"Does the Emperor behave differently to different people and different races?"
Guilliman opened a sealed gate, revealing a stasis field.
It is indeed a waste to use such a precious force field device to store a slightly yellowed book.
"Every god is like this. Their faces are ever-changing and there is no fixed look." Natas said, "They have different faces for different people."
"So what do you think God is?" Guilliman turned off the force field.
Took out the book.
The book looks very old.
The traces of history accumulated over the years can be seen with just the eyes.
"No one can really say what gods are. Chaos traitors firmly believe that gods are the future of the galaxy, while we Eldar see them as hungry monsters. Hypocrisy is the essence of divinity, and they are the embodiment of lies. Their ability to grant blessings makes them look divine in some primitive minds, but they are harmful to mortal life. Whether it is a god in matter or a god in chaos, they only bring fear. They regard us as playthings and ultimately destroy us."
Natas said, "The saddest thing about us is that we cannot escape the control of the gods, and even need the help of the gods to gain a place in this galaxy. We are awakening the god of death, and you are under the protection of the emperor. This is the most ironic thing about this matter. We hate chaos, but we must seek their help."
Guilliman placed the book on the long table and displayed it in front of Natus.
Being proficient in human writing, he saw the name on the cover of the book at a glance.
Book of Lorgar
"This book is my brother's old work. In it he expounded on the divinity and the evidence that the Emperor is God. At the time, my father denied this claim and ordered me to burn the Perfect City. He later retaliated against me by launching the Battle of Calth."
Guilliman spoke in a calm tone as he recounted the battle in the past where the Ultramarines were badly damaged by the Word Bearers.
"To be honest, I suggest you not to delve too deeply into this matter. Exploring this matter is beyond my ability, and it is not something that the psychics under your command can handle. If you plan to build a webway, then build it, and I will guide you to the Planet of Knowledge." Natus said, "It is best to pretend to be ignorant before you are able to solve some problems."
"Very good advice," Guilliman said with a smile. "Thank you for sharing so much with me."
"We are allies. This kind of thing is my responsibility. I promised Eldrar that I would help you to the best of my ability."
"I also firmly believe that our alliance is indestructible. You can go, Prophet. I need to be alone and calm down." Guilliman said.
Natas nodded and walked towards the door.
The heavy hatch was slowly opened, and Guilliman watched Natus walk out.
At the door, the Eldar bodyguards who were standing with their own Honor Guards saw Natas coming out and gathered around him.
There were four in total, all wearing black armor, with wraithbone masks on their faces and Avengers' feather crowns on their heads.
Allowing armed aliens to roam a warship is shocking in every sense of the word.
Only the Imperial Regent dares to do this; others would easily attract the attention of the Inquisition.
Today, Guilliman has carried out some reforms on major institutions of the Empire.
However, the inquisitors of the Tribunal still have a very low tolerance for aliens.
Guilliman sat in his seat, closed his eyes, and continued to think about whether there were any mistakes or omissions in his overall plan.
I wonder what happened to Mordor’s exploration team!
Such a thought suddenly popped into Guilliman's mind.
The alien universe plan implemented by the Mordo Exploration Team is just a cover for the firewall plan, but its significance is also extraordinary.
Once we are able to travel to other universes, it means that traveling across different universes is indeed a feasible thing.
Each universe can be described as a country, and civilization is the people of this country.
Different universes are different countries.
Citizens who are able to travel to other countries will see a qualitative improvement in their knowledge and cognition, which is a great benefit to the empire.
It's a pity that up to now, I only know that the Modo Exploration Team has set off, and no news has been sent back so far.
Guilliman speculated that those guys might have reached other universes.
He had been deep into the subspace before.
But time passed very slowly.
So much time has passed, but Celestine and others have not withdrawn.
Either you die in it, or you can't exit.
Either it has already arrived in another universe, which would have taken so long.
Guilliman hoped it was the latter.
Being able to travel to other universes means endless possibilities.
The growth ceiling of the human empire will also be increased.
Guilliman stood up, turned off the projection in front of him, and walked out.
Under the protection of the Glory Guards, go to your own secret space.
Enter the password as usual and enter the underground prison with layers of defense.
Priests and inquisitors guard the demons here.
After the reconstruction surgery, Vincent Horn's complexion has improved a lot, but his white hair is still very conspicuous.
Standing in front of Cherubel's cell door, Guilliman heard the other party's dog-licking greeting.
"Great Imperial Regent, respected Lord of Ultramar, great thirteen primarchs, beloved Ultimate Monarch, your loyal servant Cherubel welcomes you."
"It is indeed a little incomprehensible for a demon to talk about loyalty." Guilliman said with mockery in his tone.
"No, sir, this is the manifestation of your invincible charm. You have conquered me. Now my admiration for you is as endless as the starlight and as unstoppable as the boundless ocean of ether."
Cherubel, who was bound by countless chains, said this sincerely.
Take a small notebook to write down what happened today.
When I, the great Demon Prince, endure the humiliation and regain my freedom, I will make this kid repay me ten thousand times.
"I haven't seen you for a few days. Your writing skills have improved a lot." Guilliman said.
"It is all thanks to your training that I can now turn over a new leaf and become a demon again. I have decided to dedicate my demon life to you, the great man. Please command me as you wish, my lord. The humble Cherubel will never have any complaints."
"Okay, no more nonsense. How is Mortarion doing recently
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Guilliman did not continue to waste time talking to the Demon Prince.
It is better to believe that Khorne will do a striptease than to believe that a demon will be loyal.
"My lord, Maka has sent me a message that they have arrived in the Ultramar Sector. Soon, the flames of war will ignite, and the plague servants from the Ghoul Sector will enter your kingdom."
"Is it finally coming
"Guilliman narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking quickly.
After solving the problem of the Webway, we returned to Ultramar to beat up Mortarion, and then prepared to use the lighthouse to go to the dark side of the empire.
Guilliman asked a few more questions about the Mortarion fleet, then asked another question.
“How much do you know about the Eye of Terror!
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"Eye of Terror?" Cherubel couldn't help but repeat Guilliman's words.
"Yes, the Eye of Terror," Guilliman reiterated his question.
Now, the fleet is heading towards the Eldar Webway entrance.
Simply follow the Webway and you will enter the Eye of Terror directly, reaching the many lost planets of the Eldar in the Eye of Terror.
Of course, there will inevitably be various battles along the way.
Guilliman had to gather intelligence at this time, and natives of the Warp like Cherubel were undoubtedly the best source of intelligence.
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The fog surged, rolling like waves.
A strange voice came from the depths of the dark fog, filled with bloodthirsty desire.
The twisted plants and animals cast strange shadows under the light.
From time to time, strange gusts of wind would blow by, filled with a faint fishy smell that made people feel nauseous.
A train with a strong industrial atmosphere rumbled over the rotten plants and moved forward along the rails.
Fixed with iron bars and sharp thorns, it looks like a mobile city defense fortress.
The huge engine rumbled, and the forklift mounted on the front crushed the rotting vegetation that had grown onto the tracks.
On the roof, there are two rotatable manual Gatling guns.
The four fighters swallowed their saliva from time to time and looked at the fog vigilantly.
At the slightest movement, they would turn their machine guns and aim at that place.
The others were also afraid to breathe and were holding various weapons.
Qiu Chen, who was in charge of the team, was watching everything around him.
He held a revolver engraved with the sacrificial runes of the Lord of Suffering and a rapier tightly in his hands.
The first rule of survival in the fog: never let your guard down.
There are many monsters in the fog, and there are also some humans chasing after the fog.
Those humans were madmen who worshipped the Mist and the monsters within it as truth.
I believe that only by immersing yourself in it wholeheartedly can you be saved.
Those crazy people will cause a lot of trouble to the town.
They would sneak into towns and spread all kinds of misleading information.
Qiu Chen had personally executed several of them.
Due to the teachings of the Lord of Suffering, they cannot reject those Mist believers who have returned to the right path and can only do some preventive work afterwards.
A low roar came from the depths of the fog.
Then, a huge monster crawled out of the fog.
It has bony swords in its hands.
Seven or eight disc-sized eyes blinked on the smooth head.
Revealing hatred and a desire to kill.
The multiple mouths roared like wild beasts, and saliva dripped from the sharp teeth.
The back is covered with dense bone spurs that are black iron in color. Each one is the size of a fist and looks extremely sharp.
When they saw the monster, fear suddenly emerged in the hearts of everyone on the train.
Even in the dangerous fog, it is difficult to encounter such a huge monster.
Relying on his years of combat experience, Qiu Chen immediately opened fire in that direction.
With the sound of gunshots, bullets carrying the power of blessing hit the monster's deformed body.
The monster roared in pain and anger, and began to run.
It was like a mountain of flesh was running, and the entire ground was shaking.
Everyone opened fire, and dense bullets hit the monster.
But there was still no way to stop the monster from crashing into the train.
With a bang, the whole train shook violently.
The tentacle emitting disgusting mucus climbed up the carriage, and its sharp limbs instantly pierced two fighters operating the hand-cranked Gatling guns, piercing them, lifting them high up, and then throwing them into the fog.
Only two screams were heard, and then there was no more sound from them.
Several men worked together to turn a cannon, stuffed the shells into the barrel, and fired at the monster.
The blessed shells exploded on the monster's body, and rancid flesh and blood splattered everywhere, sticky like protoplasm.
The monster made a sound of pain, but it didn't die.
It's just too big.
Continuous attacks made it even more violent.
Screams came out of several mouths, making people's eardrums feel like they were about to burst.
The monster squirmed its huge body and slammed into the train again, almost derailing it.
Brandishing the weapon with bone swords and spikes, he continued to attack the carriage.
The sharp iron thorns and brambles make every attack of it leave scars.
But the carriage was also damaged and riddled with holes.
Qiu Chen jumped up from the carriage and rushed towards the monster with his agile movements.
The daily work of a demon hunter is training.
They all possess excellent fighting skills.
Chanting the name of the Lord of Suffering, Qiu Chen brandished the sword in his hand, quickly cutting off those huge tentacles that were too big for one person to hold in his arms.
However, the monster is much more powerful than him.
A huge mouth spewing fangs and acidic bile leaped towards him.
Qiu Chen jumped up to avoid the terrible attack, but the monster seized the opportunity while he was in mid-air.
Another tentacle came at him.
Even so, he just blocked the opponent's attack path with his sword.
But the heavy force still knocked him flying and he fell heavily to the ground.
Those disgusting plants seemed to have life and crawled towards him.
In just a few breaths, the branches and leaves of the sticky lake climbed up his limbs.
Qiu Chen could feel the happiness of those rotten plants. They were eager to absorb Qiu Chen's fresh flesh and soul and make him a part of the rotten world.
There was a rustling sound in the fog.
Rotting monsters crawled out of the mist.
Their shapes are different.
The only thing they had in common was rot, as if they had been stuck in the mud for many years.
Some of the bones had turned black, and the swollen flesh was filled with wriggling maggots.
Each monster had a swollen body, with a lot of disgusting mucus flowing on its surface.
You can smell the stench even from a few meters away.
A rotten, worm-filled arm broke through the rotten surface, trying to grab the fallen Qiu Chen.
In the fog, as long as you reveal your weakness, those hungry monsters will swarm in, endlessly.
Qiu Chen waved the sword in his hand, and golden light flowed on the sword.
Those monsters were like butter cut by a hot sword.
When he just got up, the huge monster suddenly exerted force and overturned the train, which was still running at high speed.
The people in the train cried out in despair.
Qiu Chen's expression also turned ugly. Without the train, the risk factor in the fog would rise sharply.
A man repeatedly shoots at a rotting zombie that is walking towards him.
But bullets hitting the opponent's body can only take away the rotten flesh and blood.
Even with the blessing, you have to hit the head to achieve the greatest killing effect.
But the man was already in a state of extreme panic. It was very difficult for him to even remember to shoot, let alone aim at the head.
Walking up to the man, the zombie raised the rotten sword in his hand.
Faced with the threat of death, the man's vagina suddenly enlarged.
But the zombie's rotten sword did not stab down. Instead, a giant sword flashing with arcs of electricity cut the zombie in half.
A woman with short golden hair and wearing armor was standing behind the zombies. It was she who saved the man.
"For the Emperor, for Guilliman." She crushed the zombie's head with one foot, raised the weapon in her hand, and shouted like some kind of oath.
The man looked at this scene in amazement.
He could naturally recognize that these people were the mysterious people who suddenly appeared in the church.
Those travelers said they were advanced civilizations from other planets.
"For Guilliman." Titus suddenly dropped from a high altitude, and with the help of the potential energy brought by gravity, he stabbed the power sword in his hand into the monster's body and cut it directly.
The monster let out a shrill scream.
The limb waved in pain, making a whistling sound in the air.
Qiu Chen, who was rushing over, showed a hint of shock on his face.
He watched those mysterious people suddenly appear on the battlefield and then crush the monsters with ease.
Those mysterious people are beyond the imagination of mortals.
Even the travelers who traveled to this world do not have such terrifying power as the other party.
The monsters, smelling the fresh flesh and blood, swarmed in like a tide.
But those guys are like an indestructible dam.
The wave formed by the monsters crashed directly in front of them.
Qiu Chen couldn't see the killing process clearly because it was too fast.
They had all given up on using ranged weapons and were all using melee weapons covered in electric current.
At their speed, thermal weapons have lost most of their effectiveness.
Those rotten monsters that emerged like nightmares fell down in large numbers like weeds in front of a sharp sickle.
They are more monsters than monsters.
In front of them, those monsters who treated humans as playthings and food were just ants that could be killed at will.
Qiu Chen only felt that the gap between himself and those guys was like a chasm, a gap that could not be bridged by willpower, courage, skills or the like.
The battle is over.
There were only countless wreckages on the battlefield.
Even the huge monster was chopped into a pile of disgusting rotten meat.
They put away their weapons, and the blue electricity disappeared from them.
"It seems that your situation is not very good." Titus walked in front of Qiu Chen.
In close comparison, Qiu Chen felt the opponent's huge size.
As huge as a little giant that came out of a myth.
What kind of power is needed to create these invincible giants
They are like a weapon specially forged for war.
A trace of relief emerged in Qiu Chen's heart. At least now they were not enemies.
"Why are you here?" Qiu Chen put away his demon-hunting sword and exorcist pistol and asked the giant in front of him.
As a time traveler, he is still somewhat arrogant.
Although I can't be as domineering as those great people who travel through time, I can still be neither humble nor arrogant.
"We are following the railway to explore the situation of this world and search for minerals and resources." Titus said, "The situation of this world is not good. The power of ether has infected the space-time structure here. If we can't find the right means, it will be difficult to drive away these strange forces."
"The power of ether?" Qiu Chen was a little confused when he heard this unfamiliar term.
"Aether is the power of the Warp. This world has been polluted by Chaos. The power of the Warp permeates here and creates these monsters." Titus explained, "In a world polluted by Chaos, all kinds of bizarre things will happen that cannot be viewed with common sense."
"You call the power of the fog ether?" Qiu Chen finally understood what the other party meant. The fog and various strange creatures they were talking about were ether.
"These are not fogs, they just look like fog. The void world pours ether currents into the real universe, which will produce this fog-like effect." Titus did not know as much about the Warp as the think tanks. As a member of the exploration team, he only knew some necessary knowledge to avoid getting into trouble in the Warp and not knowing how to save himself.
"You know a lot about these things?" Qiu Chen wanted to know more. The demon hunters also did in-depth research on the fog, but their conditions were too limited. They only knew that the fog contained terrible power, but they didn't know what the fog was and what the mechanism of those powers was.
"Chaos is the enemy of every civilization. It is the original force that created the universe, and it is also the behind-the-scenes force that drives the destruction of civilization. We have been fighting against them, but the situation has always been bad. It was not until the return of the Great Regent that we slowly turned the situation around."
Titus looked at the mortal in front of him and explained patiently.
Compared with him, the other party is not worth mentioning.
If he wanted to, he could kill the other person in one breath.
But this mortal has a strong will and soul inside, which is admirable and worth Titus' time to give him some guidance.
The truly strong and noble people are not divided by their strength, but by their heart.
When Qiu Chen encountered a crisis, he did not run away, but fought.
This undoubtedly represents his fearless courage.
"Can these things be defeated?" Qiu Chen asked, pointing into the depths of the fog.
"Of course, Chaos is powerful, but it is not invincible." Titus said, "We are looking for a way to defeat it once and for all, so that humanity can escape its dark fate."
"The great Imperial Regent will lead us to this end."