Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Constantine stood in front of the prison, watching the maddened roar of the bald giant.

There was wonder in his eyes.

It was exactly the same as that of the Primaris Warrior Veteran of the White Consul, Keitan, who came here before.

It seems that the words of these traitors are not unfamiliar to many people of the empire.

It's just that no one takes it seriously.

All see it as a traitor's lie, see it as a joke.

The face of the bald giant is covered with scriptures.

Constantine didn't know those words, but with the instinct of a mage, he vaguely felt the sin and blasphemy contained in those words.

But the bald giant still had a noble aura overall.

That kind of temperament is very special, not something ordinary people can have.

Constantine had only felt that kind of temperament in two people.

One was Sanguinius who liberated them.

The other is the Holy Emperor who met at the Emperor Supreme.

Both have that special aura.

People can't help but want to offer their loyalty to them.

The eyes of the bald giant also reveal a depth and wisdom that are difficult for ordinary people to reach.

If this guy doesn't rebel, he will definitely have a place in the list that those people sing about.

It's a pity that the bald giant in front of him is an out-and-out traitor who has been spurned by the empire forever.

Constantine's idea is actually excusable.

These traitorous arch-enemies were created by the same creators as the loyal Primarchs.

Similar genetic techniques and materials were used.

There is nothing incomprehensible about having these same qualities.

They would have all stood beside the Great Emperor, their father's angels, the heroes of Men's victory over the Chaos Gods.

Unfortunately, this great vision did not come true.

Some of them chose darkness.

But some chose to fight for mankind to the last moment.

"What you said was a lie. The Holy Words were compiled by the Holy Emperor to praise his father." The guide retorted, "Don't think that they come from other universes, and you will be deceived by liars like you."

"That's a lie, a complete lie, he's a liar, a liar."

The crazy roar of the bald giant.

Like an out-of-control volcano, pouring out its monstrous rage at will.

He howled like a hungry beast that had been robbed of its food.

The chains covered with special runes that restrain the power of the warp rattled.

The thick chains tightened under the body movements of the bald giant.

He stretched out his hand to grab Constantine and others, wanted to grab them, and told these strangers the truth of the matter.

However, everything he did was in vain.

No matter how tight the chain was, it did not break.

He was bound firmly within the bounds of his chains.

Even if he could break free from the chain, he would not be able to touch Constantine and the others.

There is also a transparent barrier built with a variety of advanced technologies between them.

It is impossible to break through with the power of the bald giant.

"Lies." The bald giant roared again, his face contorted, but the chains trapped him tightly, making it impossible for him to break free.

"That bastard lied to you, don't believe him."

As soon as the bald giant's voice fell, the soul siphon pipe trembled violently.

Greater suction came from the main device of the astronomical torch, making the bald giant let out an even more bleak scream.

"No!" The bald giant was in great pain, but still shouted.

Constantine looked at the notice projection in front of the bald giant's prison, and read it word by word.

"Lorgar, the irredeemable imperial rebel, betrayer, a super stupid fool fooled by the gods, who only bullies the weak..."

His voice was like magic.

It made the bald giant suffer even more.

Howling like a wounded beast.

Especially when he read it out to be evaluated by the Holy Emperor himself.

The bald giant roared with grief and indignation.

It seems that he has suffered endless humiliation.

Lorgar tried again and again to break free from the chains.

But every time they returned in vain, it was useless except to increase their pain.

In order to better imprison these Primarchs, the Empire's technical department employs atomic-level sculpting techniques.

Using a giant generator, the atomic distribution between iron and metal is reshaped, the gap between them is compressed, the suction force of the atomic nucleus is enhanced, and the electrons are firmly adsorbed on the atomic nucleus.

Using this technique, they developed a chain that is quantum inert.

This chain can effectively restrain any supernatural entity.

Suppress their power and isolate their use of subspace.

Coupled with the unique anti-subspace technology.

Even the Demon Primarch, who has been blessed by the gods, cannot break free from these chains.

The Primarchs could do nothing but howl in despair.

Lorgar had to give up after another failed attempt.

As before, he cursed that brute Guilliman with vicious words.

And the guards guarding him responded very simply.

Increase the power of the Soul Siphon device to make it more painful.

Lorgar really wanted to restrain himself from screaming.

But every time, he would be tortured by the great pain to the point of screaming.

That's why Guilliman didn't kill him.

It is to use this method to torture him.

Show his pain and embarrassment in front of those blind and ignorant mortals to humiliate him.

Guilliman destroyed his perfect city, mocking his faith as a piece of rubbish with a look of disdain.

Now, he has suddenly become the spokesperson of the emperor.

When it comes to buying, it becomes the god who leads mankind after the emperor leaves.

And treat him like a monkey in a zoo exhibit, entertaining the damned mortals with his pain.

That damned, festering brute.

Lorgar cursed in his heart, but with the roar of the soul siphon device.

More severe pain came, flooding his mind.

Lorgar let out a more horrific cry.

The device tormented him every moment.

Let him experience the pain that the former emperor had felt over and over again.

Let him lose face and dignity in front of those tourists.

Made him a pathetic clown.

Become the talk and laughing stock of those damn mortals after dinner.

"What you say is a lie, traitor. No one will be deceived by you. All Primarchs have admitted that the Holy Word was written by His Majesty the Holy Emperor. You want to say that all Primarchs are liars Do you want to say that the great late emperor was also a liar?"

The guide looked fearlessly into the giant's eyes.

The faith in his heart made him fearless.

He will never allow these pathetic beasts to tarnish the Holy Emperor.

Lorgar let out a howl of pain.

There is not only the severe pain caused by the soul siphon device, but also the part of breaking the inner defense.

How much honor does that shameless Guilliman still want to take away from him, and when will he be trampled on before he is willing to give up.

Seeing that the other party was so rebutted by him that he dared not speak, the guide stopped and looked at the people in the study group.

"These traitors are always ruthless and trying to confuse us. Don't pay attention to what they say, just know that these idiots are clowns and will suffer here forever. This Astronomical Prison is also one of the most famous attractions in Terra , the fiscal revenue that can be contributed every year is higher than the tax paid by an industrial world.”

"Now that you see no one, it is to let you better understand the past of the empire. We have specially applied to the museum to suspend business for half a day. If it were normal, it would be crowded with people, and people would hold the emperor Or the holy emperor's icon walks past them, swearing at the traitors, proving his piety, and thanking his majesty for giving them the life they have now."

While listening, Constantine looked at the bowed giant named Lorgar.

The other party's desperate and painful appearance could not help but make people feel a little pity.

But soon, Constantine threw away that trace of mercy.

Because the guide led them to the Wall of Sin hung with pictures of traitors' atrocities.

There hung countless photographs, showing the study group the crimes committed by those terrible traitors.

Constantine, who saw those photos, felt extremely guilty.

How could he have any sympathy for those damned traitors! !

The Holy Emperor should use more cruel means to torture their bodies and souls, making them howl in pain day and night.

Those photos on the Wall of Sin are all from the Imperial archives.

Constantine swore that even Lucifer would jump in fright when he saw the photos in front of him.

Those terrible crimes are countless times more terrifying than the hell controlled by the king of hell.

One look is all it takes, and people will never forget the horrific bestiality.

It will wake people up in the middle of the night.

It makes people cry uncontrollably.

The massacre and sacrifice, planet after planet, was unbelievably large.

When the traitors stood on the ruined world created by them and ravaged the innocent men, women, children, and old people to death, these beasts showed no pity or hesitation, only excitement and madness.

Constantine stood in front of a pile of photos, the pictures made every cell in him tremble.

According to the guide, these photos record the scene after a world was captured by Chaos traitors.

After the empire liberated that world, the technicians extracted photos from the memory data strips of various devices that were not completely destroyed.

Record the atrocities of those traitors.

In the ruins of the city, the victorious traitors fashioned countless spikes and gallows from various materials.

Used to mutilate and torture captives and innocent people.

Just because the people of that city had resisted them for their homeland, they would suffer the cruelest vengeance.

The protagonist of the first photo is a soldier wearing tattered bulletproof armor, like a strip of cloth hanging from his body.

The soldiers should not be very old.

Constantine estimated that there should only be around twenty-three or twenty-four.

It is an age that is cynical and eager to make contributions.

The soldier was hung from a stake studded with sharp blades and bound with sharp wire.

The dark red blood trickled down the stake, soaking the ground that had been blackened by absorbing enough blood.

His teeth had been knocked out, his tongue had been ripped out, his hands and feet had been amputated, and even his eye sockets were left with bloody holes.

The face turned into a fuzzy mass of flesh mixed with blood and thorns.

And those mutated traitors are still trying to torture him, trying to extract more pain.

Such atrocious crimes are but a small part of the story.

The fate of the empire's people who fell to the world and the soldiers who defended their homeland is very sad.

Some people were nailed to the gallows, tied with those razor wires, screaming in pain.

Some people were thrown into razor nets, the sharp blades were coated with neurotoxins, and the more they struggled, the more puncture wounds their bodies suffered, and the more painful it was.

Constantine sees an Imperial commander mounted on a vehicle.

The traitors stripped the commander of his skin, his sinews and bones, and hung him on a vehicle to dry out.

Kill the child in the most brutal way in front of the mother, ensuring that the child's painful cries can break the mother.

Kill the wife with a single knife in front of the husband, make her suffer from despair and remorse, and then give her death.

Every picture is so hopeless.

Those desperate, thirsting for death touched Constantine and made him realize what an unforgivable crime the traitors imprisoned here had committed.

Under such torture, death is the best ending.

But their tyrants tried their best to keep them alive and make them suffer.

Not even when the traitors realized they couldn't hold the world they'd taken.

They also tend to destroy all destructible facilities before leaving, killing every imperial citizen they see.

When the empire reclaimed that world, those stumps blocked the huge sewers.

Bodies hang from buildings throughout the city.

The peeled skin is plastered on every wall.

Those terrible photos made Constantine feel endless fear in his heart.

If he was allowed to live in that era and in that world, it would be more satisfying to kill him.

Every member of the study group fell into fear and silence.

Horrible crimes that they did not even think about, they committed.

The traitors have created a terrible hell that exists in reality.

The craziest executioners they could imagine were as docile as sheep in the face of the brutality shown in those photographs.

"This is the masterpiece of those evil gods and traitors." The guide said: "If it weren't for the Holy Emperor, these terrible photos would not be hung on the wall and become a part of sightseeing, a part of your memory and study."

"If you were in that era, as long as you go to any world that is in the flames of war, you can see these terrible crimes, even worse."

"So don't have any pity for those damned traitors, and don't believe a word of them. They are full of lies, the most cunning beasts, the most shameless betrayers, and the most terrible executioners in this world. What you have to do Just like the billions of tourists who come here to visit, spit on them and tell everyone to always beware of these bloody traitors."

After walking through the Wall of Sin, the guide took them to the place where the traitors were held.

This traitor is a little smaller than the giant just now, but to ordinary people, he is still a giant.

His hair was also shaved, and scriptures were engraved all over his body.

The limbs are bound by barbed chains covered with intricate patterns.

The soul siphon device was also installed on his body, causing him to suffer and continuously make low-pitched wails.

"His name is Erebus, a primarch father who bewitched himself. From beginning to end, he planned to send humans into the arms of evil gods. He was captured in the Battle of Chidi Star and sent here. Just like his father , doomed to suffer forever.”

The guide introduced information about the traitor to everyone in the study group.

"It can't be God."

"He can't be a god."

Erebus muttered in pain, like an old man with a nervous breakdown.

"impossible."

Obviously, the Chidi star battle broke his spirit.

Already mentally demented, he has become a lunatic who can only talk.

The people in the study group didn't pay much attention to him.

No one cares about traitors, let alone a mad traitor.

Constantine and his party followed the guide and then visited other traitor prisoners and various memory corridors and cultural relics that recorded the history of the empire.

Those traitors were all firmly suppressed and held in prisons.

No matter how they roar and scream, they can't change their fate.

They are doomed to suffer until all things decay and the Empire ceases to exist.

Constantine could not conceive of any power that could destroy the empire.

As long as the Holy Emperor does not die, this force will not even have the possibility of weakening, let alone being destroyed.

When the study group passed by, many traitors screamed and cursed Guilliman in various vicious languages.

Screaming to the members of the study group, telling the truth, repeating Guilliman's deception over and over again.

However, the members of the study group who already knew the truth heard the words of those traitors, and what they felt in their hearts was not suspicion, but anger and more pious support for the Holy Emperor.

Many people even proposed to use more cruel means to torture those traitors and make them pay for their crimes.

As for the so-called truth in those guys' mouths, no one cares at all.

No matter how they scream and curse, no one will keep the truth in their mouths in their hearts.

Those who make it all the way, remember only the terrible crimes that the traitors once committed.

There is only one reason for them to understand.

If they don't unite with the Holy Emperor, those traitors and evil gods will make a comeback and bring them countless sufferings.

The traitors knew nothing about it.

They are still struggling to preach the so-called "truth" to every tourist.

Suffering to enlighten what they see as foolish mortals.

Still longing for their god to deliver them and end their clownish prison life.

The Battle of Cadia is over.

Chaos' plot was thwarted once again.

The enemies of the empire were scattered and fled in all directions, in constant panic.

The imperial troops did not stop there.

They are striking out everywhere, surrounding those enemies of the Empire.

At the same time, it is also trying to recover the planet inside the Eye of Terror.

Repair the abscesses caused by the chaotic gods and reshape the order of the real universe.

At this moment of glory, about to win a great victory that will be recorded in history, the Holy Emperor left the battlefield.

Withdrew from his soldiers, planning to return to Terra.

Handed over the relevant matters on the battlefield to his Primarch brothers and capable men to complete.

He has bigger things to do.

If he wanted this huge empire to last long enough, then he had to strengthen the foundation hard enough.

Countless new plans took shape in His mind.

The slight defeat on the Cadia battlefield made him vigilant.

Let him realize his arrogance and the strength of his enemies.

Prompting Him to use more powerful means to promote those plans that have already been planned but have not yet been officially launched.

When he returned to the Emperor Supreme, he summoned me.

He needs the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence on a secret mission.

A task that cannot be known to others until it is successful.

The less people know, the less people interfere, the easier it is to get close to success.

The Holy Emperor alone carries out these plans, and He alone knows all the truth.

He selectively tells people, and makes people firmly follow His instructions to ensure that the final result can come according to His vision.

In fact, there are also some unavoidable difficulties.

Nothing is perfect.

Even with an almost omnipotent and fraternal existence like the Holy Emperor, it is difficult to satisfy everyone.

With the invincibility of imperial troops on the battlefield and the peaceful life away from war, the lives of many imperial subjects have become more prosperous.

The liberalism and timely hedonism that emerged before have almost disintegrated the family structure of the empire, and the birth rate was once reduced.

In the end, it was through the promotion of the Social Support Act and the use of artificially cultivated technology that the population growth of the empire was guaranteed.

However, the crisis brought about by liberalism is not limited to these.

Many people of the empire expressed some dissatisfaction with the harsh censorship system of the empire.

They want a more free speech environment.

Hope to be able to speak freely.

Many scholars complain that their ideas can only be popular on their own planet.

They asked the empire to hand over some power of public opinion so that their great ideas could flow within the empire.

It can allow more waves of thought to promote the progress of human civilization.

"There should be more than one voice in this empire."

They often use such a slogan to promote their own legitimacy.

Except for those people, many people have a lot of complaints about the empire's massive resources on the cross-universe expedition and the cross-galactic expedition.

It is believed that more resources should be used to improve people's quality of life.

The blind pursuit of war will not last long.

It should be taken from the people and used for the people.

Some people also suggested that the empire should not be so strict, and should not always use the thinking of the past hundreds of years to do future things.

To bravely delegate power, the administrative structure of galaxies and star regions should abolish the original Terra dispatch system and use the method of referendum.

People also complain about unequal longevity to themselves and others.

Why they can only live for more than a hundred years, while some people can live for centuries.

All kinds of contradictions breed within the empire.

The Holy Emperor tolerated this.

Let officials and public opinion guide the tide of thought within the empire as much as possible.

Explain to the world the relationship between the soul and the body, not everyone can accept the life extension technology of the empire.

It's not just a question of resources, but also a question of the individual himself.

He is still worried that his plan will be disturbed and destroyed.

Those who dislike war and have been agitating for the Empire not to wage war will most likely sabotage this plan for their peaceful vision.

For this, necessary precautions are required.

Before the Emperor left, he handed over the power he had stolen from the Warp and the entire realm he had painstakingly built to the Holy Emperor.

Before Chagatai, Dorn and others returned to the empire, they fought for the former emperor in that area and captured the human souls scattered in the subspace.

For a long time, the former emperors reclaimed the souls of those heroes who died fighting for the empire, preventing them from falling into the hands of the enemy.

Some of these souls became the Legion of the Cursed, while others were shattered by their brutal battles and are still recovering today.

He planned to let those heroic spirits return to the real universe or become his Warp Space Legion.

This is a very crazy move.

The barriers between life and death will be broken down.

The boundary between life and death is blurred and all rules are bound to be broken.

It will make the entire universe usher in a crazy shock.

Of course, there is nothing worth mentioning about this.

The gods violated the rules first, and if humans obeyed the rules, they would be too passive.

Don't fight in the enemy's field, but force the enemy out of their field and fight in your own field, so that victory is possible.

To make those four hunters give up hunting humans, they must be killed.

The emperor once verified this approach, but in the end he found that there was no way to kill those four.

The Holy Emperor will choose another approach, and he will try again, even if he cannot kill them, he will expel them forever.

The recalled and revived heroes will be the sword that pierces the hearts of the gods of chaos, and the moment when the halos behind their heads are broken.

The only problem is that coming back from the dead is not a simple matter.

Even a Primarch like Sanguinius needs to collect all the soul fragments before he can be resurrected.

Those people have been dead for tens of thousands of years, and it takes unimaginable energy and price to revive them.

He had to collect all the broken souls of those heroes, use exquisite spiritual skills to repair them, restore them to their original appearance, and then create a flesh and blood body for them in order to revive them.

It is a work of unimaginable grandeur.

Even though he is the Marshal of the Forbidden Army who holds real power in the empire and overlooks all living beings.

I was also terrified of getting such a mission, worried that my subordinates would not be able to complete such a mission.

But I also know.

We have to do this.

By failing Him, we have failed the Empire, and we have failed our Creator.

Except for the black-robed Custodian guarding Terra's nameless prison, other Custodians and Sisters of Silence may be drawn to participate in this mission.

They will wander around to collect the soul fragments of those heroes and pave the way for their resurrection.

When the horn of the final battle sounds, those lost heroes will return to shed their last blood for mankind.

Courage and blood will pave the way for mankind to the future.

And we will be the guides for those heroes, taking them back from the eternal nothingness, to the place they fought for.

A dying star hangs alone in the void.

Its light had dimmed in the void, falling from the ranks of the main-sequence stars.

The Silent King sat silently on his throne as always.

His throne is placed on a huge pyramid, from which he can see the vast starry sky.

The body made of active metal does not require any oxygen and can adapt to any extreme environment.

Even without any protective measures, it would not cause any harm to him if he was directly exposed to the vacuum.

The Silent King stared silently at the aging, dying star in the distance, thinking about his own end and death.

After escaping from the Cadia galaxy, the lion has been biting him.

Like a pack of wolves, they drove him, the sheep, into a desperate situation.

Now is the final harvest time.

He has no escape and is destined to die here.

The light that erupted in the distance was the last resistance of soldiers loyal to him.

But it doesn't seem to be of much use.

They are slowly failing.

With the help of the Nether Dragon, humans know all the weaknesses of the Necrons like the back of their hands.

The Cancer Legion also tried to get them to use other technologies.

It's a pity that the opponent was defeated before he got much technology.

Once the opponent's clone died, the story of the coalition forces also came to an end in Cadia.

A strong flash came from the sky.

A gigantic pyramid was shattered into countless fragments in a silent explosion, flying in all directions.

The defense of the fleet was breached by humans.

A warship depicting an imperial double-headed eagle broke through the defense system of the Necrons and rushed towards the pyramid where it was.

Accompanied by flashes of light, those human fighters parachuted to the surface through teleportation technology.

The Silent King saw the enemy from the scarabs and the wizard's vision-sharing network.

It was Primarch One of the Empire who had come to end him.

Son of Caliban, Lion Lion.

His guards retreated steadily, being slaughtered by the commandos led by Lion Lion, all the way sparking wreckage.

A small pyramid appeared in the hands of the Silent King.

The small pyramid was spinning in his palm, emitting a faint gleam.

The switch to release the fragments of the Nightbringer has always been in his hand.

Can open the dimension labyrinth that holds the nightbringer fragments.

The Silent King looked at the pyramid in his hand, full of thoughts.

But in the end he didn't press it.

It is unknown whether the Nightbringers in their heyday will be able to win against the current human empire.

The Nether Dragons, restored to their full power, have become pets on Guilliman's shoulders.

What can the night bearer change! !

It's nothing more than letting myself struggle for a few more seconds.

As the supreme ruler of a race, he has his own dignity and arrogance.

Use the power of the god you betrayed to let yourself survive for a few seconds.

It sounds like a sad end.

Anyway, there is no way to escape, it is better to have some dignity.

The Silent King chose to give up that undignified resistance.

He hoped to die peacefully as a true king.

Instead of a maniacal, hysterical, coward dying to live.

He sat on the throne and watched the lion lead the team to kill his guard army.

Ascend the pyramid where he is.

Watching those guards being chopped down one by one.

The Silent King didn't move at all from beginning to end.

He only occasionally watched the battle of the lion from the visual sharing of those personal guards.

Truth be told, nothing can beat these Primarchs.

That witchcraft fellow has created some incredible things.

And so the Silent King watched as the Lion cut down his guard and walked to his throne.

The power long sword in the opponent's hand was leaping with electric arcs, and the tip of the sword was pointing at him.

"You have failed, enemies of the Empire," cried the lion, and his warriors surrounded him, letting out a low growl.

The Silent King said nothing.

The guard next to him spoke instead of him.

"Congratulations, you have become the real masters of the galaxy."

"Put down your weapons and surrender to the Holy Emperor." Ryan said, "This is your only way out."

"The king has the persistence of the king." The guard said on behalf of the Silent King: "You are better than us. We paid the same price, but we never got any future."

The Necrontyr are cursed from birth, cursed by their star, with a short lifespan.

No matter how life extension technology develops, they can't get rid of that curse.

Those warships built into pyramids are their tombs.

They slept in those pyramids to delay their own death before they could complete the interstellar voyage.

With tenacious perseverance, the Necrontyr still developed his own interstellar civilization.

None of this would have changed.

Until they met the Old Ones.

The near-immortality of the Old Ones made them jealous to the point of losing themselves.

They once tried to get the secret of the ancient sage's long life, even if they gave everything, they would not hesitate.

Just to end their short-lived curse.

The Old Sages rejected them without hesitation.

The Necrontyr realized that there was no way to peacefully obtain the secrets of life extension from the hands of the Old Ones, so they brazenly waged war.

They've had that terrible curse for so long that they'll go mad at the sight of a straw.

Given everything, they longed to end the curse.

In the end, they finally got what they wanted.

The price paid was so heavy that the soul and thinking were almost annihilated.

The entire Necrontyr race has become a hollow shell that holds the echoes of the past.

What a sad and ironic thing.

The Silent King recalls his own childhood.

At that time, he was not yet a brutal ruler, nor did he take control of the Meinek Dynasty.

He was still a child who studied with his mentor and felt sorry for the death of a soldier.

By that time, the first war between the Necrontyr and the Old Ones had ended.

The Necrontyr fail miserably.

All foreign colonies fell.

The survivors were forced back to the small star area where their home star was located, and all external passages were blocked by the Old Sage.

The worsening environment made the remaining Necrontyr dynasty ignore the orders of the Trinity Council, and plundered the few resources left by the compatriots in the later period of the Old Holy War through war.

The Silent King just watched his fellow race compatriots go to destruction bit by bit in the brutal fight.

He inherited the rulership of the Menek Dynasty and became the Queen of Silence, and began to look for a way to save the race.

The few witches who were still loyal to the Trinity Council found traces of the star god in the abnormal radiation of the dying star on their home planet.

With the efforts of the Silent King, they established communication with the Star God.

The C'tan, who had also been expelled by the Old Ones, readily agreed to form an alliance, and promised true immortality and unity to the entire Necrontyr race.

The only thing the Necrontyr has to pay is their cancerous flesh.

After the covenant was signed, they used living metal technology to transform the painful and tormented bodies of the Necrontyr into powerful and immortal metal shells through the life furnace.

In fact, at that time, there were still some Necrontyrs who had not undergone biological transformation.

But those Necrophobes were too weak, and he never cared about them.

At that time, he was more eager to make the Old One pay the price and avenge the shame of the past.

Until the Second Battle of Heaven swept the entire galaxy, all ancient civilizations were engulfed by the flames of war.

The frantic war sent countless souls into the warp, like blood spreading in the ocean, and finally attracted the hunting sharks.

The arrival of the Primordial Destroyer brought the Necrontyr who had not undergone biological transformation to destruction along with the Old Ones.

He just woke up and was deceived by the Star God.

That mechanical body was nothing but a cage of fate, a merciless mockery of the Star God.

However, everything is irreparable, and the Necrontyr who can continue the race is dead.

Only the Necrons, transformed into metal bodies, remained.

Even if he took revenge on the Star God, he couldn't change anything.

It's too late.

He buried the entire Necrontyr.

It was sacrificed as a sacrifice.

Those memories kept reappearing, causing the Silence King to show a bitter smile.

At this moment, he was a little jealous of humans.

Humans got a future they never got.

The Necrontyr are a race mocked and played by fate.

They tried their best to live, but the final ending was so ironic.

Lane didn't have the option to taunt the Silent King.

He understands the other party's choice.

If one day, the human empire suffered the same destruction.

Nor will he bow the knee to the enemy.

The male lion performed a knight's courtesy to the opponent, then walked to the opponent's side, swung his sword and looked down at his head.

This ancient king who once won the Second Battle of Heaven and forced the Old Ones to nowhere was thus ended.

Beheaded by an ape they once looked down upon.

There has never been an eternal dynasty in this world, and there has never been an eternal king.

Everything will come to an end of its own.

There are no exceptions.

Ryan stared at the rolling metal head, the light in his eyes slowly disappearing, and sighed.

"Disassemble this undead battleship into an empty shell, and then put its body inside, as its grave."

The impact of the end of the Battle of Cadia is still continuing.

The original military layout has also undergone major changes.

All major regiments and military units have new combat missions.

After completing the mission of procreating offspring, Hawke and his wife Andy embarked on the journey again.

They knew very well that their emotions must never override the great cause of the Holy Emperor.

It is already a very happy thing to be able to leave a crystal.

Their destinations vary.

The corps of the Natal series was ordered to go to Universe 02 to support Titus.

The corps of the Sara series were ordered to go to other galaxies to carry out colonization operations.

Their child, Assas, was placed in Natal.

The child's future is already sealed.

As the descendant of two legendary heroes, Arthas was destined to sacrifice everything for the Holy Emperor.

That day is not far away, even if he is still a young child.

He had no idea what his parents' departure meant to him.

Little did he know that a difficult mission was already waiting for him in the future.