The top of the hive city shook in the howling winds of the troposphere.
The whole magnificent building screamed and wailed in its death throes.
The shutters on the top of the hive city are carefully designed. Before they were eroded by the God of Plague, the strong winds blowing through the buildings would be diverted by these shutters, producing beautiful music.
Today, the building structure has been corroded with many holes, wrapped in wriggling flesh and blood hyphae, and exudes a foul stench.
The switch that controlled the shutters was nailed to the wall on the side of the spire, hanging in the wind, and had long been broken.
Fikris and others used the armor's balance system to walk on these rotten buildings.
Air movement and slight changes in the structure of the underlying nest can cause the place to sway.
The strong wind carried the screams of dying machinery and the annoying sound of metal rubbing against each other.
The floor also felt unreal, with every strong breeze causing it to vibrate violently.
Only the battlefield demigods who have mastered the empire's latest technology can walk easily in such a harsh environment as if it were flat ground.
The suspended armed skull is equipped with a rotary laser cannon and a high-precision detection device.
They flew ahead of the Primaris warriors, carrying out pathfinding missions, collecting intelligence for Fikris and others, and controlling the battlefield situation.
Fikris observed the enemy's situation through the tactical panel of his helmet.
Death Guard strike from hiding in the creeping flesh or in the lightless darkness.
In previous battles, old-style battle brothers often suffered heavy casualties from their despicable sneak attacks.
But now, the Primaris warriors, with their more advanced detection systems, have already seen through their locations.
The enemy was defeated before they even launched an attack.
Plague drones hovered among the ruined buildings, trying to use plague needles to attack the advancing Primaris warriors.
Fikris and his men used explosive bombs and plasma streams to blow up the drones.
A thin liquid oozed from the pitted surface of the metal flesh, and the demon imprisoned inside screamed in pain.
Nothing could stop Fikris and his group, and they entered the building where the warp creation was placed from the crumbling high bridge.
"There are enemies inside." said a Primaris warrior.
Fikris also received battlefield data, and a three-dimensional map appeared inside the tactical visor of his helmet.
There are solid red dots all over the building, which are marks representing the enemy.
Accompanied by a low roar, the staggering dead walked out of the darkness.
Wearing tattered clothes, his mouth let out a strange laugh, and his eyes revealed desperate helplessness and pain.
"Plague zombies." Fikris spat.
The Librarians stepped forward, clearing the forces of the Warp and establishing anti-Warp force fields.
Neither plague nor disease can create zombies, let alone resurrect the dead.
This is something that the laws of reality do not allow.
Only the power of the Warp can do this.
Without the subspace, these plague zombies would have no way to move.
After entering the force field constructed by the think tanks, the plague zombies' ability to move was infinitely weakened.
Just like a computer with poor network connection, web pages open very slowly.
These weakened plague zombies posed no threat to Fikris and others.
Weak, rotting hands and makeshift weapons were of no use against the newly developed power armor.
They tried to tear at the Imperial warriors' limbs, but their rotten teeth broke on their armor.
They were efficiently cleaned up, ignited by the chemical flames ejected by the incinerators carried by the Primaris warriors, becoming mobile torches, and easily blown to pieces by the explosive bombs.
Fikris and his men advanced straight in, and the biggest threat they faced was the demon vehicles that imprisoned the demons.
They continued to advance to the deepest part of the building before encountering the Death Guard again, and a fierce battle broke out.
The traitors built fortifications to defend a hall.
That is Fikris's ultimate goal.
It emits heart-wrenching psychic fluctuations, making psychics feel incomparably depressed.
The Death Guard's resistance was very tenacious.
Relying on the last fortifications and demon vehicles, they stopped the advance of the Primaris warriors.
Virus refiners continuously release various suffocating poison mists and plague spores.
The armor of the Primaris warriors is sufficient to protect against these carriers of the plague.
However, the constantly rotating poisonous fog reduced their aiming accuracy significantly.
There are also those Death Guards blessed by the devil, who have demonstrated powerful fighting capabilities.
Among them is a Death Guard champion who has received more blessings and is more powerful.
The Death Guard champion eventually died at the hands of Fikris.
His head was blown off by a shot from his grenade launcher.
Faced with the attack of the Primaris warriors, the Death Guard suffered heavy casualties.
Just when everyone thought they were about to win.
The strange bell rang, stirring up the poisonous fog and causing it to roll continuously.
An extremely obese messenger of death walked out of the darkness, and his heavy body made the floor creak.
A small bronze bell covered with strange patterns and eyes hung above his head, attached to a huge black horn.
As the bell shook, the bell tongue struck the bell wall.
A bell sound filled with sadness and despair rolled over the battlefield.
It shocked the Death Guard and weakened the Primaris warriors.
The sounds themselves are extremely poisonous to the soul, and the soul will be polluted by these sounds.
Fikris felt the pain.
He heard the promise of darkness in the bells.
“By embracing my pain, I can end all future pain.”
Dark thoughts filled Fiklis's mind, pulling him away from the fight.
He was tormented by visions of his own death.
The powerful body of the original cast, comparable to that of a demigod, will eventually become a trembling, weak figure under the influence of disease and time.
He would die of old age, unattended, or tortured by his enemies.
No one will come to save him like they did to save Gene's father.
All that awaited him was the unholy howling of the Warp.
"All living things must die, but I don't want to die." Dark thoughts grew in Fikris' mind, quickly taking root and growing stronger.
The bells rang, and so did the voice of the bellbearer.
"This is the release from suffering. There will be joy in pain. Pledge allegiance to Father Nurgle. Never fear the inevitable death again. Become eternal, become a carrier of life, join the never-ending dance, and enjoy it."
The strange and blasphemous voice reached everyone's ears, tempting their dark side.
Believe in the great Nurgle and get rid of the suffering in the world.
"The Emperor will eventually bring every soul into the realm he created. Death is not the end, but the beginning of another journey." A Librarian raised the scepter in his hand and said loudly: "Don't listen to those vicious words. They are just a poison of the Warp."
The crystal markings on the scepter and his protective helmet radiated an intense light.
"Captain." The think tank shouted, awakening Fikris from the various death illusions.
Fikris understood what the other person was thinking.
He activated the power sword in his hand and appeared next to the Deathstroke Bringer in a flash.
The power sword in his hand pierced into the opponent's chest, and the gauntlet hit the opponent's head.
Death Guard can take more damage than other traitors.
Fikris knew that he had to release enough damage to the opponent in order to kill him.
The Deathstroke is a terrifying being.
The body is bloated from unnatural plague and corrupted powers.
The broken armor could barely contain its huge body.
Many diseased sharp horns grew on the back.
Those horns are part of his body.
A dirty jerkin, yellowed by the smoke from the censer at his waist, was draped over his armor.
The Deathstroke Messenger's head was hit hard and his chest was crushed by the power field, but he was still able to move.
A bloated, rotting hand shook a small clock.
The sound waves severely damaged Fikris, and the psychic damper crackled and burned out directly.
Warm blood flowed from the ear.
"Go to hell." Fikris roared, breaking free from the opponent's influence, and swung the power sword in his hand hard, cutting through the opponent's rotten body. Amidst the crackling sound, foul-smelling smoke floated out of the wound.
The traitor let out a final roar and tried to shake the small bell in his hand again.
Fikris let go of the hilt of the sword and punched his opponent's head.
After the second upgrade, Fikris possessed terrifying strength, and with just a few punches he dented the opponent's helmet.
The bellbearer fell down.
The bells disappeared.
Many Primaris warriors recovered and launched the attack again.
The remaining Death Guard fell.
Pushing open the door of the room, Fikris saw the subspace device that Mortarion had placed in this world.
All the furnishings in the room were moved away, leaving only an empty room.
The wall has cracked.
The precious paintings in the mosaics had been destroyed, and even the frescoes had been shattered, leaving only the plaster that creaked underfoot.
The base of the removed statue remained in the room, and seven strange stills were arranged in a circle at precise intervals.
Liquid bubbled and boiled in the still, releasing cold fumes that carried pathogens.
Seven stills surrounded a giant flask constructed of brass, glass, and some unknown, sinister material.
The lower half of the giant flask is a huge hemisphere filled with rotating black particles.
If you look closely you can see that it is a swarm of crazy flies.
In the upper part of the flask is a complex mechanism made of rusted bronze and brass.
The machine is equipped with seven broken scales, each of which is divided into seven sections.
The machine had a primitive look, like something from a backward world of steam and clockwork-driven machinery.
At the heart of the machine is an intricate circuit of fluids that encases a gleaming fragment that looks like stone.
The shape of the fragment is irregular and seems to be naturally formed, or at least not created intentionally.
"According to the information of the Eldar, this is a lost artifact of theirs, which possesses extraordinary power of the Warp." A Librarian said: "Mortarion obtained it and used its power."
"Now, let's destroy it." Fikris took out a bomb with the power of subspace annihilation.
Humanity had some terrible knowledge in its golden age.
That knowledge could create weapons capable of erasing souls or marks in the High Heavens.
Later, these technologies were lost and some were sealed up.
Now these technologies are being used again by Guilliman.
After installing the bomb, Fikris and others turned and left, and when they reached a suitable distance, they detonated the bomb.
With a subspace scream, the suppressed psychic energy dissipated.
The plague zombies that were still active all fell down like electrical appliances that had their power suddenly disconnected.
The fog and poisonous clouds covering the sky also quickly dissipated, revealing a clear and cloudless sky.
Fikris watched as the Imperial forces overwhelmed the enemy's defenses and advanced into the hive.
Another comprehensive victory.
Fikris believed that Ventris would also complete his mission.
He could not imagine any force that could stop the imperial army he led.
"Let's go and continue to the next battlefield. We have to force Mortarion towards Yinx." Fikris walked towards the gunboat docked not far away and said to many Primaris warriors in the communication.
"For Guilliman."
"For Guilliman."
They shouted.
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Many people think that time travel is a very happy thing.
Being able to start a different life in another universe allows you to start over.
That idea is wrong.
If you can't live well in your original universe, then how can you live well in another universe?
The same suffering exists in different worlds.
People can only change themselves and seek better living conditions in harsh environments.
No matter how many times I restart the game, some level bosses are still so torturous.
Either defeat it or stand still.
The same is true for people. Only by defeating inner weaknesses and shortcomings can we move to the next level.
Qiu Chen used a voice pen to record his thoughts.
He walks on a path that spans different universes.
Unlike the first time he traveled through time, he was awake this moment.
At that time, he was confused and had no idea what was going on.
According to the Empire, it was like some unlucky guy who had a shipwreck in the ocean, was swept away by the ocean currents, and eventually arrived in another world.
Qiu Chen moved together with the empire's exploration members, walking on roads that looked very ancient.
These roads, like the tunnels built by the Empire, have the ability to travel through different universes.
Qiu Chen learned from casual conversation that these roads were built by those ancient races.
Don’t ask how old it is. Compared with the years experienced by those ancient races, the history of human evolution is just a fraction.
In the ever-changing space and time, even death will wither.
Qiu Chen found it difficult to describe the excitement and confusion in his heart.
He could feel that he was living in a very great era.
But with his short-sighted vision, it is difficult for him to get a glimpse of the full picture of this era.
After recording his diary for today, Qiu Chen stuck his head out of the vehicle's observation window.
The scene outside was extremely strange, and those terrible nightmare demons born in dreams appeared on both sides of the road.
Seeing those nightmare entities, Qiu Chen felt a little confused.
It was humanity's nightmares that created those horrible images.
It is these terrible creatures that break into humans' dreams and create those nightmares.
Qiu Chen couldn't think of an answer.
This question involves profound knowledge.
The answer will only be obtained when humankind's research on the subspace reaches a very high level.
Qiu Chen tried hard not to pay attention to those strange scenes.
Keep your eyes on the road.
They were crossing a high, steep, rocky ridge.
This mountain ridge seems to be rising to the clouds.
"Don't stay outside for long. Those scenes are not friendly to us." The mechanical priest, whose two-thirds of flesh and blood had been replaced with mechanical prostheses, made a cold voice.
Qiu Chen shrugged and retracted his head.
The space inside the vehicle is quite spacious, and you can stretch your arms and legs when you rest.
The Mechanical Priest stood on those screens, controlling the Machine Soul and making it move along the set route.
Many of the vehicles in the car have abandoned high-precision virtual projection technology and instead used more reliable mechanical technology.
Even the display screen is an old-fashioned one with wires.
Qiu Chen has a hard time remembering time.
As far as Mo Hu could remember, this troop had been on a long journey for more than three months.
Such a journey is tormenting.
Qiu Chen can only stay in the car and cannot go out at will.
Roads have some special protective abilities; being away from roads means a dead end.
To be honest, this journey was unbearable.
If the time traveler's mentality is slightly worse.
I'm afraid I'll be driven crazy.
Traveling across the universe is no fun.
There will not be a mysterious big hand that appears and throws the traverser from this universe to that universe.
They had to walk through the deep areas of the warp, following roads that were so ancient that they were almost forgotten, one footprint at a time.
"How long will it take us to reach our destination?" Qiu Chen asked.
"Time has no meaning in the subspace," the Mechanical Priest said. "Don't think about it."
"Then how do we know how long we have been wandering here?" Qiu Chen said.
"There's no way to know. You may feel like three months have passed, but to the outside world, we may have just left." The Mechanical Priest said, "In the subspace, only will is real, everything else is an illusion."
Qiu Chen sighed and lay down in his resting place.
The journey was dull and boring.
Qiu Chen was very clear that this journey would allow him to return to his original universe.
What he witnessed is enough to make countless future generations marvel at the power of the empire.
It is also enough to make his descendants proud.
A powerful cross-universe civilization successfully reached other universes for the first time before it rose.
This is a great historical moment.
Represents the pace of a civilization.
The first time you get the fire started.
The first step on the moon marked the beginning of human exploration of the starry sky.
The first arrival in other universes laid the foundation for the beginning of a great multiverse empire.
But these cannot replace Qiu Chen's attitude towards this journey.
Dull and boring.
Perhaps this is true for all great undertakings; romance only belongs to history books written by literati.
All great undertakings are boring to those who have experienced them.
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Macragge's Glory.
Guilliman stood at the controls of the bridge, next to him was Sanguinius.
The sight of the two Primarchs standing side by side brought tears to the eyes of many warriors and Imperial chroniclers.
This exciting moment heralds the great revival of the human empire.
All the great figures who were once lost in time are returning.
The battle for the planet Daven is over.
Humanity has achieved an absolute victory.
The gods tried to stop Guilliman's madness, but they failed.
After Sanguinius's return, their minions were defeated.
"They are excited about your return, Sanguinius. This is a great moment. The people of the Empire welcome the return of an angel. This will inspire people." Guilliman slid the holographic projection in front of him and said with a smile, "No one can be better than you, Sanguinius. Those damn traitors will cry because of your name. They will cry like a fart because of your return. Victory belongs to us."
"All this is thanks to you, Guilliman, the great Regent of the Empire." Sanguinius said sincerely from the porthole, gazing at the magnificent fleet in the starry sky.
Each of those huge celestial-class battleships is so amazing that they are mobile war worlds and no force can destroy them.
There are also those mortals who are armed to the teeth, and the warriors created by the Emperor and further optimized by Guilliman.
On the planet Davin, Sanguinius witnessed how powerful this army was.
Those demons were easily stopped, annihilated, and driven back into the warp again.
"You are too modest, Sanguinius. Your return is of great significance, and the gods are weeping for it." Guilliman smiled and said, "I really want you to return to Terra with me, so that on the way, we can still communicate with each other as brothers. But the current situation does not allow us to be so extravagant. I have a task for you, Sanguinius."
"What kind of mission?" Sanguinius asked.
"Magnus has been working in the shadows of the Empire, preparing his psychic empire. Your sons have already gone there, trying to stop his sinister plot. But I still hope you can go and capture Magnus. After all, the only one who can capture a Primarch is another Primarch."
“I will share your concerns, Lord Regent,” Sanguinius said. “I will bring the traitor back to you.”
"You are welcome. I am still your brother, Sanguinius," said Guilliman. "We are equals."
"Someone has to take that position, Guilliman. At this stage, you are the best among us. The Emperor is doomed to never stand up again and rule this country. But mankind still needs to move forward. Every king has his own end time, the old king should step down and the new king will be established." Sanguinius said: "Sometimes, we have to admit such things."
"We will discuss this later. I will be waiting for your return on Terra, Sanguinius," said Guilliman. "I leave the matter of Magnus to you. Bring him back. It has always been my dream to bring those traitors back to Terra for trial."
"I will, Regent, and you will get what you wish for." Sanguinius bowed slightly and walked out.
Guilliman turned to look at the console, tapping his fingers on the metal tabletop.
Magnus's affairs were left to Sanguinius.
Now, the biggest problem is how to capture Angron.
"I need a conspirator." Guilliman thought of the demon prince Cherubel, who had been enslaved by him before. Perhaps this guy could help him.
That guy longs for freedom.
This is a good chip.
Not only humans can betray, demons can betray as well.
Angron was a slave.
All Guilliman had to do was to make this slave pick up his weapon and chop down his master like he had done before.