Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Sigismund and Lane are overjoyed by the presence of Acamus.

Is there anything more exciting in this world than the reunion after ten thousand years! !

The Imperial Fist Legion reunited on Terra again.

This alone is enough to make them feel excited.

The Horus Rebellion ended, and many warriors including Acamus were killed.

The Imperial Fist suffered heavy losses, the Dalian team was crippled, and the entire company's establishment was gone.

Those who survived had no choice but to silently lick their wounds and accumulate hatred.

It was a tough fight.

All of Terra fell, and demons attacked the Sanctuary.

All regions of the planet were destroyed, and countless people died.

The ashes of battle on Terra would have drowned the Primarch's knees.

As far as the eye can see, there are all fragmented corpses.

Imagine how sad that is.

How exciting it is to be able to meet again now, for those returnees who have witnessed the death of comrades-in-arms and the shattered ideals of the past.

Lane's story could not be told.

The three talked about what happened after the Horus Rebellion.

Sigismund broke away from the Fist of the Empire, established the Black Templar, and launched the Eternal Crusade.

Lann became the leader of the Executioners Chapter, venting his anger on the enemies of mankind with madness.

The Battle of Terra destroyed too many things, and many people were changed by it, and they could never go back to the past.

Then, the topic of the three shifted to the current empire.

There was no lack of surprise and shock in their words.

The road across the universe, the expedition of different universes, the human fleet beyond the galaxy, and the war against the gods.

Each item brings endless reverie.

Such news sounds too shocking, giving them the illusion of returning to the Great Crusade.

Of course, the Empire is far greater today than it was at the time of the Great Crusade.

After all, the emperor didn't take them through the galaxy, let alone point his sword at another world.

Human beings have reversed the previous passive situation and become the offensive side.

Humanity's notoriety spreads in the warp and in the universe of the heavens.

Humans have a worse reputation among demons than the gods who desire to enslave them! !

The human minds of today are also very different from the human minds of their time.

At the beginning, they faced the gods, terrified and apprehensive. Many people were desperate for the future, and some historical recorders even committed suicide because they were unwilling to face such a dark future.

Today's humans, gods? Alien? Labor and capital are fighting gods and aliens.

Coming up is the extermination order, talking about purification and purity.

The three chatted enthusiastically using the only information they had.

Talking about it until the evening, imagining how far the empire has reached today.

They leaned on the guardrail, and when they talked about getting up, they would stretch out their hands and gesture.

The sound of birdsong and children playing, and the sounds of men and women who came out after dinner came from the botanical gardens in the distance.

There is a special sense of peace in these sounds mixed together.

The three of them could not feel the tragedy caused by the war.

This may be the world that the Emperor once wanted to build. If there was no betrayal of Horus, perhaps they could have enjoyed such a scene 10,000 years ago.

As night fell, the air was icy cold.

The roar of the machinery in the distance also subsided, providing a quiet environment for those who were about to fall asleep.

The conversation between the three of them gradually became quieter.

They are more looking at the city shrouded in night.

The lights of buildings and the lights of street lamps illuminate this magnificent city so that even at night it does not fall into total darkness.

Sigismund knew they didn't belong here.

Their future is a battlefield full of flames of war, a place of fighting and fighting with endless anger.

The purpose of the Holy Emperor calling them back is to let them go to die again.

The three of them had no complaints about such a fate.

Nothing in this universe is absolutely fair.

Someone always has to sacrifice in order to get something.

They are proud of the mission they are about to fulfill.

Even if such a mission would cost them their lives again, they would not have the slightest regret.

"I can't wait to take up my weapon and return to the battlefield." Lann said, "If it was later, I'm afraid those traitors would all be gone. Do you know!! It's right there."

Lan pointed to the astronomical torch that sank into the warp, "That light was fueled by traitors. Magnus, Lorgar, Abaddon and others were all caught there, and they are suffering to pay for their past sins. .Many traitors were killed or captured, and soon they would be cleaned up like garbage."

"If that's the case, we should really hurry up," Acamus said.

"Abadon?" Sigismund frowned. At the beginning, he chased and killed this bastard all the way, and blocked the gate of Cadia just to kill him with his own hands.

Unfortunately, even Space Marines age with time.

Sigismund's health was already in decline.

He wasn't Abaddon's opponent at all, so one could imagine the result. Although he severely injured the opponent, he was still a bit short, and was killed by the opponent.

"What's wrong?" Lane asked, looking at Sigismund.

"I have a bit of an old score with this guy," Sigismund said.

"There are too many people who want to settle old scores with him, and the scheduled duel will be three months away." Lan shrugged: "Not only are we back, but many loyalists from the Great Crusade have returned, and they followed suit. Loken of the Luna Wolves challenged traitors to duels. These are almost the order of the day on Terra."

"Speaking of Abaddon, that guy is miserable now. He is pulled out every once in a while, beaten up like a clown, and then sent back. Some people have even started planning to suppress the Primarch. Challenge the Traitor Primarchs."

Lane's words surprised Sigismund a little.

Tera actually has this kind of program.

"Can anyone challenge a traitor?" Sigismund asked.

"I heard that there must be a certain amount of meritorious service or returning heroic warriors." Lan touched his chin and said in a deep voice: "And the ending is doomed, because the fighters who challenge are all strengthened, like ours. Those who have been strengthened by Tier 4 as soon as they return can basically easily defeat those traitors."

"What about challenging the Primarch?"

Lan looked at Sigismund in surprise.

"Do you want to do that? To be honest, I really don't recommend doing such a crazy thing. The power of the Primarch is beyond imagination. Their essence is the same as that of the gods, that is, there is a gap in strength. You Didn't you challenge Fulgrim at the Battle of Terra?"

Sigismund nodded.

He did fight Fulgrim in the Battle of Terra.

Although it cut the opponent's armor and lips, it still left a scar on the opponent's face.

However, he is not the opponent's opponent.

Not long after the battle, Fulgrim picked it up with one hand and threw it flying.

Sigismund stared down at his thick hands.

There is infinite power in this brand new body.

Created by the Holy Emperor gathering all the wisdom the Empire could find.

Possesses the ability to kill gods.

"Perhaps I should challenge Fulgrim," Sigismund whispered. "I want him to pay back what the Wall of Saturn owes."

"Are you crazy?" Lane said, "I'm afraid he's going to kick the shit out of you."

"I'm sure." Sigismund said: "I can feel the strength of this body. If I can suppress the opponent's subspace essence a little bit, I have the confidence to win this victory."

"I think you're crazy too," Acamus interjected.

"Whether crazy or not, he should be made to pay the price." Sigismund said in a low voice: "It is the nature of the Innonus to pay their debts."

Under the condition of absolute secrecy, the Glory of Macragge entered the Emperor Supreme along the webway.

It returned to Terra much earlier than the main force.

Calgar's injuries are worsening day by day, and his soul is teetering on the verge of destruction.

With the help of the Sages, the Expeditionary Commander was placed in Guilliman's laboratory.

It contains the most cutting-edge technology, enough to reshape and transform everything in the world.

Not even Reaper dared to say what he could take away from Guilliman's laboratory.

"He was badly injured." Belisarius Kaur's eyes fixed on Calga who was lying on the operating table.

"Yes." Guilliman stood in the center of the laboratory.

Countless machines roared.

The pistons go back and forth incessantly.

Liquid gurgles in the pipes.

The shiny machine pulsated as it worked.

Mechanic priests in red robes are maintaining the machines.

A binary moan sounded in the air.

Organs throb in cylinders filled with nutrient gel.

Mechanically operating beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, each played their own rhythm, and the ensemble formed a complex movement of truth.

A data screen is connected next to the operating table, displaying Calgar's various body values ​​in popular numbers and words.

According to the insider's description, in the final battle, a mottled ancient sword pierced Calgar's body.

The sword held vicious curses and unholy powers, rendering the Holy Emperor's wise creation incapable of healing what appeared to be an innocuous wound.

After lifting the stasis, Calgar was getting weaker and weaker.

His physiological system and unyielding will are fighting against the damage caused by the ancient sword.

However, the power of the ancient sword was very strange, it prevented the healing of flesh and blood again and again, and it was deeply implanted into Calgar's soul, consuming his soul as nourishment.

Guilliman put on the sensing gloves, and pressed Calgar's bulky, muscular body with different strengths.

The tiny sensors on the glove release detection particle waves and sound waves, detecting the spine, muscles and veins.

Occasionally, the pain would stimulate the nervous system, causing Calga to grunt and twitch.

Kaul dragged the bloated mechanical body and observed around the operating table.

Finally, he set his sights on the wound on his chest.

"Is this the wound created by the evil objects created by the extraordinary civilization? It can cause damage to the heart of the empire, and even destroy its recovery mechanism."

Guilliman nodded.

"Extraordinary civilizations have their own unique features. Those creatures have studied the subspace for a long time. Using the subspace, they have created all kinds of incredible items with special powers. The power of these items is no less than cutting-edge technology."

"According to the two of our previous guesses, before the rise of technology, the extraordinary civilization based on the use of subspace should be the mainstream of the universe. From this sword, we can see that the extraordinary civilization of universe 04 It's been a great achievement."

As Guilliman spoke, he picked up the rusty sword that was placed aside.

There was a sense of malice in the rusty long sword.

Even Guilliman felt a tingling pain, so one can imagine how powerful this long sword is.

This rusty sword can be classified as a psionic weapon.

Psychic weapons are a very special kind of existence.

It needs to be forged in a special way. After the forging is completed, it can leverage the power of the subspace, killing or erasing certain things in a symbolic sense.

The emperor had also forged psychic weapons. The Spear of the Sun God used by Valdo, and the Spear of Dionysus used by Leman Russ were all psychic weapons that the Emperor had forged.

It can kill the inanimate, and even severely damage Horus, who is blessed by the four gods.

The old enemy blade that once injured Horus can also be regarded as a kind of spiritual weapon.

The Eldar also created some psychic weapons, the Five Crone Swords, secret weapons sealed away in the vaults of the various craft worlds.

So psychic weapons are not uncommon.

Extraordinary civilizations have been immersed in subspace technology for so many years, so it is not uncommon for them to be able to create such weapons.

Guilliman casually placed it on the detection instrument at the side.

With the buzzing sound of the instrument, various data were displayed on the floating screen beside it.

Kaul stared at the screen too, deciphering the data.

In a way, his knowledge was second only to Guilliman.

Has an in-depth understanding of subspace and real technology.

Be able to understand the data and text that jump out.

"This rusted sword has given birth to self-awareness, as the emotional vortex of the warp would give birth to the inanimate."

"Yes, this sword has its own consciousness. It absorbs too much venom and malice. When it hits the target, these venom and malice will be transferred to the target, forming a subspace curse on the target. Guilliman's voice was full of superhuman calmness, "That's why the medical sages of the expeditionary army couldn't heal Calgar!! The Rusty Sword threatened Calgar's concept of existence and would erase Calgar little by little. Even our memory will lose the existence of Calgar."

"Then Calgar can still be saved?" Kaur asked solemnly.

"You should prepare for it. There is no way to treat such an injury with conventional methods. Calgar needs to complete the fifth stage of the original cast upgrade. If he succeeds, he will have a chance to survive." Guilliman said: "If If it fails, I can only peel off his soul, otherwise the soul will be completely wiped out by that malice."