The lower cabins of the Macragge's Glory are heavily fortified and under close surveillance.
It can be said that it is the most core protection area of the entire Queen of Glory-class battleship.
Guilliman designed the highest level of security for it.
Anti-subspace force fields, holy runes, various physical technologies and psychic means were applied there.
If you want to infiltrate and attack from the outside, unless you destroy the entire Queen of Glory-class battleship, it will be a pipe dream to enter the bottom cabin.
The lower cabins are filled with Guilliman's secrets.
Every leak would cause an uproar.
In addition to the degraded Kaul who is similar to a personality clone, another important secret is that he and Vincent Horn imprisoned demons and forced the demons to sign a slave contract with him.
This kind of radical behavior, once exposed, will inevitably cause a strong reaction from the people of the empire.
The dungeon is filled with the remnants of a large number of enslaved demons.
So far, many demons have been forced by Guilliman to sign unconditional slave contracts.
In the face of Guilliman's powerful force, the demons had no power to resist.
The absolute annihilation effect of the Emperor's Sword also terrified the demons.
They signed various treaties that were considered to be inhumane under humiliation and were forced to serve Guilliman and collect intelligence and various information for him.
A lot of information about the Warp was obtained by Guilliman by torturing demons in the dungeon.
After the Battle of Lore, Lorgar, Perturabo, and Fulgrim were also imprisoned here, becoming cellmates with the demon prince Cherubel and being guarded by Vincenthorn.
Runes to suppress demons are carved everywhere in the dungeon.
Even the Daemon Primarch would find it difficult to resist the power of so many runes.
Trapped in his own prison.
In addition, there are various force field devices that isolate the subspace.
The Daemon Primarch was unable to obtain nourishment from the Warp and was extremely weak, unable to escape his cage like a mortal.
The arrival of Guilliman and others made Lorgar, Perturabo and Fulgrim very embarrassed.
Attack them with all kinds of crazy words.
Guilliman glanced at them. "A bunch of prisoners, yet they are still shouting and yelling. Don't you feel the humiliation of being a loser?"
The words were very indifferent, but they almost made the three Demon Primarchs explode.
"Guilliman, the day will come when you will pay for your hubris," Fulgrim screamed.
"You have said it before." Guilliman smiled. "You said in the Vitria system that I would pay for this. Unfortunately, you were wrong. Now it is your turn to pay the price, Fulgrim. You have lost and become my prisoner. You will be caged and sent back to Terra, hung on the walls of the Imperial Palace, and spurned by countless citizens of the Empire."
When the Zerg invaded the Charadon sector in the past, Calgar was ordered to resist in the Vitria system.
The battle was very difficult.
Karga almost died there.
It was Guilliman who arrived in time and rescued Calgar.
Fulgrim used the captured planetary governors to present the cursed wreath to Guilliman in a victory parade.
"Do not forget that you have been defeated by me. You will always be defeated by me, Guilliman." Fulgrim roared while being bound by countless iron chains blessed by the Emperor. "Soon, the whole Imperium will know your miserable state."
Guilliman smiled even more happily. "Who knew that I was defeated by you? The right to revise the history books is in my hands, and the people believe what I say. My words are the truth of history. Who can doubt me? Do you think they will believe a traitor, or a regent of the Empire who saved them and is so outstanding?"
"You are locked in a cage, exhibited like a pitiful animal, and even a three-year-old child can spit in your face. Do you think you can make them believe that you have defeated me? They will only believe more in your despicable behavior, using brotherhood to plot against a great hero, and only luckily won a temporary victory. They will despise you even more."
Fulgrim shook his long and twisted head frantically, roaring hysterically at Guilliman, saying humiliating words like "Guilliman, you are shameless."
Guilliman stood before Fulgrim. "Remember the battle at Thessara. You were so arrogant, Fulgrim."
After coughing twice, Guilliman imitated Fulgrim's tone and said the words that the other had said at that time.
"I am no longer a resident of this grey world, but a creature of the Warp that shines brightly. How foolish you are to believe in the lie that you can defeat the gods. Look at your miserable state. Even if you kill Horus, the Imperium is doomed. Surrender, Guilliman, surrender at the feet of the great god of joy, and indulge like me until the day when the universe is destroyed."
Guilliman imitated it perfectly, vividly showing Fulgrim's arrogance during the Battle of Thessara.
Compared with the prisoners today, it is undoubtedly a huge irony.
Corax, Dorn and the others all laughed.
Fulgrim was shaking with anger. As the god of pleasure, he had become the laughing stock of these bastards.
But he could do nothing, not even break free from the chains on his body.
The only thing I can do is to open my eyes wide and look at those who are laughing at me with hatred and hostility.
But that would do nothing, it would only make Corax and the others happier.
"Fulgrim also declared during the Battle of Terra that he would stand on the ruins of the Imperial Palace, enter the Imperial Palace, and overlook the entire Terra at his feet." Dorn added, making the Primarchs laugh even louder.
Hearing Dorn's words, even the usually silent Vincent Horn laughed.
The same is true for other pastors.
How arrogant and rampant they were in the past, how miserable and ironic it is to be a prisoner now.
Guilliman looked at Dorn seriously, "Brother, the great Fulgrim has fulfilled his lofty ambitions. He is indeed preparing to take over Terra. He will be hung on the highest defense tower of the palace wall, overlooking the entire Terra. As long as he is hung high enough, he can indeed overlook the entire Terra."
"In that case, wouldn't the great Fulgrim have fulfilled his lifelong wish? He is truly amazing. He has accomplished a great cause that even Horus could not do." Corax also changed his tone and spoke in the tone of those lunatics during the Great Crusade.
Ferrus and Leman Russ also imitated the weird tone and started to mock.
All the big words that Fulgrim had said after the Siege of Horus were repeated.
It was an all-round whipping of his soul.
puff!
Fulgrim only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The whole person fainted.
Under the humiliation of several primarchs, he finally fainted, otherwise he would have become even more angry.
"What a piece of rubbish. What kind of mood did he have when he said those words?" Looking at the unconscious Fulgrim, Ferrus shook his head. "Arrogant and foolish enough to think he had found the truth."
“Aren’t all those idiots so arrogant!
For example, this one. "Guilliman pointed to Lorgar, who was also captured, and said in a mocking tone, "He claimed to reveal the truth of the universe to mankind, as if he was the only one in the world who knew the secret of how everything works."
"Don't try to humiliate me with your words, Guilliman. That's a low-level approach." Lorgar looked at Russ and the others who were looking at him, and said, "I have no fear of you. The path of the gods is the right one. You have won a temporary victory, but you are destined to lose this war."
"You will witness the final outcome, Lorgar, and then you will know how wrong you are. I am confident that I can win the final war, so I don't mind you living. You will see the day of Ragnarok, you will see the start of the war of vengeance, and you will see how those gods who claim to be high and mighty die."
Guilliman looked at Lorgar and spoke word by word.
"Your arrogance will become your grave, Guilliman. You think you will win, but in fact you are just a plaything." Lorgar said in a deep voice, "No one can match the wisdom and power of the gods. Even you are just an ant. When the final battle comes, we will all be free, stepping on the ruins of the empire and your corpses to welcome a new era."
"Haha." Guilliman laughed, "It's a pity that you are destined to be disappointed. The twilight of the gods is inevitable. There is something I need to tell you, Lorgar. I have become the Grand Pope of the Ecclesiarchy. I became the Grand Pope with the help of my latest Imperial Codex. It's really unpredictable. I didn't expect that I, who burned the Perfect City in the past, would become the Grand Pope of the Imperial Church today."
"Of course, I was able to achieve such results because of my unique understanding of faith. Of course, it is incomparable to a fool like you. Otherwise, why did the Emperor let me be the Pope but burn your perfect city? The fundamental reason is not that he does not like religion, but that your understanding of faith is too shallow, just like the Holy Scriptures you wrote, which are simply bullshit and cannot compare to my Imperial Holy Scriptures at all."
"Unlike me, you are so knowledgeable and talented that you can master the secrets of faith and lead the entire empire to correctly believe in the Emperor."
Guilliman pulled out a heavy, gold-embossed book and placed it before Lorgar.
"Liar." Lorgar roared after seeing the cover, "You even copied the special way of writing your name in the Holy Words I gave you. Your Imperial Holy Book is copied from mine, you shameless man."
Lorgar, who thought he could ignore Guilliman's humiliation, was immediately defeated when he saw the Imperial Codex.
Burn my perfect city and still be the fucking Pope.
The most outrageous thing is that all the books written by the Pope were copied from me.
What vengeance
What hate
It makes you, Guilliman, do such a shameless thing.
"It's just that the cover is the same, and some of the core concepts are the same as well." Guilliman said, "How can you say that this thing called faith is a copy?"
Lorgar stared at Guilliman, who was smiling so brightly.
How shameless does one have to be to do such a thing.
Luo Jia's entire face turned purple.
If he could break free, he would probably rush out and strangle Guilliman.
Guilliman looked at Lorgar, shook his head, sighed twice in a sarcastic tone, then turned and walked away.
Walk to the front of Perturabo's room.
Pertura glared at him. If Guilliman dared to humiliate him, he would return the favor.
Let the other party know that the strength of the Lord of Steel cannot be shaken by trivial tricks.
Guilliman glanced at Perturabo and said, "Forget it. He is not worthy of our discussion. What is there to say about such an insignificant person? What can I say? He is just a tool. There is nothing much to say."
These words made Petula's mental preparation feel like a punch into cotton, neither going up nor down, and it was very uncomfortable.
Especially the phrase "tool man", there is nothing much to say.
He even stepped on his tail.
The reason why Perturabo chose to betray the Emperor was that he felt he was being used as a tool.
Doing all kinds of dirty and tiring work but not getting corresponding rewards.
Perturabo roared in frustration, calling Guilliman a tool.
But Guilliman activated the soundproofing field one step ahead, so Perturabo's voice could not be heard.
All he could see was Guilliman standing in front of him with a smile on his face, pointing at his ears to indicate that he couldn't hear anything.
It was the first time Perturabo had seen a Primarch capable of such meanness, such shamelessness.
Using this childish method to torture others.
If someone curses, just turn off the sound system and they can’t hear it, which means it doesn’t exist.
He was so angry that he vomited blood like Fulgrim.
I almost fainted.
Perturabo was so angry that he almost bit his teeth off.
After torturing the three traitors, everyone's mood improved visibly.
Even the original body has human emotions.
It was a rare blessing to be able to see the three Demon Primarchs vomiting blood and trembling all over with anger.
After dealing with the three demon primarchs, everyone went deeper into the dungeon.
Corax looked around the prison. He could feel the demonic aura flowing through it.
It is so rich that it seems to be real.
A question popped up in Corax's mind: How many demons have there been here
He looked around and at the empty cells, and could see the items used to summon demons and the runes that had been wiped off.
Obviously, under the image of the majestic and upright Imperial Regent, Guilliman also has his own unknown secrets.
"What's going on here?" As the Primarch of the Space Wolves, even though he has matured a lot, he is still a straightforward person. "This place is filled with the disgusting breath of the Unliving."
"A place where I can communicate with demons." Guilliman said with a smile, "Demons and traitors live in the Eye of Terror and have taken the initiative in the war, but the Empire knows nothing about their actions and can only passively take the beating. For this reason, I have always wanted to establish an intelligence network that can monitor the warp by enslaving demons, and collect information in advance to prevent the traitors from attacking the human empire."
If Guilliman had said this ten thousand years ago, Dorn would have jumped out immediately and accused Guilliman of violating the Emperor's principles.
Now, he just glanced at the objects stained with blood and demonic aura and remained silent.
In this rotten universe, doing whatever it takes is the normal way of thinking.
It requires the ruler to maintain moral perfection and to achieve victory over Chaos.
Somewhat unrealistic.
"You brought us here, besides letting us humiliate these demon primarchs, I'm afraid you have something else to say?" Ferrus looked at Guilliman and asked.
Others also set their sights on Guilliman.
Even though they are not as good as Guilliman, they are both Primarchs after all.
With his wisdom and observation skills being top-notch, he could naturally tell that Guilliman had other ideas.
Guilliman did not hide it and nodded to his brothers, "Yes, I did bring you here for a reason. This matter is of great importance, so I can only bring you here and tell you all my plans."
"What kind of plan makes you so crazy that you would enslave those demons?" Dorn asked.
Guilliman said in a deep voice: "The Empire has no way to monitor the direction of the Warp forces and has always been in a passive situation. This situation must be changed. The asymmetry of intelligence will cause the Empire to suffer. For this reason, I need an intelligence network that can monitor the Warp forces and tell me the dynamics of various forces in a timely manner, so that I can make preparations in advance."
"Unfortunately, I don't have the manpower to control these demons in the subspace. Simply using contracts to control them is not very effective. I need someone to help me build this intelligence network."
Russ said bluntly, "You mean you want an intelligence chief to help you manage those enslaved demons in the warp and collect intelligence?"
"Yes." Guilliman said, "I need someone like this to help me. I know you all have your own tasks, but this matter is related to the overall strategy of the Empire and whether humanity can respond to the invasion of Chaos in a timely manner. For this reason, I have to find one of you to complete this task. Who of you volunteers to take on this task?"
"If you think I'm trustworthy, maybe I can help you manage those demons." Corax said, "The Raven Guard is good at stealth operations and is even better at gathering intelligence."
"As a brother, I certainly trust you," Guilliman said. "The Subspace Intelligence Network is extremely important and will play a vital role in the future. If Corax is willing to accept this responsibility, I will naturally be very happy."
"Corax is the stealth master among us. He is indeed the best at this task." Dorn on the side also spoke.
Ferrus nodded, agreeing with this statement.
"Then Corax will take over this intelligence network." Guilliman looked at Corax and said, "I believe you, Corax, you are the perfect person for this job."
"Then why don't you come to me directly to discuss this matter?" Corax said teasingly.
Guilliman looked at the others. "They have the right to know and compete. We must be honest with each other and cannot hide or deceive. Otherwise, the forces of Chaos will most likely take advantage of us."
"You have considered everything very carefully. The Horus Heresy was a chaos. I do not deny that everything my father did was out of consideration for the interests of mankind, but his secretive behavior will arouse suspicion. With the slight instigation of Chaos, misunderstandings will intensify and the two sides will become enemies." As a loyal supporter of the former Emperor, Dorn agreed with Guilliman's approach.
The same is true for Ferrus and Leman Russ.
If there is no sincerity between them, how can they fight against chaos
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After discussing the matter of the Subspace Intelligence Network, nothing else happened.
Before reaching Ghost, Corax, Russ and others left Guilliman's fleet with those Imperial heroes who had strong wills and could be active in the Warp.
They have no plans to return to the Imperium yet, and still need to complete some tasks in the Warp that the Emperor assigned to them long ago.
"One day, we will return to the Imperium and take part in the final battle." Corax said to Guilliman before leaving.
Guilliman nodded. "I believe it."
After saying goodbye to each other, Corax and the others left.
They possess unique skills that allow them to navigate the warp even without a ship.
The departure of the three Primarchs and many Imperial heroes made many crew members sad.
They desperately hope that these heroes can return to the empire.
That would surely bring encouragement to the people of the empire.
Unfortunately, they still have their own difficult tasks and need to continue fighting in the warp.
After the two sides parted ways, Guilliman and Dorn jumped out of the webway with their fleet.
The battle for Ghost Star continues.
Imperial ships continue to bombard the demons on the surface in low-Earth orbit, making them pay a heavy price for their stupidity.
On the surface, loyal defenders have built giant fortresses to block the continuous outflow of demons.
After the entire Imperial fleet came out, the Eldar prophet Natas was ordered to close the webway entrance.
When it opens again, it will be time for mankind to move towards the Eye of Terror.
The demons were once again blocked on the other side of the webway and could only roar helplessly, unable to cross the seal and descend to Ghost Star.
Guilliman left a force on Ghost.
And plan to humanize Ghost Star and build a fortress.
Prepare to make the entire world an environment suitable for human survival.
This webway entrance on Ghost Star will play a vital role in the future battle against the Eye of Terror.
Guilliman must plan ahead and be prepared.
Completely control Ghost Star in the hands of the Empire.
After completing these tasks, the time for Guilliman and Dorn to part is about to come.
Guilliman was unable to return to Terra, so the task of escorting the Daemon Primarch was given to Dorn.
Dorn will return to Terra.
Standing on the bridge of Macragge's Glory, Guilliman and Dorn had a final conversation.
"You will be given a new mission to complete what our father did not accomplish in the past." Guilliman looked at the people coming and going on the bridge, and countless projection screens emitted a faint halo.
Captain Brecher is dispatching a fleet, led by Dorn, to return to Terra.
He allocated some of the outstanding Grey Knights and the Black Ships controlled by the Sisters of Silence to transport the Daemon Primarch to Dorne.
The matter of the Demon Primarchs is of great importance. If they are allowed to escape, they will inevitably bring harm to the people.
For this reason, only the elite troops returned to Terra.
In addition to drawing elite troops, Captain Brecher also sent messages to other fleets according to Guilliman's instructions.
Request that those fleets provide some assistance to ensure the safe return of the Daemon Primarch to Terra. Hang it on the walls of Terra.
"What mission?" Dorn glanced at Guilliman, and then, like Guilliman, he turned his gaze to the busy bridge.
Buzzing servoskulls flew back and forth, relaying information from various departments.
The mechanical priests moved their heavy mechanical feet, checking the data in the database and the connections between those devices.
With their passion for the God of All Machines, they work very rigorously, checking every component for possible problems.
The machine slaves followed behind them, carrying various tools and assisting their masters in maintaining the machines.
"Humanity needs the Webway," Guilliman said, "but the failure of the Emperor's Webway plan can also be seen. Once humans want to build the Webway, they will inevitably attract the evil gods to target them. For this reason, I need someone who can take charge of the overall situation and lead the Imperial forces to fight back against the demons."
"Dorn." Guilliman looked at Rogal Dorn, who was wearing yellow power armor. "You have a talent for construction that surpasses the other brothers. In the past Battle of Terra, you persisted for so long amid the madness of Horus and the gods, which is enough to prove your excellence."
"I hope to get your help and become the leader of the Webway Project, responsible for building and protecting the many projects of the Webway and preventing the destruction of the gods. Once humans have the Webway, they will be able to get rid of the interference of the Warp and weaken the influence of Chaos."
After saying this, Guilliman took out the crystal that stored the knowledge of the Eldar Webway.
The crystal is very transparent and emits a faint halo.
The technology of the Eldar and that of humans focus on different things: humans focus on iron and fire, while the technology of the Eldar focuses on spirit and soul.
From the various wraithbone warships, wraithbone titans, and creations such as crystal storage devices, it can be seen that the two civilizations are completely different.
"Is it really okay to entrust such an important task to me?" Dorn looked at Guilliman. He did not hear much deception from his brother's words, which were full of sincerity and trust.
But something like the Webway Project, which could determine the future of mankind, still made Dorn a little nervous.
As the commander-in-chief of the Battle of Terra, Dorn knew how crazy the traitors and demons were.
He also knew how much the Emperor had sacrificed for the Webway Project, but in the end, it forced him to sit on the Golden Throne.
Dorn was worried about whether he could take on such a heavy responsibility.
If you fail, burying yourself is just a small matter.
Dorne would never rest in peace if he destroyed the hope for the future of mankind.
"I believe in you, Dorn. You have talents that none of us have. Those demons and traitors will cry like farts because of your iron fist. They will crash into the high wall of your incarnation like waves."
Guilliman looked at Dorn and said firmly, "You are the best person to be in charge of the Webway Project. I believe in you, Dorn, and you must believe in yourself. We have learned enough lessons from our father's failure. We will succeed. This is inevitable."
Dorn's talent for infrastructure is absolutely a good match for his expertise when applied to Webway engineering.
With his city defenses, the gods will inevitably send a large number of minions into the Webway.
Guilliman can then secretly push forward his firewall plan.
After hearing Guilliman's words, Dorn was silent for a moment and took the crystal from the other's hand.
The knowledge of the Webway has been stored in Macragge's database as a backup.
Guilliman appointed Dorn as the chief designer of the Webway project, and naturally he had to hand over the crystal recording the original data to him.
"I promise to complete this mission," Dorn said. "I will never let you down, and I will never let humanity down."
“I have faith in you, Dorn,” said Guilliman. “I have faith in you to build the Webway, and I have faith in you to protect it.”
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After leaving Ghost Star, Dorn returned to Terra with his fleet, preparing to officially launch the Webway Project with the assistance of Cawl and others.
Guilliman ordered the fleet to Vigilance.
After dealing with the matters on the Webway, it is time to head to the Vigilance Planet.
He had to send a signal to the Chaos traitors and demons that the Vigilance Planet must not be lost from human hands.
Make it seem like the human empire must defend the Nachmond Corridor.
In order to further confuse the traitors and lure other traitors and minions of the evil god to the Nakmond Corridor, thus reducing the pressure on other parts of the empire.
At this time, Calgar was still fighting in the Nachmond Corridor, clearing out traitors and Chaos demons.
After the Alert Star was reversed, Calgar had tried various methods, but he still could not restore the Alert Star's anti-subspace force field.
All efforts will only slow down the closure of the Nakmond Corridor.
After being severely beaten, Abaddon became active again and vowed to completely close the Nachmond Corridor.
Guilliman reviewed the various battle reports sent by Calgar.
Assessing the strength of both sides.
This is a big show.
If the performance was good, the traitors and demons could be convinced that without the Nachmond Corridor, Guilliman would be helpless.
Then many plans will go smoothly.
The demons will focus on the Nachmond Corridor or the Webway project in Dorne.
Guilliman would have to keep the reinforcements under control.
There can't be too many of them. If they defeat Abaddon's Black Legion in one go, the other side will just run away to other places.
With too many casualties, the devil will find it too much to chew and will give up.
It can't be too little either, as too little can easily lead to problems.
Aboard Macragge's Glory, Guilliman was rehearsing the Battle of the Nachmond Corridor.
Make sure this war dances under his baton.
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The rapid development of Outpost No. 1 stunned many time travelers and also shocked the ancestors of the Holy Family.
Various steel buildings popped up like mushrooms after a rain.
Various advanced equipment are emerging in an endless stream.
It's even more exaggerated than the explosion of soldiers in the game.
In just two years, the power of the empire expanded rapidly and became another super fortress.
For reasons of safety and stability, a large number of humans chose to surrender to the empire and became loyal citizens of the empire.
The massive population loss forced the Church of Suffering to find ways to stop it.
Churches across the country introduced various horrific punishments for traitors. Once anyone was found to have the idea of surrendering to the empire, he would be sentenced to death, and even his family would not be spared.
The power of the Church of the Lord of Suffering, which had the upper hand at the beginning, quickly became the disadvantaged party.
A large number of civilians who were originally loyal to the Church of the Lord of Suffering and ruled by the Holy Family all threw themselves into the arms of the Empire.
In a world shrouded in fog and full of crises, the empire's technology and powerful military strength are undoubtedly extremely attractive.
As churches dedicated to the Emperor were built one after another, the Mist was expelled from the Empire's territory and suppressed to the edge of the territory.
The same goes for those monsters.
The Emperor's Church granted some special blessings, correcting the space-time structure of the territory, making it impossible for demons and monsters to enter.
Any demons and monsters that try to force their way in will be burned to ashes by the golden flames.
Within the control of the empire, security was greatly guaranteed.
In the past, survival was a very difficult thing.
In order to ensure survival, people must be careful so as not to die from strange attacks.
For example, people with mutations should be killed in time, the dead should be cremated immediately, you should not go out at night, you should not look back if someone calls your name from behind, etc.
These are all experiences summarized from various tragic events.
At Outpost 1, all those rules are gone.
Relying on technology and powerful military force, the empire has defeated those monsters and no longer dared to easily enter human territory.
In terms of the military, the empire was also growing rapidly.
Thanks to the efforts of many mechanical priests, the fighter slaves they trained came out of the factory like products of an assembly line.
Fighter slaves use cloned human brains and fleshware to ensure that no abomination intelligence will appear again.
This practice is common among the Mechanicus.
The Mechanicum and the entire empire have a great demand for servitors.
It is impossible to obtain a steady source of brains and fleshware from the civilian population.
Many of the machine slaves transformed from the citizens of the empire were transformed because of their participation in riots.
The local residents did nothing, believed in the Emperor, completed their work, and were captured and used as wetware.
Then the empire would really be no different from chaos.
Use imperial citizens with sound personalities and no history of betrayal as the source of wetware.
The Mechanicum in the region will also face pressure from the Inquisition, and may even face a large-scale purge.
They might even be declared excommunicated traitors and hunted down to death by the Inquisition.
Using biotechnology to cultivate flesh and blood without self-awareness is the norm in the Empire and is also the specialty of the Mechanicus.
As a member of the empire's new-style troops, Qiu Chen was shocked when he saw those so-called machine slaves, just like other time travelers.
The Empire's technology is completely different from what they know.
Those machine slaves can be used as superheroes.
The machine slave's muscles swelled due to the injection of biochemical agents, and looked very strong.
After comparing, Qiu Chen sadly discovered that his thighs were not as thick as other people's arms.
Each of those machine slaves is a truly strong man.
That strong body looks like it can kill a big bear with one punch and tear a yak apart with bare hands.
The weapons and equipment of the machine slaves are also very advanced, including incinerators, cannons, various electronic prosthetic eyes and unmanned intelligent equipment.
In addition to the machine slaves, many surrendered time travelers and civilians were incorporated into the team, equipped with exoskeletons and the latest weapons, and became members of the empire's regular troops.
Once the military force had grown to a certain size, the empire launched an attack on the New Testament City, sweeping through all the towns along the way.
All humans are required to pledge allegiance to the Empire and accept the rule of the Holy Regent.
And demanded the abolition of the belief in the Lord of Suffering and the acceptance of the belief in the Emperor.
The defenders of the Church of Suffering in various places were completely defeated, and the time travelers who made up the demon hunters were extremely shameless. No imperial army could occupy the town before they surrendered.
In the face of the empire's powerful offensive, the territory controlled by the Church of the Lord of Suffering quickly fell and became the territory of the empire.
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New Testament City.
There is no longer the prosperity of the past, only fear and anxiety.
The imperial army was unstoppable all the way, and even the fog monsters were crushed directly by the huge imperial army.
Realizing the horror of the Empire, the Founding Fathers attempted to negotiate, but were flatly rejected.
The purpose of the Imperial advance team is very clear, which is to completely destroy the rule of the Holy Family and the Church of Suffering and make this world a bridgehead for the Empire to move towards other universes.
The Holy Family did not give up resistance, and they called on believers to fight to the end for the Lord of Suffering.
We must have the spirit of sacrifice of preferring to die with honor rather than live in disgrace.
He encouraged people to stop the empire's attack by any means necessary, even cooperating with monsters and demons in the fog.
"We must fight to the end. The great Lord of Suffering is watching us, and we must not compromise with those damn pagans." A church pastor stood in the square, stirring up people's emotions and making them determined to fight for the Lord of Suffering.
"For the Lord of Suffering."
"For the Lord of Suffering."
The people were also very excited.
The New Testament City has always been firmly controlled by the Church of the Lord of Suffering.
Every resident of the New Testament City is a devout believer of the Church of the Suffering Lord.
With just a few words of encouragement, they all became fanatical.
Sacrifice for the great Lord of Suffering.
The Church of the Lord of Suffering distributed guns and cast cannons on a large scale, determined to keep the Empire's offensive out of the New Testament City.
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The underground space of the Church of Our Lord of Passion.
It exudes a pungent smell of blood.
The bodies of several priests lay on the ground.
All had their throats slit.
Strange runes were painted on every inch of their skin.
Obviously, they were all sacrifices, sacrificed by the ancestors.
Several ancestors of the Holy Family are communicating with the mist creatures.
The pressure from the empire forced them to restart their cooperation with the mist creatures.
In the past, they used such means to cut off the connection between the fragments of the Lord of Suffering and his body, and expelled the other party.
Now, they can only rely on the power of the mist creatures and the fragments of the Lord of Suffering to fight this war with a huge disparity in strength.
Several ancestors promised to provide sufficient offerings to the mist every year in the future.
In exchange for the help of the mist creatures.
Several ancestors also absorbed the fragments into their bodies to enhance their own strength, attributed the great power to themselves, and prepared to sweep away the imperial army that dared to invade.
On the wall of New Testament City, Zhou Chen, a member of the Holy Family, stood on a cannon, staring at the fog in the distance with hatred in his eyes.
Those damn Imperials were about to destroy his home town.
He vowed to resist until the last second.
The Holy Family will never compromise with these evil invaders.
To protect the New Testament City and its people.
The Holy Family will fight to the last man.
Zhou Chen believed that his sacrifice was valuable, for the sake of defending the great Lord of Suffering and for the sake of defending the human beings living under their protection.
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"They're almost there."
In the slums of the New Testament city, a group of ragged people gathered together, ready to revolt.
"The damn Holy Family has reached its doomsday. They will be liquidated." A civilian whispered, "The days of those fools showing off their power are over. The great empire has come to save us."
"Do we really want to betray the Lord of Suffering?" another civilian whispered, "Will we be called ungrateful if we do that?"
"In the past, we had no choice but to endure the exploitation and enslavement of the Holy Family. But now, we have a new choice. Why should we still endure their exploitation and enslavement? More importantly, the power of the Lord of Suffering has long been stolen by the Holy Family. The Holy Family is just exploiting us through the Lord of Suffering. They are not our saviors."
"A ship that originally belonged to everyone was controlled by a few people. Now, we want to resist and take back the ship, but you think this is ungrateful? Have you been kneeling for too long and can't stand up? Do you think the Holy Family is kind enough to let us survive?" said another woman who looked quite wise. "They just need a group of slaves to enslave. They enslave us in the name of the Lord of Suffering."