Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"The latest news, your brother Magnus has left the Wizard Star and came to the Imperial Sanctuary from the Dark Realm of the Empire."

Cherubelle looked very respectful, and when he spoke, he deliberately organized his words so as not to make the Primarch feel uncomfortable.

It would do him no good to offend Guilliman, it would only lead to violent beatings.

In addition to the power of the Damned, Guilliman has another majestic power.

No matter which one it is, it can easily kill him.

Demons are just difficult to be killed by ordinary people, not truly immortal.

"Do you know which planet he is on?" Guilliman rubbed his glove of the ruling hand and asked.

"My lord, Magnus has unparalleled sorcery attainments. Even in the subspace, there are very few demons who can surpass him. He is a demon primarch, powerful, and holds the secrets in the subspace. Nobody can spy on him without him noticing."

Cherubell said.

It is rumored that part of the technology and power of the Emperor's creation of the Primarch came from the Four Gods of the Warp.

Therefore, after each Primarch awakens his own subspace essence, he will have unparalleled power.

Surpassing most of the great demons under the command of the Four Gods.

Those original demons have no way to compare with them.

Not to mention monitoring, even spying on Magnus may be discovered by the other party.

"You demon prince, what a waste." Guilliman mocked Cherubelle unceremoniously.

Cherubelle: . .

Cherubelle had never felt so heartbroken after being the Demon Prince for so long.

To be humiliated like this, to be insulted like this, to be trampled like this.

In order to survive, Cherubelle endured it.

He swore that one day, he would be ashamed.

Repay today's humiliation a hundredfold.

Three thousand years in the east of the river, three thousand years in the west of the river.

Don't bully the devil to be poor.

One day, humans in this world will know that the demon prince Cherubel cannot be humiliated, and those who are humiliated must die.

Guilliman considered the demon's words, and there was not a single truth in these guys' mouths.

There is always a trap in the discourse.

When dealing with these guys, the car will overturn if you are not careful, so you must be careful.

"Magnus, what do you want?"

After being absent-minded for a moment, Guilliman recovered, looked at Cherubel who bowed his knees and asked, "Is there any other news?"

"The domain of the Plague God has made major moves recently, and it seems that a brand new plague has been prepared to spread into the real universe." Cherubel said.

"It is probably the masterpiece of my other brother, Mortarion. Recently, I have been paying close attention to the God of Plague. I need to know their movements and which star field they plan to implement their evil plan in."

"Okay, my lord, your faithful servant will definitely complete this task perfectly." Qilubeier said respectfully.

"Continue to gather information." After Guilliman asked, he turned his head and walked out of the room where Qilubel was held.

As the devil prince, Cherubel's place of detention is also very special.

Imprisoned in a stone chamber carved with a large number of forbidden runes, there is a huge emperor's shrine at the door.

Several armed and armed exiled priests took turns chanting scriptures and prayers.

They looked solemn, different from those state church priests who stood in front of people.

Exiled priests generally have combat capabilities, and most of them will even undergo some mechanized transformation to enhance their own strength so that they can obtain stronger self-protection capabilities.

In order to better fight against the enemy of Chaos, they dedicate themselves to learning those forbidden witchcraft knowledge and soul-blasphemy skills.

Those dark knowledges are extremely terrifying, and if the mind is a little weak, it will be corrupted, swallowed, and eventually degenerate.

To learn these dark arts is undoubtedly to curse oneself.

But out of their pious belief in the emperor, the exiled priests still embarked on this road without hesitation.

Their fate is often very tragic.

Learning those distorted, dark, and evil knowledge will inevitably be swallowed by the subspace and tortured.

"grown ups."

The leading exiled priest bowed and saluted Guilliman.

His eyes have been replaced with electronic prosthetic eyes, and even the flesh and blood around the eye sockets have been replaced with metal.

Judging from the scarred face of the other party, it is obvious that the mechanical parts had to be replaced after encountering an unimaginable life and death crisis.

The exiled priests usually follow the activities of the judges to eliminate those heretics and things of chaos.

The degree of danger is extremely high, and the mortality rate is also high.

Cultists never cared about their own lives or the lives of others.

That's what's scary about them.

"Thank you guys," Guilliman said.

His words are sincere, and every exiled priest is worthy of admiration.

Some heroes choose to die for their beliefs, while greater heroes choose to live for their beliefs.

The exiled priest gave up glory and chose to take up arms and walk into the darkness, becoming a nameless guardian for the humanity that the Emperor protected.

Guilliman walked out down a wide marble corridor.

The exiled priests continued to fulfill their duties, using their devotion to the Emperor to suppress the demons.

Magnus, Mortarion.

As Guilliman walked, he thought about the two Daemon Primarchs.

Magnus, as a psychic who was only under the emperor in the past and was stronger than Prime Minister Malcador, became even more terrifying after becoming a demon.

In the original plot line, this guy threw Guilliman into the maelstrom with a single spell.

If it weren't for the buffoons of the Eldar, the Legion of the Cursed and the loyal Lord Cypher who came to the rescue, I'm afraid the regent of the mighty empire would have been trapped in the maelstrom.

Not to mention Mortarion.

He and another big demon, the plague concocted by Nurgle's favorite Kugas, almost sent Guilliman away.

At the critical moment, the emperor's divine descent made Guilliman come back against the wind.

Demon Primarchs are ruthless characters, any contempt will make him overturned.

I just don't know when these two guys will make a move! !

"Auxiliary elves, when will the second trial mission begin?" Guilliman asked inwardly.

The real battlefield of the Warhammer universe is in the subspace, and he must have the ability to fight against the subspace. Only in this way can he truly fight against demons.

But Guilliman didn't know much about the subspace.

The reflection of biological emotions, the domain of the four gods, can allow warships to travel faster than light, and allow astropaths to transmit information in the shortest time.

The warp is also the source of many mysterious powers.

No matter what humans call true qi, mana, or psionic energy, the source of power beyond the physical laws of reality is in the subspace.

Guilliman didn't know how these forces displaced, twisting the laws of physics to function.

The Warp is a realm of psykers, wizards, and thaumaturgic technology.

Even if Guilliman is fused with the soul of a traveler, he can view the entire universe from a perspective beyond the universe.

It is also difficult to grasp the many mysteries of the subspace.

Now, the only thing he can rely on is the civilization database that the auxiliary elves said.

I hope that there are some studies on psionic energy and supernatural in the database. Only in this way can he adopt more strategies for the subspace, and even use the subspace to achieve his own goals.

Chaos evil gods and demons are only members of the subspace, and they cannot fully understand and control the subspace.

As long as Guilliman can master the mysteries of the Warp, he can also use the Warp. Take the initiative in the Warp.

[Host, please wait patiently. As long as the industrial level is sufficient to absorb new technology, the second trial task can be carried out. Currently, the civilization where the host is located has a very high level of technology, but there is no matching industrial level. 】

[Host, ヾ(°°), keep working hard. 】

When Guilliman saw the answer from the auxiliary elf, he could only suppress the wild thoughts in his heart and continue to steadily advance his plan, taking one step at a time and one step at a time.

The technology of the human empire is basically left over from the golden age. You must know that the human beings at that time almost soared.

It is conceivable how powerful the technology of that era was.

Humanity's technology is very strong, but it's a pity that with the rise of the state religion, the Mechanicism has become more conservative. Instead of making progress, human's technology is constantly being lost and regressed.

The industrial level of each planet is also different. Some starships and spaceships are flying all over the sky, and some are primitive societies. The gap is so big that it is unimaginable

Walking out of the corridor, Vinsenhorn saluted Guilliman.

"My lord, how is the situation?"

"As bad as ever," Guilliman said in a relaxed tone.

Thank you big brother for your support, I talked to the editor today, and it will be on the shelves next Monday.

Now maintain two shifts and deal with the matter at hand.

At that time, I will explode with no distractions

I hope that when the time comes, brothers will support us a lot.