Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The Holy Emperor's praise caught the Imperial Chancellor, Tyra LeBlanc, a little off guard.

He saluted in fear, expressing that he would never disappoint Guilliman's expectations.

Even after walking out of the Holy Emperor's study, he still hasn't calmed down for a long time.

My heart was filled with fear and apprehension.

There is a divine magic in the words of the Holy Emperor.

Stirring the heart of the Imperial Prime Minister - Tyra LeBlanc.

Let him have an urge to give everything just to get His approval and approval.

Reich Chancellor - Tyra LeBlanc's performance is nothing.

In the empire, being praised by the holy emperor is enough to make many people so excited that they want to take their own lives.

Among them, there are many human elites with high positions and great wealth.

No one will deny that the Holy Emperor is the greatest monarch ever born in human history.

Counting from the beginning of human civilization, to the time when human beings go deep into space and beyond the universe.

No one can match his achievements.

Even the creator of the empire, the great emperor who has left, cannot achieve the current achievements of the holy emperor.

The Emperor's deeds are indelible.

Destined to be recorded in the history books of the empire.

The emperor established the embryonic form of the empire and took the first step in the great cause of mankind.

But without the Holy Emperor, the great cause of mankind will eventually collapse.

Will be buried by those hateful evil gods.

Ushered in a tragic calamity beyond description.

The deeper the confrontation between the empire and the gods, the more people will understand how terrible the gods are.

In the vast universe of the heavens, human beings are so insignificant.

The Holy Emperor led mankind out of this crisis-ridden universe of the heavens.

Fight against the gods and sweep the heavens.

Pushing human civilization to the peak of glory again and again.

In the past, people always felt that the empire's expulsion of Abaddon had reached its peak.

Many scholars are afraid that the empire will enter the historical cycle of prosperity and decline.

Who would have thought that under the wise guidance of the Holy Emperor, the empire would prosper and become more and more resplendent.

Regardless of opposition to research subspace, learn alien technology, use lighthouses and various anti-subspace weapons to find a sharp weapon against subspace.

A large amount of resources were used to build inter-universe roads that were unprofitable at the time.

Promote human literacy and imperial assistance systems throughout the empire.

Strive to make education accessible to everyone in the empire.

The system has been reformed many times to screen out those talents from the sea of ​​people to the greatest extent.

At the beginning, many of these measures were not favored by people, and they even felt that they would push mankind to destruction.

Back then, when the hereditary nobility was said to be abolished and power was centralized in Terra, the Holy Emperor was even scolded as a traitor by those conservatives.

The time recorded in the history books was too bitter.

The Holy Emperor, awakened in Macragge, was only a Primarch.

At that time, the galaxy was already fragmented, and even the astronomical torch that humans relied on was dimmed, and the light of the astronomical torch could not even be seen on the other side of the Great Rift.

It is really precarious, and it is only one step away from the final destruction.

All knowledgeable people are almost desperate, thinking that the human empire will surely perish in the hands of Chaos.

The Holy Emperor faced such a mess at the time.

Apart from the aliens and minions of chaos, there are also those traitorous original bodies.

At that time, the Holy Emperor was still embarrassed by the conservatives and the powerful interests who wanted to protect their own interests.

It can be said that there are turbulent foreign enemies and endless internal troubles.

If you are not careful, the empire will fall apart and come to an end.

The Holy Emperor turned the tide, fought all the way from Macragge, reorganized the order of the empire, suppressed the state religion, and suppressed the High Lord Council of Terra.

Not only did it bring back the fragmented empire at that time, but it also pushed the empire onto a glorious path.

Now the Milky Way is in the hands of the Empire.

Even the local galaxy group has almost become the back garden of the empire, and the number of human beings is even more inexhaustible.

The development of this civilization has been pushed to an extremely brilliant state.

Many people subconsciously feel that the Holy Emperor saved mankind and the empire, but he has also become the supreme emperor, which is considered a reward.

Tyra LeBlanc, who came to the position of Prime Minister of the Empire, would not have that kind of thought. .

He already felt out of breath for the position of Prime Minister alone.

Traditional hedonistic activities have basically been cut off.

Tyra LeBlanc has already forgotten what it was like to have sex with a girl last time.

There are too many government affairs, too many to imagine.

The interests of various star fields, forces, schools, and organizations are balanced.

There are also military deployments.

Every year's conscription, the production progress of Mechanics, etc.

There are so many things that I can't finish them, I can't finish them.

Even with a large number of administrators, running an empire is extremely painful.

The imperial prime ministers of all dynasties have been exhausted by massive government affairs.

After climbing to the top, Tyra LeBron deeply realized the hardships involved.

Wielding such power is no longer a blessing, but a terrible burden.

The joy of being an official and enjoying the blessings that was touted in ancient times has completely disappeared.

Every day you open your eyes is data, which is government affairs.

The position of Emperor of the Empire is no longer a good position for pleasure.

There are only endless responsibilities.

In Terra's officialdom, the higher one climbed, the more worship and fanaticism towards the Holy Emperor.

Such a great cause, if replaced by them, would only send one more head to the enemy.

Throughout the ages, any ruler who has achieved one of the holy emperors is enough to pass down through the ages and become a generation of Mingjun praised by the world.

However, for the Holy Emperor, such an achievement is only a trivial matter.

The human army fought east and west, and the achievements they achieved were all brilliant and unimaginable.

However, what the Holy Emperor said still shocked Tyra LeBlanc.

Soon, there will be a messenger from universe 04.

He will return to the Empire with news that will shock and excite countless people.

A universe, even a universe that has shrunk on a large scale, is still a complete universe.

Now, it belongs to the Empire.

Human beings came out of the earth, and after a long time, they established the first star empire.

Would the ancestors at that time have imagined that one day, human beings would go to the heavens and the universe to create immortal legends belonging to this race.

The empire's ruling territory will no longer be based on planets, but in the universe.

The authority of the Holy Emperor will surpass the gods.

As long as he has a command or will, he can make the universe tremble.

Tyra LeBlanc walked out quickly.

He has to do this thing beautifully, so that the people of the empire can see his ability.

Also let the Holy Emperor know that he will never disappoint the other party's expectations.

Guilliman kept watching the back of the Imperial Chancellor walking out.

until the door is closed again.

Universe 04 has been conquered, and the database of the fifth stage has been obtained.

The empire will usher in a more ferocious upgrade.

The original casting technology in the fifth stage should be promoted as soon as possible.

Just absorb all the database knowledge in the fifth stage.

The empire's offensive against the heavens is no longer what it used to be.

It's a real war of annihilation.

Anyone who dares to stop the empire will be smashed to pieces.

It won't take as long as it is now.

It's time for some people to leave this universe, too.

Guilliman mused.

At present, Lion-Lion's battles against the Eye of Terror, the Great Rift and other areas have basically come to an end.

Even if there is a war, it is a small fight.

It's time for Ryan to go to other universes.

The hunter's claws have been sharpened, and they should be hunted in the cruel universe of the heavens.

Little Fulgrim, and the Dark Angels, should all be relocated.

Guilliman considered his next plan.

The lion is going on an expedition.

The empire will continue to expand its base with the help of the Primarchs.

Guilliman paced back and forth, and after a few laps.

Other officials and sages of the Mechanicum were summoned.

He even took the time to send a message to the great sage-Belisariu Kaur, asking about the progress of several projects, and at the same time asked the other party to send someone to take charge of the fifth stage of the original casting upgrade project.

There is also a comprehensive upgrade of the empire system, as well as management agencies such as traversers.

After dealing with all this, Guilliman had to bury his head and continue to deal with other things.

The affairs of the empire are endless.

A short break is already a rare happiness.

A large number of data screens resurfaced, and the reflected light shone on Guilliman's face.

Let him immerse himself in the ocean of data again.

With the help of these data, he can control the direction of the ship of the empire, discover some minor problems contained in it, and send people to fix it.

reached its present position.

It was no longer possible for Guilliman to fight in person like before.

Unless those all-knowing and all-powerful beings appear, it is possible for him to leave the solar system and fight against those guys.

Of course, Guilliman had a hunch that he would never wait long.

The expansion of the empire will definitely affect the interests of those guys.

There must be a war between the two sides.

I have to seize this time to improve the empire's various measures.

At that time, you will be able to concentrate on dealing with those all-knowing and omnipotent beings.

Destruction enveloped the plateau.

The last pure land will be breached.

Countless heroes are roaring, fighting for the final fight all over the plateau.

I want to spill my blood before the final moment, and I want to fight until the last moment.

Let these damned invaders know their arrogance and integrity.

However, fate has been sealed.

Destruction will eventually consume everything, including themselves.

Wave after wave of imperial troops landed on the plateau by means of teleportation, airdrops, and transport spaceships.

The Titan opened the way, and the steel monsters with a height of hundreds of meters continued to bombard, and the mountains and rivers collapsed wherever they passed.

The phalanx of knight mechs and heavy vehicles rumbled past, pressing out roads among the ruins along the way.

At this time, there is no place on the plateau that is not infected by the flames of war.

There were fighting and crying everywhere.

Nine guardians stood in the center of the palace, looking at the torn sky.

Countless souls screamed in the spirit realm.

Death, despair, unwillingness, and pain turned into torrents, setting off terrifying storms in the spiritual realm.

The plateau of hope and future is dead.

It used to have countless magical medicines and fairy objects, as well as caves and secret realms left by countless sages and immortal emperors.

Today, it's a blood-soaked hell.

Those palaces and caves that carried immortal emperors, Taoist ancestors, ancient sages, Taoist fruits and sentiments were burned to the ground.

All sacred things, all ancient inheritances were completely destroyed.

The plateau, which was comparable to a great world, was reduced to ruins.

Terrible fissures tore mountains and rivers apart.

Even those runes containing Dao rhyme became dim, and were even torn to pieces.

Avenues have been attacked like never before.

The Nine Guardians watched as the plateau burned amidst the brutal battles waged by the invaders.

Watching the shattering of the avenue, watching the sun, moon and stars explode into pieces, watching the complete destruction of mountains, rivers and rivers.

Above the palace where they are located, there are many warships, all of which have propped up their protective shields.

Those protective shields are so weird that they can weaken their earth-shattering treasures.

When attacking those protective shields, they will feel powerless.

It was as if a terrifying ocean wave propped up a 100-meter-high wave, but it ended up hitting a rock.

It looks full of momentum, but its lethality is very limited.

Suddenly, the metal ships with hundreds of beams of light rushed out and landed around the vast palace.

"They came to kill us," whispered one of the guardians.

"How arrogant."

Another guardian said coldly.

"Then let them come, even if you can't win, let them suffer."

The nine guardians looked at each other, and they could all see the firmness in each other's eyes.

The country is broken, the sun and the moon are overturned, and they should also do their part.

The sound of shouting and killing can be heard endlessly.

There were dead people and crying everywhere.

The surviving creatures were forced to retreat.

until there is no going back.

The Empire has shown no mercy, slaughtering its way through.

Regardless of men, women, old or young, no one is spared.

It can be said that corpses are scattered all over the field, and blood flows like rivers.

Compared with the mournful roar of many alien races, the officials of the empire are already celebrating the victory of the empire.

As long as a period of time passes, the power of the magic device will gradually increase.

Let the power of the plateau be suppressed.

Let Chaofan be truly dead, and let the myth die completely.

At that time, none of the aliens still hiding in the plateau will survive.

On the assembly deck of the Glory of Macragge.

Several veterans looked helplessly at Calga, who was wearing armor accessories.

"Commander, I really don't recommend you to take risks. Victory is already in our pocket. It is taboo for a commander to go into battle."

"Those alien heads will be cut off by me."

Facing the dissuasion of his subordinates, Calgar said without a doubt.

"For this cause, we have shed too much blood. Many mortals set off from their hometowns, but failed to go back to see their parents, and could not return to their homeland, but their souls returned to the throne. I will cut down Those alien heads, proclaim victory to all Imperial soldiers, proclaim their honor and achievement."

Several veterans looked at each other, and finally bowed their heads in salute.

Calgar's will cannot be violated.

Because he represents the Holy Emperor.

"Praise the Holy Emperor, the power armor is working perfectly."

Binary chanting sounded.

After saluting the servants and priests who were performing the final inspection of the armor, they retreated.

Calgar moved his limbs, and the servo motors, nano-robots, space projection and other modules made slight sounds, mixing together like an ethereal death movement.

The suit of armor he was wearing was made using the most advanced technology of the empire.

After confirming that there was no problem, he turned his head and looked at the many soldiers who were ready and pasted the oath stickers.

"Now, warriors, it's time to unleash destruction on the enemy's head." Calgar raised his iron fist and roared.

"Fight for the Holy Emperor."

"Fight for the Holy Emperor."

Many Primordial Warriors roared.

The converging shouts were enough to drown the battlefield.

Calgar's personal guard formed a circle with shields and powered battle axes, ready to teleport directly to the most dangerous place of battle.

Teleportation light flooded the deck.

Time and space are distorted.

After a flash, they appeared in the mottled, ancient palace.

The palace is very old, and I don't know how many years it has stood.

Unfortunately, there is nothing eternal in the universe.

No matter how long it stands, it will usher in its own end.

Thousands of aliens stood there.

They were shrouded in light.

There are strange noises around.

There are also various terrifying visions formed by ether.

Each of them has terrifying and disgusting mutations.

They have completely departed from the original form of their race.

The very nature of the Warp has long been tainted.

The deeper you delve into it, the more horribly twisted it becomes.

Howls erupted at their sudden appearance.

"Crush them," Calgar growled.

The Primaris warriors raised their weapons and unleashed the first volley.

In an instant, the alien array continued to howl, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

A series of terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations also erupted.

The aliens who escaped the first salvo rushed forward with weapons in hand.

A Primordial warrior was pierced on the spot, and the long sword shining with strong spiritual energy could not be suppressed even by the anti-subspace force field of the armor.

These xenomorphs have been known to be the last stand.

Without any reservations, they poured all their power into their weapons, trying to break the defenses of Primaris warriors and tear their armor.

The fighting between the two sides was so brutal, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and wreckage was everywhere.

Calgar joined the fight in a roar.

Huge fists waved.

The blue arc covered on the gloves easily tore apart the bodies of those aliens.

Their fairy swords and tripods were shattered by Calgar's iron fist.

Fragments of magic weapons and their remains fell to the ground one after another.

A creature shrouded in light and with a strange halo behind it charged towards Calga.

Weird whispers echoed around the creature.

When walking, various illusions will frequently appear in the void.

According to the indigenous aliens, this is the resonance between the practitioner himself and the Dao.

Calgar felt a little disgusted.

This is clearly a sign of being polluted by the warp.

The higher the level of practitioners, the more terrifying the signs of pollution.

The alien rushed over head-on.

Calgar swung his iron fist, blocking the long sword swung by the opponent.

The shield blocks the so-called sword energy and transfers the huge impact to the subspace.

With one punch, half of the opponent's face was smashed into pieces.

Then he punched the opponent's body with a hammer, blowing him apart alive.

Calgar and others rushed in all the way.

I don't know how many aliens fell down along the way.

They were all once extremely powerful.

Now he was ruthlessly killed.

Under the suppression of the doomsday device, these strong aliens are like fish trapped in a puddle in a dry ocean.

The empire dried up the extraordinary ocean, and these extraordinary people could only hide in the puddles, and could no longer exert their former power.

The team went all the way, and finally in the innermost and widest hall, Calgar saw the biggest goal of the trip.

The air of that great hall is suspended with endless runes.

In the center of the hall is an altar, mottled and ancient.

There was a strange light in the middle of the altar, and there were whispers.

The altar seems to be connected to another terrifying time and space, presenting a strange spiral device, which is slowly rotating.

Every spin overflows with pure divine power.

It seems that the altar is some kind of transformation mechanism.

The Celestial Realm is the core of all realms.

The altar of Lenovo is the core of the core.

Warp space has been polluted, this is the consensus of the empire.

The more you use it, the easier it is to be targeted by the inanimate, and the easier it is to mutate.

Just like the Thousand Sons Legion that hadn't rebelled back then.

They were originally intended to supplement the extraordinary power of the Empire.

However, psionics made them and poisoned them.

Members of the Thousand Sons frequently grow various twisted limbs.

That is what happens when you abuse the power of the Warp.

This civilization is all cultivating extraordinary power.

Without the help of the heavenly world, this kind of national practice will only give birth to a group of monsters who have lost themselves.

Nine aliens shrouded in strange brilliance sit cross-legged on their respective thrones.

The only thing that can see is a pair of eyes.

Their bodies are very tall, even taller than the original cast warriors.

The nine creatures stared at Calgar who walked in.

"Human Race." A guardian said in a low voice, "I didn't expect it to be a success. Has the war of civilizations come to fruition? Has Chaofan really fallen?"

Every word of the guardian caused the roar of the avenue. If there are practitioners standing here, just listening to its words, they will be able to understand the Tao and embark on an invincible road.

"Shameful alien." Calgar didn't hear the roar of the avenue, but felt that the voice was very strange.

"An ignorant short-lived creature." Another guardian's tone was full of disdain.

Even if it was about to face failure, it did not hinder its arrogance.

"It's finally time to end." Calga said in a cold tone, and through the translator, he could understand what the other party said. "All die, in the name of the Holy Emperor."

Calgar raised his gauntlet, and the twin bolters mounted under the gauntlet roared.

The fired bombs were blocked by the mask summoned by the nine guardians waving their hands.

"That's it!!" One of the guardians was very disdainful of such an attack. It was simply a dream to kill them, these immortal beings, by means of this method.

Before he finished speaking, the explosive bomb that exploded caused the guardian to suffer a big loss.

Bombs are no longer simple high-explosive gunpowder, but anti-subspace bombs specially used to target extraordinary creatures.

Once it explodes it is released, splashing out.

Capable of piercing psionic shields with ease, destroying the immortality of supernatural beings.

After the explosion, several Guardians screamed.

Black blood flowed from their twisted bodies.

Calgar then charged at one of the Guardians.

The huge iron fist continued to hit the opponent's weird body.

Several of his personal guards rushed up after roaring.

The two sides fought fiercely.

It is meaningless to cast treasure spells remotely or bombard with firepower.

At such a short distance, melee combat is the most effective.

It is difficult for long-range attacks to cause harm to each other who are on guard.

The nine guardians fought with all their strength in close combat.

Slimy tentacles flapped in the air.

The battle quickly heated up.

However, the guards that Calgar brought over were no match for those Guardians.

Several soldiers were caught up, and with a sudden force, their battle armor and bones were crushed.

You must know that their battle armor has a hardness comparable to that of neutron star materials, but now it is easily twisted into a twist.

With two Guardians killed, Calgar was left alone.

All the other battle-brothers fell.

Grinded and pierced by those alien tentacles and weird limbs.

Calgar was fearless.

He swung his iron fist and poured catastrophic power onto the opponent's skull.

One guardian's head was instantly shattered.

The distorted body was also carried by the huge impact and flew upside down, burning in the air.

One of the seven guardians was killed again.

"Even if you lose, you have to take him with you." A guardian said coldly.

"Dream!" Calga grabbed another Guardian with his backhand, lifted him up, and slammed him onto his lap.

It broke the spine abruptly.

Then he punched the opponent in the head.

Calgar's life was either fighting or on the way to it.

He had lived far fewer than a fraction of those Guardians.

But his melee fighting skills are much stronger than these so-called guardians.

In most battles, he needs to fight at close quarters.

Unlike these guardians, who claimed to be killed from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

But they rely too much on psychic power rather than physical combat.

As far as melee combat is concerned, it can be said that he has poor experience.

For the remaining six guardians, after a while of fighting, Calga's jaw was smashed and one eye was blown off, and only three were left in the end.

Calgar was bleeding profusely, but he became more and more courageous as he fought, completely fighting with his life.

Another one of the three guardians was quickly beaten to death by him, and it seemed that he was short of the final blow.

Calgar felt a pain in his back, and a burning pain came from him.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, a guardian pierced a mottled and rusty iron sword into his body.

"This is a sword left by an ancient sage. It is said that it has the power to kill the Supreme." The guardian said in a cold tone: "This sword has been preserved for countless years, and it is extremely fierce."

Calgar let out a roar, and punched the opponent on the head, breaking his bones and tendons, and flying him upside down.

"Take advantage of his illness and kill him." Another guardian roared, and once again took out a weapon left by an ancient sage, trying to kill the leader of the intruder completely.

"WAAAAAAAGH!!" A deafening roar sounded.

The palace was knocked down.

The gigantic orc emperor-Uver broke in from another direction with his men.

The guardian flew upside down under the huge impact.

Under the influence of the doomsday device, its power is no longer as terrifying as before, and it can't even withstand the barbaric collision of the orc emperor.

The remaining three guardians were quickly killed, and one was captured.

Calgar pulled out the rusty sword that had been pierced into his body, and used the self-healing function of the Empire Heart to restore the wound.

He beheaded one of the Guardians, proclaiming victory to the expedition.

After a long campaign, they dedicated the first universe to the Holy Emperor.

However, just out of the public eye.

Calgar fell.

The wound made by the sword cracked open again, and the heart of the empire could not heal again.

Calgar was rushed to the operating room.

"His vital signs are still declining."

"Block the news."

"The Heart of the Empire is maintaining his life, but the situation is not good."

The clean and sterile medical room is like a shiny desert.

Steel cabinets line the tiled walls.

The lights glowed inside.

Cold and soulless glass rooms criss-cross with laboratories.

The medical staff hurried to and fro, looking anxious.

Several well-known medical sages and genetic sages are directing medical personnel to treat the giant on his hospital bed.

A group of high-ranking expeditionary generals stood outside the hardened glass-separated medical room, all with worried expressions on their faces.

As the expedition commander of Universe 04, Calgar was lying in a spotless operating room right now.

The whole body is covered with dense cobweb-like conduits and cables.

Several shiny metal tubes that cannot be embraced by one person are placed around the operating table.

The piston reciprocated back and forth, and the machine buzzed, injecting various liquids and blood mercury into the catheter and entering Calgar's body.

"Father!!"

Calga, who was lying on the operating table, was in a daze, muttering to himself.

Blood gushed out from the unstoppable wound, staining the white operating table red in just a few seconds.

also flowed to the ground.

Such a horrible amount of blood loss.

If it weren't for the maintenance of the heart of the empire, I'm afraid that Calgar would be killed immediately.

He could clearly feel the last venomous blow of the aliens ravaging the body that contained his immortal power.

Calgar felt death up close as never before.

It is coming and wants to take itself away.

No! !

Calgar roared in his heart.

He has not fulfilled his duties, how could he fall down here! !

Fear rose in Calgar's heart.

He is not afraid of death, nor of eternal death.

But he was afraid of the disappointment and pain of the gene father.

He had made an oath that when his duties were not fulfilled, he would never abandon his duties and leave.

"Can't die!!"

Calgar wanted to use that daunting willpower to make his body respond to the Imperial Heart's repair program again.

However, this is just a meaningless thing.

His organs are failing.

The urgent siren of the Heart of the Empire kept ringing in his ears.

Everything in front of me began to become confusing.

"Quick, pressurize, and inject the repairing nano liquid."

A medical sage shouted.

The news of the victory of the expedition fleet came a little faster than Guilliman.

The news that universe 04 was conquered was a storm.

As Guilliman had predicted, there was a huge repercussion within the empire.

Countless cheers resounded in Terra, the solar system, and even the entire human race, and even every human colony.

Humanity successfully conquered the first universe.

Such a feat is as important to man as the discovery of fire for the first time.

Countless people rushed to tell each other, and some even wept with joy, rejoicing for the great victory of the empire.

However, people only know that universe 04 was conquered.

However, the news received by the high-ranking officials of Terra has a layer of gloom.

The Commander of the Expeditionary Force of Universe 04, Calgary was wounded in the final battle.

Medical sages failed to treat him, and could barely save his life.

At present, the people of Calgar have been put into the stasis coffin, and are being urgently sent back to the local universe, and sent back to Terra.

To say that the only one in the empire who can save this great hero is the supreme, holy and bright holy emperor.