Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Leave the future to the people of the future to deal with.

Guilliman had timed the Primarch and his exit.

Then encrypt this file.

Wait until everything is in place.

Like the old empire.

Both the Primarch and he would leave, gradually disappearing from the history of mankind.

This document will also be given to the people of the Council of Terra.

Power will not be handed over suddenly, but subtly.

The Mortal Council slowly took over all power.

When the gamification of the universe and the subspace spirit of all human beings are perfectly connected and solidified, it is time for them to leave.

At that time, there will be no barriers between people.

They are able to feel each other's pain and joy.

In this way, the loss caused by miscommunication can be greatly reduced.

As for the handling of the traitorous primarch, Guilliman also had a brand new plan.

He'll get this done before he leaves.

The traitorous original body must not stay, no matter what the reason for the betrayal is, this is the case.

Betrayal is betrayal.

It's not that there are hardships that can put countless human beings in danger.

Those innocents were powerless to harm the Primarchs.

But was dragged into the dark abyss by them, and was almost extinct.

If such crimes can be forgiven with reasons, then the empire will be in chaos.

It is not a good way to kill the traitor primarch simply and rudely.

In a way, the Traitor Primarchs are an asset to humanity.

The Four Great Evil Gods took away these assets and declared them to be their own.

But they are human after all.

Every time the Emperor created a Primarch, he took a name from mythology.

This was no accident.

A name is a very special thing.

It is related to a person's destiny and future path.

The Primarch itself is the echo of the subspace belonging to human beings, those ancient myths that have been sung by countless people.

The Emperor made it into reality.

Guilliman planned to extract the essence of these guys, then dismantle them into pieces and give them to different creatures.

It's as if the Emperor implanted a fragment of Magnus's loyal soul into a loyalist, making him one of the Gray Knights' founding Eight Mentors.

Guilliman planned to follow that practice, separating the soul fragments of the traitorous primarch, purifying them, and finally implanting them in different human bodies as the empire's trump card.

In addition to rebelling against the Primarch, Guilliman also plans to completely dispose of the various relics of the Golden Age sealed in the Dark Underground Palace or some sealed items that are enough to destroy countless living beings.

Those weapons were once regarded by the emperor as the hole cards for the Jedi to fight back after the defeat of human beings.

Now these hole cards are no longer needed.

Time to get rid of it.

Those things have never entered the history books of mankind, nor will they ever appear.

No one would even know these things existed.

Some unbearable history in the past will be completely erased.

The truth of history has always been customized according to needs.

If necessary, the mean can be rendered into a martyr, and the noble can be said to be a mean person.

The same is true of those things under the dungeon.

No matter how ugly and dark secrets there were, they will all be buried.

October is fleeting.

In the Ark of the Holy Religion, several of the most influential top figures of the State Religion are here.

Popes, living saints, war apostles, bishops, etc. who are in charge of missionary work in universe 03.

Each has countless supporters.

They exist to proclaim the glory of the Holy Emperor.

What a sacred thing to have a child out of wedlock! !

As described by countless myths.

He put his child in a pure virgin body, let him be born, walked in this world, and preached the gospel to the suffering people.

The Holy Emperor showed up less and less often.

He no longer fights around, and no longer shows his noble side in front of believers.

The arrival of this child will bring comfort to those who are uneasy about the presence of the Holy Emperor in the solar system.

This is His child.

Separated from His unimaginable, divine body of light was born.

This child will be a symbol of hope for the Empire.

Even if they lost the Holy Emperor, they still have this child.

A child's cry sounded.

This is how new life comes into this world.

The empire's medical technology is very advanced, and it is not difficult to take out a child conceived by a natural mother.

He has gold, blue, and green pupils.

Exactly like his father.

His noble and inviolable side can be vaguely seen on that wrinkled little face.

Several high-ranking members of the state religion showed joy.

The birth of a child will bring the prestige of the State Church to the extreme.

However, the appearance of several gold-armored warriors shattered their dreams.

They wear sacred golden armor.

A royal scarlet cloak draped over his shoulders.

The long halberd was crowned with a heavy silver blade.

The body of the halberd was held tightly in the broad and heavy palm.

Forbidden army.

A forbidden army that was supposed to stay in the solar system appeared in universe 03.

"Your Majesty ordered that this child will be taken away by us." The person in charge of this matter was Valanor, the commander of the imperial army, one of the most powerful people under the Primarch of the Empire.

"Is there any misunderstanding?" The Pope's body was very fat, and when he spoke, the fat on his face was trembling.

Under the gorgeous clothes are layers of mechanical prosthetics and artificial fat.

"This is my child." Qianshang Shiyin said, "You have no right to do that."

"Sorry, we are following His Majesty's order." Valano calmly swept over those people and said every word.

"This is His child, how could He have the heart to separate the mother from the child." Qianshang Shiyin reached out and held the giant scythe, "I don't believe you, leave immediately, otherwise you will be regarded as an invasion."

The Shengjiao Ark is a ship belonging to the state religion, and it is also a ship belonging to Asakami Shiyin.

Her word here is the supreme command.

Several high-level legions activated the armed security system, and once Asakami Shion gave the order, they would press the fire button.

By then, things are bound to get out of hand.

The holy emperor's living saint took action against the holy emperor's personal guards, which was a sign of trouble.

Valano looked at Qianshang Shiyin, holding the halberd tightly in his hand, the killing intent in his eyes was cold, and he did not try to hide it.

They were born to maintain the emperor's authority machine.

Valanor assessed how long it would take him to slaughter all those who intended to disobey the orders of the Holy Emperor.

"This is His Majesty's order, do you want to disobey it?"

"You are just a beast that uses His name to do evil." Qianshang Shiyin roared: "Go away, don't have any thoughts about this child."

The atmosphere between the two sides suddenly became tense.

The fanatics of the state religion are not afraid of death. Once a conflict breaks out, the kind of suicide attack on the forbidden army may not be able to retreat unscathed.

Bright bright light suddenly burst into the air.

Everyone subconsciously covered their eyes and made painful noises.

The light is so terrifying, as if it can melt steel.

The majestic and terrifying mental roar continued to echo in their ears, causing them to shed tears of blood.

Several high-ranking members of the State Church felt tremendous pressure, and the communicators in their ears echoed voices of pain and joy.

When the pressure subsided a little, everyone looked at the location where the light burst out.

A noble, perfect face appeared in their eyes.

Majestic, noble, without the slightest profanity and offense.

Except for a few imperial guards, everyone present cried and knelt down.

Guilliman picked up the child and placed it in the Custodian's hands.

"Take him away."

Valano nodded, turned and left with the imperial guards.

Guilliman turned his head to look at those senior officials of the State Church.

"This child has extraordinary power, but now is not the time for him to show his talents. It is time for him to show his talents and abilities when mankind enters the dark age again."

This is a lie.

Guilliman didn't think about letting this child come out to save the world in the future.

This child is the embodiment of faith, and to some extent, it has the same root as the four gods.

Mankind is destined to have a god.

At the beginning, the emperor was only a short distance from becoming the Lord of Darkness, becoming the eternal fifth evil god of the warp.

Just because the Emperor is gone, doesn't mean the Lord of Darkness won't be born.

No one dared to contradict Guilliman's words.

Even the parties who are living saints and mothers do not have the courage to refute their beliefs and vow to dedicate everything to God.

"I haven't kissed him yet." Qiangami Shion said painfully.

"You will not suffer," said Guilliman. "You will forget everything, child."

The strong light burst out again.

Not only did it cover the Ark of the Holy Cult, but it also covered the entire fleet, erasing and sealing their memories of children.

After finishing all this, Guilliman's figure also collapsed into the air.

With a complete lighthouse system, he has been able to project his power across the universe.

It is not difficult for him to clean the memory of all the soldiers in the entire fleet.

Countless illusions exist in the Warp.

They are the nightmares of real beings, the fantasy of real beings.

The old man stood on a high mountain, and black snowflakes fell from the drowsy sky.

Looking up, there is snow everywhere, and there is no end in sight.

The old man let out a breath.

cold.

Bitingly cold.

Kneeling down to pick up a handful of snow, the old man's eyes also became dazed.

Snow is no longer snow but everything those poor souls have ever suffered.

A mother weeps over the body of her dead child.

The seriously ill man was unwilling to swallow his last breath.

Howls and angry growls echoed in the wind.

The suffering of all beings turns into snowflakes and falls in this hell of despair and hopelessness.

"They're still screaming, Malcador," came a steady voice.

The old man turned his head and looked over.

A young man wearing a crown of thorns and dripping blood came out of the snowstorm behind him.

His appearance was indistinguishable from Guilliman's.

"They are manifestations of pain, naturally screaming and roaring day and night. Vulkan is winning, and soon they will have their throats slit and be silent," Malcador said.

"Then you didn't hear the First Cry? A new warp creature was born, and what's more terrifying, it was born with the help of human faith. The Emperor was right to reject faith, which was never something to be controlled. I am using it, and it is also using me. This reminds me of a story that looks absurd but actually makes sense. Did humans tame rice, or did rice tame humans? Humans have to open up fields for rice and divert water to irrigate it. I even took the initiative to conduct research to help it evolve and better adapt to the environment. When that child appeared, I often wondered whether I controlled the belief or the belief controlled me."

"Everything is mutual, and the arrogant will think that they can completely tame something without making any changes." Malcador stretched out his hand, and a black snowflake fell on his hand.

The crystal snowflakes reflect the cry of a man, crying over the loss of a loved one.

"Faith is the weapon of mankind, and it is also the poison of mankind." Guilliman whispered: "The child is handed over to you, Malcador. I will create an accelerated time zone and let the child live in it. One day is equivalent to many years in the outside world. I can't let him get in the way, the huge time flow gap will create a buffer time for us, I will find a way to weaken the belief before leaving, and guide people to the right path. Wait until this child grows up Great, when the power is mastered, the empire is already on the right track, and by that time, they will no longer want a god."

Guilliman looked at Malcador with eyes like a burning sun.

"Don't let me down, Malcador. We are not far from our final success."

Malcador nodded.

"I will never disappoint your expectations, Your Majesty."

Tribunal, temporary station.

"You once swore and swore that you would never serve the Empire."

"Watson, your thinking is wrong. At that time, our vision was so shallow that we could see only Wudu and a small world. Such a world is not worth mentioning in the vast empire. Besides, if the queen executes a soldier in order to stabilize the situation in Wudu and protect millions of people in Wudu? Do you think the queen is unforgivable?"

"You're so eloquent, Sherlock."

"No, I never like sophistry, I just explain the facts." Sherlock reached out and fiddled with the hologram, and turned to look at Watson, "Okay, we don't need to argue about such things, there are still many cases waiting for us Go and solve it!! It started from this one, a local demon was accused of murdering three imperial personnel, and the local trial court demanded the sentence of extermination of the demon, as an example to others.”

: This is a great crime, and the evidence is solid, what else can we do? ? " Watson said puzzled.

"I've read the dossier, and there are a lot of doubts. I suspect that this demon was framed."

"What does it matter if the demons are framed? They deserve to die anyway."

"But I still can't stand it. As soon as I see the fog, I want to push it away and look at the things behind. And this matter is not so simple. It is very likely that it is a case of imperial corruption in my eyes. I just want to let the other side The devil is just a scapegoat."

"It's getting more and more crazy, you actually want to clear up the grievances of a demon??"

"In this way, my brain can be completely stimulated. In a short time, we will have to track down the traverser. This kind of devil case will never be accepted. Let's go, Watson, to find a solution for this boring life." Do something."

Step up and fill the hole.