Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

It is undoubtedly a huge provocation to announce the death of the other party in front of a god.

Being humiliated by mortals like this, if he remains indifferent, he is afraid that his majesty as a god will be directly swept away.

When Clovis said that he would exterminate the blood god.

The blood god let out a furious roar.

The air is thrown into stones like a calm pool.

Sound waves visible to the naked eye were released in front of the blood god.

The terrifying power shook the entire space.

Blood waves rolled, and endless divine power gushed out, pouring down like an endless sea of ​​blood that burst a bank, filling the entire blood-colored space.

The infinite power turned into a monstrous wave of blood and rushed towards Clovis and his party.

There were endless wailing sounds in the blood wave.

The bloody waves turned into desperate and painful faces, all of which were the creatures and players who had been sacrificed in the past.

Tortured for eternity, trapped in the realm of the blood god, becoming his plaything and pawn for entertainment.

"I swear that I will take your soul and put it in eternal purgatory. You will not be free until the moment everything decays."

The blood god uttered vicious curses from that tusk-ridden mouth, unleashing a rage so terrible that it could set the world ablaze.

Clovis was indifferent.

What if the other party is a god?

He wholeheartedly serves the Holy Light, the all-knowing and all-powerful Emperor of the Empire.

His firm belief made him fearless.

Even in the face of terrifying false gods, he can swing his sword firmly without any wavering.

Blood waves swept towards Clovis and his party.

The great teacher raised his hand and recited the scriptures of prayer.

Using the power of the rules of the heart of the empire to distort the violent and turbulent blood wave, causing it to collapse into a misty blood mist.

His teammates couldn't do that.

They barely completed the three generations of upgrades, and they still had some difficulty facing a furious god.

The two soldiers were engulfed by the terrifying wave of blood, and their heavy bodies were sucked into the wave of blood.

If it weren't for the sturdy power armor to remove the impact, there would still be the self-protection ability of the empire's heart that distorts the rules.

I'm afraid they will be crushed alive by the blood god.

There are layers of blood waves, one wave stronger than the other.

Clovis stood still like a rock in the sea, and those blood waves approached him, directly turning into blood mist that disintegrated.

Clovis' comrades were wrapped in blood waves and rushed to the distance, relying on the protection of the Empire's Heart and Power Armor to support them.

Use the wave of blood to separate Clovis' battle-brothers.

The blood god no longer wasted his divine power, but rushed straight to the great teacher.

As a god, the God of Blood knew very well that there was no way to defeat the opponent by relying on witchcraft or other tricks.

The opponent has the ability to dispel the power of ether.

Even if his divine power can crush the stars, he still can't shake the other party in the slightest.

The waves can erase the sand castles on the beach, but not the stones on the beach.

Only by using the most primitive way can it be possible to kill the opponent.

The body of the blood god became huge, and his tentacles became hard and thick as if they were covered with a layer of black scales.

The tip was still shining with a strange blood light, and it danced in the air a few times at random, and then there was a whoosh sound of piercing the air.

Several tentacles turned into spikes and slammed towards Clovis.

Clovis dodged a few tentacles.

He used the magic sword in his hand to block the terrifying attack of one of the tentacles.

The collision of the two sent out sparks.

The power field intertwined with the weird blood light, making crackling noises.

There was a whining sound from the power armor's servo system, and only when it was running at full strength could it release all its power and prevent it from collapsing.

"I despise you, pathetic false god," roared Clovis. "You shall be purified at last by the wrath of the Great Emperor."

The Blood God was much taller than the Gray Knight in full gear and four Primaris upgrades.

Hearing Clovis' roar, the blood god's weird, smooth head bowed slightly, as if there were eyes on it.

"Let your dog emperor die." The blood god said angrily, his mouth full of fangs roared.

The blood god released a sound wave, and after being dodged by Clovis, he waved his tentacles and chopped down with one blow.

Clovis used the space ability to move himself away, avoiding the opponent's attack again.

The bloody space was shaken by the terrifying blow of the blood god.

Clovis seized this opportunity, using the ability of time to slow down the movement speed of the surrounding things, and then jumped up, slashing at the opponent's head with the magic sword in his hand.

The Blood God wasn't affected by Clovis' time ability for long.

As soon as it entered the stagnation, the opponent got rid of the influence of the slowing down of time and regained its normal ability to act.

The gods who have been in the subspace for a long time have their own time force fields. When they enter the real universe, they only adjust their time flow rate to be consistent with the flow rate of the real universe, and will not be affected by the time flow of the main universe or other creatures. Force field effects.

The time control ability is extremely lethal to those creatures who are surrounded by the time of the real universe, but it has little effect on these creatures with their own time force field.

It is as if the economic sanctions of a certain mangy dog ​​can cause a devastating blow to companies that rely on the global industrial chain, and have little lethality to those companies that have the entire industrial chain.

The restored blood god dodged a blow from Clovis.

However, his body was too large, even if he got rid of the influence of the slow flow of time, it would be difficult to completely avoid Clovis' sharp blow.

The sword slashed into his scarlet-cloaked shoulder.

The demon in the blade howled excitedly, and bit the blood god's soul with one bite.

The Blood God let out a painful growl.

His tentacles waved wildly.

One of them hit Clovis, sending him flying along the stone door. Breaking those ancient stone pillars stained with scarlet blood.

The blood god entered the castle through the stone gate.

Being severely injured by a mortal made him even more angry, and the only way to relieve the depression in his heart was to crush the other person to ashes.

The tentacle slammed again at the downed Clovis, but again the Grand Master dodged the blow.

While dodging, he pulled the trigger.

The high-speed explosive bomb caught the blood god by surprise.

The special substance in it is extremely harmful to the spirit and divinity.

Make the blood god miserable. The bleeding didn't stop.

Clovis seized the opportunity and cut off one of the opponent's tentacles.

The shining divine blood splashed out from the wound and fell to the ground with a sizzle.

"Mortal." The blood god roared to the sky, and sound waves visible to the naked eye came out of his mouth.

The entire giant castle shook.

Buildings collapse like blocks.

Clovis was sent flying again, crashing into the wall.

Even with the protection of the Heart of the Empire, Clovis still felt that his internal organs seemed to be displaced, most of his bones were shattered, and even the servo system of the armor wailed in pain.

"Go to hell, mortal, you will be cursed by me forever."

The blood god turned his tentacles into bloody weapons and stabbed at Clovis.

bang! bang!

Psionic flames flickered in the air with the sound of bolters.

The bomb exploded on the blood god.

The psionic flames set him aflame, too.

The combat brothers who were knocked into the air just now climbed up again.

The blood god was beaten back again and again.

Clovis managed to get up, raised the demon sword, and limped forward.

In the scream of the devil's excitement, he stabbed the sharp sword into the back of the opponent's heart, piercing into the heart.

The blood god wailed in pain, his huge body trembling unceasingly.

The demon gnawed at his soul, and blood gushed out along the blade.

The blood god sent Clovis flying with a wave of his tentacles.

The other battle brothers fired one after another, and the bombs continued to explode on the blood god, making him howl again and again.

The huge body swayed left and right.

Divine blood spurted out and sprinkled on the ground.

His rationality was overwhelmed by pain, and he could only follow his instinctive attacks.

Clovis dodged the attack of the tentacles, grabbed the hilt of the sword again, and slashed hard, splitting half of the blood god's body.

Then the blade turned and slashed at the tentacles used by the opponent to support the body.

Amid impotent and furious roars, the blood god finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

The other combat brothers all rushed forward, hitting with explosive bombs, slashing, poking, and chopping with weapons, making the blood god bloody and bloody, screaming again and again.

"Quick, kill him."

"kill him."

"kill him."

The demon in the sword trembled with excitement, inciting Clovis to kill the god.

"This is the fate of heretics." Clovis limped up, his body was in sharp pain, but he was suppressed by his strong will, he raised the magic sword and shouted : "This is the fate of being an enemy of the empire, and all false gods who dare to stop the great cause of the emperor of the empire will be like this."

As he said that, Clovis' sharp blade whizzed down, beheading the head of the blood god.

The blood with radiant divine brilliance spewed out suddenly.

The blood god's limbs struggled, as if fighting against the eternal nothingness.

After a while, it stopped struggling and completely lost its life.

The body was ignited with raging flames.

Divinity, spiritual matter, soul, and flesh and blood were all turned into fuel for the fire of destruction, turning into pieces of fly ash.

A god thus died.

Mortals are mortal.

Coming in a hurry, Grom, who had no time to rest, stood in front of his aging friend.

The other party has reached the moment of death.

The natural aging of the body has reached an irreversible level.

It's just that the other party is still holding on, and it seems that there is still an unfulfilled wish, so he didn't accept the emperor's embrace for a long time, and went to sleep in the eternal kingdom.

Grom's resolute face showed a trace of invisible sadness.

The once beautiful woman has declined.

The genetic technology of the empire can only extend the lifespan of those individuals with powerful souls.

And those with fragile souls need to enter the emperor's domain to sleep until their souls are revived before they can reshape their bodies and be active in the real universe.

This is a different kind of death.

Meaning they may never see each other again.

Even if the empire has continued, the Holy Emperor has always led them.

The time of sleeping and waking up between the two will also be staggered.

The memories of both parties will become blurred with the passage of time.

After thousands of years, ten thousand years, the emotional bond between them may be gone.

Sleep is undoubtedly another form of farewell to the people of the empire.

Forcibly surviving is also something that the empire does not allow.

It will bring crisis to the continuation of the entire race.

Those demons are the best example.

Not all the living beings of the warp are born from the emotions of creatures, and some are races that have completed ascension and detachment.

Now, they have all become abominable monsters eager to suck the pain and soul of others.

Immortality is not difficult for races that have mastered genetic technology.

Using genetic technology to modify the genetic material that controls cell division can fight against aging and death.

The question is whether the soul can bear it.

The soul is a very special being.

The joint efforts of soul and flesh create a complete human being.

Flesh needs to eat, and the soul is eager to be stimulated and filled with various emotions.

A stark example is the Dark Eldar.

Comoros' various horrific instruments of torture and arenas are essentially filling their own emptiness by torturing other creatures, and the same is true for extending their own lifespan.

The lifespan of a Haemonculi is often extremely astonishing, and the years lived can be counted in tens of thousands of years.

It is to torture those guys through various extreme methods, so that one's soul can get enough food to live forever.

The longer you live, the human nature of the creature will be gradually eroded.

Longing for all kinds of extreme, breaking moral, ethical crazy entertainment.

To fill the emptiness inside.

In the end, it will become an existence like the inanimate.

Possesses immortal life and terrifying power.

Tormented by endless hunger, thirst and emptiness.

The desire to torment those souls and devour flesh and blood for satisfaction at all times.

If all members of the empire live forever, the final outcome is to enter the subspace and become a demon.

Guilliman became the new God of Chaos, and the people of the Empire became his demon minions, forming a new whole.

In order to avoid that fate, it is to prevent individuals whose souls are not strong enough to live forever.

When the time comes, their bodies will die naturally, and their souls will be sent to sleep in the firewall.

This is an unavoidable choice.

Keep humanity from going mad and become a new race of demons.

Grom has no objection to such a system, but is saddened by the loss of his friend.

"I'm very glad, Grom, you can still come to see me." The old man raised his head, his wrinkled face no longer had the whiteness of the past.

For a woman, the appearance of aging is unbearable.

The old man was very calm about this.

She had a look of contempt for death and old age.

"You are my friend." Grom said: "The enemy of the empire has been expelled to the Eye of Terror. I was ordered to return to the home planet to recruit a group of recruits to prepare for the final battle to unify the galaxy."

Grom, who had completed his treatment, had already returned to the front line.

Re-enter the Black Dragonflight service.

When he left the battlefield, he received the news that the female doctor who had assisted him in his psychological treatment was dying.

Over the years, he has never cut off contact with the other party.

The occasional exchange of letters between the two parties gave him great comfort.

The friendship between a primordial warrior and a mortal female doctor, no matter how you look at it, the two will not become friends.

But fate is so ingenious.

The female doctor became Grom's bosom friend.

With long-term research on human psychology, the female doctor can always point out Grom's confusion sharply, and guide him back to the right path again.

Let him understand that the meaning of war is not to kill the enemy, but to protect those precious things.

One should not derive any pleasure from such things as killing the enemy and disrupting order.

To do so is to fall into the trap of the enemy and become a potential corrupter of the Chaos Gods.

Happiness and joy should only be derived from those good emotions.

With such a good friend, Grom felt unprecedented peace.

His heart is extremely strong, and no amount of evil can shake him in the slightest.

However, now this good friend has reached the limit of his life.

The insight into the evil of human nature and the ambivalence of longing for beauty made her physically and mentally exhausted.

He drained her soul prematurely and made her exhausted. In the end, she was unable to pass the assessment of the life-prolonging operation, and was required to die naturally and return to the embrace of the emperor.

After witnessing all kinds of inferiority and despicableness of human nature, it is more difficult than killing the enemy to remain passionate about one's original intention.

The female doctor has gone to the limit.

If you keep going, there is a possibility of going into darkness.

For this reason, it is the best choice to end life and sleep until the wound of the soul is healed.

"It's really good news. The Milky Way will eventually be unified, and the glory of the Holy Emperor will shine on every world." The old man smiled, and she held out her hand.

Grom chose to kneel in front of her, allowing the old hand to touch his scarred face.

"Grom" caressed the other person's face, and the old man shed crystal tears. She paused for a moment before continuing: "Actually, there is one thing I have never been able to say, and that is that I love you, your steadfast soul and your strength." Unyielding belief. I thought about failing your evaluation form to keep you."

"Then why didn't you do that?" Grom asked softly.

"I can't be so selfish. The final destination of a great warrior belongs to the battlefield, to his monarch, and to the people he protects. I can't keep you for my own selfish feelings." The old man said softly: "Ge Roma, the one I fell in love with, I bless you, and may the Holy Emperor protect you forever, so that you will never be harmed again."

Grom said nothing.

After the old man uttered the words that had been accumulated in his heart for many years, the old hand hung down feebly, accepted the embrace of the holy emperor, and went to the eternal kingdom.

The automatic sensing equipment in the room sensed the old man's departure, and made a low buzzing sound, like an invisible machine soul mourning the departure of the master who had been with him for many years.

Grom laid the old man's body flat on the bed, stared at the peaceful face, and sighed softly in his heart.

He didn't speak, and didn't respond in any way.

Instead, he turned and left.

The distance from the home planet to this place is not too short, so he has to save time from other places to come here to see his friend for the last time.

Several Black Dragonflight warriors waited outside for Grom.

"My lord, I don't understand why you waste so much time to see an old man who is about to die." A battle brother of the Black Dragon Squad asked puzzledly.

Grom stepped between them and turned to look across the room.

Several social agency personnel have entered the room, ready to dispose of the body according to standard procedures.

"Fight so that you don't forget why," Grom whispered, "to tell yourself that you're human. Emotions aren't weaknesses, they make us stronger."

"Let's go, the Chapter Master is waiting for us."

Grom turned to leave.

Just like how he left after getting the certificate of passing the assessment.

Several battle brothers of the Black Dragon Squadron looked at each other.

"Master Grom, doesn't he like that woman!!" a recruit asked in a low voice.

"Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Grom is a veteran who has served for several centuries. I heard that he was also a fearless man. How could he like an ordinary person with a short lifespan."

A veteran objected to the recruit in a stern tone.

"If you don't like it, you still run thousands of light years just to see one last time?"

The recruit muttered in a low voice, and finally chose to shut up under the stern gaze of the veteran.

"We serve the great emperor with all our hearts, remember this. Mortal lusts are of no use to us," the veteran whispered.

In a battleship covered with traces of blasphemy.

The sound of gunshots was endless.

With a distorted face, the terrifying Lucius was directly knocked out by the powerful and tyrannical force.

The heavy body hit the flesh-and-blood bulkhead, making a deafening sound.

The gorgeous long sword in his hand came out.

There were several gaps in the sword, and it was only one blow away from breaking.

Even his demon whip was broken.

The howling soul armor that imprisoned thousands of souls on his body was also in tatters, with several dents punched out by brute force.

Lucius has been killed several times by the Empire.

But he was reborn by virtue of his own strange blessing, and escaped from the pursuit of the empire.

As long as those who participated in the killing of Lucius felt a sense of satisfaction in killing the other party, Lucius could be resurrected on the other party's body.

The point is that this range is also huge.

Even if he was bombarded to death by a battleship without self-will.

Every cheering sailor in the battleship will be regarded as the target of his resurrection.

Regarding the ability of this BUG, ​​the Imperial Inquisition also felt somewhat at a loss.

It is easy to kill the opponent, the problem lies in the resurrection of the opponent.

Using soulless people to kill each other has the same outcome.

There was nothing wrong with the soulless, but the one who ordered it suffered.

Lucius is also quite proud of this.

Relying on the blessing of Prince Joy, he has not been captured by the empire until now.

Only this time, there was no perverted smile on his face.

In its place was deep fear.

A huge figure came step by step from the darkness.

The face covered with wounds made Lucius make a sound of fear and pain.

"Why do you want to do this?" Lucius shouted, "as our father, why do you want to bring destruction on our heads."