The vast dome hall echoed with the roar of the law enforcer.
He angrily scolded every soldier who opened his mouth to talk and asked them to keep quiet.
In this way they maintain their dignity.
His fierce eyes swept over, as if he wanted to eat the soldiers who wanted to disobey the rules.
Several soldiers were caught by them, beaten with sticks, and then thrown back into the team.
But Andy, who has a hot temper, didn't have much objection to this.
She was too lazy to stand up for those idiots, it was useless and would only cause more trouble.
It is very likely that the entire team will be sent to the battlefield to die again.
Besides, we cannot blame the law enforcement officers for their severity.
Any slackness will lead to disastrous consequences.
For the supernatural plague spread by the Plague God.
The Imperial Forces' testing measures are unprecedentedly strict.
There are detection instruments everywhere in the passage.
In addition to blood and gene testing, there are also various tests on the soul level.
The requirement is to eliminate the possibility of corruption from all aspects.
The soldiers who withdrew from the battlefield were already exhausted.
The same goes for Andy. Her strong muscles are sore from long battles. Now she just wants to relax and then continue fighting the enemy.
If you ignore the scars on her face, Andy's appearance is still extremely outstanding.
The strong and well-proportioned body is full of explosive beauty.
What those determined eyes reveal is completely different from those of delicate girls.
If other pretty girls are compared to beautiful flowers, then Andy is a thorny rose.
Andy had a relationship.
It turns out that for someone like her, feelings only bring pain.
This world is not one of those love novels where young girls moan about nothing.
She witnessed the person she loved most being pierced through the body with a flagpole by the enemy, and watched the boy who said he would marry her choked to death on his own blood.
From that time on, she no longer had any fantasy about love.
Even if he was drunk, it was just a simple release of desire.
She wouldn't even ask the other person's name. She was too lazy to know, nor did she want to know.
After walking out of the passage, hundreds of suspended trains have already stopped at the station.
The heat from the roaring engine made Andy feel a rare warmth.
The Panduo galaxy is shrouded in dark clouds all year round, and the temperature is very low. Even with the protection of her military uniform, she still feels chilly.
The train opened its doors, waiting for the retreating soldiers and preparing to send them to different rest areas.
Andy and her troops were packed into the same vehicle.
Staff wearing protective gear guided them to their respective carriages.
After different troops board the carriages, the station will carry out disinfection and air purification procedures again.
This is not discrimination, but for safety reasons.
No one could have imagined how the minions of the Plague God would erode humanity.
Any caution is allowed.
The train passes through a wide variety of forest-like ecological gardens, intricate underground stone-walled tunnels, and residential areas with high-rise buildings.
If the soldiers had not been told that they were on a Celestial-class battleship, they would have felt that they had been transported to another planet.
Ultramar was the first place to accept the Imperial Regent's industrial reforms. It had extremely high levels of science and technology and industry, and naturally it also had Celestial-class battleships.
There are many models of Celestial-class battleships at present, including Colossus of Heavenly Punishment, Angel of Peace, Emperor's Wrath, etc. In addition to being loaded with terrifying star-destroying weapons, these Celestial-class battleships have also become the logistics base of the Imperial Fleet.
Celestial-class battleships are generally made of materials such as refined gold, high-density alloys, and marble, and have huge energy supply piles and thrusters.
The smallest celestial-class battleship has a diameter and length of hundreds of kilometers, and even has its own gravity. It can be said to be a veritable mobile world.
Apart from the space required for the energy system and weapon system, the Celestial-class battleship still has a large amount of spare space.
As the Empire's wars increased, the Imperial Astra Militarum and the Imperial Navy drifted in the void for a long time, and some of them never had the chance to land on the surface in their entire lives.
This is a problem that will inevitably arise as the human empire moves toward the void and gains galactic hegemony.
Human society is a society with extremely sophisticated division of labor and cooperation.
Problems are bound to arise if you are suppressed on the ship for a long time without any relaxation.
If the fleet stays in a certain world for rest, it is very likely to miss the opportunity to fight.
There have been many instances in the past where unruly soldiers have the potential to cause conflict between Imperial forces and planetary governments.
It is necessary to establish a unique resting place exclusively for the imperial troops.
At this time, the spare space of the Celestial-class battleship was utilized.
The huge celestial-class battleship, which is like a small world, can better adapt to this interstellar level division of labor.
With just a simple environmental transformation, the Celestial-class battleship can become the best place for the imperial troops to rest and recuperate.
The space on a celestial-class battleship is large enough that there is no difference between living on the surface and living on the ground.
Imperial forces need not expend time and energy searching for worlds on which to rest and recuperate.
There is no need to worry about crew members developing deep space claustrophobia during long-term space voyages.
Allowing the empire to have stronger deep space combat and long-distance combat capabilities.
The train took the retreating troops to the designated rest area.
Complete the last inspection procedure at the residential area station.
Andy and others walked out of the station. This scene full of life made everyone feel particularly cordial and soothed their tense hearts caused by the war.
Andy asked everyone to find their own place to live or eat something, and then report together once every morning.
During their time on the battlefield, they didn't get a good night's sleep or a good meal.
We could only sleep in muddy and dirty trenches, and even the food we ate was nutritional supplements. We took this for three months, and in the end, eating became a form of torture.
Naturally, there will be no more training after resting.
The rest area is very large, with various high-rise buildings everywhere, and even commercial shops. It is no different from a city built on the surface.
In a restaurant, Andy and his three adjutants took their food and sat around a table.
A floating dynamic information window appeared in front of them.
After entering their biometrics, they were given information matching their permissions.
With the emergence of the divine brain and its widespread popularization, the Thinker Array has possessed powerful computing capabilities.
It is enough to allow humans to enter the super information age again and provide them with massive amounts of data.
Of course, the divine brain is not the same as previous intelligence.
In the past, intelligence was the creation of new intelligent life by humans using chips and circuits.
The divine brain simply expands human capabilities.
The controllers of the divine brain are all human beings.
Only those who are absolutely loyal to the empire will be chosen as the head of the Divine Brain after their death.
Just like the Titan, the Divine Brain tests not the loyalty of the intelligence, but the loyalty of the user.
Andy and several adjutants ate while reading the news in the Empire Daily.
The vastness of the galaxy and the laws of physics limit human communications.
In the past, humans could only rely on psychics for astropathic communications, which was very backward.
It could take decades to get a response.
Nowadays, with the development of imperial technology.
The construction of the lighthouse gave the empire other means of communication besides psychic communication, and also promoted information exchange.
With the development of technology and Guilliman's orders, the Imperial Daily News quickly became a common newspaper organization on all planets.
Responsible for promoting the victories in various war zones of the Empire and conveying the will of Terra.
Of course, many messages are not instant.
There is a delay of one year, or even two or three years.
"The Gothic Fleet has achieved a strategic victory in the eastern part of the galaxy. The enemy fleet was in disarray and fled into deep space. The Gothic Fleet is currently pursuing the remaining enemies. The leader of the Gothic Fleet has made a speech, saying that the enemy will be completely wiped out and those villains who betrayed the Empire will understand what the wrath of humanity is."
"Imperial Fists Chapter Master Vladimir successfully rescued the Satyr System from the Dark Side of the Empire, annihilated a Chaos force calling itself the Midnight Lords, and executed 1,600 human traitors who intended to surrender to the enemy. The enemy committed unimaginable crimes in the Satyr System, causing 3.4 million casualties and 70 trillion in statistical property losses. The State Church has intervened, and they will perform a prayer ceremony for the dead, guiding them to the Kingdom of the Holy Emperor."
"The connection between the Valf system and the Empire has been cut off. It is suspected that the alien force - the Necrons is invading. Terra said that it has ordered the reorganized Astral Knights to lead the Black Angels, the Golden Sons, the Covenant Guards, and the Titan Order. The Knights will form a crusade team. Once verified, they will launch a strike against the alien force."
"A cult organization called the Purple Hand was discovered in the Gadis galaxy. Local law enforcement officers decisively destroyed the cult's lair. At present, the main culprit in the case was executed on the spot, and other accomplices were sentenced to witless punishment, punishment and exile according to their crimes. The Imperial Daily advises the world to stay away from cults and cherish life. Worship the emperor and live a happy life."
"The Empire will launch a new round of fifty-year campaign to eliminate traitors. All local law enforcement agencies need to follow up and crack down on all kinds of heretical ideas and illegal organizations. We will strive to eliminate heretics if there are heretics, arrest traitors if there are no heretics, and crack down on illegal organizations if there are no traitors. We will strive to eliminate all evil and build a harmonious empire."
"The situation on the Armageddon battlefield is tense. According to information provided by battlefield witnesses, the Orc warlord named Bonebreaker is evolving, and there is a high possibility that an Orc emperor will appear. Terra said that it has sent a decapitation team to snipe the Orc warlord."
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There is a lot of news, covering all war zones.
Andy ate while watching the news.
"There are more and more battlefields." An adjutant frowned and said, "The Empire is still opening up battlefields. If this continues, will it be too much to bear?"
"We don't have the final say in the war." Andy said nonchalantly, "The Empire cannot sit idly by and watch the enemy invade. Counterattack is necessary."
"Boss, you are right. Besides, these wars have already occurred in the past. It is only now that information exchange has developed that they are put on the military network for us to discuss."
"When do you think this plague war will end?" The adjutant looked at Andy and asked in a low voice.
"For now, it will take a long time. The enemy has received various support from the Ghoul Stars. Unless the Ghoul Stars are completely eliminated, this war will have to continue. Don't think so far ahead. The moment we stepped onto the battleship, the future was already determined."
After hearing Andy's words, several adjutants looked at each other, then lowered their heads to eat.
War is destined to last throughout the lives of these sons of Sarah.
The life that ordinary people are tired of will be the happiness they cannot obtain.
There is only war in this galaxy.
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Endurance.
"I really don't understand why those fools were stupid enough to be captured by Guilliman."
Mortarion said in a sinister tone, looking at the smoke image cast by the wriggling flesh and blood hyphae in front of him.
At the tip of the Endurance's rotting command tower, Mortarion was holding a meeting using Warp sorcery.
The one who is undoubtedly involved is the Plague Demon - Ku'gath.
The descendant of the past, the Lord of Destruction Hive - Typhons.
They are the main force in this plague war.
The loving father hopes that they can spread more plague.
"Your brother has become extremely powerful. No one can defeat him in a direct battle." Typhons's surly voice sounded, "We must be prepared. He may return to Ultramar to lead the battle."
A rolling, sickening light formed the image of Typhon in the smoke.
A helmeted Plague Marine with a horn protruding from the forehead of his misshapen Iron Knight-style Terminator armor.
Flesh, fat, and bones infected with multiple plagues partially fused with the heavy armor.
Ossified tubes that appear and disappear rise from the back of the skull.
As he spoke, a buzzing sound from hell was heard and the plague-carrying bees drilled in and out of his body, which was extremely terrifying.
"He will die here." Mortarion stroked the long handle of the sickle in his hand and said sinisterly, "He will die from the plague."
"Don't dream, Gene Father. If you are still so arrogant, you will definitely be the one who will be killed and captured. We must face up to the threat posed by Guilliman. The loving father is ready to reach a brief peace with the others. Guilliman is rising and becoming the primary enemy."
Typhons was not polite at all, and the contempt in his words was obvious.
It's almost like saying it bluntly, Mortarion can't beat Guilliman.
Mortarion looked at Typhons with anger in his eyes, and said in a gloomy tone: "Then how do you think we should face Guilliman? Escape back to the garden of the loving father? Or hide at the edge of the galaxy? This is a war. No matter what, we must go to fight Guilliman and kill him."
"Then just work hard to complete your mission, my lord. We have to end the war before Guilliman returns, otherwise we will all be defeated by him. Lorgar, Perturabo, Fulgrim, and Magnus all failed. They were easily defeated by your brother, and some were imprisoned and sent back to Terra, becoming the laughing stock of the mortals on Terra." Typhons said, "According to the Great Father's plan, we have to keep it simple. You have wasted too long in the Pandor system. If the resistance there is too strong, you should bypass it and spread the plague to other places to spread the gospel of the Great Father."
"This is my plan," Mortarion growled. "I do not need you to teach me how to do it, Typhons. My plan will bring honor to the Great Father, who trusts in our will and initiative. I will use my abilities to please him."
"You won't succeed." Typhons looked around the command tower of the Endurance, shook his head and said mockingly. "You are always blinded by the past. No matter where you go, you always want to transform this place into Barbarus. The past is gone, and we can never go back. Embrace change and chaos, abandon those useless plans, and let us drown Ultramar in disease as much as possible. This is the advantage of chaos. We are always the one who attacks, and the enemy can only endure silently and finally collapse."
Mortarion threw his hands and spread his huge wings. "I have changed. This is the reward given to me by my kind father. I have been transformed into a terrible image. I have become death itself."
"You do not truly believe in this power, nor have you paid any price for it. The Emperor created you as a tool of war. Nurgle only sees you as a trophy that he deserves. Without me, you will never find the path to enlightenment. Without me, you will have nothing. You will die, and your soul will be scattered across the warp, becoming food for those monsters. I have fought and gained the attention and appreciation of the Great Father. I became his forerunner through will and self-effort, and you have done nothing to gain his favor."
"Curb your arrogance, Typhons." Mortarion's tone was full of menace.
"Don't make such useless threats. Don't dare to attack me. Your time has passed, and I will no longer obey your orders as I did in the past. I have been favored by Nurgle. It was I who handed over the Death Guard to the Plague God, not you. You are his trophy, and I am his champion. This is the difference." Typhons looked at the angry Mortarion and said nonchalantly: "If you really want to defeat Guilliman, then give up your arrogance and embrace the power of the father with all your heart. Don't give Guilliman the opportunity to come back against you. Do everything you can to crush Ultramar, destroy it completely, and make it part of the garden."
After saying that, Typhons cut off the communication.
The part of flesh and blood mycelium that maintained him twitched, and then turned into foul-smelling slime.
"Damn bastard." Mortarion roared at the place where Typhons disappeared. After a moment, he looked in the direction of Kugath, "Are you going to oppose me too?"
“I stand with you, the Great Father’s favored son,” said Ku’gath. “You seek to defeat Guilliman, while I seek redemption. Our goals are the same.”
Demons think completely differently from humans.
It is difficult for humans to understand the thoughts of demons, nor do they understand the purpose of the bizarre things they do.
The motives of one demon are incomprehensible to other demons.
Kugath was different. He was tortured by his own guilt and wanted to make up for the sin of drinking the plague soup cooked by his loving father.
Mortarion could understand this pain.
He has also been tortured by this pain.
"Your plan has worked. The dead are walking through the worlds we polluted. The hard laborers are gathering strength to try to rebel against their rulers." Kugath said, "The active believers on the agricultural planets have put the plague into the food. As long as you eat the food, the plague will lurk in it. It only takes a simple ritual to induce it."
Mortarion nodded. "How is the plague against Guilliman going?"
"Progress is good. Every best pathogen in the galaxy has contributed its essence to the birth of this new plague. There has never been anything as good as this." Ku'gath's tone became fanatical. "It will be as devastating as you expect. This is the most perfect plague, enough to kill a demigod and pin down the primarch. Completely corrupt the empire he is trying to rebuild. When he is shrouded in despair, we will strike and kill him once and for all."
Mortarion smiled. "In the name of the Sevenfold Way, we will destroy Guilliman, and the entire galaxy will belong to the Great Father."
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The conversation didn't last very long.
After analyzing the details of the plan, the two sides ended the conversation.
Mortarion was in a good mood. As long as the plan could succeed, Guilliman would surely die even if he had three heads and six arms.
But when he thought of Typhons, he felt a little angry.
That damn traitor led his own legion to destruction.
Now, he even dares to regard himself as a hero and ignore him, the original founder of the gene.
Mortarion secretly vowed to teach that damn fool a lesson after the war.
He walked across the slimy floor and stood before a huge clockwork device.
There is a huge dome inside, engraved with various mysterious symbols.
A prisoner in the form of a soul, like an ionized light ball, was imprisoned inside, emitting a shrill wailing sound.
"Father, it is another beautiful day," said Mortarion.
The prisoner's eyes revealed a terrible hatred.
Mortarion, however, enjoyed the look, which made him feel even happier.
After the failure of the Horus Heresy, Mortarion entered the Eye of Terror and began hunting his adoptive father. After a thousand years, he successfully captured his adoptive father's soul.
The regret of not being able to defeat his adoptive father in the past filled his heart with anger and resentment.
Only through this kind of torture can he find peace of mind.
"Don't be afraid of loneliness anymore. You will soon get a new prisoner mate." Mortarion said sinisterly, "You will definitely get along well with him."
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The falcon flies at a height that no one can reach, chasing the unrestrained freedom.
Until the moment of death, one will be willing to be covered by the soil and return to the world of nothingness.
No one knows how long the war has lasted.
Chagatai was almost on the verge of collapse due to the intense self-blame he felt for almost killing the emperor.
When the Emperor fell, all the lies no longer mattered.
Lies conceal the truth that can corrupt humanity.
The Emperor tried his best, but ultimately failed.
He was on Terra but did not board the Vengeful Spirit with the Emperor, something he would never be able to forgive himself for in his life.
The former Falcon was burdened with an unbearable guilt, and over the long years, he only wanted to atone for his sins.
After he pursued the Dark Eldar into the Webway, he never returned to the Imperium.
Without the Emperor's guidance, who can guarantee that humanity will be led on the right path
Chagatai did not feel that he was capable of taking on such a heavy responsibility.
Perhaps Guilliman could, but he fell at the Battle of Thessara.
He was severely injured by Fulgrim and could only lie in the stasis field like the Emperor.
There is always only one second left before death.
People thought Chagatai Khan was dead.
After all, no one has heard from him in ten thousand years.
No one knew that this proud falcon had already awakened its true nature in the battle.
It has been wandering in the Warp, hunting down demons in the Warp.
Those resilient human souls were attracted to him and became his warriors and servants, forming a sizable army.
Their will is strong and tenacious, as indestructible as steel.
Like a pack of wild wolves on the wilderness plains, reaping demons.
The existence of the subspace is very special, and everything in the past will leave traces here.
Those magnificent buildings of ancient civilizations are located throughout the warp.
Those lands belonged to the forgotten gods.
The magnificent palace complex with statues as high as a kilometer is a relic of an ancient civilization.
An ancient entity whose name has long been forgotten lurks here.
Jaghatai led his falcons to attack here, coming for the trapped souls.
The emotions and souls of living things are the foundation of the Warp.
Most human souls travel to the Emperor's realm after death.
But the invasion of demons and strange conspiracies will cause some human souls to be lost.
These were the problems Chagatai wanted to solve.
He was doing his best to atone for not being able to accompany the Emperor to the Vengeful Spirit.
Use the blade in your hand to snatch the souls taken away by demons.
The battle was very fierce.
The swords of his men cut through the bodies of the demons, causing them to flee in screams.
Chagatai went deep into the palace and fought with an ancient being.
I don't know how long we fought.
The ancient being was stabbed in the chest by his sword.
Amid the other party's resentful screams, the strange shape disintegrated and turned into countless pieces.
It vowed to return, capture Jaghatai's soul, and torture him.
Chagatai remained indifferent and walked deeper into the palace.
The human souls imprisoned by that ancient being gather here.
He cracked open the cages, releasing the desperate souls, allowing them to be free and travel to the Emperor's realm.
After completing all this, Chagatai was about to turn around and leave.
But he saw a skinny old man standing where the monster had just fallen.
The old man was wearing a long robe, hiding his appearance underneath it.
Chagatai frowned slightly, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and took a defensive posture.
"You are wary of me," the old man said. "I am your father and your monarch. This behavior is not loyal."
"I'm not sure who you are, a human lord who is still trying to turn the tables, or a God-Emperor who is ready to go along with the gods." Chagatai whispered.
"Is there any difference between the two?" the old man asked.
"I am the general of the former and the enemy of the latter," Chagatai said calmly.
The old man's eyes were fixed on Chagatai. Even after ten thousand years, his eyes were still as bright as gems, without any fading.
Pursuing freedom and hope, like a falcon flying high in the sky, facing the terrifying heights, even in the face of madness and rainstorms, there will be no compromise.
"You've wasted enough time here. It's time to go back. Your brothers need you," said the old man.
"Tell me clearly, who needs me?" Chagatai asked.
But the old man did not answer him and turned and left.
The figure disappeared in the broken palace.
As the monster was defeated by Chagatai, this palace complex, which was a reflection of the emotions of creatures from a lost civilization, also collapsed and turned into pure primitive chaotic energy.
Those ancient beings, composed of echoes of the past, were once high above as gods, worshipped by countless believers.
However, as time goes by.
Even the most powerful civilization will eventually decline and be destroyed.
Those gods that were born with the help of civilized creatures will also be forgotten and turned into fragments as time goes by.
Chagatai looked at the ruined palace and felt a little sad.
Will humans also have this day
Civilizations collapsed, genocides were made, empires became a thing of the past, and even the Emperor’s name was forgotten.
But soon, he suppressed the thought in his mind.
No one knows how the future will develop.
All he can do is seize the present moment.
Chagatai's brows furrowed slightly.
He couldn't quite understand why he was asked to return to the empire.
Did something unexpected happen
After thinking for a moment, Chagatai gave up thinking about it any further.
There was too little information for him to make any guesses.
However, he has been away from the empire for so long, perhaps it is time to go back and take a look.
"Sir, we have to leave." A warrior ran in and said to Chagatai, "This place is collapsing. If we don't leave, we may be thrown into the turbulence of the subspace."
"Let's go back." Chagatai walked outside.
"Back where?" the soldier asked subconsciously.
"Empire." Chagatai said without turning his head.
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Alarm, abnormal ether energy overflow is detected, please handle it in time.
Alarm, if the staff's detection data is found to be abnormal, please handle it in time.
Alert, unreal creature invasion detected, please handle in time.
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The loud alarm sounded throughout the command room.
The originally cold light has now turned into a scarlet blood color.
The protective machines groaned as they were overwhelmed.
The Ecclesiarchs and psykers were all screaming.
The staff sat in front of the console with terrified looks on their faces, performing various operations.
The machine guns roared, and dense firepower instantly covered the dangerous area.
The knights leaped forward with heavy steps and charged towards the twisted monster.
The recruited warriors were ready to fight and rushed towards the glowing gate.
Dorn stared at the screen, and at that moment he understood why the Emperor had stayed in the Imperial Palace during the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago.
Once the Web Channel project is launched, the resistance it will encounter will be unimaginable.
Human beings are the best playthings and food for the gods.
They would never let humanity escape the Warp so easily.