Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

There is no power in this world that can stop Cherubel anymore.

The Demon Prince possesses power beyond the imagination of these mortals.

Those gods who only have one world to support are not worth mentioning in front of the devil prince.

In the heavens and the universe, in the eternal time and space, there are countless gods born out of faith.

The strength of these gods is linked to the size of their believers.

The more powerful the god, the more believers it has.

Of course, the gods may also lose themselves because of this.

The gods of this world have not even achieved a unified belief.

One country has one belief, and there are as many gods as a cow's hair, all of which are rubbish.

Bragging that he is invincible in the world, creating the world is as simple as drinking water and eating.

In fact, one bite is not enough to fit between the teeth.

It also relies on cheating and abduction to gain the belief of mortals.

If I had to describe it properly, those hairy gods were the little bastards who didn't even go out of Xinshou Village.

Cherubel has existed for a very long time.

It was so long that even he himself forgot the first memory.

Those creatures of the same age as him either died or turned into the dust of history.

Time is the most ruthless and powerful force in the universe.

Those who once claimed to have mastered the law of time and were immortal have all been reduced to unknowable dust.

They may have existed, but no one remembers them.

Cherubel has survived, and has grown to the point where he no longer relies on faith.

Maybe he was never the best one, but he was definitely the one who lived the longest.

Cherubel has experienced countless glory.

He used to be the god of a star field, and countless creatures kowtowed to him, offered sacrifices and prayed to him.

He also stirred up the storm in the starry sky and competed with other gods for the highest throne.

In addition to brilliance, Cherubel has also experienced countless hardships.

The race that believed in him was eliminated in the long river of history.

The realm of the gods was shattered and reduced to a rootless demon.

Bound and imprisoned by the Book of Demons.

In desolation, he was even tortured and humiliated by a human being.

Fortunately, the suffering is over and he will rise in this universe.

It's time for Cherubel's name to ring again.

From now on, all creatures in this universe will know his name.

Devil Prince - Cherubel.

"Seven seals!" Trembling, Master Merlin roared as he stood up again, the powerful magic power made his hair fly out of thin air.

The magic scepter in his hand exploded with incomparable brilliance.

Countless magical rings exuding brilliance appeared high in the sky.

The music played by the magic power echoed in the air.

Merlin is the most outstanding wizard in this world.

This old master has subdued dragons, climbed the highest peak in the world, and talked to the gods. He is the most legendary wizard.

At this time, in order to suppress this demon, he risked his life to use the strongest sealing technique.

The twisted body possessed by Cherubel burst open, and bloodshot eyes with black pupils emerged from the crack.

That eye stared at Merlin, and an invisible shock was released.

Merlin established a connection with the realm of nothingness, and just as he was about to sacrifice himself, he was blown away by Cherubel's powerful force.

The old man's body flew out, rolled on the ground for a long time, and then stopped.

Bright red blood flowed out from his body, forming a pool of blood in no time.

The legendary wizard completely lost the ability to resist.

If it wasn't for his rich experience and closing his mind in time, he might not only be knocked into the air, but also become the slave of that demon.

Several servants hurriedly dragged their master, Master Merlin, away from this dangerous place.

More wizards came from all directions.

The strong fluctuation of magic power attracted everyone's attention.

The change here has already caused a change in the sky above the entire fog city.

The clergy of the Church of the Holy Cross are also rushing over.

In addition, there are other professionals.

The huge power of Cherubel is pouring into this world continuously, forming a tide.

Everyone felt bad.

If they waited for Cherubel to enter this world intact, they would be finished.

High-level wizards are still working hard, trying to use various sealing witchcraft to prevent the entry of demons.

However, their efforts were like throwing sand into the flood that broke the embankment, and they were swept away directly, to no avail.

More than a dozen demon hunters from the Church of the Holy Cross and wearing night watchman clothes arrived.

These people have undergone special training and are the most secret force of the Holy Cross Church.

Demon hunters are special professionals who were trained during the demon frenzy to hunt demons.

As the natural disasters brought by the demon frenzy were stopped and quelled, the power of the gods gradually weakened, and steam machines and wizards rose.

The scope of the church's control has shrunk, and the source of funds has decreased.

Therefore, the number of demon hunters also slowly decreased over time.

It is also very rare to dispatch more than a dozen demon hunters at once.

Obviously, during the last joint operation, Cherubel also caused enormous psychological pressure on the church.

This time, more than a dozen demon hunters and a large number of priests were dispatched to suppress and expel this damned demon in one fell swoop.

Equipped with blessed weapons, the Demon Hunter has a nimble movement and a ghostly figure.

As soon as he came out, he threw a silver cross dart.

The sharp cross dart hit the possessed wizard, easily tearing open a wound.

The mutated flesh made a sizzling sound.

Cherubelle let out a low growl of pain.

The violent magic power burst out from the wizard who was reshaping his flesh and blood body.

The demon hunters were like fallen leaves in a storm, being carried around and flying around.

A demon hunter was swept up by a magical tide and flung out, crashing into a stone pillar.

The crisp sound of bone cracking made people's goosebumps rise.

With just one counterattack, all the demon hunters were defeated.

Either the bones were broken or the tendons were broken, or he lost his breath directly.

They have no power to resist, and no matter how hard they try, it is difficult to compete with a real demon prince.

Even the gods they believe in are just bigger ants in the eyes of Cherubel, and it is impossible to stop him.

Even Watson, who had experienced all kinds of unimaginable adventure stories with Sherlock, was stunned at this moment.

The possessed wizard has completely transformed at this time.

The swollen flesh tore through the clothes, weird mouths opened on the tentacled body, scarlet bloodshot eyes spread all over the disgusting body, spinning around.

Eerie whispers echoed in the air, like countless ancient ghosts telling their painful stories of being killed.

With one last desolate scream, the soul of the hapless wizard uttered one last scream, and was completely swallowed up.

The residents of Wudu also all screamed in horror.

Countless thunderbolts split the sky, and night fell suddenly.

The sky became transparent, and countless strange things appeared in people's vision.

The horrific and profane scene is enough to make reasonable people scream insanely.

Weird winds and torrential rains raged across the land.

Some of the weaker minds were already weeping.

They trembled and collapsed on the ground.

The wizards ultimately failed, and Cherubelle broke free of the last seal.

Like a wild beast breaking through the fence, its eyes full of resentment and viciousness reveal its hunger for food.

All hope has vanished.

The gods who lived on the highest peak in the world were all trembling.

In the face of Cherubel's level of nightmares, they are like weak sheep facing a terrifying tiger without the power to resist.

There is nothing to be done but to ravage it.

The giant tortoise swimming in the void is also trembling, fearing its own doom.

Sherlock, who fell to the ground, showed a look of remorse.

After all, he failed to save those innocent people.

"Everything will be." Cherubel let out a terrifying roar, but was interrupted by a strange singing.

The singing is pure and full of power.

It was as if hundreds of millions of creatures were praising a great existence.

Full of faith, full of hope.

Singing washes every soul.

It does not really exist, but echoes in every soul longing for salvation and guidance.

Desperate people suddenly felt they had courage again.

Those weird things don't seem so scary.

Weeping children and women fell silent.

It was as if someone was patting them on the shoulder, speaking of protection in a gentle voice, so that they would not have to be afraid of these evils in the dark.

The terrifying sky was torn apart, and the bright light pierced through those weird scenes like a sharp sword, driving them out of this world.

Cherubel, who was clamoring to destroy the world just now, was stunned.

Those eyes were all dull, and the countless distorted faces showed expressions of disbelief.

Fate seemed to have played a joke on him! !

impossible! !

Absolutely impossible! !

This place is so far away from the universe controlled by the empire and capable of interfering.

How could they appear here! !

Cherubelle screamed and roared inside.

But his will can't change anything.

Fleets bearing the emblem of the double-headed eagle shattered the horrors of the skies.

The Anglican ship with the lighthouse is emitting light.

Devotees sing in it, channeling the power of the divine emperor.

They really came! !

Cherubelle regretted crawling out too quickly just now.

If you stay in the subspace, it will be much easier to run.

Cherubel immediately opened the entrance to the subspace, ready to escape.

No sooner had he arrived than a terrible light burst out from the entrance.

Cherubel's body was scorched, and even his soul was damaged.

The Empire cut off his escape route.

They know he's here.

Cherubelle trembled, recalling the horror of that terrible empire, it made him uncontrollably terrified.

Those guys do a lot of chopping up demons and feeding them to other demons! !

As a defector, who knows how they will treat me! !

Several beams of light fell from the sky.

Primaris warrior and judge Vinsenhorn in heavy gray armor stepped out of the beam of light.

Vincenthorn is much younger than when he was last seen.

That damned empire has clearly gained some kind of technological advancement.

Seeing this enemy whom he wished to be crushed to ashes, Cherubel did not shout to torture him.

Those Primordial Warriors in heavy armor were not vegetarians, and it would not be difficult to hold them down.

After brewing for a moment, Cherubel, who was covered with tentacles, face, and eyes, yelled out the most sincere words in his life.

"Vinsenhorn, the envoys of the Holy Emperor, you are finally here!! I have been waiting so hard for you!!"

Cherubel bent his knees, prostrated himself on the ground, and saluted directly.

Countless tentacles were lifted up, and then fell down with a snap.

The bloated body, which was comparable to the size of a hill, made a big gift like a human being.

again and again.

The sudden change stunned everyone present.

Just now, he looked down on the heroes, laughed at the professionals like ants, and laughed at the gods as the super demons of chickens and dogs, and now they are so unbearable.

Before the visitor spoke or made a move, the demon made such a humble move.

Sherlock took the opportunity to stand up and looked at the visitors who had made Cherubelle so frightened.

The leader was a young man wearing an off-white windbreaker with a carapace inside and a mechanical device attached to his ear.

On the shoulder is the emblem of a double-headed eagle.

Judging from the face of the other party, the age should not exceed thirty-five years old.

But the other party's eyes had a sense of vicissitudes.

It was as if an old soul had been placed in a young body.

Behind him were four warriors in armor Sherlock had never seen before.

They are too thick, even the primitive people of the northern ice field may not be able to wear such armor.

The height of these fighters is also very amazing.

Sherlock felt that he only reached the opponent's waist at most, and even a little shorter.

Are they really human? ?

Feel like a legendary giant.

"Cherubel, you really haven't made any progress." Vinsenhorn looked at Cherubel who was kneeling so numbly, and shook his head.

This guy dared to defect, thinking that it was a devil, and would rather die than surrender! !

This is the result?

"Serving His Majesty and the Empire is my blessing, Cherubel. Lord Vincenthorn, I have already spied on the information of this universe. There is no strong enemy. If the Empire wants to take it, I will take the lead. "

Cherubel said it with sincerity and sincerity, and those countless eyes showed the determination to devote himself to the empire and die.

"Then aren't you going to explain your defection?" Vinsenhorn asked with a half-smile.

"Wrong, this is slander, pure slander. My lord, I have been fulfilling the mission entrusted to me by the empire. I am alone, lurking here alone, spying on intelligence. I miss the empire every moment, miss Follow the teachings of the Holy Emperor. Whoever slanders me for defecting is a great injustice. Sir, you have to be clear, and you can't wrong me."

"Then why don't you contact the Empire?"

"I can't get in touch, my lord, this place is very far away from the universe where the empire is located. I am here alone, my lord, how desolate and miserable I am. But I still don't forget my mission, remain loyal to the holy emperor, and work hard Fulfill your duties faithfully. My lord, you must say a few good words for me, and get some credit for me, so you can't let the heroes feel cold."

"It means you are not guilty, and you still have merit?"

Looking at Cherubel's twisted body, Vinsenhorn almost laughed out of anger.

As a devil, you dared to defect, and now you dare to let the empire give you credit! !

"Of course, my lord. I have worked so hard and suffered so much, just to spy on the empire." Cherubel pointed a finger at those members of the Church of the Holy Cross: "In order to defend the belief of the Holy Emperor, I also broke out with the believers of these false gods." I started the war just to promote the belief and teachings of the Holy Emperor. Isn’t all of this worthy of praise? Even if there is no reward, I can’t be called a traitor!!”

Vincenthorn shook his head.

"Then tell them, they remember clearly the bold words you made when you defected. You insulted the Holy Emperor and intended to escape from the empire, Cherubelle, you are so arrogant and bold."

Several vague figures appeared behind Vinsenhorn.

When those eyes looked at Cherubel, they were full of crazy smiles, and the sound of teeth rubbing echoed in the air.

Cherubel felt the breath of those figures, and his tone was tinged with fear.

"My lord, this is still slander, I am loyal to the empire, they are slander, they are jealous of my loyalty."

Those figures slowly approached.

"I have made meritorious service to the empire, I want to see the Holy Emperor, and I want a fair trial, my lord." Cherubel cried out from countless mouths.

Vinsenhorn ignored it, but watched those figures submerge Cherubel.

A shrill scream came from it.

"Calm down, Maca, listen to my explanation."

"I can explain this matter, everyone listen to me."

"Everyone is a devil, and devils don't embarrass devils."

"On, on, on!!"

Vinsenhorn didn't care that the demons were biting together.

Instead, he turned his head and looked at those mortals from different universes.

Humans in this universe occupy a relatively large number of planets, which may be related to the prevalence of wizard culture.

Traveling across the galaxy isn't that difficult.

A lot of people gathered here, including wizards, priests, and some professionals who rushed over to support them.

Thus ended a crisis that seemed irresolvable.

That horrible nightmare begged for mercy like a poor thing, it was a bit embarrassing to watch.

"This world will usher in enlightenment, and you will have the only ruler." Vinsenhorn announced to these people: "He will be your only king, the only god."

"Oh, really?" said a professional who had just rushed over, "Why should we listen to you? Why should we let that holy emperor rule? We are fine now?"

A grey-armored soldier raised his huge muzzle and pointed it at the professional who spoke.

The swarthy muzzle is as thick as an adult's arm.

Many people took a few steps back in fright.

From the fact that they were able to easily surrender the terrifying demon, it was clear that these big guys were definitely not embroidered pillows.

If a shot was fired, they might all be gone.

Professionals are also mortal.

"Then again." The professional said calmly: "Perhaps obeying the rule of the Holy Emperor is also a very good thing, and everyone should support it."