Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Hearing the companion's question, the clone's eyes showed a moment of confusion.

The other party's question was unintentional, but it made him think about his future.

Whether he, who is burdened with the original sin of his body, can get his own redemption in this dark universe.

"Blow up here, and then we'll head to the Eye of Terror," said the clone.

"To the Eye of Terror?" the warrior repeated in bewilderment.

"There are fewer and fewer traitors wandering in the real universe, go to the Eye of Terror, let us meet the final challenge." The clone whispered: "Use blood and sacrifice to cleanse our sins, let us wait for the painful soul rest in peace."

Several soldiers fell silent.

Their eyes are the same as those of the clones.

Burdened with guilt, no more honorable mercy.

"Let's go, take our sacrificed brothers, their bodies left in this world should not stay here with those traitors." The clone bent down and picked up Lucius' head.

Those round eyes were full of unwillingness and despair.

The blood from the neck cut continued to drip, staining the clone's scarred power armor.

All will have to pay for past crimes.

No one can escape the sanction of fate.

The soldiers gathered up the bodies of their comrades who died in battle, their expressions were solemn and solemn, as if they were doing a sacred thing.

Some of the corpses were torn apart and broken in the battle just now.

The attack of the hell beast is enough to tear the steel to shreds.

Even with the protection of power armor, it is difficult to stop the firepower of the hell beast.

The strong body was torn apart and scattered on the messy battlefield.

The soldiers picked up the flesh and blood fragments, and used the heavy industry slaves to take the corpses away.

The armored body was extremely heavy.

It is not an easy task to carry them back to the battleship.

Slaves with industrial hydraulic arms are the best option.

Gather the corpses of comrades-in-arms together.

The clones began to evacuate with the surviving warriors.

Corridors are littered with profanity and signs of battle.

Chaos symbols smeared on the marble floor.

Mats made from the skins of living people.

Horrific art and furniture fashioned from flesh and bone.

An obscene mural sketched in an unknown fluid.

The fall of the Emperor's Children is horrific.

Each sighting saddened the clone, making him aware of the consequences of the original's deeper and deeper down that horrific path.

Go out along the corridor you just burst into.

The clone party ignored the corpses.

The Chaos Warband has been completely defeated.

Only a few mutants and cultists serving the madmen of the Emperor's Children were still hiding somewhere on the ship.

The clones had no urge to find them.

Those guys have no way of surviving in the detonated battleship.

No matter how they hide, it will only delay the time of their own death.

Leaving the heavily corrupted ship, the clone returned to its own ship.

Several ships hauled from the ship's dead graveyard, covered in patches.

When sailing in the starry sky, people doubt whether these ships will disintegrate and collapse in the next second.

These ships are already all clones and others.

The best boat they could find.

You must know that they don't have their own industrial world, and they don't have their own territory. It is very difficult to get a new ship.

Only from those ruins can we find usable parts and supplies.

The ships of the clones and others are extremely simple, with exposed cables and cold steel structures exuding a cold industrial aesthetic.

None of these ships had any disgusting chaotic atmosphere, they were very clean.

Although these warriors were declared traitors by the Empire, they did not submit to Chaos.

Many of these warriors were fooled into betraying the Empire in ignorance.

Some of these have been the corruption of the Chapter's top brass by Chaos, resulting in entire Chapters being declared traitors by the Inquisition.

Some people are fighting outside without knowing what's going on, so they become traitors out of nowhere.

There are also some that were caused by the power struggle at the beginning.

The power struggles and collusion of the former high lords' parliamentary system have affected every aspect of the empire.

In order to suppress the reputation of political opponents, they did not hesitate to sell information and directly sold the military forces supporting the opponent to the enemy.

Some Chapters Astartes are also drawn into the struggle for power.

In order to hide their secrets, the powerful party directly declared the warband as a traitor and sent other warbands to hunt and kill.

Don't ever think that something like this can't happen.

In that magical age, anything can happen.

For the sake of STC, the mechanical sages even did not hesitate to open fire on original mother groups like the Dark Angels.

One can imagine how chaotic it was at that time.

After encountering injustice, these fighters chose to abandon the Council of Terra.

Some have fallen so far that they have turned to the Chaos Gods.

There are also empires that do not like the rule of the High Lords, nor the evil deeds of Chaos, and choose to fight alone in the name of the Emperor among the stars.

With Guilliman's awakening, the living space of the Chaos Warband was extremely compressed.

The entire galaxy is about to usher in a true grand unification.

These warriors who are wandering between the empire and chaos have also reached the moment of extinction.

The clones rounded them up for a final honorable death.

All ships of Lucius' warband were fitted with anti-ship bombs.

Accompanied by bursts of flames and shock waves visible to the naked eye, the ship disintegrated silently in the air, bright and eye-catching.

Countless fragments were engulfed by the impact force and rushed to the depths of the universe.

They will always fly with inertia in the dark universe until they are captured by a celestial body.

Mutants and cultists hiding in the depths of the ship screamed and died.

Either be swallowed by the flames, or be thrown into the void, and be frozen to death by the low temperature.

The flagship, the Redeemer, is suspended in the air.

It was a scrapped strike cruiser thrown into the void graveyard.

The clones made it work again with their own intelligence.

A brief ceremony was held in the ship to see off the brothers who died in battle.

The clone made its way to the bridge, letting the captain set course for the Eye of Terror.

This is a very dangerous decision.

But they carried out the order without hesitation.

Everyone is guilty.

Betrayed their own race, betrayed the emperor who protected them.

Whether out of intention or helplessness, it is a kind of betrayal.

Death is their only way of escape.

The shattered ship was left behind, and the burning flames finally turned into faint spots of light.

The clone looked out the portholes of the bridge at the black sky dotted with stars.

The great rift that runs across the galaxy still exists.

It's much smaller than it was when it first started.

Imperial governance has worked.

Chaos' ability to interfere with the real universe is being weakened.

Countless human warriors are fighting to seize their honor and glory.

But they are like mice in the gutter, no one sings and remembers.

Dorn's forces defeated the Chaos Warriors, but spared the orcs led by Ufre.

But it was not without price for those shrimps to let them go.

Ufre needs to be loyal to the emperor of the empire in exchange for a chance to survive.

In order to better serve Mao Ershen, and also in order to have the opportunity to go back and get revenge on that damned bad shrimp who blew up his own boat.

Ufer agreed to the decision.

The Empire gave Uvor the planet, along with new armor and great guns.

He also sent him various supplies and equipment from time to time, so that he would have the resources to arm his troops and be ready to seize the position of the orc emperor.

Wufo was not polite either, and accepted everything as ordered.

At this moment, the entire planet has bred orcs in droves.

Let Wufo's strength be further enhanced.

Uver thinks it's going to go on like this until he gathers enough strength to go back and blow up the Bonebreaker and that goddamn bad shrimp, and hook up with the big human guy for a WAAAAAGH big fight expedition.

The waves of the subspace have quietly stirred up.

A magnificent fleet suddenly appeared beside the galaxy.

The celestial-class warship headed by it, the huge double-headed eagle can be seen clearly even from the other side of the galaxy.

The sudden arrival of these ships scared the mechanic boy in charge of the observation and almost turned from green to white.

The size of that fleet is terrifying.

It is densely packed, and at a glance, it is full of giant shrimp ships, some of which are bigger than planets, and there is no end in sight.

Orc ships are always so bloated and unbearable.

They like to destroy the things that humans have built, and then use their aesthetics to rebuild.

Whatever the Empire gives them, they will do it.

Uvor stayed on the largest of the warships.

His Orc Boys exploded once again.

The whole planet is full of his orc boys.

He felt that his arms were a little bigger, and the wisdom of Oak in his mind was a little more.

Can easily crush those bad shrimp.

He is now considering whether to negotiate the price with Hao Xiami again.

It was the previous price before, but now that I have become a more powerful big guy, I should use the new price.

He wants more WAAAAGH armor and big guns.

And a battleship larger than a planet to place his throne.

"Boss."

The grit serving him came running down the corridor.

Those short legs ran like they were made by the tech masters, with rocket army propellers like small whirlwind electric fans, swishing fast.

It yelled in a wailing voice.

"The shrimps are here again, there are so many boats, boss."

"It's just in time." Uver stood up suddenly, raised his shiny big gun, and threw away a few orc boys who were lying on the big gun with idiot faces.

"I've got to talk to them about the price. Master Uver wants to raise the price."

"Yes, increase the price."

"Boss, I want more big guns and scraps from Xiami."

"Boss is wise."

All the orc boys cheered.

Encourage the boss to ask humans for scraps, big guns and armor.

If you don't give it, let those good shrimps know what it means to be powerful.

Suddenly, the patched console in front of him flickered a few times.

Uver's most admired subordinate. Dagiba appears in the holographic projection.

"Boss, the situation is not right. Those big guys who like shrimp are here, that is, their emperors." Da Jiba said.

"It's just in time for me to talk about the new price, and tell that big guy to put a place for me next to his throne, and I want to talk to him about cooperation." Ufo said domineeringly, "Otherwise, I'll let that big guy know what it means to provoke Mao Ershen's anger."

"This may not be possible, the boss will take a look at this first."

Dajiba passed the captured picture to Ufer.

The smile on Wufu's face froze a little bit.

Shrimp spaceships overwhelming.

Some are bigger than planets.

Any one can easily crush the fleet in his hand.

It is thousands of times more terrifying than the fleet of bad shrimps I saw before.

"Ah, be good." Ufo said after a moment of stupefaction, "I will always be loyal to the emperor."

He kicked away an orc boy next to him who was still encouraging him to negotiate a price.

"I will beat anyone who dares to say something disrespectful to the emperor. Remember that we are all loyal to the emperor."

Emperor Supreme.

Numerous magnificent imperial ships hovered around, defending their sovereign.

There is absolutely no power that can break through this terrible defense and hurt the Lord of Humanity.

Even the gods have to fall before this magnificent army.

Hundreds of war horns were sounded at the same time, making sharp and hoarse roars.

The deafening roar echoed on the Emperor Supreme.

These horns are hollowed out from the tusks of some kind of star beast.

Each giant beast has a body comparable to that of an imperial battleship, which is extremely huge.

Wandering in the void, with rough skin and thick flesh, it can survive in the cold void.

He can also destroy the ships of the Rogue Traders and the warships of the Imperial Navy with his own power.

Those behemoths were slain by Guilliman's army, made into horns by the hands of skilled craftsmen, and placed on the tower of the Emperor Supreme.

The banners of each company were hung on tall buildings and machinery.

Coats of arms, banners, soldiers, titans, knights, soldiers and vehicles of many imperial legions lined up on the huge square in front of the throne, showing the terrifying military power of the empire.

The warriors stood there with their chests upright, with their pride and sincerity.

Crowds of war machines stood in the square, and the engines were beating rhythmically, like terrifying thunderclaps.

These fearsome armies are powerful enough to destroy a world with ease.

Now they all surrender at Guilliman's feet, willing to be his sword and shield, giving their lives, loyalty, and everything they can give for him.

The purpose of gathering these armies is not that war is about to start.

It's just a show of force.

The object of showing off is not the enemy, but the orc.

Accompanied by several strong rays of light, it lit up in front of the high platform of the throne.

After the light disappeared, the huge Ufo appeared on the high platform with the orc boys.

They were teleported beneath Guilliman's throne.

When Wufo and others came out, deafening voices came from the army formation.

"Eternal glory to the Empire, eternal glory to the Holy Emperor."

The most powerful sword of the empire, the Astartes who have completed the original casting upgrade roared.

The sound was like the rolling thunder.

"Eternal glory to the Empire, eternal glory to the Holy Emperor."

"Eternal glory to the Empire, eternal glory to the Holy Emperor."

"Eternal glory to the Empire, eternal glory to the Holy Emperor."

The knights controlled the mechs and raised their powered spears, and their voices came out from the sounder.

The Astral Army, the Titan crew, the nuns, the omnic legion, etc. all shouted together.

The sound waves are overwhelming and deafening.

Uver and the orc boys had just been teleported, and they encountered such a situation.

Almost turned around and ran away without being frightened.

They looked at all this in amazement, and their eyes widened when they saw the countless flags and the endless army of shrimps.

If so many dried shrimps are used to beat me, I will definitely not be able to run away.

Uver thought to himself.

This big guy is too powerful.

There are so many Shrimp Boys.

"A lot, Boss." The orc kid on the side said in a low voice: "My dear, it's all shrimp."

"Boss, should we do it!!"

"Do it? Your brain has been gnawed by the fart. I didn't see those big guys. One can smash you a hundred times. There are also those big metal guys. It doesn't take a second to crush you."

The orc boys were also trembling with fright.

Not enough confidence to speak.

If the boss wasn't here, they would have turned around and ran away.

Ufo ignored the words of those orc boys, he looked up at the magnificent throne several kilometers high.

A giant with golden and blue light sat there.

Like a god king who came out of a myth, sitting on the throne, overlooking all living beings.

He could feel the other person's eyes staring at him.

Those eyes contained infinite power, even if God Mao Mao appeared at this moment.

He also remained skeptical about whether the two gods could defeat each other.

Just the clown mask and the silver-white little dragon on the shoulder standing next to the other party exudes a terrifying aura that can make all mortal creatures despair.

Be good, this big guy is too strong! !

"Eternal glory to the Empire, eternal glory to the Holy Emperor."

"Eternal glory to the Empire, eternal glory to the Holy Emperor."

"Eternal glory to the Empire, eternal glory to the Holy Emperor."

The cries of the army continued, over and over again.

Such a voice caused some psychological pressure on Wufu.

After hesitating for a while, he knelt down on one knee and shouted: "We are loyal to the emperor."

This gesture represents his submission to the other party.

Its sound was like a low roar of thunder, deafening.

The other orc boys saw that their boss was kneeling, so they could only kneel obediently.

Even if they don't like to use their own brains to think about problems, they can see the current situation clearly.

They can't beat shrimp.

Of course, bad dried shrimps are not included.

"We are loyal to the emperor."

"We are loyal to the emperor."

Valano stood beside Guilliman.

Wearing golden armor and holding a halberd, he rarely took off his helmet, revealing that firm and perfect face.

His face was full of excitement and joy.

Guilliman accomplished another unprecedented thing.

Wearing thick armor, the orc warlord who looked like a giant metal beast knelt down in front of him, shouting an oath of eternal loyalty in human standard language.

Even the Emperor failed to achieve such a feat, but Guilliman achieved it.

The God of Laughter standing aside seemed to be calm, but his heart was full of turmoil.

Guilliman is too terrifying.

Even the savage orcs bowed their knees to him, declaring submission and allegiance.

He never dared to think about such a thing.

The Nether Dragon crouched on Guilliman's shoulders.

His mood is similar to that of Selego, and it is difficult to calm down.

Even the orcs bowed at his feet.

There is nothing in this world that he can't do.

Elderal, Ifran, Qianmian and the others all remained strangely silent.

Watch as the orc warlord swears allegiance to Guilliman.

Watching the golden and blue emblem with a little green mixed in appeared on the forehead of the orc warlord, and then disappeared.

Guilliman didn't say much.

He accepted the loyalty offered by Ulver.

And began to arrange for Wufu to improve his strength.

The power of WAAAAAAAAGH has been reversely analyzed by the empire, and the power of WAAAAAAGH can be synthesized mechanically.

Several small universes that can manipulate the flow of time have also been prepared.

As long as it starts, enough green-skinned orcs can be bred for Ufo in the shortest time, making him eligible to compete with the bonebreaker for the position of the orc emperor.

As the orc warlord fell to his knees, terrible storms raged in the warp.

The etheric ocean was constantly churning and roaring, berserk and chaotic.

The terrible storm tore away the old and broken veil of fate and lies, and stripped away the veil of reality.

The impotent and furious roar of the ethereal and hideous gods.

Curses in the most vicious language.

The eternal battle that began with the Great Crusade will come to an end.

The arrogance and arrogance of the gods shattered to pieces in front of Guilliman.

Many surviving Chaos warbands are trapped in the Eye of Terror.

The Necrons are using brand new devices to repair the Great Rift across the galaxy at Guilliman's will.

The omniscient and omnipotent were also forced to cooperate with the local Chaos natives, just to get back their poor dignity.

However, any action was useless in front of Guilliman.

He crushed all enemies who stood against him with a destructive will.

Now, even the orcs, the most troublesome race in the galaxy, kneel before Guilliman.

In this way, there is no force that can stop him.

There will never be anything that can stop him from unifying the galaxy and seizing the dominion of the entire universe.

But the wrath of the gods was useless.

Their power cannot cross the barriers of reality to interfere with reality. Only in that illusory country can they set off waves of terrible storms.

Uvor was taken into the pool of WAAAAGH's force field that glowed green.

A WAAAAGH of this size is comparable to the Orc Empire during the Great Crusade.

As time goes on, the energy here will become more intense.

With the help of the giant machinery, the huge Ufo lost its armor, revealing its strong and terrifying body.

The knotted muscles crawled on Ufo's body like a python.

With such a body, even with bare hands, it can easily blow up a heavy tank.

It's a pity that it's also bare between the two legs that sneak into the mech.

Did not see the frightening and terrifying roc.

Orcs are creatures that reproduce asexually.

There's nothing unusual about being bald.

Under the guidance of Ufo, who was naked and terrifying, he walked into the rich WAAAAGH energy pool, and those orc boys also walked in.

Soak in the WAAAAAGH energy pool.

WAAAAGH energy will stimulate their cells to develop and evolve again, strengthening them further.

The orc warlord needs to have enough supporters before he can challenge the orc emperor.

These orc boys also need some enhancement.

The WAAAAGH energy pool is not only filled with the power of WAAAAGH, but also released a batch of proton-level mechanical creations to guide and modify the gene sequences of these orcs.

Make them stronger and scarier than normal orcs.

By delving into the knowledge left by the Old Ones and dissecting and reorganizing the gene sequence of the orc boy many times before, the empire has accumulated a lot of experience.

Moreover, the vitality of the orc warlord is extremely terrifying, even if something goes wrong, he will not die.

Under the double influence of the WAAAAGH force field and the empire, the body of the orc warlord was reshaped from the microscopic realm.

The creation of the Old Ones would culminate in Guilliman's hands.

Become the most perfect war machine.

The Cadia battlefield will be the first battle of this orc.

The future goal of this orc is the universe of the heavens, the endless universe.

These orcs will crush with brute force any enemy that tries to stand in the way of the Empire.

Guilliman watched the orc warlord soaked in the WAAAAAGH energy pool, and smiled.

When the evolution of this orc warlord is completed, it will be time for the empire to start the unification war.

The tentacles of the gods extending into the real universe will be completely cut off.

Not only in this universe, in this galaxy, but in every place where the power of the human empire radiates, it will be like this.

The age of the gods is over.

The age of humanity is about to begin.