Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"Fikris, what gift did you prepare?" Calga looked at Phikris with confusion on his brows.

"Ah!! This!!" Fickris was speechless.

How should this matter be explained? ?

What a hassle! !

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I thought it was a gift from you guys! !

So I went to prepare presents, and also prepared to celebrate the Primarch's birthday.

Who would have thought it would be like this! !

I made a big oolong myself.

Philistine swears that he really didn't think that the so-called Calgar's gift that Sicarius said was the Colossus of God's Punishment.

It is a giant warship capable of destroying the battle moon.

He thought they were preparing presents for the Primarch's birthday.

That's why he went to prepare gifts.

He also asked the economist Ruidi to find a baker and a batch of fine wines that have been preserved for many years. He wanted to make the Primarch happy.

As a result, who would have thought that the gift of Calgar that the Primarch had been talking about turned out to be the giant battleship of the Colossus of God's Retribution.

Not for the so-called birthday at all.

Everyone didn't prepare any gifts! !

As soon as the huge ship, the Colossus of Heaven's Punishment, appeared, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

He made Reddy stop all preparations.

He also deliberately issued a gag order, absolutely not allowing anyone involved in this matter to speak out.

So embarrassing! !

God! !

Why would he go to such a thing! !

Who would have thought that now the Primarch would personally intervene.

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Who can come to the rescue! !

"Gift?" Sicarius looked at Phikris, frowning slightly.

For Calgar's gift, he speculated for days.

Does Phikris also have technological creations that surpass the current empire?

"If there is something good, why don't you take it out now, it's better than Lord Guilliman watching our jokes again."

Corvo, Chapter Master of the Nova Chapter, spoke.

Others also nodded.

In the final battle with the orc warlord.

All of them thought it impossible for the Imperial Navy to confront the Battle Moon head-on.

It is even more impossible to destroy the battle moon of the orcs with the help of the empire's ships.

But the dramatic changes caught them all off guard.

No one expected that the Primarch could create such a colossus in such a short period of time.

Even with the help of existing technological creations, it is still very terrifying.

It is definitely not something that other people in the empire can do.

The roadmap and energy architecture alone is a very complex project.

Not to mention other things.

If the Mechanics came to fiddle with such a project, it would take less than a hundred years, so don't try to do it well.

Now, it took only a few years for the Primarch and Cawl to build such a huge structure as the Colossus of Retribution.

It can also be mass produced.

What does this kind of thing represent? ?

It represents that the human navy will usher in a completely new enhancement.

There are actually quite a few giant structures in the empire at present.

The Mountain Array used by the Imperial Fists.

The home star fortress of the Dark Angels - Megalith Fortress.

The mechanical ark of the mechanical sage.

A star castle suspended in the dark void.

And mining bases for mining giant planets.

These are giant structures comparable to celestial bodies.

It takes an extremely long time to build these huge giant structures.

It will take hundreds or thousands of years at every turn.

The Colossus of Heaven's Punishment only took a few years to complete.

This is undoubtedly a miracle.

Still a miracle that can be replicated.

Everyone is still amazed when they think of it now.

In the eyes of everyone, the thirteen original body is already a mysterious super master of science and technology.

Only he can complete a giant structure that would take decades or hundreds of years to complete in just a few years.

Humanity will go to incomparable glory in his hands.

There is a good chance that there will be another golden age.

That would be an exciting thing.

When Guilliman spoke of Phekris' gift.

Everyone immediately thought of whether the Primarch had a brand new technology.

What kind of progress and enhancement will the empire obtain as a result.

Feeling everyone's gaze, Phikris blushed even more.

How could he say it without embarrassment.

This is much more difficult than fighting against chaos.

"Phycles may want me to solve the mystery myself, Reddy, bring it up, and share the cake and wine with you brothers."

Guilliman said loudly under the astonished eyes of Phekris.

Accompanied by Guilliman's orders.

Reddy walked in with some men in chef's clothes pushing a huge cake.

Behind them, there are servants carrying boxes of fine wine.

Many chapter leaders stared at the cake in dumbfounded.

Not only them, the admirals, knights, and nuns were all shocked

What the hell! !

Isn't it technology? ?

Isn't it a brand new achievement? ?

Why would it be a cake? ?

"My lord, how do you know..." Phikris was astonished to see the cake coming in.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say! !

Didn't he tell Reddy to terminate the project?

Why didn't Reddy terminate the program? ?

"I know everything, Phikris, this is the flagship my father gave me. I know the location of every secret passage and every secret door better than you," Guilliman said with a smile.

"What does this mean??" An admiral looked at the exquisite and huge cake and asked in puzzlement.

The others were also at a loss.

They guessed wrong again.

Phikris's gift is not some new technology, but a cake? ?

What the hell is a cake? ?

"This is a gift, everyone." Guilliman looked around the crowd, "We need to understand why we are fighting? Only in this way can we hold the sword firmly. There should not be only war in the dark galaxy, and we must never forget us. The human side."

"Many of you may think that the new gift will be a powerful technological creation, so you will be shocked when you see the cake, but I want to tell you that this gift is also a weapon."

"It is the weapon of our hearts, the weapon against the deceptions of Chaos. Open your eyes, my colleagues, and see how many planets have been turned into a terrible hell under the rule of corrupt bureaucrats, how many of my father's The people endured horrific torture."

"People have nothing, but they are required to work all day long for my father's empire. Their average life expectancy does not even reach thirty-five years, and their wealth is gathered into their own hands by the nobles in the name of the emperor. Sad thing."

"In the empire, we have worshiped the strong over the weak for generations. Does this make us better? No, this approach makes the situation worse and worse."

"Humanity has lost its pioneering spirit, lost its blood, and people have become numb. We recruit a brutal soldier and then turn him into a brutal lord, and continue this vicious cycle."

"As a result, people have the same attitude towards Chaos and Empire, that is numbness."

"A fine line must be drawn between the beautiful and the ugly. If Chaos offers power to a man who dwells in Hell, why should he refuse Hell's invitation?"

"Loyalty to the emperor is precious, and it is worth advocating and admiring. But we must always be vigilant against those who do evil in the name of the emperor and grab benefits. The change starts today, and we must always be alert to ourselves. The purpose of our war is To end war. War for war's sake is always foolish."

Guilliman looked at Phikles, "Thank you, Phikles. You let us understand that some things should not be forgotten. We fight to defend the beauty of human beings, not to push them into the abyss."

"Ah!" Phikles was stunned for a moment, unable to speak.

He had clearly ordered Reddy to give up the preparations, so why would there be cake.

Phikris looked at Reddy puzzled, and found that she was also smiling at him.

Everyone stood up and applauded, some even cheered.

They will fight for the Primarch and the Emperor's dream.

until everything is on track.

The primarch himself picked up a large cake knife.

That knife was so big it could be called a machete.

Guilliman used it to cut the cake just fine.

After symbolically dividing a few pieces of cake.

Guilliman handed over the job to others.

He didn't have much time, and he didn't attend the banquet simply to relax.

When the fate of the entire human race is placed on the shoulders of one person.

Then this person will definitely not be so relaxed that he can drink and have fun at the banquet.

He came to the banquet with a plan, not just to relax.

Guilliman attended the banquet mainly to award medals to those chapter masters and generals who fought bravely, and also to convey his reform ideas.

There are many reasons to fight.

If you ask, you will get a variety of answers.

For the empire, for mankind, and for the allegiance to mankind.

Guilliman was well aware that the Emperor had sat on the golden throne for ten thousand years.

Even the government affairs on Terra are handled by the Supreme Senate.

Loyalty to the Emperor is a big joke.

If you are really loyal to the emperor, why does the state religion still rise? Why is the Senate still so decayed?

As for fighting for humanity, this sentence is even more ridiculous.

Apart from Chaos and Aliens, the corrupt bureaucracy of the Empire is the most serious poison to all worlds.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs made a small mistake about the taxation of the planet.

It can turn the entire planet into a barren land of bones.

The tax ships of the Empire literally scrape the ground to make up the taxes that the planet needs to pay.

Once there is a violation, the Imperial fleet will arrive to cleanse the world of the disobedient.

The decay of the empire is there for all to see.

Eliminating corrupt bureaucrats is the best way to save humanity.

But now, there is a group of people known as the nobles of mankind, standing on the opposite side of the reform.

Isn't that ironic?

In the final analysis, many people fight for honor and for themselves.

Guilliman needs to feed these people with honor, power and interests.

Only in this way can these people continue to fight.

This is one of the reasons for holding a celebration.

Guilliman hates this kind of thing, but he also has to admit that he needs these means to win over these loyalists and stabilize his base.

After completing the honorary work, Guilliman withdrew and left the banquet.

His status is too high, it is not a wise decision to stay at the celebration reception.

It will make those people restrained and unable to let go.

People will be more comfortable when he's gone.

Troop carrier Righteous Fury.

There are many troop carriers of this level in the Empire.

Their job is to transport soldiers of the Empire from world to world.

Once set sail, very few soldiers can get on the spaceship back to the home planet.

The galaxy is really, really, really big.

If one is not careful, it will be decades, a hundred years have passed.

Not to mention going home, if you accidentally die in a foreign land, your soul will not be able to return.

In this era when darkness is approaching, being able to live on the battlefield for a few years is regarded as the emperor's mercy.

Still want to go home.

Stop dreaming.

The carnival belonging to ordinary soldiers was held in the cabin of the Path of Justice.

After careful consideration by the top of the empire.

These Astra Militarum soldiers were also allowed to enjoy events celebrating Imperial victories.

Hawk stood in the crowd, toasting with the brothers of the Corps.

Celebrate victory.

Also celebrate being alive.

Compared with what he looked like a few years ago, he has also changed a little bit now.

The sluggishness left by long-term labor faded away, and the eyes and face became vicissitudes.

The eyes are no longer cynical, but calm.

I have seen many deaths, and I am aware of the danger of the battlefield.

These years of fighting have also made him understand the terrible bloody price to pay for the survival of the empire.

His left hand has been transformed into a metal prosthesis.

The original arm had already been cut off by the orc, and there was no way to get it back.

In a battle with the orcs.

The Imperial forces were raided, the battle lost and the lines fell.

The whole line collapsed, and there were countless casualties.

The imperial commanders wanted to withdraw the troops and regroup before continuing to fight.

Hawke misunderstood the commander's order and charged all the way carrying the regiment's battle flag.

His behavior infected a large group of people, and others saw them charge, and then followed in a confused charge.

As a result, he won by accident.

Hawke's hand was also lost at that time.

Seeing his bravery, the imperial commanders arranged for mechanical priests to install mechanical prosthetic limbs on him, and promoted him to captain.

Not long after that, he was promoted to major by the front line and became the head of a temporary regiment.

After the Battle of Gorod this time, he was officially converted and became the head of a regiment, leading the Natal 502 regiment.

The 502nd Regiment is a group of recruits who have just been recruited from the planet Natal.

In order to cope with the consumption of the Indomitable Crusade, the Primarch eagerly absorbed the soldiers and resources of various worlds.

Natal answered the Primarch's call, sending men and women of the right age to the battlefield.

Unlike other wars, the more you fight, the worse your equipment will be.

The 502nd regiment is a new regiment, and the equipment they get is new equipment.

After the Primarch reintegrated five hundred worlds, many of the Forge Worlds were handed over to the Great Sage Caul.

Comprehensive reforms and technical optimizations have brought life to the various forge worlds.

A lot of technical and theoretical knowledge is tilted towards low-level priests.

So that they don't need to waste too much energy on some unimportant technologies.

According to the order of the Primarch, Cawl is optimizing the knowledge structure of the empire to ensure that human beings can once again arouse their hearts to explore the universe, rather than obsessed with finding the lost technology of the golden age.

With the promotion of these measures, Five Hundred Worlds will usher in a technological innovation every once in a while.

These innovative technologies will also indirectly affect the foundry, so as to produce more cost-effective individual equipment.

Of course, the various measures of the five hundred worlds have seriously violated many prohibitions of the Mechanic Church.

The old sects of the Adeptus Mechanicum continued to put pressure on the Ultramar sector during this time, demanding that they immediately stop this blasphemy against the God of Mechanics.

Mars even issued a war notice, demanding an immediate cessation of blasphemy.

Otherwise, they will take all necessary means to maintain the majesty of the God of Myriad Chances.

Guilliman has always been indifferent to this, and has not taken the conservative ideas and many protests to heart.

He asked Kaul to continue to form a new scientific research team, speed up the absorption and digestion of various technological knowledge he gave, and integrate the current technology of Mechanicus to enhance the strength of the empire.

Of course, Hawke has no way to touch these things.

He only knew that the later the Corps, the better the equipment.

There are even some regiments wearing a full set of exoskeletons, which are much more powerful than others.

"What are you thinking? Captain Hawke."

A crisp voice sounded, Hawk looked up, and a woman with red hair and blue eyes walked beside him.

The other party was holding a bottle of fruit wine from an unknown world.

The distance between galaxies and galaxies is too long.

It is impossible to specify a single galaxy for logistics procurement, but to adopt the principle of proximity.

"Major Cass." Hawk nodded in response.

"You haven't answered me yet, what are you thinking?" Cass shrugged and asked with a smile.

"I didn't think about anything, I was just thinking about whether the emperor would protect me tonight." Hawke laughed.

"The battle is over, do you still need the emperor's protection?"

Major Cass asked with a hint of curiosity.

"You and I understand that the war will never stop. I heard some new news. The Tyranid Zerg is coming, and their goal is the Charadon sector. Do you think the great Primarch will swing his troops to fight the Zerg?" ?”

Hawk took a sip of the wine in his hand, it was sweet and sour, and tasted very good.

I heard from several colleagues that this kind of alcohol has a great aftertaste.

If you drink too much, you won't be able to get up the next day.

"That's a matter of the future, there's absolutely no need for the Emperor to protect you tonight," Major Cass smiled.

"Because there is another battle tonight." Hawke said with a smile, "I just don't know if I can invite Miss Cass to be my opponent."

"Do people in Natal like to beat around the bush?" Cass laughed. "Besides, if you find me as an opponent, I am very worried that you will lose too quickly. The Emperor has no way to protect you."

"Even if the emperor does not bless you, I still have a great chance of winning."

Once a war breaks out, how quickly will the Star Militia be promoted? ?

Ordinary people can't believe it.

Being thrown on the battlefield today, as long as he can survive, he might be promoted to regiment leader.

This is a cold joke, but it also reflects how high the death rate of the Star Militia Army is.

The main enemies of the empire are Chaos, Zerg, Orcs, Necrons, and Dark Eldar. Once these powerful forces descend on a certain planet, they will start a terrible war.

At this time, the Ministry of the Interior will throw dozens, or even hundreds, of corps onto the battlefield.

It is extremely tragic to exchange human life for victory.

The death rate is as high as 100%.

To give an example, the Tyranids once attacked a place called the Krania galaxy.

To this end, the Ministry of Internal Affairs invested more than a hundred corps, and when they finally evacuated, less than one-tenth of the personnel remained, and half of them were still disabled.

In such a battle, the star army would be easily harvested like weeds.

Under such pressure, the hormonal activity between men and women is also very special.

They talked about love when they were on the rise, but they were ordinary people who no longer knew each other after the end.

Everyone understands that investing in emotions will only increase their sadness.

No one knows when death will come.

Hawke didn't understand it before, but now he understood it, and Cass understood it too.

The two looked at each other, and instantly understood each other's thoughts.

Cass drank the wine in his hand, turned and left.

Hawk also drank the wine in his hand and walked over with a smile.

If death is coming tomorrow, why not party today? ?

Vittoria galaxy.

This is a galaxy on the edge of the Charadon sector.

Under the rule of the Senate of Terra, the various worlds of the Empire adopted different systems.

Vittoria is a pure capital world.

Merchants are everything here, they are judges, magistrates, councilors.

Plutocratic families have ruled here for generations, and the planet Vitria has been shaped into their back garden and their factory.

Because of the existence of interstellar trade, the plutocrats don't care whether the common people and workers of Vitria can afford their products.

Their guests are nobles from other worlds.

There is no need for workers and civilians to digest industrial products.

The only function of the civilians in the world of Vitria is to provide cheap labor, and there is no other use for it.

Unemployment is high on Vitria, and people can only become homeless.

Because the supreme law here is that private ownership is sacrosanct.

Regardless of the reasons, private ownership laws cannot be violated at will.

And everything on Planet Vitria belongs to the plutocrats.

The commoners have nothing.

If it weren't for the express regulations of the empire, the ownership of all human colonized worlds belonged to the emperor.

I'm afraid these people don't even have the qualifications to wander, and they will be driven out of their cities by the chaebol.

The plutocrats also know that their rule is unpopular.

In order to maintain their rule, the chaebols spent a lot of money to build a powerful security team.

This security team is well-equipped, as well as biological transformation and mechanical prosthetic transformation, with powerful force, any rebellious behavior will be crushed by them.

But where there is oppression, there is resistance.

A free sect has formed in the city sewers of Vittoria.

Some believers with long foreheads and smooth scalps spread leaflets about freedom, equality, benevolence, and kindness among the crowd and homeless people.

In a hidden meeting place.

"We want to defeat those damned oppressors and snatch back the gift that the God-Emperor gave us. For the God-Emperor, we will sacrifice everything."

A man in a robe shouted.

Under his cry, other believers also followed suit.

"Let's pray to the great God-Emperor." The man pointed to the four-armed Emperor God statue painted with red paint on the wall. "We will bring salvation to this world."

Was delayed a bit, a bit late. Talk about problems in the group, sometimes the inspection is not detailed enough.