all directions of its domain.

"Gah - relax - Lord of Desire! You can't throw away your things! At least in the future I see, you haven't lost anything unacceptable!"

Tzeentch, who had transformed his form into a weird shape composed of countless eyes, twisted his unspeakable body, and transmitted the ding-dong sound of the crystal collision to the domain of the Dark Prince, who was about to go out of control so that Khorne might look at him from the side. At the same time, he looked more closely at the battlefield that had entered the most heated truncation - thousands of changes fell into the arms of the Messenger of Hope, splashing endless droplets of fate, and the ecstatic evil god captured these silver substances that were overflowing with things he couldn't understand, and through them, he wove new fates and possibilities.

"Tell me, I can see a drama full of gorgeous art!"

Thinking of the words that Tzeentch had uttered before, Slaanesh's anger made the entire Slaanesh Six Rings tremble - although the Dark Prince had never believed in the Supreme Eagle since his birth, for Slaanesh, as long as things were fresh enough, it could gain a considerable degree of happiness regardless of the outcome. Therefore, after listening to Tzeentch's judgment on the possible subsequent development of this matter, the Lustful Monarch secretly agreed to what Magnus did to Fulgrim, and arranged for Enkari to find Eidolon in the Eye of Terror in order to add more actors to this drama. As a result, it now seems that the drama has indeed begun, and it is indeed a script that he had not expected, but! He did not get any joy from it! ! !

"I never said what you can gain from this drama - Lord of Debauchery, not all dramas can make the audience's souls stir, and not all dramas can give the audience a satisfactory ending."

After a light sentence made Slaanesh more "attractive" to Khorne's attention, Tzeentch, who was no longer concerned about this wave of destruction between reality and the warp, turned his attention back to the boundless time, and waited for Fulgrim's possible and unexpected ending with full expectation - admittedly, among the destinies currently seen by the fate compiler, Fulgrim's worst fate was just exile, but the great Tzeentch knew that fate was unpredictable, not to mention this miniature great game that he had not observed from the beginning!

"Come on... Come quickly... Use your battle to reveal the answer behind the curtain, and use your soul to engrave the truth of fate for me!"

——————————————The dividing line of the chaotic battlefield————————————————————————

Folgen is fighting alone.

As the last Slaanesh noise warrior was burned to ashes in the Emperor's flames, the fallen phoenix realized that he had completely fallen into a net carefully designed for him - the area he could see, except for the place where the sword touched beside him, was all engulfed by the golden flames that made his heart palpitate. In the flames, his descendants and those soulless things that looked like his descendants, whose fighting methods were also derived from his descendants, and whose momentum and war cries were the same as his descendants, launched rounds of charges against him like a tide, leaving sword marks and bullet wounds on his body - although these injuries were almost flesh wounds for Fulgrim, the word "imperfect" had begun to devour the soul of the demon primarch bit by bit. "My descendants! Look carefully at my perfect body! Listen carefully to my voice! You are destroying perfection! You are betraying the original dream of the Legion!" "Perfection is a lie, Primarch, just like you are now a joke."

However, Fulgrim's shout did not elicit any approval response from his descendants. The crackling sound caused by the rapid flow of energy on the ancient sage's power fist, coupled with the ancient sage's words, boomed heavily. towards Fulgen's face, and the other two machines, which seemed to have the same fearlessness as him, followed the steps of the ancient sage, attacking Fulgan's face from the left and the right - although the Fallen Phoenix successfully dodged it. One punch, and another punch deflected with his own sword move. However, the punch from the ancient sage... Fulgan was unable to avoid it!

"Rilano! Don't even think about it!!!"

Before the golden fist hit his face, the heart-wrenching burning sensation already made the Lord of Chemos feel that his hair was burning - in an indescribable panic, The original demon exhaled loudly, and forcibly concentrated the filthy power of Elysium, turning them into a shield in front of his face - his face was still aching from being beaten twice by the ancient sage. He really didn't want to be beaten a third time!

only.....

“Click——————!!”

The crisp sound of bone cracking sounded. With the help of the two unknown fearless elders in the eyes of the ancient sages who were completely in tune with their fighting style and had a mysterious connection with themselves, the power of Rilano's punch suddenly increased. It was more than doubled, and it easily shattered the shield made by the demon primordial body. Then it hit the chin of the demon primordial body with unabated force - blood splattered everywhere, and flesh and blood flew everywhere!

"Gu-ga-ah-ah-quack!!"

His mouth was crippled and his mouth was burned. Even Fulgrim, the powerful demon primarch of Slaanesh, temporarily lost the ability to speak. All the insults or other words in his mouth turned into a bunch of mumblings with unknown meanings. However, the insult brought to him by the ancient sage was not over yet - the next second after the power fist was withdrawn, the other two fearless artillery had already locked onto Fulgen's cheeks, which had been beaten three times and had no trace of human appearance. , all the heavy firepower blasted out!

"Zi————————!!"

The sound of flesh and blood being evaporated suppressed the severely distorted scream of the fallen phoenix. The holy wrathful flames from the Lord of Humanity erupted like fire cooking oil on the betrayer's face that still retained some blasphemous beauty, and quickly devoured it. His entire head, when Fulgrim finally used the power of Slaanesh to suppress the golden flames, his head had been burned until almost only his skull was left.

"My...my face! My perfect face! How dare you do this! How dare He do this!"

Although Slaanesh's foul magic has begun to slowly reconstruct Fulgrim's cheeks, how could the Lord of Mankind's pure anger towards the traitor allow the Fallen's ideas to succeed so easily? In full view of everyone, Fulgrim's head became a place where two forces battled. Purple and gold intertwined crazily, constantly reconstructing and tearing the fallen phoenix's face apart - although in the end the Emperor's fire was still overcome by the power of Slaanesh. Extinguished, however, the insufficient power of Slaanesh also turned Fogg's reconstructed face into a half-baked appearance - a crippled face without any sense of beauty at all.

"...He really is a joke already, Rilano."

He formed a sword formation with three other Emperor's Children warriors who cooperated well with him. Tarvitz, who was about to rush forward and continue to contain his genetic father, saw Fulgrim's face was burned, and even the four hands of the sword were dancing. They all looked disorganized, and there was a trace of confusion in their voices.

"Not only is our Phoenix dead, but even the last trace of it has been insulted and used by such things."

In his heart, Vespasian, who no longer regards Fulgrim as the demon prince as his genetic father, holds his sword tightly and adjusts his breathing deeply to ensure that he can instinctively enter the optimal state. Combat mentality - As one of the lord commanders of the Emperor's Children, Vespasian was ready to risk everything.

"I am your Phoenix! Your Primarch! How can you deny me!!!"

Fulgrim, who heard the extra meaning in Vespasian's words, widened his pupils, which had not yet been regenerated and therefore looked comparable to those created by Nurgle, and moved his eyes, which had partially recovered but whose pronunciation had been severely distorted. His mouth jabbered with a disgusting tone to refute Vespasian's words - then, the demon primarch heard Rilanor's voice.

"Perhaps from memory, you are indeed our Phoenix, but since you chose this path of depravity, and thought that you could become more perfect because of it, you betrayed the Emperor and abandoned everyone, including me. As your son who is not willing to join in the trouble with you, you have erased the things that really make up our Phoenix - you who think you are perfect are just the shell of the purple phoenix left behind after all the good things have been stripped away. , filled with a bunch of filthy stuff

of the despised. "

After saying these words, the ancient sage raised his hand high, and then pressed it down heavily. The eagle flag fluttered, the war roar shook the sky, and the golden flames formed an ocean, tightly trapping the fallen phoenix.

"The Emperor's son - his father's enemy!!!"

————————————Big E’s dividing line——————————————————

In the subspace, the area corresponding to the Golden Throne, flames are raging.

The figure of the great emperor, who could no longer speak easily, sat on the huge golden throne, and the vast golden spiritual energy surged around him like a tide. On the vast endless parade ground in front of Him, the Astra Militarum, the Astartes, the Battle Sisters, and even the heroic spirits of the Custodes are constantly entering the world through the portal, or leaving through the portal - for thousands of years In the future, the souls who can be guided by the Emperor to the throne will gather here, fighting to delay the inevitable future of the galaxy and find a glimmer of hope for mankind - every minute and every second, new people will join, and then, every Every minute and every second, troops set off.

"Father, I brought the things."

The most special being among these heroic spirits is undoubtedly Ferus, the original body of the Iron Hands. In this supernatural realm, only he and a small number of the Imperial Guard have the ability and qualifications to briefly talk to the current emperor. . The cursed hand was seen holding a well-sealed box, striding to the emperor's throne, kneeling on one knee, and presenting the thing - accompanied by a ball of golden fire jumping, The box in Ferus's hand began to slowly rise toward the Emperor's hand.

"Father, is it really possible that he can reappear because of this half-wisp of his soul that his descendants brought back that can withstand your flames? His other souls that were severely burned by your power still returned to the realm of Paradise. According to My calculation is that he will have the capital to return to the material world in at least six hundred and sixty-six years."

Watching the box slowly being swallowed up by the flames rising from the Emperor's hands, it finally disappeared. Ferrus, who knew that the ceremony had already begun, still couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked this question that he thought he would probably not get the answer to. Of course, he actually got one from the Emperor. An expected answer.

"No need to think too much, Ferus, this is just an experiment."

8. Outer Chapter - Abaddon's Shock

In the battleship Vengeful Spirit, which had already completely become a demon cave, the self-proclaimed Warmaster of the Black Legion, the Great Predator Abaddon, slowly opened his eyes in his room.

As the one who witnessed his genetic father's final moments during the Battle of Terra...well, to use a word that Abaddon knew about the disease - a demented Astartes warrior, Abaddon actually has no trust at all in those four who, although they possess great power, can only hide in the subspace and point fingers. In the eyes of the Great Reaver, both the Empire and Chaos are things that should be destroyed, but now, because the Empire is too powerful, in order to burn the galaxy, the power of Chaos is indispensable - even though this power is unpredictable and full of malice. , however, it can still help you in unexpected places.

And now, Chaos has given the Great Predator a different kind of revelation...

"Owner."

Seeing the great Lord of the Black Legion walking out of his meditation room, which was strictly forbidden to enter without his permission, the servants of the Great Predator immediately approached their master with respect and in a humble manner, carefully following the procedures. The moody Warmaster of Chaos was clothed - they were lucky this time, because Abaddon was so obsessed with thinking about the inexplicable revelation he had just received that after the cloth was completed, the great predator still maintained a statue-like appearance. state.

"My lord, we are approaching the end of this subspace voyage."

Just when Abadon was savoring the vague words in his mind, and secretly judging whether the information obtained from the Chaos Sea was a warning, an opportunity, a lie, or simply a trap, his The voice from his subordinates rang in his ears, and at the same time, the data screen that lit up in front of his eyes clearly informed the Great Predator that the subspace shuttle was coming to an end.

"What's going on with the fleet?"

"The total loss was three percent, and there was no loss of key equipment or personnel."

"Very good, what are the movements of the other fleets that are going to join us? The servants of the Pseudo-Emperor are now concentrating on fighting against the Tyranid swarm. Their empty defense gives us a good opportunity to penetrate, and we cannot waste any time."

"The fleet of the Perfect Lord Warband is already waiting at the end point."

"Perfect Lord, huh..."

After hearing this name, even though Abaddon had been a Chaos Warmaster for thousands of years and had dealt with God knows how many Chaos Astartes, demons, wizards, aliens and other messy things, he couldn't help but have a hint of " A ray of contempt - ever since a certain incident occurred where he didn't know the specific location, what happened or the outcome of the incident, but according to his investigation, there was a high probability that it involved Fulgrim, the demon primarch of Slaanesh. , the entire Chaos Astartes faction of Slaanesh suddenly fell into a state of malaise, and Eidolon, the Soul Breaker who had dealt with him the most, was confirmed to be dead - although, as time went by, the original demon The news of Tifugen’s comeback makes

The Slaanesh faction's Astartes warbands are slowly regaining some of their strength. However, these guys who originally had poor discipline, poor abilities, and failed to accomplish anything, after a more chaotic recovery, basically can only do some less strategic work. To put it mildly, give them autonomy. Quan, to put it harshly, I worry about the side effects of using them as cannon fodder...

"At least they heeded your call, Warmaster."

Hearing the contempt for these Slaanesh Astartes in Abaddon's tone, his subordinates had to use a slightly flattering approach to persuade the great predator not to deal with these people whom he himself did not think highly of. When the things came together, they acted too 'extraordinarily' - after all, if the Astartes of the Slaanesh faction were really determined to cause trouble...

These bastards are really capable of a bunch of operations that don't follow any logic at all! !

"You don't need to remind me - I will arrange a good place for them so that they can play their best role. After entering the real universe and making sure that all systems are stable, you will give them my orders."

Although he really looked down on these Slaanesh gadgets, the Chaos Warmaster still followed the principle of 'something can be of some use as long as it is placed in the right place', and arranged a place for these 'allies' who had not yet met - with the revenge The Soul's hull suddenly rushed out of the Mandeville Point of the target galaxy. The Chaos Warmaster's order was also sent to the Perfect Lords warband who was waiting for Abaddon's fleet somewhere inside the galaxy through the communication method of the real universe. On the flagship 'Eternal Desire' battle barge, the Great Reaver strode to the bridge and sat on his throne, waiting for feedback from the Perfect Lords warband.

One second passed....

Two seconds passed....

Three seconds passed....

A minute passed...

"Trash is trash."

Probably already guessing the reason why the guys from the Perfect Lord warband didn't respond to him now, the Chaos Warmaster turned his head slightly and simply made a gesture to one of his guards. The guard understood and turned around to leave the bridge. , began to gather the brothers of the war gang - the meaning of the Great Predator was very clear, the Perfect Lord war gang was not of great use, therefore, in order to allow every resource to be used to kill the false emperor, the great thing of burning the Milky Way In fact, what they have to do is to let the Chaos Astartes of the Perfect Lord Warband offer everything "actively" or "passively".

Then......

"what happened?"

Looking at the clear words 'Contact Interrupted' displayed on the screen, Abaddon's expression darkened - he was well aware of the combat effectiveness of his direct subordinates, and in order to quickly and effectively transfer the Perfect Lord's war gang's The members were suppressed, and the raiders arranged by the Big Predator still had Terminators in their hands. However, less than half an hour after they successfully jumped into the gang, why did they all lose contact? The kind that didn't even send an alert!

"Perhaps the psychic energy of the psykers in the Perfect Lord warband interfered with the communication - no, when this happens, the second preparation plan should be activated."

A member of the Black Legion speculated, but this speculation was quickly denied by himself - the direct subordinates of the Great Reaver have always maintained good tactical literacy, and things such as being intercepted by psykers are in their eyes It's not a problem. Judging from his war experience, even if the Perfect Lord warband raised a Slaanesh demon on their ship, they wouldn't be able to do such a thing.

"You, and you, take people to see it."

After thinking for a second, Abaddon decided to increase the pressure - however, to his 'surprise', the second batch of Black Legion soldiers he sent over also lost contact collectively shortly after boarding the ship!

"It seems like something has prepared a 'trap' for us."

After losing two waves of soldiers under his command in a row, even Abaddon was a little embarrassed. Just when he began to consider whether to send people to continue exploring or ignore the matter, repair for a while and go directly to the next Mandeville point. At that moment, the revelation he had received in meditation suddenly rolled into his mind. In an instant, the big plunderer realized that what the revelation revealed was right in front of him, on the perfect ship that for some reason became the 'Dragon Pool and Tiger's Den' On board the Lord's warband's flagship.

"Assemble the troops, I want to go up there myself."

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Lights that are so colorful that they can make mortals dizzy, music of unknown meaning that is composed of screams or worse things that linger forever in the ears, paintings or carvings made from all kinds of messy materials that only look like they will make you feel uncomfortable. I find the decorations disgusting and the 'heavy' fragrance that permeates the air.

Although, as the Chaos Warmaster, Abaddon visited many Slaanesh warband bases and boarded many warships controlled by Slaanesh followers, the Great Despoiler never disliked the 'decorative style' of Slaanesh gadgets. Lowered by one point. Therefore, before setting foot on the deck of the ship of the Perfect Lords, Abaddon activated a bunch of equipment on his armor so that he would not be tainted by these bad things. However, after teleporting into After this ship, the Chaos Warmaster discovered the first thing that was wrong.

Too quiet and too clean.

"My lord, this ship does not look like

The flagship of a Slaanesh warband is more like something controlled by the guys from the Pseudo-Emperor. "

Next to Abaddon, a terminator who served as his personal guard spoke hoarsely - no doubt, the veterans who followed Abaddon aboard the battle barge also keenly noticed that something was wrong.

"The distortion of being following Slaanesh cannot be disguised, and there is nothing wrong with the last psychic communication before leaving the warp."

Another Terminator probably guessed what his colleague wanted to say and took over his words.

"It is impossible for the servants of the false emperor to wipe out the entire Perfect Lord war gang in such a short period of time - to say the least, even if they really did it, they would never be able to cover the Paradise so easily. The power on this ship has been removed, and, most importantly, this system has not been contaminated by the servants of the false emperor, and we have not detected any signals from ships loyal to the false emperor in this system."

The voice of the third terminator sounded in the communication channel immediately after the second person - in the view of this ancient warrior who has experienced countless chaotic battlefields, the culprit of the destruction of the Perfect Lord War Gang is extremely likely to be... The lackeys of the false emperor have nothing to do with it - after all, the combat effectiveness of those guys is inferior to that of the warriors of the gods. Without any big movement, the entire Slaanesh warband was destroyed, and two batches of them were taken away. The members of the Black Legion who boarded the ship disappeared silently. This kind of thing is impossible no matter how you think about it!

"My lord, what is your order?"

Of course, although these veterans of the war all expressed their own opinions and put forward their opinions on why the ship became like this, the final decision still had to be left to Abaddon, so the Terminator veteran who spoke first turned his head slightly, He looked at Abaddon, waiting for his order.

"retreat."

Unexpectedly, Abaddon spit out a word that they did not expect.

"What?"

Hearing this word, all the Terminators who had been teleported with Abaddon were stunned.

"I said retreat."

The revelation that the subspace had just given him became more and more vivid. Some terrifying possibilities were already swimming in the soul of the Chaos Warmaster. He could feel the Chaos brand on his body heating up, screaming, and resisting crazily. There are certain things permeating this ship that logically should not exist - no, the moment the Son of Vengeance stood up, certain things were already an established fact. How ridiculous, the two sides of the confrontation, Essentially the same kind of thing!

"No, my lord, our teleportation system has been interfered with. Something is interfering with the stability of the subspace on this ship. If we force teleportation, we may be teleported to a very bad area or simply become subspace. The flotsam inside.”

However, Abaddon's decisive decision did not change anything. As the aura that made Abaddon feel his hair standing on end continued to spread, he found that the teleportation devices of him and his Terminator troops had been attacked. There was a considerable degree of interference, and golden lines were spreading on the walls of the battleship, outlining the emblem of a legion, a legion's emblem that theoretically...should not be too opposed to itself.

"???"

Not only Abaddon, but the Terminators under his command were also silent for a few tenths of a second when they saw the appearance of this emblem - using golden flames to burn out the oldest eagle emblem of the Third Legion, even in the eyes of fear The veterans of the Third Legion who like to engage in performance art will not do this, because not only will it not give them the slightest sense of pleasure, but it will make them fall into an extreme emptiness - Abaddon probably He knew that emptiness, he had experienced that feeling after learning that his father had become a puppet.

"The guy who hides his head and shows his tail, come out and face the Chaos Warmaster."

Knowing that he would not be able to retreat back to a safe area in a short period of time, Abaddon calmed down and prepared to face the upcoming challenge. He already knew that this battle would be a tough one, so he must...

"!!!"

Then, Abaddon saw a touch of color, a touch of color that should have nothing to do with the Third Legion, and the person wearing this color, who should not be here...

Leading several soldiers he was very familiar with, but who should all be dead long ago...the Purple Phoenix.

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"I did see him! Fulgrim! He's back! He's working for your false emperor!"

After Abaddon and his Terminators were defeated together, but finally managed to lock the fleet coordinates of the Vengeful Spirit and retreated, a certain man fell into a line of Ultramarines in a crippled posture due to a teleportation error due to subspace turbulence. The words the Black Legion Terminator on the ship yelled during interrogation.

9. The weeper - the one living outside

Gibulsa planetary system.

This is a medium-sized planetary system composed of four planets of different sizes that was just discovered by the empire's expedition team. It is located in an area of ​​the Eastern Terminus Star Region that the empire has not invested many resources in exploring before. After confirming that the planet numbered 2 in this planetary system actually has an atmosphere with normal composition and proportions, it is not prosperous but at least has some vegetation, and there are also some small animals. An expedition team realizes they have discovered an extremely valuable planet

After Chang Zai was ecstatic, he immediately sent everything about this galaxy to the relevant departments of the empire for them to record. Then he led his expedition team down to the planet Jibursa II to start pioneering work. The expedition leader was convinced that as long as In thirty years, he and his team members will be able to build a suitable colony on this resource-rich and habitable planet - and this colony will also become the first step on his way to becoming a planetary governor.

Then, when they were halfway through the construction, an alien fleet arrived at this planetary system, and also expressed a considerable degree of interest in Gibursa II... Although these aliens who called themselves "Titanium" were different from other aliens known to the expedition captain, they did not launch an attack immediately after discovering the explorers' camps, but sent diplomats to "friendly" and conduct diplomatic "communications" with the expedition team. However, the demands made by these aliens made the expedition captain extremely angry - if you don't want to die, either give up this planet or succumb to the heresy of the aliens? If I were a coward, I wouldn't lead the expedition team to explore the edge of the unknown world again and again!