Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The inter-universe war unfolds in a form that ordinary people can't imagine.

In many cases, the appearance of imperial troops often represents the final harvest, rather than the previous conquest.

More preliminary work was done by local indigenous people.

Relevant intelligence collection, elimination of key figures who may cause obstacles, and destruction of the local military defense system are all done by the indigenous people themselves.

Those ambitious natives would obtain points by completing the tasks assigned by the empire, and then use the points to exchange for things in the hands of the empire.

There are many things that can be exchanged.

Even the fragments of divinity that the natives desire most, the ones that can become gods, also exist.

Those gods who are killed are often sent to the empire's factories for dissection and research.

As for the so-called divinity and divinity of those gods, the empire naturally also studied them.

Simply speaking, divinity is a natural modifier that modifies data on the background of the universe.

For example, those so-called divine fragments of the God of Thunder are a typical directional modifier.

Automatically convert the absorbed subspace energy into thunder and release it by the user.

This kind of thing is almost the same as the skill module of the heart of the empire in terms of principle.

However, the aborigines are not clear about this, but stubbornly believe that those so-called divine fragments are extremely mysterious and have supreme power, which is their way to the gods.

In fact, the factory could even mass-produce those so-called gods if the empire wanted to.

The only thing that needs to be paid is resources and manpower.

Nothing is mysterious. If you think something is mysterious, you should think about whether you are too ignorant.

The creators behind Cosmic Reincarnation Game No. 03 took such technology apart and packaged it into so-called talents.

Players gather their talents and complete the job transfer task to gain divinity.

Such methods are extremely crude in the eyes of the high-level technical sages of the empire.

Those players are happy with it, thinking that it is a path of evolution and detachment.

He went crazy and wanted to improve his level, collecting fragments everywhere, thinking that he could transcend and become a god.

Those players are no different from those who were colonized in the New World in exchange for gold, spices, and slaves for gold, spices, and slaves.

There are always people who laugh at the stupidity of those people in the feudal era, but they don't know that they are also a stupid member.

What is even more frightening is that the so-called growth and detachment just make the players themselves more delicious food.

The empire uses points to hire local aborigines to work for itself, and then let them use points to buy props here.

This shameless method is also learned from reincarnation games.

It really is a surefire deal.

The empire acts as both referee and banker, while the natives as players are completely manipulated.

The natives knew nothing about the manufacturing cost of props.

A piece of prop can bring the empire a hundred times, a thousand times, or even ten thousand times in return.

To recruit an imperial soldier, compensation needs to be made to the local area, and a sum of resources is needed to purchase weapons and equipment. If they are killed or retired, the empire needs to undertake subsequent compensation and relief.

Those players don't need compensation, nor do they want the empire to make any promises.

For those points, even if he died in battle, the disabled would never complain about the empire, and only hated himself for not being careful enough.

It's not that the empire insisted on learning the reincarnation game so inhumanely and irresponsibly, it's mainly because of Zhenxiang.

Those player tool guys are really cool.

If you don't squeeze them well, it will definitely be a huge loss.

In universes 04 and 05, a simple prop can allow a person to easily sell information about his world and become a spy of the empire willingly.

They can even be hired to kill those who may hinder the expansion of the empire, weaken the defense of the universe itself, and allow the empire to enter it smoothly.

Warp demons are bound by the rules of the real universe.

When imperial personnel enter other universes, they will also be restricted.

Unless they use the completed inter-universe tunnel to enter, they can only use the devil's method to enter a different universe.

If those natives do not cooperate, the price the empire will have to pay to conquer a world is unimaginable.

Putting down the doll in his hand, Dawn looked up at the huge factory.

The interior space of the factory is very large, filled with all kinds of strange machines.

The huge machines lined up in a long line, like huge metal mountains.

The piston device does the same action over and over again, back and forth in the roar.

Endless energy pipelines, interspersed with countless panels and gauges.

Runes of witchlight gleamed around the perimeter of the furnace.

Technicians put the collected special substances into the furnace, and then purified, diluted and proportioned.

The cultivated psionic materials were also sent to complex machines, cut and woven into bunny dolls.

According to different sizes, they are divided into Baron Tutu, Lord Tutu, Earl Tutu, Marquis Tutu, Duke Tutu, and King Tutu.

In addition, there are Tutu Leader (Rebel Army), Tutu General (Rebel Army), Tutu Commander (Rebel Army), Tutu Soldier (Rebel Army), and Tutu Farmer (Rebel Army).

The two series are quite different. The larger the title of the noble series, the bigger the body.

The lower the status of the Rebel series, the bigger the body.

After the dolls are ready, they will be classified and sent to different areas by the assembly line.

Inject those prepared special substances into those prepared dolls, so that they can acquire special abilities.

The props sought after by players - the rabbit doll has been manufactured.

After quality inspection and sampling, it can be sent to other universes and circulated as props.

For those natives, these props can only be created by gods.

Such a mystery, and the power of rules.

To the Empire, they are just cheap assembly line products.

Who would think that a few assembly line props with a range of only a few meters or tens of meters can change the situation on the battlefield? ?

A round of artillery goes down, and thousands of kilometers around will be turned into coke.

What is the use of props with a range of several meters or tens of meters?

Those aborigines only want to become so-called gods, and they are also doomed to sorrow.

Even those special rule-type props born from the ashes of civilization are not powerful things in the eyes of high-level civilizations and Chaos Gods.

That thing is like the coal and oil dug out of the planet.

Those special rule-type props are only a high-level resource for the empire.

Can you rule the world if you find diamonds, oil, and coal?

If not, why do you think that a few props can rule the world?

Those civilizations have been destroyed.

What can their embers change! !

It's like a burial object of an ancient king.

At most, it is nothing more than changing a person's fate and letting him get rid of his original poverty and mourning.

But if it is placed in a civilization, it is doomed that nothing can be changed.

No country or dynasty will become powerful because of the burial objects of an ancient king.

The regular props caused by the deposition of the ashes of civilization are no different from those funerary objects.

There is a limit to what they can change.

From a personal level, those burial objects are very useful, they can be used as antiques, sold at a good price, and change one's own destiny.

Standing at the level of a country and a power, those funeral objects are useless, and the wealth they bring is illusory.

This is why rules-based items are useless against empires.

The gap between civilizations and the level they are in are different, which also leads to different cognitions.

After listening to the supervisor's report to himself, Don was also lost in thought.

Although Guilliman only asked him to build fortresses and fortresses in various colonial universes.

In fact, it also meant for him to consolidate the logistics of the empire.

This is why the No. 01 universe shrouded in fog will be his first stop.

Guilliman needed him to guarantee production here.

The abilities of these items are of little use to Imperial troops.

The range of action is too small.

The scope of action is large, and the side effects are also large.

In addition, the empire does not lack means of attack.

These props are of course tasteless, not of much use.

But for those natives, it is very precious, and it is worth their lives to exchange for it.

Guaranteeing the production of these props is conducive to the empire's control over those natives.

Don suppressed his thoughts.

Step towards the outside of the factory.

The personal guard and a group of assistants hurriedly followed.

The group left the rumbling factory behind.

Walking out along the promenade, what came into view was a huge and magnificent human city.

The city is built on a planet that has just been taken over by humans.

The rules and order here are forcibly shaped by human will.

There are two forms of planets in the misty universe, one is a chaotic planet controlled by chaotic creatures, and the other is a human planet controlled by an empire.

The laws of physics in this world have completely broken down.

Worse than what happened with the Eye of Terror.

The Eye of Terror is just a sore.

In the foggy universe No. 01, the whole corpse was festered with pus, and all the cells were dead.

The two are quite different.

In order to reshape the rules of a universe, it is difficult to do it with the current strength of the empire, and it will take a very long time, calculated in tens of thousands of years.

All the empire can do at present is to nail their own nails one by one in the fragmented misty universe, and maintain their colonies.

Due to the idealistic nature of Warp energy, beings who control planets can shape the planet they control according to their own ideas.

The creatures of Chaos tend to make it into a horrible hell, or some kind of sweet trap.

Burning blood lakes, strange crystal labyrinths, stinky and rotten gardens, etc., all kinds of terrible things will emerge with the will of the controller, changing the appearance of the planet.

Even burning stars can be altered.

All in all, as far as weird things can be imagined, the warp has formed in some form.

If humans can control a planet, it will be shaped by them.

The usual practice of the Imperial Army is to drive out the creatures of Chaos from a world and erect a statue of the Holy Emperor.

With the help of the mechanical sages, the erected statue will connect to the firewall of the divine emperor's will.

Thereby anchoring that planet.

To enable humans to control that world, and to reshape that planet according to human needs, so that the development and exploration teams of the empire can live normally.

The idealistic universe is like this, no one can be an exception.

Demons want to do that, humans have to do that too.

It was getting dark when Don walked to the gate of the factory.

The sky was very strange, with no light at all.

There is no moon and no stars.

Only pure darkness covers the sky.

There is something in the void, it's just blocked by the protective barrier of the empire.

The Empire reverse-analyzed the wall of origin separating different parallel universes in Universe 02 and the plane crystal wall of the reincarnation game in Universe 03, and created a protective barrier belonging to the Empire to protect the planets controlled by the Empire from being invaded by chaotic creatures.

There are only a few places where direct viewing of the corrupted void is allowed.

For the general public, those things are too weird and scary.

It's better as if it doesn't exist.

At that time, Dawn will build the webway again, and everything will be perfect.

Using webways to connect colonies protected by barriers perfectly isolates Chaos creatures.

No matter how terrifying the outside is, it has nothing to do with the territory controlled by the empire.

Dorn looked at the huge colonial city, and after a moment, he turned to his assistant.

"Let's go to the front line." Don said, "Go and see the enemy of this universe."

Due to Don's special status, his request was quickly met.

A battleship awaits him at the spaceport.

The task of the battleship is to send Dawn, the Eldar who followed him to Universe 01, and related technical personnel to the frontline battlefield.

The spaceport is still within the protection range of the barrier, but not outside the spaceport.

Standing by the porthole of the battleship, the horror belonging to Universe 01 also rushed towards Dorne.

The horrors in the void are enough to drive an ordinary person mad.

The corruption here goes beyond the Eye of Terror.

The entire void writhed with eerie tentacles covered in knots and sores.

It's like hundreds of millions of poisonous snakes crawling and intertwining.

Countless eyes opened and closed.

Thousands of mouths are whispering, and the weird and crazy laughter echoes in the darkness everywhere.

The battleship's Geller force field is specially enhanced to keep corruption out.

It's not like navigating the void or the warp at all, it's like walking through swarms of tentacles.

Those tentacles clung to the periphery of Geller's force field, trying to pull it into the endless dark abyss, but they couldn't succeed because of the protection of Geller's force field and Guilliman's will.

Those weird and terrifying mouths let out desperate and miserable cries, mourning the departure of their prey.

The only good thing about this universe is that there are no horrible evil gods.

Perhaps the place has been drained, and there are no creatures to provide emotions for the Chaos Gods, and they will also feel bored and boring.

Without enough food, those predators naturally left. A ruined, dilapidated universe was left behind.

There is nothing surprising about this.

Such is the nature of many Chaos gods, who desire destruction rather than creation.

They have no idea of ​​protecting the ecological balance.

Just like the game of reincarnation, it uses all means to squeeze, harvest joy and pain to fill the never-satisfied hunger and thirst, until the entire universe collapses and dies.

"My lord, you shouldn't look directly at that terrifying universe like this." Evelyn, the spiritual prophet who followed Donne to the misty universe, said.

After the Battle of Cadia, Selego also separated the key members of the Ark Eldar and the Harlequin Drama Troupe, and some of them continued to stay with Guilliman, assisting each other, and at the same time supervised whether the other party would perform the task of saving the soul. The promise of the clan gods.

The other part is to follow the forces of the Empire to different universes to explore the truth, and at the same time connect the Eldar and humans more closely.

"They can't corrupt me." Don said, "I'm just confused and at a loss for some things."

Evelyn looked at Dawn with a hint of astonishment in her heart.

The strength of the Primarch is obvious to all. Will they also show their weakness like other mortals? ?

"Why are you at a loss, Lord Dorn." Evelyn asked.

"I'm wondering how long this war has been going on?" Dorn stared at the terrifying scene outside, an abandoned warship with a spindle-shaped front and a cylindrical rear drifted by in the twisted void.

It has lost power and its hull is corrupted, with eerie eyes and flesh covering its hull.

Just floating like that.

There is no doubt that the ship belonged to one of the extinct civilizations of this universe.

The ultimate fate of those civilizations was to be consumed by the Warp, their souls and all that they created.

ps: There is still 8,000 short of the task of 20,000 daily updates, and we still need to work hard. Even if it is water, I must have enough water for 20,000 a day.