Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

It will take a long time for an orc warlord to evolve into an orc emperor.

Just like that, Uvor was soaked in the huge WAAAAAGH energy pool.

Guilliman was not in a hurry to leave either.

The huge fleet just suspended in the void, waiting for the evolution of the orc warlord to complete.

Waiting for the opening of the final decisive battle on the Cadia battlefield.

Many legions are all recharging their energy.

Everyone knows that once they leave, it means that the Cadia battlefield will come to an end.

The Empire will strike right into the Eye of Terror.

Time is on the side of the Empire.

With each passing minute, the strength of the empire increases by one point.

Those theoretical technologies are then transformed into practical technologies that visibly strengthen the empire.

The longer the time dragged on, the more obvious the disadvantages of the gods became.

After the establishment of the firewall, the battle between the gods and the empire has been reversed.

Unable to draw emotional power from humans, nor to use the waves created by human actions in the Warp to enhance itself.

The means by which the gods manipulate reality can be said to be getting weaker and weaker.

The Empire is strong, but Chaos is weak.

All kinds of warbands were almost out of breath by the expanding Imperial Loyalists.

There is no longer the carnival where the whole world was sacrificed and slaughtered on a large scale.

As a result, the already weak Chaos traitors became weaker and weaker.

If the believers did not offer enough blood sacrifices, they would not be able to bless them, and they would be hit harder by the empire.

A vicious circle has formed.

After being hit by the Emperor once, the many demons that were active in the past rarely reappeared.

All hide in the domain of the gods, repairing the terrible scars left by the cursed ones.

After observing the orc warlord for a while, Guilliman returned to the strategy room with the Custodians and guards.

He still has government affairs to deal with, and he can't keep looking at the orc warlord. -

As the ruler of the empire, Guilliman's daily life was not easy.

Reports from various departments will eventually fall on his desk so that he can control the entire empire.

The daily government affairs alone can be said to be piled up like a mountain, enough to exhaust the energy of a mortal's life.

In addition to daily government affairs, Guilliman also needs to supervise and promote the smooth implementation of various plans, as well as the progress of the inter-universe war.

If this position were filled by a mortal, it wouldn't take long for him to be overwhelmed by the heavy workload and become insane.

After careful consideration, he ordered Celestine, and Clovis and others have declared war on the reincarnation game forces in Universe 03.

There are not a few universes that the empire is currently exploring.

The exploration team got a lot of information.

After the synthesis, the reincarnation game should be the easiest to deal with.

Judging from the method used by the other party to exhaust their resources, Guilliman guessed that the other party should have fallen into some kind of crisis, so he adopted this method of using all means to drain the real universe.

If the war between various civilized races in a universe is very fierce, it is often a war between civilization and chaos in the real universe.

Just like the Empire and Chaos before Guilliman woke up, there was a purification order for three days, and a big scene for five days.

Both men and horses were bewildered.

Do whatever it takes to win.

Various things that refresh the lower limit continue to happen.

The empire did not do all the things that Chaos did for victory.

If there is no Guilliman to turn the tide, the ending of the empire must be a weak version of chaos.

If a universe maintains peace, it is very likely that the civilization of that universe has no power to resist chaos, and even regards chaos as their ruler, in order to maintain the so-called peace.

The development of civilization in those universes is often very low, at the level of the medieval or industrial age, and very few will enter the interstellar era, but generally they will not involve too deep a microscopic field.

The overall atmosphere will be much better than that of the Empire.

Looks democratic, peaceful, not so much violence.

Like Universe 02.

Divided into the so-called multi-parallel universe, those superheroes wear tights and do all kinds of "supporting justice" things.

Harvest in a relatively gentle way.

The nature of the Chaos Gods is non-divided, that is to say, they themselves have no distinction between justice and evil.

Justice and kindness are only human concepts.

The wisdom of the Chaos Gods is beyond the imagination of mortals, and the space and time of the real universe are meaningless to them.

All they need is enough playthings and food.

Don't care how mortals interpret their existence.

If a mortal regards Khorne as a brave god of war, then the image of Khorne before him is a muscular, brawny man with his upper body naked.

If mortals regard Slaanesh as the god of love and beauty, then the image of Slaanesh in his eyes is sacred and full of radiance.

The images of the Chaos Gods depend on the observers themselves.

There are not so many wars in universe 02, and it is easy to figure out what the problems are.

Different parallel universes are like puppets, and when and what happens are clearly drawn.

Like a program.

The whole universe has become a breeding ground.

The turkeys in the wild were all driven to the farm and harvested in captivity. Naturally, the farmers no longer had wars with the turkeys.

Even if a war broke out, it would not be a farmer's war that the turkeys in the farm would know.

The reincarnation game behaved very strangely.

Use those copies to reshape the values ​​​​of the players, thereby making them crazy, distorting the world they belong to, and making everyone live in a world of depression and despair.

Such an approach can easily lead to a subspace storm caused by intense emotions to break through the barriers of reality, and eventually the barrier between the entire real universe and the subspace will collapse, leading to the destruction of the entire universe.

Like the Eye of Terror and Universe 01.

In the ecstasy of the Eldar Empire's depravity, those twisted emotions erupted with the "birth" of Slaanesh, tearing down barriers and forming the Eye of Terror.

Universe 01 is completely eroded by chaos.

The laws of physics collapsed, and so did concepts such as biological races and civilizations.

There will be no new races and new civilizations in such a universe.

The only function is to keep the undead reveling for eternity.

Universe 02 looks easier to deal with than Universe 03.

But it's just an illusion.

In the report that Sanguinius sent back to Guilliman, they basically fought against the so-called superheroes, and there were no gods behind the scenes.

That is to say, the empire is dealing with a flock of captive turkeys from start to finish.

Such victories are at best loss of property to the farmer.

For things like turkeys, as long as we increase our breeding efforts and encourage three, four, or five or six litters, then we still need to have as many as possible.

For this reason, it is very unsafe to declare war on Universe 02.

Reincarnation games are different.

Those farmers are behind the copies of the reincarnation game.

What they do is to squeeze those worlds as hard as they can, with no regard for whether those worlds will perish in despair and oppression.

A company unscrupulously cuts leeks, even plucks the roots of leeks, injects growth hormone into leeks, and desperately wants to extract the maximum profit in the short term.

The only possibility is that the company is going out of business.

Those shareholders want the last cash.

Or it's almost too late to last, and I can't take care of cultivating leeks.

Maybe you can't compare gods and a company.

However, these seemingly irrelevant things often follow the same law.

Many things seem incomprehensible, but if people can see the hidden chain of interests, they will suddenly realize that those abnormal and weird things are actually the most reasonable.

No matter what happened behind the reincarnation game, it couldn't hide the fact that they were in trouble.

Beating a dog in the water is a low-risk affair.

Guilliman stayed alone in his exclusive strategy room, thinking about how to make the empire maximize its benefits in this inter-universe war.

At this time, an information window popped up.

Valano sent him a new message.

"Your Majesty, those inter-universe travelers have arrived, and they are waiting for your reception."

"The timing of their arrival was ingenious," Guilliman laughed.

"Your Majesty, are you meeting them? If not, I will ask someone to arrange a place for them to rest."

"Let them come over, Valanor, after all, they have traveled so far, proper respect can reduce some resistance to the empire's local rule." Guilliman said.

"I understand, I will take them to your strategy room in half an hour."

"who I am?"

"where am I?"

"Where am I going?"

Constantine's mind fell into a state of confusion from the moment he stepped out of the magnificent inter-universe train.

He had a very grand vision of a powerful empire.

But when he witnessed the countless warships occupying the entire starry sky.

He still opened his mouth wide, staring dumbfounded at the giant battleship that exudes light like a star.

Each one is so magnificent.

It is a giant that even the gods cannot create.

Those miraculous technological creations and otherworldly spiritual things appeared in front of Constantine, making him feel like a primitive man entering a modern city.

Everything was so mysterious, full of mysteries he couldn't understand, working on a principle he couldn't imagine.

Zatanna was no better off.

She felt deeply ashamed.

I feel that my previous self was so ignorant and ignorant.

The supernatural knowledge passed down by the family can be seen everywhere in the empire.

Any book that records the supernatural is [Three years of psionic energy and five years of meditation] [Learning psionic energy from entry to entry] [Thirty days for you to learn to use psionic energy in the name of the holy emperor] [The spiritual prophet tells you How should psionic energy be used] [100 psionic spells available for multi-universe verification] and so on.

Open it and have a look.

The top-secret knowledge that the magic family and forces regard as inheritance is about to rot.

After the inter-universe passengers got off the car, after being checked, they boarded the ship directly, went to the Emperor Supreme, and were received by Guilliman.

Then, he will go to Terra, the sacred homeland, to study.

When the ship docked at the port of the Celestial-class warship, a series of complicated inspections were completed again.

A group of warriors in golden armor escorted him to the surface of the Supreme.

The majestic throne sits on the surface of the Supreme.

Just below that giant artificial light source.

Standing on the horizon like a majestic mountain.

Majestic.

When they got here, Constantine and the others also became tense.

They were about to meet the greatest of the empire.

Greater than Sanguinius with white wings.

His prestige and achievements have been sung by countless people.

Along the way, I have seen countless statues of him.

Fortunately, the other party did not choose to meet them on the throne.

Instead, he gave them some preferential treatment and allowed them to go to the private strategy room to have an audience.

Follow the wide corridor all the way to the end, before you arrive at a huge room.

There are gilt murals carved on the door.

A huge, balanced scale and a huge sword.

Constantine believed that this mural implied the just rule and the determination to protect this justice.

Both are great qualities that belong to a ruler.

"Maybe it's some kind of self-encouragement or self-admonition." Constantine said in his heart.

The door was slowly opened.

Surprisingly, there isn't much extravagant decoration or radiant scenes inside.

It is very ordinary and simple, no different from ordinary people's study.

The only difference, perhaps, is that it is large, built to the dimensions of giants, not mortals.

Constantine and his party walked in.

A giant sat at the desk, watching them come in with a smile on his face.

For some reason, Constantine felt his face was warm, and when he reached out to touch it, his face was already full of tears.

He cried.

Constantine never imagined himself crying.

Even if you fall into hell and suffer all kinds of torture.

Abandoned by those hypocritical angels of heaven.

Betrayed by lovers, friends.

He never cried either.

He just raised his fingers to despise those guys, and straightened his lower body, telling those idiots that as a man, he would not be defeated.

But now, he was crying.

Just seeing the giant for the first time, his tears fell uncontrollably.

Constantine turned to look at the others and saw that they were doing the same.

Zatanna's face was full of tears.

Damn it!

When she broke up with me, she didn't shed a single tear, but now she is crying like this for a stranger.

A trace of jealousy rose in Constantine's heart, but he took it for granted.

Who can keep calm in the presence of such a great man? ?

"The glory of the empire will last forever, and the glory of the great emperor will last forever. I will always be loyal to His Majesty the Holy Light, the All-knowing and Almighty." A fellow traveler performed the Sky Eagle Salute, roaring loudly his oath of loyalty.

Constantine did the same.

In the past, he felt that it was a shameful thing to roar his allegiance like this.

But now, he felt happy.

To be able to declare one's allegiance to such a great figure is a happiness that no one else can imagine.

"Don't be so restrained, please sit down." Guilliman said softly, "I'm just a mortal, you don't need to have any fear, just talk to me like a friend."

Guilliman's words did not stop these people from crying, on the contrary, they cried even harder.

Constantine's heart became more and more determined.

This is a real god.

Only a true god will not prove his nobility and status by intimidating and threatening believers.

I don't know how many times more real and noble than those false gods who are high above and always use a posture of contempt for mortals.

He can completely show majesty and inviolability like those false gods, and use all kinds of clumsy tricks to deceive those stupid and ignorant believers.

But he didn't.

He just sat there, without any pretentious gestures, and without any condescension.

He can extinguish a star to declare his might.

He can bring down seven days of plagues on a world to claim his holiness.

He can show his greatness by sending floods on those who offend him.

He can do everything the gods can do, and he can do everything the gods can't.

Yet sitting here and talking to them like a mortal.

Isn’t this the performance of a true God?

"I'm glad you can endure the fatigue of the journey and come here." Guilliman saw the excitement of these people, and knew that there might not be any meaningful topics to talk about today.

"This is our honor." Constantin said: "This trip has benefited us a lot, expanded our horizons, and made us realize how sad our previous cognition is. All of this must Thank you, Your Majesty the Great Emperor, it is your kindness that allows us to have this opportunity."

"Yes, everything is thanks to you, Your Majesty." Zatanna also spoke.

"I just provided a possibility, but in the end it is up to you to fill it in. Don't put all the credit on me, don't think that everything is given by me. Your courage and hard work are equally important. You have shaped yourself It is an extraordinary courage to face our destiny and our future."

Guilliman pointed this out with a smile.

He is not one of those hypocritical gods.

I will not say lightly to those who have suffered so much to achieve success, everything about you is arranged by me, kneel down and thank me.

Constantine listened to the words.

Something unprecedented grew in his heart.

It's as if the body is burning with flames.

The other party is a great king worth following, a true god wandering in the Mortal Realm.

His name should be spread throughout every world, so that everyone can receive his blessing and enlightenment.

Make every world as beautiful as his home world.

There is not much effective dialogue between the two sides.

Facing the Emperor for the first time, Constantine and others were in a mess.

When the meeting was over, the only thing they could remember was Guilliman's noble face and gentle tone.

As for what they talked about, they were all confused.

All the while Guilliman asked questions, and they answered stiffly.

Fortunately, Guilliman didn't make it too difficult for them. Instead, he sympathetically allowed them to rest, arrange another meeting after getting used to it for a while, and allowed them to ask some questions without leaving any regrets.

It is also better to use these people to convey the concept of the empire to the local indigenous people, so that they can be more closely united with the empire.

Dark, endlessly dark.

Just like the eternal cold deep space of the universe.

Not a ray of warmth, not a ray of light.

The soul fell in it, and kept falling, until it fell into the dark abyss full of madness and horror, unimaginable.

There was a maddening low, indistinct, evil laugh.

Devouring every desperate and painful soul.

The creator of the reincarnation game hides there greedily devouring every soul that falls into it.

Once Asakami Shion falls asleep, she will be immersed in such a dream.

Her subconscious mind kept reminding her that those were not just dreams.

It is the truth of the reincarnation game, the truth of this universe.

Whenever she fell asleep, she would be drawn into that dream, repeating the horrible experience over and over again.

The most terrifying thing is not that she was swallowed by the endless abyss.

Instead, re-experience those once beautiful memories, but now they have all turned into despair and pain.

"Shiyin, don't always have a sad face, learn to laugh, you know? Laugh, and everything will pass."

A tired man in military uniform looked dotingly at the crying little girl in front of him.

"Okay, give me a hug, Dad, don't cry anymore. The more you cry, the more those children will bully you, because crying is showing weakness, understand, Shiyin."

At the age of 8, the world she lived in was pulled into the reincarnation game, and the player appeared for the first time.

Some players who gained power chose to act recklessly.

In order to maintain the final social order, after his father, who was a soldier, went out for the last time, only the tortured corpse came back.

The reincarnation game starts, and the power of players rises.

The conflict between the players who master the props and the ruling forces who use hot weapons has become more and more intensified.

Individuals with power are unwilling to compromise with the interests of the collective, and begin to plan to put individual interests above the collective, creating a ruling class dominated by players.

Conflicts between the two sides became more and more frequent.

until after a military operation.

The player used props to ensure the sanity of a group of captured soldiers, and live-streamed the whole process of torturing the captured soldiers, skinning and cramping, cutting off their waists and fingers, and tortured for dozens of hours before the last prisoner swallowed his breath.

Players used the most ruthless means to defeat the armed forces of a regime, completely shattered the government's attempt to maintain the old order, and established a new order.

Asakami Shion's father was one of those soldiers.

At the age of eight, she watched her father being tortured to death by the first batch of players.

Two years later, her mother was involved in a player fight, and half of her body was smashed to pieces.

Qianshang Shiyin remembers it very clearly.

On that day, my mother was wearing a white dress and planned to take the two of them to eat some delicious food.

This is a rare happy event for them who have a bad life.

After Dad died, they didn't get any compensation.

The old social system was abolished.

Those soldiers who once stood up to protect civilians and died at the hands of players have become diehards who prevent players from saving the world.

It is a good thing if there is no liquidation, so how can there be compensation! !

"Shiyin, you can't act too cowardly, you can't cry when something happens, you know, otherwise you will be bullied."

"Brother, remember to take good care of your sister, how will this idiot survive without you!!"

After leaving this sentence to my brother, my mother died.

No one is responsible for this.

At the age of thirteen, she entered the reincarnation game.

Her brother entered a year earlier than her.

Even if it is difficult for her to exercise very hard, she tries very hard to get rid of her cowardly character.

But she is still just an oil bottle for her brother.

In order to protect her, the elder brother has been in danger many times, but he has no complaints.

Asakashi Shion asked her brother to give up her many times.

My brother never did that either.

Instead, he has been trying his best to ensure that she can survive in the dangerous dungeon, even if it puts herself in deep danger.

Until her cowardice and stupidity made her brother fall into the trap and be ambushed by other players.

At the moment of dying, my brother was still worried about whether she could survive.

"Remember what I taught you, Shiyin. Remember not to cry. Crying is a sign of cowardice. You have to learn to laugh at your enemies, like a madman."

When her brother closed his eyes and lost his breath, Shion Asakami collapsed.

In dreams, these scenes will reappear again and again.

Tormenting Qianshang Shiyin again and again, trying to drive her completely crazy and into the endless abyss.

Let her go to slaughter, to vent her inner hatred and unwillingness.

"Legion commander."

A voice awakens Asakashion from her nightmare.

She slept on a chair in the strategy room of the Imperial battleship.

The holographic projection was suspended in front of him, emitting a faint gleam.

When she opened her eyes, she saw her subordinate, a player who had been defected to the imperial camp, and also a subordinate of her legion.

No words.

She stared at the player like that, causing the player to swallow several times involuntarily.

Facing Qianshang Shiyin, he felt great pressure.

"We are about to go to the world controlled by the forces of the Temple of Heaven." The player said.

Asakashi Shion stood up, lifted her huge sickle, and showed a sick smile.

"Get ready to let them know what is the grace of our Lord."

ps: To be continued.