Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Chapter 439 Supreme God 13 (Subscribe)

"What sacrifices do we need to make for humanity?"

In a private conversation that has never been made public and will not be recorded by historians, Sanguinius asked his brother just such a question.

"everything."

Guilliman, who heard this question, didn't look back.

He was standing by the porthole of the Emperor Supreme.

Staring at the vast void, he said in a tone that was calm enough to make him heinous.

Sanguinius did not continue to ask what Guilliman said contained everything.

Because there is no need to ask, he also knows the final answer.

In a universe full of false gods and without salvation, how can we obtain the ultimate salvation of mankind? ?

What price would they have to pay in order to gain a chance of life in a mortal situation? ?

There is no redemption in a dark and cruel universe of despair.

But they can create a salvation that belongs to human beings.

Use your own life and courage to create a path to the future

Rage and thirst are no longer the curse of the Blood Angels, nor are they the curse of Sanguinius.

With Guilliman's help, they were transformed into a blessing, part of the essence of Sanguinius.

Each Primarch is a child of two worlds, the Warp and Reality.

They have endless potential.

He is the youngest son of God and the one who kills God.

Born to be extraordinary.

Sanguinius let out an extremely furious roar.

The rage contained within is pure and unblemished, making all Khorne demons and World Eaters jealous.

The Blood Angels are not World Eaters.

Those idiots enslaved by the neural apparatus of the Dark Ages, ruled by man-made rage, are like pathetic slaves.

The anger of the Holy Blood Angel is innate, born from the anger that everything good is betrayed and destroyed.

It is a pure anger that comes from the heart.

It does not come from impotent rage against one's own destiny, nor from hatred and enmity.

It comes from protection, from the light that is longed for.

The wrath of the Blood Angels stems from the wrath of Sanguinius, which they draw from the noble soul of their genetic father.

When I witnessed the Horus Rebellion, I witnessed the evil deeds of the subspace.

The anger of Sanguinius has never been extinguished, just like an eternal volcano, it has been burning, eager to devour all the enemies of mankind.

His anger affected his children for ten thousand years.

It was once considered a curse on the Blood Angels.

But no, their anger is pure, and appears to protect, not destroy.

After being revived by Guilliman with cutting-edge technology, Sanguinius remained as angry as ever.

On weekdays, what he showed was just a disguise for that incomparable anger.

His benevolent nature made it impossible for him to unleash his wrath on those wretched weaklings.

He could only carefully control the rage so that it would not harm innocent people.

His rage was so pure and blazing.

It is for this reason that the Chaos God-Khorne would stop at nothing to claim the Blood Angels and their Primarch.

It's a pity that it didn't come true in the end.

The wrath of Sanguinius is not for that filthy god.

It is destined not to be the same as him.

The purity of Sanguinius is the envy of countless demons of Khorne, and it also makes them worry and fear.

Primarchs possessed the characteristic of immortality, and the title of God's Youngest Son was enough to show how terrifying they were.

What frightened and frightened the demons even more was the potential for growth of the Primarch.

No one knows whether the high gods will be replaced one day.

Even an immortal can hardly control all the variables in the vast and endless universe of the heavens.

Sanguinius fell into a state of rage.

He incarnated as the god of war in the enemy's battle, wantonly harvesting those alien lives.

He was outraged by what he saw in Universe 02.

Those high-ranking guys keep humans in captivity like livestock.

Those foolish heroes allow themselves to be blinded by false truths, deceived by false freedom and beauty.

He feels pity for those guys and infinite anger at the so-called High God.

But now, this anger was unleashed to its fullest.

On the noble face, those eyes have turned into pure black stones.

It's like two smooth obsidian inlaid on a perfect statue.

The spear in Sanguinius' hand pierced every enemy who dared to approach him.

The vitrified, silicon-based bodies of the soldiers of the Overwatch Legion were shattered by him.

He shook the sky with a dragon-like roar, and his unparalleled fury burned into visible brilliance.

Nothing can stop a Primarch.

They were born to destroy, to kill the filthy gods above.

Sanguinius is one of the best.

The watchers let out screams of terror.

They felt the same breath as their master on that human being.

Although weak, they are far stronger than them and have endless potential.

Any companion who rushes forward will be destroyed by the human with wings.

The opponent is like a cruel and cold war machine, every attack will take the life of their companions.

No matter how strong those companions are, they all look weak in front of that human being.

The other party slaughtered every watcher in sight.

The glazed body turned into shards of residual crystals, and the blood stained the opponent's spear, reflecting the brilliance of the metal.

The remaining companions fled screaming.

Even if they grasp the truth of the universe, there is no way to fight against such a terrifying monster.

That guy shouldn't be a thing of reality.

Sanguinius swooped over the heads of the imperial troops chanting his name, and rushed towards the last remaining enemy fortress.

His wings are so powerful, and the radiance that escapes can fight against the turbulence of time and space and destructive weapons raging on the battlefield.

The wings allow him to harness the aether with ease, as if he was born with instinct.

The Warp is not exclusive to the gods.

It is the mother of all things, and all that exists is born from its embrace.

The gods are but vile plunderers.

They have taken the dominance of the Warp and shamelessly declared it their exclusive property.

It's like a cruel tyrant has set aside a piece of land, and the people who have lived on that land for generations must admit that it is his private property.

Gold ornaments, precious rubies and teardrop gemstones dangle from Sanguinius' armor.

The armor made of special high-density alloy is so brilliant and gorgeous.

Its artistry seems to be more suitable to be placed in the highest-level art gallery.

Such a noble and gorgeous armor made Sanguinius look more noble and could not be offended.

He soars in the sky.

A golden spear was held in a strong, powerful hand.

Countless complex mysterious runes are covered on it.

The power of technology and magic flows on it.

Between swings, the spear will exude breaths that make the gods frightened.

In the other hand he held a blade of bloody metal bearing the name of his Primarch brother, Vulkan.

Vulkan presented his brother with a scarlet sword, wishing him success in battle.

In order to resurrect him, Guilliman exhausted all the resources he could get at that time, and forged him the most powerful holy body.

Even if Sanguinius is blasted into atoms and thrown into a different universe, he can return someday in the future to bring vengeance to his enemies.

His powerful divine body gives him the ability to ignore enemy attacks.

All attacks against him will be dispelled in front of that thin, invisible special barrier.

He is like a stubborn stone in a raging ocean.

The terrible ocean can submerge everything, but it cannot crush a small stubborn rock.

He easily passed defenses that would pulverize a galaxy and blast stars to atomic shards.

He rushed into the enemy line.

The high-speed flight brought an impact that was thousands of times greater than the shells fired by a battleship's macro cannon.

The Primarch landed, his boots leaving a huge circular ripple in the crystalline surface.

A strange, special war machine made of silicon-based crystals became the first victory of Sanguinius's rush into the enemy's line.

That war machine has extremely weird abilities.

Its weapons are capable of distorting the space-time fabric of the hit area.

The misplaced space-time structure will tear apart everything that is said to be hard.

Some original cast warriors were slaughtered by it, and the dislocation of time and space tore apart the bodies of those warriors, leaving their broken limbs and flesh scattered everywhere, falling from the air to the ground like rain.

Sanguinius destroyed it when it tried to lock itself.

Spears containing the most advanced technology of the Empire pierced the vehicle with ease, tearing it apart.

The Watcher's screams echoed in the air, and Sanguinius showed no mercy.

Another watcher with a brilliant iridescent light rushed towards him.

The opponent's body surged with time flow fluctuations that could instantly corrode steel into rust.

Those original cast warriors who were too close could hardly resist the terrifying time flow, and they became too old to move in just a few seconds, and were finally killed by the watchers.

The monitor's arm was shining with the brilliance of glass, and its screams were filled with unparalleled hatred and hatred.

And Sanguinius responded in the same way, piercing the opponent's body with his spear in an instant, and cutting it in two with his sharp sword.

He was as powerful as a thunderbolt, dancing with his sword and spear, slaughtering those aliens like mowing grass.

Leaving stumps and broken arms lying around.

The aliens unleashed desperate cries and screams.

They try to kill Sanguinius and change the final battle.

But such a thing is doomed to be futile.

They are doomed.

Behind Sanguinius, tens of thousands of Primaris warriors were rushing towards the Watcher's last position like a tidal wave.

Their space-time defenses were torn apart, and the launch pad was quickly lost.

The crystal tower shining with strange brilliance flickered a few times and then went out.

The Empire's destructive attacks focused on their crystalline walls and bizarre geometric structures, destroying anything that might pose a threat.

The Watchers lost their last firepower and were reduced to meat on the chopping block.

They lost their perimeter defenses, the little forts.

Even the last line of defense was lost.

Titus struck from another direction, cutting off any escape for the enemy.

The area where those glazed creatures shining with special radiance can move is getting smaller and smaller.

Like a herd of deer being hunted.

The space-time imprisonment device completely locks the space-time structure near the battlefield.

The xenos cannot escape through their masterful teleportation skills.

What remains is the capture of building after building.

The brutal fighting broke out in the narrow corridors and spaces.

The Empire won the ultimate victory.

Advancing the vision of the Holy Emperor just as it has done in other worlds and battlegrounds.

Primaris warriors cheered as the last Watcher was slain in their grand halls, savoring victory as mellow and sweet as fine wine.

The price paid for victory was painful, and countless people of the empire were buried here.

The space-time structure near the battlefield has been completely destroyed.

The turbulent etheric ocean poured out to corrupt the entire universe.

The maintenance work is not only to repair the damaged warships of the empire, but also to repair the defective space-time cracks.

It's a long job.

Of course, to conquer a universe is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time.

High levels such as Sanguinius and Titus entered deep into the enemy's fortress after the battle.

The fighters have carried out the final cleansing on it.

Make sure all monitors are executed or captured.

The entire majestic city that exudes a strange glow is firmly under the control of the empire.

The scene in the depths of the fort made Sanguinius and Titus and other high-ranking empire leaders palpitate.

The abilities and skills of the Overseers are extremely high.

To be able to observe the destiny, the truth, that constitutes the universe.

You can also see multiple directions of the time flow, and use mysterious devices to predict the possible future development routes of a parallel universe and make interventions.

It's like a farmer sitting in a monitoring room and looking at the farmland, using various data fed back by sensors to decide when to increase light, when to sprinkle water, release pesticides, and send machines to prune overgrown seedlings.

The nature of the watcher and the farmer is the same.

The only difference is that their tools are more high-end.

Intervene in the direction of the parallel universe through fate, truth and other means.

Each race has its own pantheon.

But those pantheons will not obey the watchers.

The Watchers created new gods and endless families.

Use them to control the direction of the parallel universe.

Fate, death, Sandman, destruction, desire, despair and fanaticism.

The monitors don't need coercive means, they just need to lure or force those superheroes to act according to their plans through dreams, death, etc.

Like scripts one by one, they arrange every show that looks exciting, happy, disappointed, desperate, and sad.

Perhaps even the Endless Family and the New Gods didn't realize that they were being manipulated.

Such methods of plundering are extremely clever and covert.

Mortals hardly realize what the Watchers have taken from them.

Many superheroes stubbornly believe that they are justice and freedom, and the human empire is a lie.

But if they understand the operation of this universe enough, they will understand how sad their so-called freedom is.

As warfare evolves, so do the methods of plunder.

If the emperor hadn't forced the four gods to break the rules and end in person, the countless people of the empire would not have realized the plunder and oppression of the gods of chaos.

They never make an official appearance, but instead lure people through their spokesmen.

After blocking all the roads, they hypocritically give people the right to choose, which is their forte.

A businessman pollutes all the air by releasing toxic substances, and then pushes out his own high-priced artificial air.

The businessman would certainly claim that people have a choice and are free.

They can choose to poison him, or buy his artificial air at a high price.

If people resist too fiercely, the merchant will introduce another method. He promises that the first person to buy will enjoy a 0.1% discount, and the second person will enjoy a 0.2% discount.

The earlier the purchase, the greater the discount you will enjoy, and you can resell it to make money for the people behind you.

People will give up resisting businessmen and instead scramble for places.

Those who can make money in the front will support the merchants, and they don't care that if they resist, everyone can get 0.1% discount, or even free air use.

Over time, people got used to the oppression of the businessman, and even felt grateful to the businessman, thinking that he brought fresh air so that they could live.

If someone wants to go back to the past, see who polluted the air, and propose to bring the businessman to justice.

All the docile people became angry, accusing him of malicious intentions and wanting to catch him to the merchant to receive a reward.

If someone yelled that it was unfair, and felt that the businessman was squeezing him and wanted to stand up and resist, those people would stare at him angrily, wishing to bite him to pieces.

At that time, the businessman's sweat will be considered sweet by those fools.

They'll sniff like hell, and exclaim to the others triumphantly, "Ah, what a sweet smell."

The Supreme God is the same way, using the wall of origin to build different parallel universes, just like a piece of farmland, breeding those creatures, giving those idiots the freedom of no choice.

Through major events one after another, we can create enough nutrients to feed ourselves.

Through various means, two camps of justice and evil are created, and they are constantly fighting and fighting with each other.

Superheroes are so powerful that they can change matter, change time, change fate, travel through time and space, and reverse the future.

They can do anything but create a world where energy is cheap and health care and education are available to everyone.

Superman can wipe out those terrible demon gods and blow up the sun with one punch, but he can't wipe out the poor people in the metropolis.

Batman can put on the battle armor, kill people when he sees people, and kill gods when he sees gods, but he can't destroy the slums of Gotham.

That's the truth, the Watchers never had the idea of ​​those civilized races developing.

Because they are crops and food.

The task of food is high yield, not invention, let alone enjoyment of life.

Those people are born for pain, and the short-term happiness is for them to fall into a deeper abyss.

How can a highly developed world where people have no worries about food, drink and clothing produce high-quality emotions such as despair and pain, and how can they satisfy those hungry monsters? ?

Sanguinius looked at the crystal installations, which showed everything from the birth to the destruction of a parallel universe.

This is the future promoted by superheroes.

Freedom controlled by invisible threads.

When a parallel universe is mature enough, the Supreme God will let the Destroyer Legion harvest all life, and restart the parallel universe for a new reincarnation.

"Take all these things away." Sanguinius said to the guards: "We need to learn more about them in order to win this battle. One day, we will take that **** Supreme God from it dragged out of the realm of the world, and slaughtered like a wild dog."