Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Garviel Loken escaped from the ruins carved with chaotic patterns.

Those monsters were chasing after him.

The shrill voice echoed in his ears.

The distance between the two was so close that he could smell the stench from the monsters' mouths and noses.

Occasionally, he stops to fight.

After killing the first few monsters, he turned and fled.

Fight and run away.

The two sides competed in the boundless wasteland.

"Is there no end to this damn wasteland?"

Gaviel Loken looked at the borderless wasteland, and was a little worried that he would be chased by these damned monsters until he was exhausted, and then fell down and died just like that.

There is no dignity in such a death, let alone any contribution to one's mission.

But he won't give up.

As long as he is not dead, he will persist.

With this thought in his mind, the wasteland shattered like a mirror.

A wonderful unobstructed landscape spread before him.

The towering snow-covered mountains are covered with a cape of pine and fir trees.

The magnificent forest, green as emerald, is boundless.

Interspersed with a great cold river of foam splashing.

Shaggy herbivores roam the plains.

The warm sun bathed his face, and the soft grass under his feet made him feel extra comfortable.

He went from hell to heaven in one fell swoop.

Even those monsters have disappeared.

Gaviel Loken fell into a daze and stood where he was.

The change of scene is so sudden.

It also further shows that this is by no means the real world.

He may have been trapped in the kingdom of some terrible god and became the plaything of the other party.

Thinking of this, Garviel Loken roared angrily.

"Don't think that I will submit to you, Chaos, even if it is a thousand years, ten thousand years, or a million years, I will not submit."

No response.

Only whispers still echoed in the wind.

"return."

"return."

Like a mother calling to her child who has left home.

Garviel Loken scanned his surroundings, but there were no enemies.

He is in a paradise.

Take a deep breath and be able to smell the pure air clearly.

The coldness and sweetness injected into the lungs is like a sweet wine.

What a beauty this place is.

As long as he stayed, he could stay away from that terrible world.

Fruit trees with heavy red fruits hanging from their branches can be seen everywhere.

Continuing forward, the ground slowly lifted, forming a steep cliff.

The soothing sound of the waves heralds a beautiful beach behind the cliffs.

Garviel Loken walked over, and the scene where the water and the sky connected brought some relief to his suffering heart.

The waves kept crashing onto the beach.

again and again.

It never stops.

All traces of power boots left on the sand were stroked away.

Shells are scattered on the sand.

Garviel Loken bent down and picked up one.

He had forgotten how long it had been since he'd walked the sand like this, picking up a shell with his uncovered hand.

Only in his childhood in Corsonia did he enjoy such enjoyment.

A somewhat shameless thought popped up in his heart.

stay.

He has given his life for that war.

Fighting all my life for those poor people.

He should have a little time to himself.

live for yourself.

But this kind of thought was quickly left behind by him.

"I will never surrender." Gavier Loken said in a low voice: "I am loyal to the Empire, I am loyal to the Emperor, and I fight for humanity."

He stepped forward, resisting the tranquility that this paradise brought him.

Responsibilities never end.

Any enjoyment is a sin, and any indulgence is a betrayal of the mission.

Garviel Loken walked forward firmly.

He has no nostalgia.

There is only mission in my heart.

If Horus had taken Terra, he would avenge the Emperor, and those who died at Horus' hands.

If the Emperor wins, his allegiance will continue.

Those abominable things should never come to the human world.

Those bloody traitors should never be forgiven.

They all deserve to die.

Abaddon, Little Horus, Erebus, Karn, Lucius, Eidolon, those bastards should all die.

If they were dead, Garviel Loken would spit on those brutes' graves.

If they didn't die, Gavier Loken would find a way to kill those guys, and then spit.

"There is no peace, only duty."

Gavier Loken walked forward step by step, extremely determined, and had no idea about this paradise.

As he advances, the paradise that is not to be missed is also shattered.

A destroyed world appeared in front of Garviel Loken.

The ground was scorched black, and there were bomb craters and various potholes left by the high temperature of energy weapons everywhere.

Those magnificent buildings have collapsed, covered with bullet marks and traces left by the explosion.

Looking around, there are human corpses, they have been torn to pieces.

The golden double-headed eagle flag was broken on the battlefield, the wreckage of the vehicle was burning, and the black smoke of the new city was billowing.

Those corpses and burning vehicles were decorated with eagles and lightning bolts, as well as the most familiar imperial double-headed eagle emblem.

This is a miserable battlefield.

Garviel Loken shouted, wanting to see if there were any survivors.

Yet there are no survivors, only the dead.

The sky is also burning.

Giant battleships comparable to mountains burn in the sky.

The huge hull tilted slowly, fell to the ground, and disintegrated under the pull of the planet's gravity.

The debris hits the surface like a bolide in the atmosphere.

The air is full of radiation and corrosive chemicals.

The scorched earth is full of scorched steel and abandoned buildings stained red with blood.

Death is everywhere.

The world has been destroyed.

Only the dead.

The roar of monsters resounded in the ruins.

Occasionally, you can see buildings covered in flesh and blood, moving rhythmically as if given life.

Some of the dead are slowly being devoured.

The whole world has been polluted.

Twisted monsters lurk in dark corners.

"I will never surrender, I am loyal to the Empire, I am loyal to the Emperor, and I fight for humanity."

"There is no peace, only duty."

Garviel Loken roared angrily.

Even if the human race is destroyed, even if the empire is overthrown.

Even if everything is irreversible.

He will never compromise, let alone give in.

He will be the enemy of Chaos forever.

Until I can no longer fight and no longer exist in this world.

Garviel Loken strode forward firmly.

Holding the sharp sword tightly in his hand, his eyes are firm.

He walked through the ruins covered with twisted flesh, the flames in his heart burning brightly.

Even if the world is destroyed, he is the only human left.

He will continue to fight.

No matter what happens, there is only fighting.

The monsters screamed, angry at the unyielding soul.

In this dark universe, only Chaos is eternal.

All life should succumb to Chaos, mad in disordered chaos, until the end of time.

They rushed out of the rubble.

Those monsters have weird limbs and uncoordinated senses.

A monster with a giant battle ax rushed to the front.

Its eyes are scarlet, containing tyranny and cruelty.

The legs covered with carapace are extremely strong.

The skinless arms could clearly see the scarlet muscles.

Dark red plate armor covered with bony spurs covered half of its body, and the chains used to fix the plate armor could be seen on the exposed skin.

A red horned helmet hid its face.

There are no observation holes for the eyes on the helmet visor, but a huge, brutal skull totem instead.

His skin was covered with scars and skull-shaped tattoos, and he held a huge execution ax in his hand.

Garviel Loken let out an angry roar.

He rushed to the demon tide alone.

"Do you think I'm going to give in? Just dream."

The sharp sword in his hand collided with the giant ax of the monster, and sparks flew everywhere.

The huge impact set off a wave of air, which slowly spread in the air.

The monster roared, its figure blurred by the mask.

The battle between the two sides became more and more intense.

The sword blade and the tomahawk collided hundreds of times in just a few seconds, and every time they collided, there would be a sound of gold and iron striking each other.

Gavel Loken found an opportunity.

He pierced the monster's heart with the sword in his hand.

The monster wailed in pain and trembled as if electrified.

The blade pierced out of its chest, and blood spattered everywhere.

The monster swung the giant axe, still thinking about using the giant ax in his hand to chop off Gavier Loken's head at the last moment.

He lowered his head to avoid the monster's attack, rolled away from the falling giant axe, and slashed at the opponent's leg from behind.

The sharp blade cut off the opponent's right leg cleanly, making it unable to support its huge body, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The monster roared.

Garviel Loken swung his sword and chopped off the opponent's head, and trampled it to pieces.

More monsters rushed out of the ruins.

They are all different.

Some were stooped, skinny, with tattered bat wings on their shoulders.

Some had ferocious faces, and their mouths full of fangs seemed to devour everything.

There are also some crawling with slender limbs made of metal, with claws like butcher hooks at the end of the limbs.

Garviel Loken looked at their blood-red eyes and gleaming claws.

They rushed forward one after another, and the air current they brought up was hunting in the air. ,

Gaviel Loken swung his long sword and continued to fight while roaring.

Everywhere you look is full of demons.

Twisted limbs, trembling limbs, flapping wings, wide open mouth.

Sharp fangs and sharp claws huddled together.

Demons are endless.

Garviel Loken had no fear, he only felt the burning anger and fighting spirit in his heart.

As long as there is one breath left, he will fight to the last moment.

Slash, punch, pierce, parry.

He crushed the demon's limbs with his feet, crushed the demon's teeth with the hilt of his sword, and cut off the demon's claws with the blade.

Waves of demons pounded his defenses like waves.

After a while, a large number of twisted demon limbs were scattered on the ground.

Claws scratched at his armor, tore the skin on his cheek.

The demon came in menacingly, trying to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

"Even if you die, you will never compromise." Gavier Loken roared angrily.

The terrain behind it rose sharply, and a staircase made of black stone appeared unexpectedly.

Leading to the magnificent giant city built on the high mountain.

Countless sacred songs came from that magnificent giant city.

Like hundreds of millions of pious saints singing.

The sounds of war drums and horns are mixed in it, as if millions of soldiers are beating at the same time, conveying the unyielding fighting spirit to the enemy.

Garviel Loken took a step back, stepping onto the steps made of solid black rock.

The steps go up all the way to the magnificent city.

Garviel Loken waved his long sword, killing those monsters that were chasing too close, while retreating towards the giant city on the high mountain.

As he fled to the mountains, he slashed and killed the demons.

And the demons screamed and tried to prevent him from entering the great city.

Time is meaningless in this moment.

The mountains never end, and the magnificent holy city is always at a distance that seems to be close, but can't be reached no matter what.

Garviel Loken turned a blind eye to it, and devoted all his mind to the battle.

Those memories kept coming back, too.

That desperate rebellion, that war that cost everything.

Horus, my genetic father, you never deserve to be forgiven.

Gavill Loken's eyes were filled with painful tears.

Everything in the past tormented him.

Things that are beautiful and ruined.

Garviel Loken will never forget the scene when he first met Horus.

Standing beside the Emperor, his handsome, resolute face was illuminated by divine radiance, and there was infinite wisdom in his eyes.

He looked at the Emperor with infinite devotion, and the love and trust of a child for his father.

What a wonderful time it was.

Together they fought to bring the Emperor's Redemption to those lost worlds of Man.

The Great Crusade, the great cause of mankind that has never happened in the entire galaxy.

That's how it ended.

"I remember your name, Garviel Loken, your performance is outstanding."

"The tenth company is in your hands."

"One day, we will end this war. At that time, we will return to Corsonia and enjoy the beautiful world we created. You will die amidst the crying of countless people."

"Rejoin the Sons of Horus."

"You have other options."

The words Horus once said kept reappearing in his heart.

The old trust turned into the pain of betrayal.

Brothers hold swords, father and son are enemies.

All are but ashes.

All are but ashes.

Garviel Loken let out a desperate roar.

His body burst into light.

The never-ending ladder has come to an end.

The glorious majestic city burst into bursts of dazzling light.

The light mixed with gold, blue and green converged into a beam of light, piercing the tumbling sky and ocean.

Rays of light burst forth.

The demon chasing Garviel Loken roared in pain, shattered like a whirling cloud.

A terrifying flame swept over and burned them to white ashes.

The gushing energy stirred up the vast and strange world, knocking all the remains of the demons into the air, and driving them out forever.

"return."

"return."

"return."

The voice lingering in his ears became more and more intense, as if many people were calling for him.

Garviel Loken looked at the magnificent city.

The walls protecting it stretched to the far end of the horizon.

On the ancient and heavy walls, there are engraved double-headed eagle emblems.

He goes to the city.

The brilliance of killing demons did not hurt him, but healed his wounds.

In front of Garviel Loken, a majestic gate suddenly appeared on the tall and majestic city wall.

As if it was specially prepared for him.

Guards in golden armor stood in front of the gate with smiles on their faces.

Pay tribute to Garviel Loken who has gone through a difficult journey.

The city was shrouded in brilliance, beautiful and magnificent.

The marble with distinct textures constitutes buildings full of artistic atmosphere.

Gothic, Baroque, Romanesque, Oriental Classical.

Walls, temples, colonnades, arch bridges.

All architectural styles that have appeared in human history can be seen in this giant city.

They are distributed in the city in perfect harmony.

In the center of that giant city is a magnificent palace.

A giant of dazzling light sits on a giant throne. -

The voice next to Gavier Loken's ear kept echoing.

Let him know that his final destination is there.

[Target: Gavier Loken, a loyal member of the Luna Wolf, has completed 95.2% of the trial, and the recovery progress has reached 98%. 】

[The integrity of the soul is 93%, and 80% of the memory has been obtained. 】

[This target already complies with the resurrection procedure. 】

[Is it resurrected? 】

A piece of information jumped out and appeared in front of a technology sage.

After the other party saved their relevant information for filing, they picked up the data pad and walked to the other side.

In a huge hall, the Holy Emperor was wearing a set of complex protective equipment, instructing other technicians to adjust the biological machines, preparing to clone the bodies of those heroic spirits.

The Emperor took all the souls of the dead back to his kingdom, as if swallowing them whole.

These souls have been fused together over the long years, providing the Emperor with enormous power, and also becoming the soil for the birth of the God-Emperor.

In order to revive those ancient heroic spirits, they must be separated first.

The sacred objects collected by the Forbidden Army and the Silent Sister before played a role, using it as an anchor, allowing the other party to recall the past and complete the soul.

Then it is honed to make it strong enough to face those hateful enemies.

The last thing is to give the body, let it return to the real universe, or become a member of the Heroic Legion.

The whole process is comparable to blacksmithing. Iron ore needs to be smelted, iron collected, and then forged and quenched to make it a terrifying sharp weapon.

Guilliman glanced at the tech sage's report, and then stamped his biological seal, indicating that he could enter the resurrection procedure.

Now that the expedition of the heavens has been launched, it is time to employ people, and if you can pull one, pull one first.

The tech sage retrieves the stamped data pad.

Hand it over to a flying servo skull.

Let the servo skull pass the authorization command to the corresponding department for the next step of work, and enter it into the work report.

I owed two chapters yesterday.

Four chapters every day is still too reluctant, let's start with three chapters.

Three chapters are the base, and two chapters were owed yesterday, so the progress is 1/5.