Dorn watched as the Eldar warriors charged into the Webway.
The strange light poured out from the entrance of the webway.
It exudes a heart-wrenching malice.
The sound of fighting came from it.
Dawn raised a hand, and everyone suddenly became nervous.
Everyone was waiting for his orders.
The shield generator hummed lowly, and arcs of electricity crackled in the air.
The sound of war vehicle engines echoed in the air.
The Primarch's hand cut through the air.
"Follow them in."
The knights, who had been ready for a long time, controlled the mechas and took heavy steps forward.
The marble road trembled under the tall mechanical footsteps, making a dull sound.
The golden double-headed eagle etched on the knight's mecha gleamed brightly in the light of the warp.
"For the great empire, for humanity, and for Guilliman." The leading knight roared.
Along with the roar, there was also a horn that resounded through the sky.
Thousands of trumpets sounded in response to the knight leader.
The knights shouted passionate roars in excitement for the upcoming battle.
Under their will, the heavy metal body sank into the light, and the roar of artillery fire rang out, shaking the webway.
Amalek entered the Webway with the Black Templars and the Imperial Fists, as well as Primaris Space Marines from several other Chapters.
The Mechanicus followed closely behind, their clawed, reinforced feet like wasps slapping the ground with deadly sounds.
These warriors, created with Martian technology, never get tired and never need to rest.
After rushing into the webway, the brilliant light disappeared, and what came into view was a faintly glowing mist.
The arched network is very large, with a diameter of ten kilometers, large enough to accommodate small warships.
The Imperial forces looked very small as they moved through it.
It's like an ant walking in a land of giants.
The material of the webway is very special and possesses some kind of psychic resonance property.
It is a bit like the spirit bone material of the elves, but there is a big difference.
Just the characteristics are the same.
According to the research data of the Mechanicus, the materials used to build the webway walls are not any materials known to the Empire.
Some mechanical priests speculate that these materials may not exist in the Milky Way.
The bodies of demons were lying in the webway, broken into pieces and scattered everywhere.
Under the suppression of the Heart of Fire, the demons' strength was greatly weakened and they were crushed by the Eldar warriors, resulting in a one-sided massacre.
"Go forward and seize control of the Webway," Amaritch shouted.
“For Guilliman, for the Emperor, for Dorn,” the warriors shouted.
Amaritch unleashes all of his superhuman senses to be alert to the demons hiding in the shadows.
He turned on the power armor to its maximum power. The Thinker system processed all the data at high speed, converting all the information received into visual images.
Strange readings pulsed through the armored Thinker's processing center.
Those signs of activity flashed on the scanner like ghosts.
Not belonging to any one species.
It doesn't obey any laws of physics.
It was like a group of ghosts dancing in the tunnel.
It was as if the tunnel itself was moving without anyone noticing.
Sometimes, Amaritch could hear someone shouting his name.
The voice sounded very unfamiliar, and there was nothing displayed on the communication.
There was only the crackling sound of interference, stirring the man's voice.
Several times, he felt the voice whispering into his ear.
The voice was as soft as smoke and I couldn't make out what the other person was saying.
Amarachi tried to activate the filtering program, but found that the armor had no record of any such sound.
It was as if he himself was hallucinating.
The rolling fog obscured the demon's body, and faces emerged one after another.
Some of those faces were human, some were alien, and some were of unknown origin.
The automatic aiming device of the mechanized infantry nearby made a clicking sound, and the automatic shoulder cannon was rotating, aiming at the non-existent enemy.
The sound of fighting came from the front.
The Eldar warriors are fighting hard.
Many imperial warriors tried their best to ignore those strange phenomena, stepped forward and threw themselves into the crazy war.
Their footsteps disturbed the glimmering mist, causing small whirlpools to appear.
The Eldar warriors led by Yin Fulan were also wielding their swords.
Their battle was like a dance between two dancers.
The blade leaped up with death, slaying those demons in an instant.
As fast as lightning, it spreads death and creates destruction.
The wild warrior turned into a disaster of death and rushed against the devil's tide.
The demon's death roar echoed in the ancient webway, filling the communication channels of human communication with shrill screams.
Yin Fulan threw herself into the battle.
Her psychic energy surged through her as her blade sliced through the bodies, limbs, and necks of her semi-corporeal enemies.
The armor's built-in barrier isolates the monsters' blood and skin from itself.
"This is the power of the elves." Yin Fulan felt a little complacent.
Even in the face of a mad tide of demons, the Eldar's Dance of Death can still easily reap those lifeless beings.
Within the scope of the dance is the demon's realm of death, from which there is no possibility of escape.
Humans should be uneasy that they have gained such a powerful ally.
Yin Fulan turned her head and looked towards the humans' location.
The huge scale of the human army made her lose consciousness for a moment.
Execute the destruction program
Locking on the target
Kill
Kill
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Rushing in the front were the modified machine slaves that had been injected with large amounts of biochemical agents. Their strong muscles made them swell like giants.
The limbs were transformed into weapons, a movable and rotating piston metal device was installed on the waist, and the eyes were taken out and replaced with prosthetic eyes with multiple visual modes.
They hold heavy logging guns or flamethrowers and attack the enemy with noisy program prompts.
There is no fear, nor fatigue.
Standing at the forefront, even if one mechanical slave falls, the others will bypass it without a care and continue to move forward, pouring their anger on the enemy.
The demons' evil witchcraft was blocked by the energy shields on their bodies, only causing ripples on the shields.
Yin Fulan was amazed by the barbarity of human beings and shocked by their technology.
Even those machine slaves whose flesh and blood have been stripped away and whose nerves are offline have personal shields.
The equipment of those regularized troops is even more amazing.
Most common mortals are equipped with sophisticated exoskeleton armor.
How terrifying must human productivity be today to allow the army to be armed so thoroughly!
The Empire has gained endless vitality in Guilliman's hands.
For a moment, Yin Fulan didn't know whether it was right or wrong to help humans awaken the original body.
If one day, Guilliman turns his knife against them, the Eldar will probably be destroyed in an instant.
What force in the galaxy can resist the awakened humans
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The black sword in Amaritch's hand has been activated. This ancient sword inherited from Sigismund has now become a holy relic and is very helpful in hunting down these demons.
The electric arc on the black sword crackled, and the disintegration force field had been activated. It could kill a demon in an instant, just like a hot knife cutting butter, without any sense of lag.
Holding the black sword in his hand, he passed the Eldar warrior and rushed to the front of a demon. He knocked away the opponent's claws with one blow, and then split the opponent's body with a sword. He turned around and used the grenade launcher in his hand to smash the body of another demon to pieces.
The whole process went smoothly.
With the help of the armor, Amaritch, who has undergone a second Primaris upgrade, possesses the strength and speed of a god of war.
No demon is his match, and anyone who tries to stop him will be destroyed without a trace.
The other human warriors also roared, and under the leadership of Amaritch, they launched an attack on the demon.
The demonic tide collapsed under the combined forces of humans and the Eldar.
Those nightmares created from all kinds of strange things became incomplete under the cold blades and shattered by the roaring bullets.
The web was filled with the sound of metal clashing and heat waves that could burn everything.
Along with it came the stench of the devil's corpse.
Their viscosity rendered both the breathing masks and the Primaris helmets useless.
War has its own unique smell, the stench of decaying human corpses mixed with the ablation air from exploding bombs and the ionized ozone.
Amarachi has been through countless battles.
He was familiar with the smell of war, just as lustful men were familiar with the woman's body.
But this time it was different. Those familiar smells were covered up, covered up by stronger smells.
Those smells were filled with the stench of disease, disgusting witchcraft, disgusting blood, and the cloyingly sweet scent of pleasure.
The combined strength of humans and the Eldar was like a sword to the heart, and the daemons collapsed before the overwhelming force.
The ground was littered with corpses of unevolved demons, and the smell was nauseating.
The knights ran in their mechas, releasing shells and plasma, forming a firepower network like a storm.
No demon can escape from their hands.
It was torn apart in an instant by the dense firepower.
Dorn also entered the Webway.
As the person in charge of the Webway Project, he naturally has to be active on the front line to encourage the soldiers who are fighting bravely.
After the webpath moved forward for a distance, it suddenly became clear and became larger.
Those webways are hundreds of kilometers in diameter, large enough to allow several battleships to run in parallel or for celestial-class battleships to enter them.
The network is intricate, with tiny channels connecting to the main roads like blood vessels.
The big one is big enough for a celestial-class battleship to pass through, while the small one can only accommodate one person.
It is these Webways that the Eldar use to navigate the galaxy without having to enter the Warp.
It is conceivable that once successful, the influence of the gods on humans will drop to a freezing point.
Network breach detected
The voice of the machine slave echoed in the communication channel dedicated to the human army.
Dorn walked over to the coordinates provided.
The machine slaves were pouring fire around a gap, destroying the demons with physical bodies.
A strange light flickered, which was the malice coming from the subspace.
The moment the demon jumped into the webway, it gained form, and was then instantly destroyed by intensive artillery fire.
The Mechanical Priest came hurriedly.
The blessed machinery was mounted on a huge truck and transported over with a roaring sound.
Accompanied by the rapid flashing of the machine indicator lights.
Liquid metal gleaming with silver light flowed out of the machine's pipes.
These molten metals are extremely expensive. Even if the resources of the entire empire are used, the output is not very large.
It is a molecular-level material.
Using cutting-edge etching technology, circuits and prayers are engraved on the two-dimensional level of unfolded molecules, and then the dimensions are reduced.
Under the neural manipulation of the mechanical priest, when the molten metal flows to the gap, it quickly condenses and spreads at the gap as if it has life.
The electromagnetic patterns and blessing prayers emitted light, and after a few hours, the gap of several square meters was repaired.
The flowing molten metal appears silver, but after solidifying, it turns black.
The materials of the Mechanicus are completely different from the original Webway materials.
The black metal wall is like a patch on the mesh.
The Webway is a multi-dimensional being.
The materials used by the Mechanicum to repair the Webway are also multi-dimensional, ensuring that they have the same performance as the Webway's original materials.
Yin Fulan watched the human's actions. She knew that Eldrar had pointed him to the Star of Knowledge where the Eldar's technical books were stored.
From there Guilliman gained knowledge of the Eldar's construction of the Webway.
However, they did not expect that the other party did not use the material technology of the Eldar, but only used it for reference to develop the most suitable technology for humans.
They became increasingly powerful, not only in military strength, but also in spiritual and cultural strength.
They stopped standing still, started learning again, and abandoned those useless traditions and codes.
Yin Fulan also had some worries in her heart. Once humans became strong enough to no longer need allies, what would the elves do
Thinking of the power of the gods, she felt a little relieved.
Humanity has made great progress, but the gods are not easy to deal with.
The most terrifying thing about the gods is not their power, but their ability and thoughts to corrupt everything.
Whatever Guilliman creates, it will have to face the corruption of the gods, and this is the most dangerous part.
Horus betrayed the Emperor
Who then will betray Guilliman
The victory of the gods is as inevitable as the passing of time and the destruction of mortal bodies.
Humanity needs the Eldar as allies.
If they left the Eldar, they would experience the Iron Heresy or the Horus Heresy again.
This is a flaw of their race.
Yin Fulan believed that Guilliman, who could lead mankind to glory, would not be so short-sighted.
Dorn did not notice the complicated and changeable thoughts of Yin Fulan who was standing beside him. He was checking the repaired gap in the webway.
The daemon has been banished back into the Warp.
The webway lies between fantasy and reality.
Without a gap, the demons cannot find an entrance.
Can only roar helplessly in the subspace.
The webway patch didn't look very good, but Dorn's face was still full of excitement.
He untied his gauntlets and stroked the black wall with his thick, heavy hands, as gently as if he was caressing a delicate beauty.
The black metal wall was very smooth, and the flashing electromagnetic lines and prayers seemed to exist inside the metal rather than on the surface.
Dorn didn't feel any tiny scratches on the surface. It was extremely smooth, as if the molecules were neatly arranged together, as smooth as the surface of an expanding and collapsing neutron star.
"How is the repair going?" Dorn looked at the Mechanical Priest beside him.
"The strength of this metal liquid is the best currently available in the Empire. If it is used to make the ramming horns of a warship, even the earth's crust will be as fragile as tofu. It also has the ability to self-repair. Even if there is a slight defect, it can grow quickly to fill the gap." The Mechanical Priest replied.
Yin Fulan's heart was like a raging storm when she heard this. She looked towards the black wall with a look of doubt and uncertainty.
Human technology has developed to this extent.
The material used to repair the web also has the ability to self-grow!
"Not bad." Dorn nodded with a smile, then looked up at the battlefield in the distance. The coalition forces were advancing bravely, and the overwhelming force made the enemy lose their fighting spirit.
They lost their weapons and suffered heavy casualties along the way.
Soon, humanity will have its first repaired Webway.
This is a very meaningful start.
What the Empire gained was not only a webway, but also the experience of repairing the webway and fighting demons, and it cultivated a technical team to repair the webway.
Those things are rare and precious.
Far more precious than a webway.
"Further ahead is an abandoned Eldar city. You must be prepared. There should be some strange monsters with their souls taken away living there." Yin Fulan said.
"Don't worry, we are always prepared. Nothing can stop humans." Dorn said.
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Baal Galaxy.
The bottom of the Angel Castle.
A large number of blood coffins are displayed here.
Those selected seeds are waiting here to germinate and grow.
It was a sea of blood and rage.
Confused souls float in it, looking for the way to the future.
Red and black spirals intersect, shaping the body.
He glimpsed the ancient past, where the first man was born in a blackened cave, and as he grew up he carved the image of an angel on the wall.
The story of angels grows along with the growth of human beings.
Humans firmly believe that angels are the protectors of mankind.
Their grace is unmatched, their rage burns everything.
And now, he is transforming into an angel.
Protect humanity and pour out destructive wrath on the enemies of humanity.
New knowledge was injected into his brain from the cold intelligence.
The ways of war were written on the blank pages of his memory.
The amniotic fluid was slowly drained away, covering his naked body with coldness.
The rotating machine gears crushed the silence into dust, and the light stimulated his closed eyes.
The taste of blood filled his mouth and nose.
who I am
A question popped up in his mind and wouldn't go away.
The reconstructive surgery made him forget something.
"All implanted organs are functioning perfectly. Praise be to the great Imperial Regent. His wisdom has made everything that was originally difficult become simple." A voice sounded.
"What an unimaginable innovation." Another voice said, "We have more angels, and Bloodthirst and Black Rage have become controllable abilities. Emperor, is there any better news than this?"
He opened his eyes and stared at the nutrition hatch slowly opening in front of him.
"The subject has awakened, and all physical data are normal." said a mechanical priest in a red robe.
He could feel an extremely powerful force awakening in his body, and every cell was being awakened.
He tried to raise his hands to get access to the tubes inserted into his veins and arteries, but they stopped him.
"Don't move too much. Your nerves have not yet fully adapted to your new body." said the Mechanical Priest.
"Do you still remember your name?" asked another mechanical priest.
"My name?" He fell into deep thought.
Who is he?
What’s in a name
He tried hard to go deep into his memory to find his own name.
A sun.
Gold and blue radiance.
A hero, a legend, a future.
He saw the noble face of the sun clearly, and he smiled at everyone, just like the warm sun shining on all things. His smile alone was enough to soothe people's terrible psychological trauma.
That was a memory he could never forget.
Who is that person with a noble face
As this confusion emerged, a name appeared in his mind, the Imperial Regent.
This name seemed to have some kind of magic when he thought of it.
It was as if a floodgate in my brain had suddenly exploded, and countless memories gushed out like a flood.
War, Zerg, killing, death.
Endless sadness overwhelmed him.
It made him shed tears like an angel.
He remembered his name.
Named by his father, the water seller Yugi.
"Tils, my name is Tils." Tils said sadly, "We lost everything, our loved ones and friends."
"Yes, but we also have a future. Tirs," said the mechanical priest.
"Yes, the future." Tils said dejectedly.
At this time, the sound of heavy rhythmic footsteps was heard.
Two angels came in, dressed in white robes decorated with spirals and drops of blood.
Look, they are very similar.
Like brothers, yet slightly different.
One of them was taller and stronger.
The other was older, with sharp eyes filled with experience and confusion.
The Mechanic Priest handed the data pad to the two Space Marines and extended his mechanical tentacles to remove the cables and pipes from Tiers' body.
"Don't be sad, Tyrs. All souls loyal to the Emperor will return to the Emperor's throne. Even if they are humble and insignificant, the Emperor never cares and accepts them equally." said the older angel.
"I hope so." Tiers said, looking at the two angels.
"Tyrs, you will have a group of blood brothers and a brand new father, and you will devote yourself to an unprecedented glorious cause. Forget the past, Tyrs, you belong to the future." The old Space Marine said, "The galaxy is burning, those terrors are hurting innocent humans, and the great imperial regent needs every warrior."
Another angel placed his hand on Tiles' shoulder. "Are you ready? As an angel of death under Sanguinius, are you ready to protect others and give your life for them? Are you ready to face those horrors and avenge the dead, Tiles?"
Tiles recalled the horrible creatures.
Images of his comrades who had died on the battlefield flashed through his mind.
Civilians who died in the massacre reached out to him in despair.
The crying children were blown away by the artillery fire, and the loud explosion instantly turned the children into debris.
"I don't know, but I'm ready to die," said Tils.
"Very good." The older angel turned to the Mechanical Priest. "Arm him. We will have one more warrior."
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Angel Castle stands tall and majestic on the surface of Baal. It is magnificent and has a variety of tall buildings that are very spectacular. The highest point has even pierced the stratosphere, making it the tallest building in the newly established Angel City.
Various exquisite buildings are rising rapidly around the fortress.
The Mechanical Priests and the Merchants brought life back to this desolate world.
After putting on the armor blessed by the Holy Emperor and the Great Regent, Tiles walked out.
The scene that came into view surprised him.
The ruins and wreckage have disappeared.
Instead, there are various exquisite buildings and lush plants.
The suspended vehicles shuttled through the tall city like a school of fish. The sunlight passed through the school of fish, fell on the ground, and turned into tiny spots of light.
Under the glory of the Imperial Regent, the people of Baal are no longer troubled by the harsh environment.
A new life awaits them.
Universal education has long been rolled out and schools have been established at the fastest speed.
Mechanical priests and various professional talents also rushed to Baal from all over the galaxy.
The empire needs more professional talents to satisfy that terrible and ever-hungry scientific research behemoth.
The children were brought out from those factories and desolate tribes.
They were thrown into schools and molded into what the empire needed.
Anyone who tries to prevent this will be sent a silence bomb by the Inquisitor or the Law Enforcer.
The Empire is as strong as ever.
The economy also began to develop.
The interstellar fleets coming and going brought goods from other galaxies and took away goods from Baal, and wealth was created in the process.
Within the economic system controlled by the Empire, the flow of wealth is strictly monitored to ensure that the wealth will fall into the hands of those who are useful to the human race, rather than those who are useless and can only rely on loopholes in the system.
Don't try to obtain social wealth that does not belong to you through any illegal means.
The Imperial Inquisitors never care about useless sophistry, they just put the muzzle of the gun into the mouth of those fools and pull the trigger.
Tils boarded the transport boat and was assigned a mission to go into the wild to clear out the Tyranid creatures.
The transport boat roared, and the anti-gravity array supported the heavy cabin flying in the air.
They traveled through the city centered around Angel Castle.
The change in Baal was so great that Tils felt like he was watching a magic trick. It was so unbelievable.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that this prosperous city was once a ruin destroyed by the Tyranid creatures.
"Before, we fought for the Emperor and for the glory of Sanguinius. Now we have one more mission, which is to protect these things. War has never been far away from us." The leader beside Tiles, Sullens, said, "Before I came to Baal, I followed the Imperial Regent to fight."
Surens showed off his badge of honor. "Some people think it's a symbol of honor, some people think it's a reward. But we think it's a record of pain. Behind every badge of honor are soldiers who made heavy sacrifices and people who suffered. The blood of Sanguinius flows in our chests. It's the blood of mercy and fraternity. We are destined to die for the innocent, to sacrifice ourselves for a greater cause, and to fight to the last moment to protect those innocent people."
"This is our mission, Tyrs. Remember, we are the sons of Sanguinius. We were born to sacrifice, to protect the beauty and peace of this world."
“I remember this,” Tiles said. “I will live up to the blood of Sanguinius.”
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The blood slaves, wearing ivory-white masks and holding incense burners, walked along the ceremonial avenue. Their figures looked very small compared to the sculptures in the niches.
They sang the ancient songs of angels to bid farewell to the departing warriors, guiding them back to the arms of the archangels and into the Emperor's holy realm.
Walking in the front is the legend of the Empire, the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels - Dante.
He was clad in armor of gleaming ceramite, and his face was covered with a golden mask bearing the features of Sanguinius.
The mask has patterns left over from the latest casting.
The original mask had been taken away by Guilliman.
It contains a fragment of Sanguinius, the key to resurrecting the Archangel.
Guilliman promised that when the fragments were gathered, he would bring the Archangel back.
Dante had no doubts.
Guilliman accomplished many miraculous things that others thought were impossible.
He reorganized the Empire, defeated many powerful enemies, and recalled several Primarchs.
Resurrecting Sanguinius was an absurd and impossible thing, but when it came from Guilliman's mouth, it made Dante feel it was very credible.
Dante walked in the team, strong and powerful, his body upgraded by the Primaris took vigorous steps, dashing and powerful.
It's hard to tell that he and the Blood Angels had just faced a disaster that was enough to destroy everything.
This imperial hero is like a sculpture from mythology.
In his hand he holds a weapon forged using the empire's latest technology - the Axe of Immortality.
The heavy axe blade was leaping with bright arcs of electricity and surging with flames.
Beside him, the Blood Angels' chief think tank, Mephiston, had a solemn expression on his face.
Compared with Dante's holiness and majesty, he has a different temperament.
His pale face was full of contempt and coldness, as if warning all the onlookers who dared to look at him.
His long hair fluttered in the wind behind his head, reflecting an elegant silver-white luster.
His stern face, which had been through many sword and axe attacks, stood out among the Blood Angels.
His majestic presence dwarfs that of ordinary men, and his bold and open temperament exudes an inhuman handsomeness.
Dark secrets are hidden behind those deep, unblinking eyes.
He was like Sanguinius himself, come to life in a grim nightmare.
Murphysten held his Yuanwu power sword in his hand. Behind him, the blood-red and luxurious cloak dragged in the dust, and the velvet hissed on the stone bricks.
A hovering cherubim followed closely behind the captain and the think tank.
The body shape of a Cherubim is the opposite of that of a baby, with a chest cavity made of slender and delicate metal ribs.
Its face was covered with the same ivory-decorated mask as the other blood slaves, hiding its half-mechanical, half-flesh appearance.
There is a pair of weak metal wings on its back.
In his hands was a tray, supporting a large piece of polished brass.
The shiny surface of the brass was engraved with obscure runes and patterns.
Behind the Cherubim, there are two Think Tanks following closely behind.
Psionic energy surged through them, their power armor hummed, and complex electromagnetic symbols lit up from time to time, regulating the power from the subspace.
"A new order came from the Imperial Regent. He won the victory over the Black Legion. Abaddon was defeated and fled like a wild dog. The Vengeful Spirit was captured by him and sent to a star. The ancient warship carrying the evil of Horus was reduced to ashes, without any trace left." The echo of the church distorted Dante's voice.
"This doesn't surprise me. I've read his record and he has never failed." Mephiston said, "He is too good. I'm going to say that if he is nominated as the new Lord of Humanity, I won't be surprised at all."
"We all agree that the Emperor has been silent on the Golden Throne for too long, and humanity needs a new monarch to lead." Dante nodded. He didn't think there was anything wrong with this statement.
For the past ten thousand years, the emperor has ruled in name only, but in reality it is just the families who are giving orders.
Everyone knows this, but no one talks about it.
The claims that Guilliman has usurped the Emperor's power are nonsense.
The Emperor never truly ruled the Imperium, as Horus betrayed him before the Great Crusade was completed.
After the Horus Heresy, the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne and never spoke again.
Guilliman merely took back the power of those families, there was no such thing as usurping the power of the Emperor.
Because the emperor has no power.
In the eyes of those nobles, the emperor was just a mute mascot.
They just use each other's name to fulfill their own ambitions.
The Beast Wars and the Age of Blood, as well as the Fall of Cadia, were all sufficient proof that the former rulers of Terra did not care what the Emperor thought.
Support a bunch of good-for-nothing nobles or support a Primarch who can bring change to humanity.
As long as there is nothing wrong with your brain, you will make the same choice.
"The reconstruction of the Blood Chapter is almost complete, and the new recruits are quickly forming combat effectiveness with the help of new technology. Guilliman's Heart is too powerful. As long as the seeds are chosen, there is no danger of failure." Mephiston talked about another thing.
"That's exactly what we need." Dante nodded. He was very satisfied with the progress of the recruits. "The situation on the dark side of the empire is very bad. We must take the initiative to shoulder our responsibilities. The Scarlet King Magnus is promoting his evil conspiracy. We must hurry up and destroy his psychic empire."
"That damned traitor was severely damaged on the planet Pharos, but he did not give up his evil goals. So far, he has occupied the Prospero system. Even the Wizard Planet, also known as the "Heart of the Warlock" in the warp, was dragged into the real universe by that madman. That demon world that is severely distorted by psychic power can make any nightmare scene in reality pale in comparison. We must stop his behavior, otherwise countless worlds will be swallowed by it."
The blood slaves stopped in front of the door of a magnificent palace.
Dante and several think tanks including Mephiston walked in.
Inside, several Captains of the Blood Angels Chapter awaited them.
This is a magnificent temple of anti-psychic energy.
The roar of the huge plasma generator stirred the air like the engine room of a battleship.
The static electricity caused by the suspension force field floats in the air.
Thousands of books containing forbidden knowledge are suspended in the air, closely guarded.
They sat down at a brass table.
A suspended holographic projection appeared in front of them, and a detailed star map jumped into everyone's eyes.
A savage purple scar splits the galaxy.
The Blood Angels priest Odamir pointed to a planet at the edge of the Great Rift.
"Unprecedented psychic fluctuations are emanating from here. The Prospero system has always been occupied by traitors and aliens. The Scarlet King Magnus is trying to do something terrible. No matter what it is, we have to stop them, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."
"It's far away from us." A company commander said, "Compared to that, the threat of the orcs is the most critical. The astropathic information of the Armageddon battlefield has been deciphered. The orcs are evolving madly. If we don't take timely measures, they will give birth to an emperor in a few years. Imagine an orc emperor, what a terrible nightmare that would be. Just one orc warlord almost made humans suffer."
"It is not easy for the orcs to have an emperor. The empire has not seen a so-called orc emperor in ten thousand years. At most, there are only those crazy warlords." Another captain retorted: "We should pay attention to the threat of Magnus. His psychic empire is likely to bring terrible disasters to mankind."
"The power of the ether is increasing. If we don't take timely measures, once Magnus's conspiracy succeeds, humanity will most likely be doomed. That would be too dangerous." Mephiston said.
"Magnus failed once. He was ambushed by the Imperial Regent and almost died. I think Magnus is not a big threat to the situation in front of us. The most important thing now is to defeat the orcs and prevent the emergence of the orc emperor. Otherwise, I am afraid that the old beast war will happen again."
The Cherubim, who followed Dante and Mephiston in, placed the tray on the table.
Several Librarians and Captains gazed at the complex, obscure runes on the brass surface.
"The Book of Prophecy?"
The Book of Prophecy is the product of a journey to the highest heaven.
Murphysten completed many such works in his trance.
When people embrace the subspace wholeheartedly.
You will get some revelations in a state of madness.
If we can successfully parse those characters, we can get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of the future.
The runes on the brass were written by Mephiston.
He vaguely remembered how he bent his fingers and carved those obscure and complex words on the brass surface when he was in a state of madness. He wrote on it madly and could not stop.
"I have received many revelations. All the dreams and divinations I have read are warning me that we cannot ignore what Magnus has done, otherwise we will pay a heavy price. I suspect that the Lord of Change is trying to use Magnus to build a permanent foothold to enhance his influence."
"Once it succeeds, the consequences will be disastrous. The Lord of Change will try to move the realm of disorder and tyranny to reality and corrupt the entire physical universe. We have long known that demonic creatures are trying to enslave us. If we don't deal with it in time, I'm afraid the crisis will approach step by step. By then, there will be nothing we can do."
"It is wise to deal with the orcs first. Even if a great rift appears, the gods cannot descend into this universe. The laws of reality restrain those evil gods. The Orc Emperor does not have such constraints. Once he is born, orcs across the galaxy will swear allegiance to him. At that time, the Empire will have to face the orcs with the Orc Emperor." A company commander firmly defended his proposal.
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Both sides held their own views and refused to give in to each other.
Finally, they set their sights on Dante, hoping that he could make a judgment as the Chapter Master.
Dante stared at the data that appeared on the projection, thinking about two things, which one should have a higher priority.
If the orcs on the battlefield of Armageddon are not intervened, an orc emperor who is more terrifying than the orc warlords is likely to be born.
Magnus, who was hiding in the Prospero system, planned his psychic empire, intending to allow humans to complete their psychic evolution and provide a foothold for the Lord of Change.