Luo Jia didn't say anything, but he could see the other party's expectation from his eyes.
The once perfect city has completely broken up the relationship between him and Guilliman.
After the Battle of Calth, there was no longer any brotherhood between them.
Even though they have the same blood and the same creator.
They were also destined to never reconcile.
Only when one side falls will this long-lasting hatred come to an end.
After hearing the words of these demon primarchs, Ahriman also nodded.
The plan went smoothly just as he had envisioned.
He successfully persuaded the three demon primarchs, Fulgrim, Perturabo and Lorgar, to participate in this incident.
In addition, there are Fabius, Aesius and other famous figures in the Eye of Terror.
The Eye of Terror is the territory of the Chaos Forces, and they fight here to gain more blessings.
This time, Guilliman was doomed to have no escape.
After finalizing the details of the operation, the wizards under Ahriman stopped releasing their power.
The projections of several demon primarchs disappeared, leaving only a shadow in their original place.
Strange whispers came from the shadows, as if the souls of the dead were whispering.
Ahriman was not on the same ship as the Daemon Primarchs.
At this time, he was standing on his flagship.
A mysterious ceremony is being prepared and will soon be completed.
Those strange whispers tell the ancient truth, tempting the wizards to give up their souls and flesh, promising to give them endless knowledge.
Ahriman was indifferent to this, he just glanced at the shadows.
As the ritual progressed, the power of the Warp grew stronger and began to distort the contents of the ship.
The air turned cold, and strange flesh and mucus adhered to the walls, growing as if they had life.
The shadows of the crew members also became active.
They twisted their limbs, intimidating those unfortunate people with fragile minds.
Ahriman resisted the urge to drive them off himself.
Now, he needs the masters behind these creatures to assist him in this mission.
In addition to the most well-known Chaos Gods, there are many unknown and terrifying existences in the Warp.
They are very ancient.
The real name has long been forgotten with the passage of time.
Wizards who have discovered the other party's true name and completed the sacrificial ritual can summon them and use their power to achieve their own goals.
Ahriman turned to look at the altar behind him.
The Thousand Sons Sorcerer had already carved a huge Chaos Rune into the floor.
Several Word Bearers warriors dressed in human skins brought up some weak mortals.
The unprotected mortal stumbled onto the altar.
The Word Bearers drew their daggers and slit their throats one by one.
"don't want."
"Please."
"Leave us alone."
The mortals cried and knelt on the ground begging for mercy, hoping to survive.
But the Word Bearers have no mercy.
They killed the mortals one by one, turning their pleas for mercy into screams.
Blood spilled onto the floor, where chaos runes were carved.
The fear of dying mortals and the desperate death caused the hungry creatures of the Warp to shout with excitement.
The Word Bearers wooed these long-forgotten beings with blood and souls.
They chanted ancient spells.
A malevolent chill filled the shadowy corners.
The creatures of the Warp burrowed into the corpses like worms, competing to devour the souls of the dead.
The battleship was shrouded in whispers from the shadows.
Ahriman held the scepter in his hand and watched the sacrificial ceremony taking place.
Then he looked to another place.
Several Thousand Sons wizards are channeling the power drawn by the sacrifice.
In the center of the hall, the outer orbit of the Echidonic Sphere is rotating around the central sphere.
The Echidral Sphere is like a huge armillary sphere, a primitive heliocentric model.
Those metal tracks represent the orbits of celestial bodies.
The first round of sacrifices ended quickly.
The Chi-Ki Zodiacal began to spin, and Ahriman could feel a mysterious and powerful force approaching.
The zodiac signs will match, the stars will sing, blood will be offered as a sacrifice, and the power of God will appear on earth.
Ahriman's staff glowed with light, and he whispered ancient spells from the Book of Magnus, leveraging the mysterious powers of the Warp.
The Word Bearers carried out a second round of sacrifices, this time on an even greater scale.
The sacrifices were brought up.
A total of 1,248 mortals.
Each of them is a spark connected to the Warp.
The identities of these captives plundered from the empire varied.
There are descendants of the rulers of the planet.
There are penniless beggars.
There are good men and women.
There are violent, lewd, and evil people.
There are also those who are desperate and fallen.
The silent Word Bearers, holding blood-stained weapons, walked among the trembling, weeping mortals.
They chanted ancient prayers and smeared blessed ashes on the sacrifices with their hands.
The cries echoed throughout the ancient hall.
Let those subspace creatures laugh even more wildly
Ahriman immersed his mind in the sea of souls, guiding that terrible power to achieve his goal.
It feeds on war, fueled by fear and the blood of the dead.
It is despair rooted in hope.
It was once the end legend of a race.
This existence is mysterious and powerful, nowhere to be found, yet everywhere.
Ahriman used his soul to communicate with the other party, promised the other party benefits and sacrifices, and sought the assistance of that terrible power.
"Dedicate your blood and soul to it." Ahriman's voice was very low.
After receiving his order, the Word Bearers and Thousand Sons Sorcerers who were moving among the sacrifices took action immediately.
The speed is so fast that it is hard to see clearly.
Kill those sacrifices just as you would kill cattle or sheep.
The one thousand two hundred and forty-eight dead caused the mysterious being to cry out in excitement.
All of these dead were potential psychics.
It is the favorite food of sub-space creatures.
Their deaths earned Ahriman cooperation with the other party.
As the death screams of these mortals poured out into the Warp, a terrible power poured out.
The ether storm quickly brewed and surged in the warp.
The Human Empire fleet, which was originally bombarding the surface monsters in the low-Earth orbit of the Planet of Knowledge, detected an abnormally powerful psychic signal.
The auspicious device emitted a harsh beeping sound, and the machine slaves howled in pain due to the sudden surge in data flow.
The psychic shed tears of blood, his weak body fell to the ground, and he howled in extreme pain.
The crazy force squeezed their brains so fiercely that it seemed to crush them.
Brahe watched the signal level increase all the way, the numbers changing so fast it seemed like they were out of control.
He turned to where the communications director was and roared loudly.
"Connect me to the Imperial Regent immediately, quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Macragge's Glory began to shake violently, spinning at a high speed like a gyroscope.
Brahe used his strong hands to hold on to the throne so as not to be thrown out.
Others were not so lucky. They were thrown away and hit hard against other things.
The connected data cables held them in a death grip, which was a huge pain.
Those cables are implanted directly into the cortex.
That is the most vulnerable part of the human body.
Even with emergency equipment, it is difficult to escape the pain of torn nerves.
Two crew members shed tears of blood. Their eyelids were torn off by the cables and their eyes were covered in blood.
"Sir." A crew member looked up from the control screen, his voice full of fear and anxiety.
"What happened?" Brahe looked at the crew member and asked.
"We, we were thrown away from the Planet of Knowledge. The warp storm threw us away from the Planet of Knowledge, and the Imperial Regent was left there."
The crew member even started to cry as he spoke the last part.
They failed to fulfill their duties and left their master alone in danger.
The usually steady Brech's legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees.
As an old captain with many years of service, his military proficiency is definitely no less than any commander under Guilliman.
That warp storm must have been planned long ago.
It was to separate them from the Imperial Regent.
Next… ... ... .
Blech couldn't imagine what the enemy was going to do.
If the other party succeeds, he will die.
His voice was trembling. "Quick, check our position. We need to go back. No matter what the cost, we must go back immediately."
Brahe's voice was filled with fear and crying.
All the crew members realized the sinister intention behind throwing them into this place, and they all couldn't help but feel fear.
What should humans do if something happens to the Imperial Regent
Who will lead them
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The terrible storm threw the ships of the Imperial Fleet all over the place.
The space that had originally been dominant was suddenly taken away from the enemy.
On the ground, Guilliman had penetrated deep into the Eldar city.
Natas walked in front of the team holding a staff.
Following the guidance of the Eldar Great Prophet Eldrar, he led Guilliman and others deep into the ruined city.
See the remains and bones in the city, as well as various Eldar vehicles and war machines fallen to the ground.
Seeing this scene reduced to ruins, a trace of sadness emerged in Natas' heart.
Those painful years were something that many of the Eldar prophets did not want to recall.
They took the wrong path, which led to that terrible disaster.
The Eldar lost everything.
In the days ahead, they must be cautious.
Otherwise, the Eldar will face complete destruction.
Guilliman, holding the Emperor's Sword, strode behind Natus, not paying attention to the prophet's thoughts.
He looked around, alert for any possible threats.
Guilliman is already very powerful, and those demons are no match for him.
But Guilliman understood that nothing in this world was invincible.
Arrogance will only lead to one's own destruction.
The way to win the game is to be cautious when necessary and to be tough when necessary.
The city ruins are very magnificent, and the remaining buildings give one a glimpse of its former prosperity.
Sicarius and Grand Master Mangagor led their respective troops and formed a defensive formation with Guilliman at the center.
As they went deeper into the center of the city, the beast-like howling sounds began again.
The devil is coming.
They broke the previous silence, gathered together, howled and screamed, and pounced on Guilliman and his party.
Seeing the demon appear, Sicarius was the first to rush forward and smashed the monster in front with one sword.
Grand Master Mangago did not dare to show weakness, and he quickly smashed a monster to pieces with the hammer in his hand.
Guilliman's personal guards and the Grey Knights cooperated with each other while competing secretly.
If you kill one demon, I will kill two.
In front of their lord, the guards naturally cannot show weakness. They have to prove that as the guards of the empire's regent, they are the strongest.
The Grey Knights refused to admit defeat, as hunting demons was their full-time job.
I am outclassed by you in my professional field. Will I still be able to make it in the future
Wouldn't the Grey Knights be replaced by the Blue Knights
Guilliman did not take action, nor did he care about the competition between the two sides.
He followed Natas and headed for the city's greatest secret.
Soon, they came to an altar in front of a sculpture of the Eldar goddess of life.
The altar had fallen into disrepair over the years and was covered with a thin layer of strange flesh and blood.
Guilliman ordered the accompanying Grey Knights to raise their flamethrowers and burn the flesh and blood, revealing the original appearance of the altar.
Natas stepped forward, cut his palm, smeared it on the runes, and chanted ancient prayers.
Accompanied by the rumbling sound from the altar.
An underground secret passage appeared in front of everyone.
Guilliman followed Natus inside.
They moved quickly, crossing the huge stone archway and heading deeper into the cave.
The Eldar use unique crystals and wraithbones to record their knowledge.
Now, many of those crystals have been broken and the spiritual bones are scattered all over the ground.
These are all precious knowledge and technologies of the Eldar.
They were just lost.
The Eldar may never be able to recover them.
The roads in the underground knowledge base are very complicated. The only thing to be thankful for is that there are many runes that can restrain the subspace. These runes are still effective even after so much time has passed.
The devil doesn't like being in this place.
Under the guidance of Natas, Guilliman and his party easily found a hexagonal room.
The room was very hidden, and had various hidden runes carved into it.
Natas smeared blood on a small sculpture of a god, opening up a hidden miniature space.
An exquisite box was taken out from it.
A piece of crystal, emitting a faint halo, just floated inside the box.
The crystal contains the Eldar's Webway technology.
This technology was once believed to be lost by the Eldar Empire, but unexpectedly a prophet had already recorded the ancient knowledge and hid the crystals here, waiting for the day when the Eldar would decline and quickly revive with the help of this technology.
The crystal is beautiful, emitting a glow like moonlight.
Hazy and pure.
Natus glanced at it for a few moments before closing the box and handing it to Guilliman.
"I'll give this to you first. Once you've mastered the knowledge contained in it, you can return it to the Eldar."
The Eldar have been shattered, the major Craft Worlds are barely surviving, the Dark Eldar have gone mad, and are still continuing the indulgence and madness that existed before the fall of the Eldar Empire.
Even if they mastered the technology of the Webway, the Eldar would not be able to build it.
They don't have enough resources and manpower to do this.
Guilliman had just taken the box.
The voice of his communications officer was heard over the line, sounding extremely frightened, as if he was terrified.
"Sir, a traitor army appeared from nowhere and took control of low Earth orbit. Our fleet disappeared for unknown reasons."
Guilliman had not yet had time to make arrangements.
Sicarius, who stayed on the ground, also sent news.
"My lord, it is the demon primarch. They have teleported into the city with the help of evil sorcery."
Guilliman frowned at this and handed the box to the guard beside him, then turned and walked towards the exit.
It is obvious that the other party came prepared.
The disappearance of the fleet is probably related to those guys.
Guilliman was moving very fast, much faster than when he came in.
When he walked out of the tunnel, he heard the voices of the demon primarchs.
The ground forces suffered heavy casualties under the horrific attack of the Daemon Primarch.
Even Sicarius was knocked away several times in a row, smashing many buildings.
"Where is that timid coward Guilliman? Tell him to come and see me." Fulgrim stabbed a Grey Knight with his sword, laughed grimly, and picked him up.
“He must have escaped!
"Lorgar also spoke.
"A bunch of damn rats." Guilliman strode forward, the Emperor's sword in his hand already activated.
Seeing Guilliman appear, Fulgrim, who was originally slaughtering other warriors, swam over with his snake-like body.
"It's been a long time since we last met, Guilliman. I didn't expect you to be alive. Do you miss the battle of Thessara? Just like today, you were foolish enough to fall into the trap and make yourself miserable. Unfortunately, you are not so lucky this time. Will you die here today?"
“Just you?” said Guilliman.
"No, I know you have gained new power. Perhaps you can defeat me. Unfortunately, this time it is not a one-on-one fight, but you are facing three of us alone." Fulgrim held swords in all four arms and said mockingly, "Three against one, do you think you can win?"
Guilliman was just about to sneer at the other party.
Another voice arrived on the battlefield one step ahead of him.
"You are wrong. It's not three to one, but five to three. Idiots, do you think you are the only ones who can play conspiracies and despicable tricks?"
Countless dark crows hovered over the battlefield, their tone full of sarcasm.
"I, Corax, Lord of the Ravens, am also good at this."