Lorgar studied Ahriman.
Obviously, the other party's words made him fall into a brief confusion.
"Against Guilliman?"
"Yes, he is entering the Eye of Terror," Ahriman said. "Under his control, the Empire is rising rapidly. We must take action to control the situation. You do not want him to come to you one day to seek revenge, Lord of the Word Bearers."
It would not be difficult to persuade Lorgar to join the anti-Guilliman alliance.
During the Great Crusade, Guilliman burned the City of Perfection, and the Emperor forced them to kneel down and admit their mistakes before the Ultramarines.
And Lorgar burned the world of Calth in the early days of the Horus Heresy, retaliating against the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, causing countless casualties.
The blood feud between the two sides has long been irreconcilable.
During the long ten thousand years of the Imperium, the Ultramarines considered the Word Bearers their number one enemy.
As long as they heard the news that the Word Bearers were around, they would go there and suppress them by any means necessary.
It will never end unless one side is completely defeated.
Once Guilliman rises, Lorgar's fate can be imagined.
Ahriman explained to Lorgar what Guilliman had accomplished over the years.
The empire was growing rapidly.
Various high-tech creations emerge in an endless stream.
Guilliman's expeditionary force swept away all political enemies and aliens who opposed him.
His power has reached the highest level in the empire in ten thousand years.
Unless the Emperor awakens, no one can shake his power.
This is true even if a loyal Primarch returns.
Ahriman didn't have to waste much time talking before Lorgar nodded and made his position clear.
"I agree. I will gather the Word Bearers to participate in the battle you speak of."
"This is for the best." Ahriman smiled. By now, the allied team to kill Guilliman had become very strong.
If nothing unexpected happens, Guilliman will have nowhere to escape.
The Eye of Terror will be his burial place.
After discussing the cooperation and some details, Ahriman sent Lorgar back to his cathedral.
Ahriman then ordered his fleet to leave while he prepared for a ceremony.
He knew that Guilliman had defeated Angron.
After sleeping for ten thousand years, Guilliman's power has become extremely terrifying for some unknown reasons.
If they are not careful, their plan may fail.
To be safe, some precautionary measures are necessary.
The big net full of fangs is ready.
The gears of fate have already started turning, and no one can resist the power of fate.
With the efforts of the gods and the people, Guilliman will surely fall in the Eye of Terror.
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Angron roared in anger, his heavy body running across the surface, making the ground tremble with every step.
He was blindly searching for Lorgar's trace, shouting that the other party was a coward.
Only after he confirmed that Lorgar was not on this planet did he leave in anger.
But Angron would not give up his revenge.
Whoever dares to play with the soul of the free gladiator of Nukelia will die.
His anger created a storm.
The Blood Servant transmits his will to the World Eaters, who are also dominated by the Blood God's eternal wrath.
The bond between the World Eaters and their Primarch was not severed, but rather strengthened over time.
For a long time, Angron fought alone.
But the Blood God is not only the god of killing, but also the god of war.
Every great demon has their own legion.
Angron was no exception. His obsession with the soul of the free gladiator of Nukelia allowed his reason to temporarily suppress the pain of the Butcher's Nails.
After an interval of ten thousand years, Angron summoned them again in a different way.
He vowed to make the Word Bearers, and Lorgar, pay.
The Blood God's wild laughter resounded throughout the entire warp.
Angron's pure rage brought the Blood God a long-lost sense of pleasure.
The Blood God craves more bloodshed.
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A great fleet travels through the Webway.
The scale is so huge that it makes everyone who sees it tremble with fear.
No force can stop such a fleet!
Countless unliving beings lurk in the Webway.
They howled as they rushed out of the mist, trying to break through the protection of Geller's force field with their weapons or claws.
But their power seems very powerless in the face of this exquisite creation of human technology.
No matter what they do, they can't break through the mysterious barrier.
If it was an old-style ship of the Empire, perhaps they could find some gaps and invade the interior of the cabin.
But now, every ship of the empire has undergone comprehensive transformation and upgrading, and has a stable power supply system and redundant backup.
In this situation, it is not an easy task to break through the defense of the imperial ships.
They could only watch the imperial ships pass by them, but they were powerless to do anything.
The Imperial ships were not without any action either.
After all, they were in the webway rather than the real subspace, and the interference force of the laws of physics was still very strong.
When the demonic tide is large enough to block the road, the artillery systems of many imperial ships will be activated.
Countless beams and missiles gushed out, launching round after round of blanket attacks.
The demons were covered in red animal skins or brass clips, howling, cursing, and drooling from their mouths.
They move their disarticulated legs with inhuman strength.
It swept in like a tide from the gray fog-filled webway.
They dragged huge axes and swords made of raw metal, covered with runes.
The imperial ships will spew out a firepower network composed of beams of light. The terrible beams will instantly vaporize the bodies of the monsters, causing them to die while howling.
Sometimes, the fleets pass through abandoned Eldar cities in the Webway.
Countless demons are entrenched on the towering sculptures of Eldar gods and those complex and huge spirit bone buildings.
When the fleet arrived, the demons lurking in the Eldar cities came out in droves and were smashed to pieces by the Imperial fleet.
Even the ancient cities were ravaged. Large sections of buildings collapsed under the devastating attack, and smoke and fog mixed together.
There were wreckage and broken demon bodies everywhere.
The monsters roared in impotent anger and uttered all kinds of vicious curses.
But they were powerless and could only watch as the human fleet passed through the webway, leaving behind a trail of demonic debris before sprinting away.
Inside Macragge's Glory, Guilliman, the Imperial Regent, sat in his strategy room.
Feel the tragic battlefield outside through the data.
The fog became thicker, and the interference from the subspace prevented many instruments from functioning properly.
But relying on primitive operations, humans still rely on the power of weapons to suppress the demons in the webway.
Before entering the Webway, Guilliman fully upgraded his fleet, bringing Perturabo's former firepower theory to its fullest extent, striving to inflict 200% overflow damage on every enemy.
Let those demons know what arrogance and cruelty are.
Natas also stood beside him, and the magic in his hand outlined a complex web map.
The webway is not fixed.
It changes all the time and everywhere.
Without mastering special secret methods, it would be difficult to find the correct path in the intricate network.
Natas immersed his mind in the complex changes of the Webway, following the guidance of his ancestors to find the path he needed.
The complex network looks like messy lines, mixed together and in a mess.
They are constantly changing, endlessly, and never the same.
No one can remember them all by memory.
Natas did not try to fight it violently, but instead let go of his mental defenses and allowed it to merge with himself.
Countless silk threads stretch into the depths of the fog, and no one can see where they end.
Relying on instinct, Natas went deeper along one of the paths.
His soul instantly crossed infinite time and space and traced back to the ancient history.
A glorious city built by countless sages at the beginning of the Eldar Empire.
Countless knowledge was collected from all over the Eldar Empire, compiled into books and preserved in those ancient crystal palaces.
The city went through endless years, from obscurity to the pearl of the empire, and finally slowly declined and was no longer remembered.
In its final days, it became the final residence of the survivors of the old era.
Most of the Eldar have forgotten the city that holds so much knowledge.
Those guys lost themselves in indulgence and had long forgotten that knowledge is the foundation of their lives.
Ultimately, they were consumed by the horror of their own depravity.
That city did not escape a terrible fate.
When Natas saw the numerous library buildings being attacked by the terrible ether storm.
Their former compatriots howled in despair and pain, turning into hideous monsters.
Natas felt a surge of pain in his heart, so intense that it almost suffocated him.
When Natas shed a tear for the suffering of his former compatriots, he gained recognition.
Under the guidance of his ancestors, Natas saw a clear path from the chaotic web.
The intricate web of paths was hidden at that moment, and the correct path shone in his soul's mind.
"I found it." Natas raised his head and said with sobs.
"Then take us there." Guilliman smiled and waved his hand to open the holographic strategic map. The dim projection light reflected Natus's face. "Take us there. In that case, our journey this time will be completed."
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"Lay down your weapons or die."
Titus stared at the demon hunter in front of him, his finger on the trigger of the grenade launcher, and spoke in a flat tone.
The original situation of peaceful coexistence was broken.
After receiving the order from the New Testament City, the demon hunter decided to strike first.
They invited the other party to a banquet and then took the opportunity to attack the Imperial exploration team.
The plan was perfect.
If successfully implemented, it would be a bloody dinner of victory.
But they underestimated the caution and force of the Imperial Exploration Team.
Their schemes seemed extremely ridiculous in the face of absolute power.
Not only did he fail to control those foreigners, but he also got himself into trouble.
It took less than half an hour for the entire town to be completely controlled by the empire.
The demon hunter team was broken up and had to fight on their own.
This puts them at an even greater disadvantage.
"This is our territory, you are just invaders." The demon hunter with a weapon looked at Titus in front of him and said angrily, "You are just lowly natives. Do you know who I am? I am a time traveler. Just because you are a native, you want me to surrender."
I have clearly traveled through time, so why am I still living such a miserable life!
Everything goes wrong!
In the previous life, I was overwhelmed by mortgages, car loans, and all kinds of superior people.
After traveling to this world, I have to engage in such a dangerous job of demon hunting!
We have to act according to the mood of the Church of the Lord of Suffering.
Before traveling through time, they were at the bottom of society, and after traveling through time, they were still the ones being played around with.
How frustrating this is!
It’s just a waste of time to travel through time!
"Everything that belongs to humans should be the territory of the Empire, and you should be the people of the Empire." Titus said calmly, "In the name of the Holy Regent Guilliman, I give you one last chance. Lay down your weapons or die."
Looking at the muzzle of the gun in the other party's hand, the demon hunter looked around and found that he no longer had any companions.
Although I am a time traveler, I feel so powerless facing these damn natives.
Their weapons were blocked by the invisible force field when they hit the opponent, and they couldn't even break the opponent's armor defense.
But if he surrendered, the power of the contract would bind him again, and he would inevitably be punished with a life worse than death.
Let’s do our best.
With a try, a bicycle can be turned into a motorcycle.
The time traveler jumped up, revealing murderous intent.
Titus pulled the trigger and the bullet whizzed out, hitting the opponent but failing to kill him.
Instead, the opponent turned into black mist in the air and dissipated into the air.
Being able to become a demon hunter means mastering certain extraordinary abilities.
Shadow stealth is the extraordinary ability mastered by this time traveler.
It allows him to turn into a shadow, hide in a special space, and wait for an opportunity to attack the enemy.
This extraordinary ability is very useful.
In previous battles, he killed many enemies with this extraordinary ability.
Unfortunately, this time he met Titus.
During his long service career, fighting against mutants and psykers was also one of Titus's tasks.
Ordinary people think that supernatural abilities are extremely powerful and that only supernatural beings can kill supernatural beings.
Just like humans in the feudal era worshipped starships as gods, believing that only gods possessed such power.
But in Titus's eyes, everything has a traceable path.
After obtaining the Emperor's Angel Engine, dealing with these individuals with extraordinary abilities became extremely easy.
Titus stood there, holding his breath, and using his keen senses to feel the surrounding atmosphere.
Then, the power sword in his hand slashed violently towards a certain place.
Along with a strong sound of breaking through the air, several streaks of blood burst out in the air.
The demon hunter who turned into black mist and disappeared was pierced by a sword, and his body was split into two.
The invisibility effect is broken.
The man looked at his body in disbelief as it was pierced and bleeding.
His shadow stealth was broken just like that!
How did the other party do it!
Obviously it has never happened before.
"I gave you a chance, fool." Titus walked up to the man. "Your resistance was inappropriate."
The entire town was quickly under control.
Compared with those time travelers, the Imperial Exploration Team has a greater military advantage.
All the church members were killed, and the surrendered demon hunters were also controlled.
"From today on, this town will become part of the Empire, and the glory of the Emperor will protect you."
In the square in the center of town, Saint Celestine said.
Her image is very sacred, with white wings behind her and a handsome face, making her look like a legendary angel.
The ragged townspeople were powerless to resist this change.
There was no way they could defeat the Primaris warriors born for war.
Resistance will only make the killing come faster.
In fact, taking control of the town is an inevitable thing.
Even if the New Testament City did not launch an attack, Celestine and others would look for a suitable opportunity to take control of the town.
After discussion, the imperial vanguard, which had figured out some of the rules of this world, decided to turn the town into an outpost for imperial colonization.
During this period of time, after exploration, they have discovered that this town is located in an extremely mineral-rich area, with a large number of minerals within a hundred kilometers.
With the help of technology, these minerals can be transformed into a variety of weapons and equipment, rapidly increasing their strength in this world.
The Mechanical Priest quickly took out the design drawings for transforming the town.
Those who refused to surrender soon met their tragic fate.
In the Empire, death is not the most terrible punishment.
The Mechanical Priests have enough means to enslave a creature that is unwilling to submit.
Those who are unwilling to obey will have their path to advancement.
The memories in their brains were cleared and machine slave programs were implanted, making these guys the most reliable laborers.
Even those who died were like this.
Their bodies were stitched together, spliced with steel and cable, to enable them to serve the Imperial cause.
Relying on their powerful combat capability, the Imperial advance team began to clear out the fog creatures in the surrounding area.
To the locals, the extremely terrifying and strange fog creatures are nothing compared to them.
There is nothing strange about the rotting zombies and monsters and the eerie whispers echoing in people's ears.
They are just manifestations of the overflow of chaotic power.
The mechanical priests quickly took out the design drawings and began to build the empire's first outpost colony in the alien universe.
They have a complete knowledge reserve, just like the STC standard construction template of the past, and can build a colony from scratch.
Large, roaring factories and food factories were built, and the townspeople were either sent to work in the factories or armed as soldiers.
They need more people.
The Mechanical Priest proposed to use cloning technology, but was directly rejected by Celestine. The Mechanical Priest was only allowed to clone various brains and mechanical servants, but not to clone humans with complete emotions.
Celestine's authority forced the Mechanical Priests to turn their attention to other towns. They decided to start a war to teach a lesson to those fools who dared to resist the Empire and to plunder enough people.
Soon, several towns fell and their populations were filled with factories and the army.
The news reached New Testament City that a larger-scale war was brewing.
As the situation escalates, the Imperial advance teams become busy. They need to fight for the interests of the Empire and extend the will of the Great Regent to this world.
However, Valerian, a member of the Custodes, did not participate in the action. He always acted alone.
Secretly investigating matters concerning the Lord of Suffering.
He interrogated the captured believers, resulting in several casualties.
Sometimes, he would sneak into uncontrolled towns to collect their secret files.