Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The body is majestic and tall, and just by looking at it, one can tell that the giant's body contains infinite and surging terrifying power.

The sound he made was like a thunderbolt naturally born between heaven and earth, it was deafening and made the enemies tremble.

That is a stalwart god who should only exist in mythology, but came to the world out of pity for the suffering of mortals.

The size difference between a Giant and any Space Marine is as significant as the difference between a Space Marine and a mortal.

The brilliance reflected by the azure armor is like the morning light of hope, which makes people feel at ease and no longer so desperate.

This armor has an extraordinary origin at first glance. It is the painstaking effort of the top sages of the Mechanicum after thousands of years, and it combines countless advanced technologies.

The upper surface of the armor is covered with many runes, and the most eye-catching thing is the golden double-headed imperial eagle in the center of the breastplate, which is covered with rice ears.

Behind the stalwart figure with a halo all over his body, there is a white cloak fluttering in the air.

The face exposed above the breastplate is cold and arrogant, like the work of the top craftsman, impeccable.

Even if you don't do anything, there is a sense of oppression without anger.

The iron cross halo behind his head further set off his majestic and inviolable temperament.

The god descended from the sky and slew the Plague Warrior with a single blow, to the astonishment and horror of all his enemies.

His coming means victory.

The impact brought by Guilliman's landing made the ground utter an overwhelmed sound, shaking the cultists to stagger and panic.

Many traitors tremble at the sight of a god descending upon the battlefield.

His arrival made the cultists and plague fighters all stand still, and the terrible oppression made them lose their courage.

Guilliman scanned the enemy with majestic eyes, once again lamenting the power of the Primarch and the Armor of Destiny in his heart.

At an altitude of 1,600 meters, you can jump as you say, and nothing will happen.

Such a strong body, a proper little superman.

If you go back to your own world, you can't allow people to block and kill people, and Buddhas to block and kill Buddhas.

Jumping straight into the sky is indeed a great psychological blow to the enemy, and these guys are basically dumbfounded.

Originally, the victory was within his grasp, but suddenly a Primarch popped out, and his mentality was about to explode.

"You can't change anything, son of the corpse emperor, your time has passed."

The Plague Dreadnought, covered in flesh and blood, was the first to let out a roar, and the giant artillery equipped on its arm fired wildly, trying to strangle a Primarch with its firepower.

The halo of the Iron Cross vibrated slightly, and the protective force field visible to the naked eye enveloped Guilliman in it.

The enemy's artillery fire can only stir up waves of vicious flames on the force field shield.

The traitor Dauntless' attacks were feeble and futile.

There is no way to break through the defense of the Primarch.

"Die, traitor."

Guilliman rushed forward, and the flames rising from the Emperor's Sword became brighter and brighter.

In the astonished and inconceivable eyes of the entire battlefield, the fearless cast of flesh and steel was pierced by the Primarch's sword.

The golden flame spread along the long sword and burned violently on the opponent's body.

"Do not!"

The remnant of the plague warrior champion in the fearless sarcophagus let out a scream.

There is a nutrition tank in Dreadnought, which is called a living coffin, or a sarcophagus.

It is used to place the remains of soldiers who are seriously injured and dying, their bodies are fragmented and cannot be repaired, so that they can continue to serve.

The flesh and blood of a large number of maggots and the flies covering the dreadnought made a hissing sound under the burning of the golden flame, and they were all burnt to charcoal in the flame.

Even the alloy steel melted in the hot golden flame, turning into scorching hot iron juice.

Jie'an stared at this god-like man in dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time.

It wasn't until the screaming air flow sounded in his ears that he raised his head from the numb state.

The boxy Thunderhawk whizzed past at low altitude, the burst cannon extending from the front of the cabin was releasing burst beams, and the automatic cannon at the bottom was also firing automatically.

The cultists and traitor soldiers were suppressed and fled in all directions, howling.

The place where the Thunderhawk gunboat passed by set off a sea of ​​explosive flames, and the Imperial Air Force cleaned up all the enemies at an extremely efficient speed.

At high altitude, there are fighter planes such as Stormbird passing by, carrying out saturation bombing on the ground.

High in the sky, spears of light cut through the plague cloud that covered the entire planet, and descended from the sky. When they landed, they charred and vitrified hundreds of meters around.

Those plague walking corpses, plague warriors, and demon engines were all destroyed under this attack like Tianwei.

Jie'an was dumbfounded, from the despair on the verge of death to the victory of reversing the situation, it came so suddenly that he was completely unprepared.

He stared closely at the stalwart giant in azure armor. That face made him feel very familiar, but he couldn't remember the other party's true identity.

"Is he the Emperor's archangel? I've seen him next to the Emperor's statue."

The little girl who was rescued by Jie'an pointed to the blue figure that swept away everything and destroyed all enemies.

Jie'an's confused brain instantly cleared up, like lightning flashing through the fog.

"Primarium, Primarch. Son of the Emperor, true Lord of Ultramar."

Realizing the identity of the other party, Jie'an couldn't speak clearly.

The faces of the other soldiers were equally shocked, the Primarch and the Emperor had already become untraceable myths.

Ten thousand years is enough to make many things lose their original appearance.

Many ancient histories have long been lost in the long river of time, and the original truth can no longer be glimpsed.

Aside from the Primarch's home planet, many doubt whether the Empire ever had those powerful, wise, god-like Primarchs.

But now, all doubts will be dispelled.

A real Primarch appeared in front of the world, and this is the best evidence.

As in those mythological descriptions, they are unstoppable and unstoppable.

All enemies who try to stand in their way will be completely destroyed.

Jie'an, who realized that the planet had been saved, showed a hint of ecstasy on his face, and the despair and pessimism in his heart were also swept away.

"Back charge, quick, back charge."

"Reverse charge, all troops who heard my order will carry out this order, quick, counter charge, we are going to win."

Jie'an shouted with all his strength, issuing orders to all the troops he could contact.

After shouting, Jie'an was ready to join the charging team with his command sword and pistol.

Victory was calling him.

Glory and victory are also calling.

Cough! Cough! Cough!

The severe cough forced him to stop. The heart-piercing pain made him feel as if he could cough out his lungs.

The body was weaker than ever, and suddenly felt too tired to move.

Fatigue soaked into every cell, making him unable to even stand up.

"Are you all right, sir??"

Seeing Jie'an's appearance, the guard on the side looked nervous and asked uneasily.

"I didn't, no, poof"

Before he finished speaking, Jie'an vomited a mouthful of blood and fell down on his back.

"Medical soldier, hurry up, medic."

"This way, this way."

"Uncle, don't die, uncle."

Jie'an's eyes became blurred, and the voice of the guard crying in pain rang in his ears.

The little girl shook his body with a very sad tone.

Many people lifted him up and put him in another place.

Jie'an didn't know what it was.

It could be a stretcher, or it could be a troop carrier.

Now he is very confused, his perception of the outside world is very weak, and he can only rely on hearing and touch.

Someone is crying, someone is shouting.

It seems that I am not very annoying, at least someone will cry for me.

The brain gradually blurred, and Jie'an, who felt that thinking was getting more and more difficult, thought of it.

This gave him a little bit of psychological comfort.

Merciful Emperor, forgive me for my incompetent life, and may I return to your kingdom.

The tormented man uttered his last prayers and fell into darkness.

Guilliman strode to the battlefield, and no enemy could stop him.

Any guy who tries to do that will end up being torn apart by him.

The arrival of the Primarch means victory, an unstoppable victory.

"My lord." The chief think tank of the Dawn Star War Group pointed in one direction, "Extremely strong subspace fluctuations are being emitted, the curtain of reality is being weakened, and the enemy's ritual is likely to be on that side."

Guilliman looked in the direction the other party was pointing at, and the thick plague cloud enveloped the ruins, giving people a faint feeling of uneasiness, and his brows frowned.

"go ahead."

He didn't say much, just raised the sword in his hand, signaling the other fighters to move on.

No matter what, stopping the opponent's ceremony is the most important thing to do now.

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