Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Lucifer standing behind the counter showed an expression of disbelief.

Constantine's introduction made his mind go crazy.

Constantine, Constantine, Constantine, Constantine.

After Constantine went to participate in an infinite parallel war, he brought back so many Constantines at once! !

Empire TM is opened by his family! !

How is the treatment completely different from other superheroes! !

None of them?

All for the Empire? ?

There is not even a Constantine who carried the empire to the death for his homeland! !

How can there be people in this world who have no moral integrity at all? ?

If only it were an individual from a parallel universe.

The problem is that all parallel universe individuals are like this, which is somewhat grassy.

The many ancient gods who had lost their divine power in Lucifer's bar also had strange expressions at this time.

As the grace of the Holy Emperor, those gods and demons who voluntarily surrendered and cooperated with the empire to surrender their authority and power can receive certain preferential treatment.

They have no believers and no divine power.

Daily life is hanging around in Lucifer's bar, being a waste who eats and waits to die.

At this time, they looked at Constantine with admiration, dullness, and more incredulity.

Before the empire came, Constantine was always able to do all kinds of things that made them dumbfounded and unexpected.

A mortal was deceived and deceived in the two worlds of gods and demons, and mortgaged his soul to dozens of gods and devils like a profiteer.

I thought this guy would take it off because of this.

Who knew that when the empire came, Constantine actually showed them what it means to turn over to the top.

From a god-loathed, hell-spiked god stick to a hot imperial civil servant.

He had even been summoned by the holy emperor of this terrible empire.

Think about what kind of concept this is.

Constantine accomplished what many people could not do in their lifetime.

Even the gods can't do those things.

Don't think this is a joke.

Even the gods have things that they cannot accomplish.

Otherwise, there would be no change of gods.

Manpower is always exhausted, and so is God.

There is no eternity in the world, and there is no omnipotence.

Lucifer felt the same way.

Hell no longer exists, and so does heaven.

Several of his former bosses were destroyed by the empire.

Who would have imagined such a thing before! !

If in the past, someone told Lucifer's immediate boss in the future, the god of heaven would be killed, his head would be hung at the gate of the lost paradise, and he would become a bar owner, selling alcohol for a living.

He must think that the other party is a lunatic, and threw the other party into the frying pan.

In the past, who would have thought that such a thing would happen? ?

In the concept of many gods, gods are gods, and they will never hang out with mortals, let alone support themselves.

But now, he is selling wine, and those ancient gods are either sweeping the floor or serving as waiters.

The beauty who was wearing black silk and shuttled among the guests with drinks was once the most powerful succubus under him.

He is also his executioner, who specializes in executing those villains who dare to believe in Christianity.

The guy with the scruffy hair, the whites of the eyes, and the broom was once an Old God.

The one cleaning the toilet inside is Abaddon, the king of diseases.

There are many other odds and ends.

Life is not easy, and gods and demons are performing arts.

The empire came, and the deceived Constantine turned into a master.

Who would dare to ask him for the previous debt.

Master Constantine borrowed things, that's worth it.

If you dare to beep, let the Imperial Iron Fist educate the diehards of the old era.

Many gods and demons owed by Constantine have nothing to do with him.

In the past, you could threaten him with death.

Even if he is not a believer, he will spend a lot of money to get him, and then torture him and make him pay the price.

It is worth mentioning that the realm of the gods can only accept believers who believe in them.

This is not only the tacit understanding among the gods, but also the iron rule of the soul world.

Even if a person commits evil, if he does not believe in Christ, his soul will not enter hell, nor will he accept God's judgment.

Of course, no god would ever say that.

They only emphasize that the unbelievers fall into the abyss, or are consumed by the primordial destroyer.

No salesman will say that the products he sells are not good.

No god will admit that there is something he can't do.

Some people think that God is sublime, mysterious, and different from everything in the world.

This thinking is wrong.

To put it bluntly, God is like a salesman.

Foolish and ignorant mortals might object that God is omnipotent.

Lucifer had seen many before, and they always tried their best to pick out a few words from religious books, thinking that God is omnipotent.

In fact, there is nothing omnipotent in this world.

The limits that mortals can imagine are nothing more than manipulating others, or making someone who doesn't love themselves fall in love with them.

Their imaginations are so barren it's just too easy to cheat.

All it takes is a little illusion or demagogy to bluff them.

To put it bluntly, a top rich man may be omnipotent to the poor.

"Boss, it's really impossible, let's close our business today!!" The executioner-Maze, who was dressed in black silk, a maid uniform, and two rabbit ears on his head, walked to Lucifer's side and whispered: "So many Kang Standing, we're going to break."

Maizi's figure is extremely hot, with a protruding front and back, a waist that can be grasped, fair complexion, red lips, and smooth curves full of temptation.

"Don't use such ambiguous words to talk about things." Lucifer gave his subordinates a humanized roll of the eyes, "You say that, making it seem like Constantine and I have some ulterior secret."

"No? I think Constantine always likes to run to you, and he doesn't spend as much time with his fiancee as he does with you!!" Maitz looked at Lucifer, his seductive eyes were teasing .

Lucifer: .

"How about it!! Members of my team." After the introduction, Konstantin slapped the long table with a slap, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he looked very proud.

From ancient times to the present, who can be as outstanding as him and gather so many Constantines.

"It's quite distinctive." Lucifer looked at a bunch of Constantines of different sizes and heights, and showed a reluctant smile.

"So it's Little Morning Star." A childish voice sounded.

Lucifer looked down and found that it was Lori Constantine.

The other party was wearing a long pink dress with a round face and looked extremely cute.

It would be perfect if the tone was not so old-fashioned.

"Children, don't talk like that." Lucifer looked at Lori Constantine and said.

"Uncle is so gentle." Lori Constantine showed a cute expression, tried to stand on tiptoe, and stretched out her slender, silky little hands.

Lucifer reached out without hesitation.

In the end, she was grabbed by Lori Constantine and pulled out from behind the counter.

The whole person spins 360 degrees, and then slams on a bar table, smashing it to pieces.

Lori Constantine yelled ah ah ah, raised a stool beside her and rushed up, about to give the former Lord of the Fallen Angels a headshot.

If it weren't for the other Constantine's timely action, I'm afraid Lucifer would have to go to the hospital.

"I forgot to tell you that she is a cruel loli." Constantine pulled up the face of Lucifer with a face covered in embarrassment, with a terrified expression on his face, "With that loli face, she deceived a group of Unjustly seeded local gods, more in debt than the rest of us combined."

Looking at the cute loli who was tightly grasped by the arm of the strong Constantine, still baring her teeth and waving her claws, wanting Lucifer to look good.

Lucifer suddenly felt an old trough in his heart, not knowing whether to vomit or not.

He limped back to his counter.

"I should get used to it. Constantine is like this. No matter what you become, you will always look the same. Remember to pay for that table, or I will sue you at the Ministry of Justice of the Empire."

This small episode made the many ancient beings in Lucifer's Bar shudder.

They bowed their heads one by one, for fear that the group of Constantine would notice themselves.

Those ordinary imperial citizens were extremely excited.

Constantine can always bring them some interesting stories or rumors.

It can be regarded as a rare regulator of their daily boring life.

They went up one by one, greeted Constantine, and encouraged him to tell stories about the imperial expedition.

The scope of the empire's expedition has become larger and larger.

Every day new worlds are discovered, conquered, and incorporated into the hallowed realm of the Empire.

People's cheers and adoring eyes can satisfy people's vanity.

Constantines are also mortals and cannot be exempted from it.

Numerous Constantines were dragged past by people, gathered around them, and listened to their stories.

But Constantine, Lucifer's real friend, was sitting in front of the counter, chatting with Lucifer with a glass of ale.

"How's the situation of the imperial expedition?" Lucifer rubbed the place where he was thrown just now. Without his divine power, he was plagued by these minor injuries and pains just like ordinary people.

"It's not like that, beat those superheroes, and deal with those self-righteous gods." Constantine said casually: "I am not a regular army, at most I am a militiaman, arresting the infinite family, escorting some rebellious gods, Other things are basically out of our turn.”

Lucifer, who was wiping the wine glass, felt powerless to complain.

When are the infinite family and the traitorous gods so unbearable, they are only worthy of fighting with the militia recruited by the empire.

"Didn't you hear any rumors?" Lucifer asked.

When Constantine heard this, he looked at Lucifer and said, "What is there to inquire about! I can't finish my work. This time, I captured Death and Superman from the parallel universe No. 0414 and brought them back. , to come to you for a sip of wine, and you have to arrest people after drinking."

Hearing this, Lucifer was silent for a moment before asking.

"Have you seen Lucifer from other universes?"

Constantine nodded, and then added: "The Surrender Act has been amended. Only those gods and demons who are willing to imprint and serve the empire can survive. Many of them have been assigned to subspace-related departments. Don't think you can Setting up a Lucifer exclusive bar, the empire will not allow it."

"I don't have such bad taste as you, and I specially formed a Constantine team." Lucifer's tone made no secret of his contempt for Constantine.

When he saw a group of Constantine walking in from the door, he was in a mess.

What is the little shock of Constantine! !

This is the little shock of Constantine! !

"This is a like-minded elite team." Constantine brushed his hair.

"Sir, please pay attention. I am a serious succubus who abides by the laws of the empire. If you do this again, I will sue you."

An angry voice attracted the audience's attention.

When everyone looked over.

It was discovered that the Constantines were harassing the beautiful female bartender, who was Lucifer's former executive - Metz.

Old Constantine raised his brows with a wretched smile.

Big Ding Constantin also twisted his doggy waist with eight-pack abs, doing in-and-out poses.

Even Lori Constantine used her little hands to smack other bartenders.

"You guys are really like-minded." Lucifer said mockingly: "Especially in terms of reproduction."

Constantine: . .

This group of guys, they have tricked themselves too much! !

"You are enough." Constantin stopped the team members from doing anything wrong, "Have you forgotten the last time you played badly with Miss Death and was punished? Do you want to talk to the imperial judge?"

As soon as these words came out, several Constantine shrugged and dispersed.

Lori Constantine still didn't give up. When she turned her head, she even gave Mize a few winks, which showed that she was insane.

Occasional episodes emerge in endlessly, showing the true colors of Constantine.

But nothing happened.

Constantine's team just drank and went to perform the mission again.

Those guerrillas who defied the empire urgently need their lackeys of the empire to suppress them.

Human beings always like to express war and the end of all things poetically.

Scholars and poets have tried to romanticize the sacrifices.

But real war is never romantic.

All it reveals is cruelty and gore.

The war here is destined not to be known to ordinary people.

The huge amount of information and the evil truth between the universe will burn their brains.

The urgent sound of the siren resounded on the expeditionary celestial-class battleship.

Busy staff ran around, trying their best to maintain the damaged ship.

There were explosions and flames everywhere.

The wounded were carried down or directly executed to free their souls and return them to the arms of the Holy Emperor before their souls were corrupted.

Death, screams, wailing, crying, all sounds echoed.

If you look down from the vast void, you can see that a large part of a celestial-class battleship comparable to a planet has been bitten off.

Raging flames and explosions continue to appear at the gap.

From time to time, maintenance personnel and machinery will be thrown out, turned into ice sculptures, or die from lack of oxygen

The original space-time data is lost, and the time retrospective device has failed.

The Overwatch Legion has the same level of power as the Empire.

As in the past, each battle requires a large number of lives to be won.

Titus stood on the podium, staring at the screens, looking for a breakthrough in the battle situation from the feedback sent to him by other troops.

The Empire paid a great deal of sacrifice to keep the enemy within its fortress.

Now, all it takes is one final move to wipe them all out.

This is a war waged against God, which is far more tragic than those security wars that encircle and suppress superheroes.

A primarch brother of the Holy Emperor sits on the battlefield, and under his command countless armies attack the enemy's stronghold.

The Watcher Fortress is a huge palace built in dimensional space, assembled from various complex geometric buildings.

It is extremely complicated, and it will infinitely extend towards non-existent angles.

As if the three-dimensional living body is suddenly thrown into the four-dimensional world, the eyes will have the feeling of infinite details.

In that space, the speed of time and direction are reversed.

Imperial forces struggled in it.

Glenn and his 0142 strike team are breaking into a cube-shaped building.

He has completed four generations of original casting upgrades, and the built-in Empire Heart also has the latest version of the rule concept rewriter, which has the ability to change the surrounding physical laws or space-time data.

However, in this war against the Overwatch Legion, this god-like power is not enough to crush the enemy and change the battlefield.

The building overflowed with a strange light.

These lights have the ability to warp space-time and prevent detection.

Glenn knew the Watchers were here, hiding, waiting for the Empire to fall into their trap.

He has already lost many brothers in this battle.

The murmur of the brooding was endless.

Inputting the outlined five-dimensional map into Glenn's mind made his brain ache.

His brain is not designed to process these high-dimensional data.

Overseer fortresses are located in dimensional space, and as long as they are willing and have enough technology, they can build buildings of any dimension.

Just like the webway built by the old sages.

Humans find it incredible, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

The team is advancing, and the spirit of every soldier is very vigilant.

The time flow here is not uniform.

Some people move quickly, some people move slowly.

This is one of the eerie features of these buildings.

Accompanied by a sharp sound, a monster with sharp and smooth limbs and a whole body as smooth as glass, without eyes and facial features, jumped out of the brilliance.

Its sharp limbs pierced through the body of a Primaris warrior in an instant.

The time of the stabbed warrior seemed to be sped up thousands of times.

Before the warrior showed any pain, he aged rapidly, his skin sagged, and finally turned into wind and sand.

Made of high-density materials, enough to defend, the armor of the extinction attack has lost its luster, revealing mottled and rusty traces of time.

Glenn raised the bolter and fired at it.

The bullet with the annihilated matter hit the monster's body.

With piercing screams, it was turned into burning, scattered embers.

This was a start, more monsters jumped out of the brilliance, and launched an attack on Glenn and the others.

They are hidden in those special lights and cannot be detected or found.

When Primaris warriors enter their realm, they spring forth to attack the Imperium.

They all carry the brilliance of psionic energy, distorting the space-time and the passage of time around them.

Glenn killed twenty or thirty, possibly more.

His counter is disturbed by the time flow, there is no way to count the number of kills.

The annihilation substance contained in the special bomb can reduce those monsters to ashes from the inside out.

He fired all the bullets in it.

He activated his ax after seeing the helmet indicate that the ammunition was empty.

However, he did not win the final victory.

A monster pierced his helmet.

pierced his brain.

[Warning has been attacked by time flow acceleration, and is correcting its own time flow. 】

[Warning, I am correcting my own time flow, please leave the dangerous area in time. 】

The harsh voice echoed in Glenn's head.

His time seemed to be stretched infinitely, and he experienced a long and slow death.

Although in the eyes of other fighters from the outside world, the moment he was stabbed, he was turned into sand under the ravages of time.

Glenn didn't feel that way. He felt that it took so long for eternity to usher in the final darkness.

On the podium, Titus saw another information feedback appear on the screen.

The No. 142 Assault Squad was all killed, and then it was brushed down and replaced by more death messages.

Those death messages are like tides, flowing continuously, as if there is no end.