Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Alpharius knows more about the security measures of the Imperial Palace than most people in the Empire.

Before the palace was built, he was already wandering in it.

The secret path he took is not known to the current imperial guards.

Only the first Marshal of the Custodian Army, the Prime Minister of the Empire - Malcador, and the Emperor can know such a secret tunnel.

The latecomers knew nothing about it.

Not to mention that there would be such a road that could lead directly to the most important place in the empire.

When Alpharius was discovered, he was just the last door from where the Emperor lived.

A Custodian sensed the anomaly and spotted Alpharius stalking in the dark.

The eyes of the two met.

Neither of them expected to find each other in this situation.

Alpharius moved quickly, flicking his hand violently, and a throwing blade flew out.

The imperial army was hit directly on the forehead by the throwing blade he threw, and even the helmet was cut open like tofu.

Throwing blades have some Warp power added to them.

Possesses the sharpness that can easily break through the armor of the imperial army.

This is the killer blow.

Alpharius hopes to solve the other party in the fastest way, otherwise he will be exposed and add unnecessary variables to his actions.

The assassination of the Emperor had to be successful.

This is a gamble where everything is on the line.

Ten thousand years ago, when Alpharius learned the truth of Chaos from the mouths of those ancient races, there was no turning back.

The Custodian has a body and combat power beyond the Astartes.

Alpharius knew very well that if he attacked the opponent's throat, he would not be able to kill him immediately.

The Custodian would still have enough time to fire warning shots and delay himself.

The Custodians are tough fighters, possessing a paranoia bordering on madness when it comes to protecting the Emperor.

Strong willpower can even make them ignore the call of death.

Alpharius knew this 10,000 years ago.

But Alpharius missed one point, that is, the imperial army had accepted the upgrade not long ago.

If the Forbidden Army thousands of years ago suffered a blow with subspace power, they must have died.

Accepting the implantation of the heart of the empire, the Forbidden Army who completed the upgrade exploded with a powerful vitality beyond Alpharius' estimate.

The throwing blade with added subspace power didn't kill the Custodian in the first place.

Under Alpharius' astonished gaze, the other party raised the spear in his hand at the speed of an afterimage.

The front-mounted bolt launchers screamed, and the bullets loaded with high explosives whizzed out in flames.

Alpharius leaned over to the right, and two explosive bombs passed by where his head was just now, and hit the wall behind, making an explosion sound.

Ancient art hanging on the walls was reduced to ashes and splinters in the blast.

Alpharius, realizing that he had no time, drew closer to the Custodians.

It must be done quickly.

The spear's power field was activated, crackling blue arcs wrapped around the gleaming blade.

The imperial army unleashed a vicious and precise blow, trying to strangle the enemy who broke into this place.

It's a pity that even after accepting the upgrade, the Forbidden Army is still too weak in the face of a rebellious Primarch with an awakened essence.

Alpharius grabbed hold of the Custodian's thrusting spear, hit him with his back and hips, and then used himself as leverage to knock him over with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Before the imperial army could react, they took away the spear, turned it upside down, and stabbed it into the opponent's chest.

However, the other party has successfully prevented Alpharius' infiltration.

He has been exposed.

The footsteps of the imperial guards echoed in the silent corridor.

They are numerous and coming fast.

Alpharius passed the last door with his bleeding spear, and charged into the humming throne room.

He was running, past those soul siphons, toward the Emperor's throne.

Those siphons rumbled, belching steam and rainbow light.

They drained the souls of psykers and used them to feed the Emperor.

Those sacrificed lives all showed expressions of extreme pain, scratching the thick and hard cabin.

The existence of the Empire is bloody, dark, and brutal.

Every day, ten thousand psykers give their lives to keep the empire alive.

Thousands of greasy servants maintain the machines according to established procedures.

The rapid sound of the siren did not make them leave their posts.

Protecting machinery takes precedence over dealing with intruders.

These machines needed to keep running, drawing souls to feed the Emperor, ensuring that he could hold the Webway and keep Terra from becoming a demon world.

Several priests of mechanical technology in red and black cloaks stared in horror at Alpharius who broke in.

They have no weapons in their hands.

This was to ensure that no one could harm the Emperor.

The mechanical priests stood up bravely, trying to slow down the opponent's speed.

Alpharius waved the spear in his hand, and with just a few breaths, he killed all those mechanical priests.

Synthetic blood and motor oil flowed from the fallen priest's body.

Then the spear in his hand was thrown out, piercing through a forbidden army guarding here.

Its heavy body was sent flying with unmatched strength, and it was firmly nailed to a machine, bursting out a large number of sparks, and the gushing flames engulfed the imperial army.

Alpharius did not check the opponent's life and death, but rushed to the golden throne where the emperor was at the fastest speed.

A long sword exuding a cold aura appeared in his hand.

The whole body of the sword is pitch black, as if forged from pure night.

This is a special weapon.

Only such a weapon could harm the Emperor.

The teleported flash lights up on the golden throne.

Forms of Custodians emerged from the flash, weapons in hand, trying to stop Alpharius.

It's a pity that the opponent's speed is too fast.

They can't stop it at all.

Moreover, they are also wary, unable to let go of the battle, worried about destroying the golden throne.

"You are not allowed to move forward, rebellious." Valanor's growl sounded.

Alpharius didn't care about the roar of the Marshal of the Forbidden Army, but sped up his speed instead.

After knocking down two Custodians again, Alpharius stood by the Emperor's side.

The golden light reflected on his goggles.

Through those lights, he saw the Emperor's broken body.

The horrific scars of the battle of Horus still linger on the immortal body.

"All plans will come true today." Alpharius said in a deep voice: "You will return like a strong wind and rule this race again. Father, after today, your throne will be lifted up and turned into a realm of gods."

Alpharius' gaze was so determined.

Since 10,000 years ago, when he saw all the truth, this plan has been promoted.

All he did was for the Emperor.

This is also the reason why the Alpha Legion was so precise during the Great Rebellion.

He must ensure that the power of the two factions is on the same level, so that the direction of things does not deviate from the future he has seen.

The emperor was seriously injured and accepted the faith, thus completing the transformation from mortal to god.

If the emperor had not been injured, the state religion would never have been able to rise, let alone accept the faith.

Alpharius knew of the Emperor's plans for the Webway.

But he knew that road was a dead end.

The webway cannot save humanity.

The Eldar have mastered the webway, and their end didn't end in a tragic end.

Even if the emperor isolated those psykers and cut off the tentacles of the gods, it was only for a while.

Chaos will not die because of this.

Just dormant.

After thousands of years, ten thousand years later, human beings will gradually forget the Emperor's warning.

Arrogant people will once again regain the abandoned psychic power.

Take a path of depravity and indulgence not unlike that of the Eldar.

However, the history of human beings will be much shorter than that of the Eldar, and the ending will be much more tragic.

Only when the emperor becomes a god can the extinction of mankind be prevented, the chaotic subspace can be ended, and the two worlds can be kept in balance.

Valano has been running wildly, but his speed is still a little slower.

Alpharius stared at the Emperor, the blade in his hand stabbing at the place where the heart was.

The black blade that sank into the Emperor's body turned red and shone bright as lava.

The sharp blade forged with the most terrifying witchcraft can completely cut off the emperor's anchor point in the real universe, that is, the broken body.

The power of witchcraft burst out, and the shock wave spread outward in a circular shape.

The surrounding machines sparked and exploded, and the flames engulfed the servants who maintained the machinery.

The supercharged energy spewed out like a fountain, causing even more terrifying explosions, and the terrifying sound echoed throughout the palace cheering for the return of the two Primarchs.

Accompanied by human beings for ten thousand years, only when the big rift opened, the beam of astronomical light that was briefly extinguished flickered a few times before disappearing completely.

The Emperor's Song, which had been echoed in the Warp for ten thousand years, also slowly faded away.

In the entire galaxy, an indescribable sadness suddenly emerged in the hearts of countless people.

The entire solar system, the people who were still carnival just now, suddenly became extremely sad.

They feel like they've lost something important, something that held them together.

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"No!" Valanor yelled in pain as he saw the Emperor impaled by the vicious weapon in Alpharius' hands.

He sprang up and slashed at Alpharius with his spear, forcing him away from the Emperor.

The advancing Custodians formed a shield wall around the Emperor.

Alpharius didn't care.

He has succeeded.

The emperor has the quality of immortality, even if he is killed, he will be reborn again.

But this time, he will not be reborn as a mortal body, but as a god.

The Emperor is dead, the God-Emperor will appear.

Alpharius blocked Valanor's several attacks, then turned around and rushed outside the throne room, forcing away the guards who tried to stop him.

The plan is done, it's time to leave.

As long as he could escape into the maze, no matter how many people Guilliman sent, it would be impossible to find him.

Unfortunately, it was accompanied by a few teleportation flashes.

Alpharius' escape plan collapsed.

He was no longer facing the Custodians, but the Primarch who had the same name as himself as a demigod.

Vulkan, who came out of the light, waved the giant hammer in his hand, blocking his way forward.

"What did you do??" Vulkan's eyes showed anger, and his extraordinary mind allowed him to analyze the truth from those panicked shouts.

Alpharius assassinates the Emperor.

"I did what I should do." Alpharius looked at Vulkan vigilantly, holding the spear of the imperial army that he had snatched.

"Alpharius, you bastard." Russ also roared, and the angry wolf king stared at the brother who dared to kill his father.

Sanguinius, Jaghatai, and Ryan also came out of the light.

The shock on their faces was indescribable, followed by monstrous rage.

Seeing the arrival of these brothers, Alpharius felt more and more heavy in his heart, and his own escape was already impossible.

"It seems that I can't escape." Alpharius dropped the spear in his hand.

Fighting will only make him lose face and end in embarrassment.

It is impossible for him to defeat so many brothers.

The furious Ruth raised his fist and punched Alpharius a few times.

If it weren't for other Primarchs holding him back, I'm afraid he would beat this guy who dared to kill his father to death.

The imperial guards who rushed over pressed the bleeding Alpharius to the ground and controlled him.

However, everything is irreparable.

Imbued with the power of the Warp, the blade pierced the Emperor's immortal body.

"Complete blockade. Immediately check the operation of the Golden Throne to ensure that the webway will not explode." Guilliman stepped out of the teleportation beam, saw the weapon on the Emperor's body, his heart sank, and he immediately issued an order .

When the imperial prime minister who came in a hurry, Petunia, was trembling when she heard the news, but she still insisted on carrying out Guilliman's order.

Many sages were dispatched urgently, and Guilliman asked them to ensure the operation of the Golden Throne.

Several spiritual prophets who had come to participate in the imperial regent's enthronement ceremony, including the old antique Eldrar, were also invited to find a way to heal the emperor.

However, no matter how hard the Primarchs tried, the damage Alpharius had wrought could not be undone.

"We can't do anything about it." Eldrar, the Great Prophet of the Spirit Race, also shook his head, "That weapon is too vicious."

Under the desperate eyes of the Primarchs, the Emperor's vitality slowly faded away, just like the evening sun being pulled towards the horizon little by little.

No matter what they did, they could not save the Emperor's life.

The legendary man who built the empire has come to the end of his life.

"The power of the Golden Throne is weakening, and more than 30% of its components have been destroyed." After checking, Kaul reported to Guilliman: "The subspace is making waves, and the minions of the gods are waiting for the power of the emperor." Collapse, if there is no Emperor's will to guard, those demons will pour directly into Terra, and the power in them will tear the solar system apart."

"Turn the Gray Knights here, guard the webway, and bring Magnus here." Guilliman said, "Also, to speed up the assembly of the Mechanical Throne, the Firewall must be established before the Emperor's power completely disappears." stand up."

Guilliman kept making arrangements, blocked the news, and at the same time tried to make the astronomical torch light up to calm people's hearts.

"My mission has come to an end, sons." Sitting in the stasis field on the golden throne, the Emperor, who hadn't spoken a word for ten thousand years, opened his eyes and spoke again.

It's just that there is an undisguised weakness in the voice.