Dax holds the wine glass.
The deep red wine looked like blood under the reflection of the candlelight.
The smile on his face slowly froze because of the words of the noble scholar.
"A thousand years?" Dax repeated in an incredulous tone. "Are you kidding me?"
"Yes, a thousand years have passed." The noble scholar nodded firmly. "There is no need for me to lie to you. Wait a minute, there is something that can prove what I said."
He stood up from his seat and walked out quickly.
After a moment, he came back.
In his hand was a thick book with gilded characters on the surface.
He placed the tablecloth on the table and placed the book carefully on top.
"This is a history book, a record of part of the empire's history. The history of the Manrede period is also recorded here."
Turning to the page recording the Battle of Paoxiao Mountain, the noble scholar showed the book to these travelers from another universe.
"Manreed led the army to victory over the ratmen. Because of this battle, he gained support from the country and became the emperor."
Dax walked up to the noble scholar.
He lowered his head and read the words in the book.
A few minutes later, Dax had finished reading it.
When he looked up, he was completely confused.
There was an expression of disbelief in his eyes.
He was lost in another universe for more than ten years.
But when I came back, everything had changed beyond recognition.
Manderi repelled the ratmen and thwarted their vicious plot to rule the surface world.
As a result, he gained the support of other electors and became emperor.
More than thirty years later, Manreed was killed by a rat-man assassin, ending his rule.
After Manderei, the Empire went through many events.
Today, the Empire is in turmoil. The power of Chaos is growing, the Skaven are making a comeback, the vampire army is eyeing them covetously, and the undead are invading.
The others looked at each other and did not disturb Dax who was in silence.
They could understand each other's feelings to some extent.
The human empire has a vast territory. When a soldier sets out from his homeland, it means that he has broken away from everything in the past.
Compared to the human empire that occupies the entire galaxy, the multiverse is even more vast and boundless.
The short life of mortals is like dust in the face of the multiverse and is not worth mentioning.
A life of just a hundred years or even thousands of years is simply unable to resist the mighty power of time and space, and can only be forced to accept those helpless realities.
Dax has a strong mind, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to become a demon hunter in the foggy world and live so long.
He had been out of touch with the world for so long.
Any changes are normal.
He had never thought that after he came back, the world would remain the same as when he left.
It's just that a thousand years passed in a flash, and it was hard for him to accept.
The noble scholar carefully took the books back.
For him, knowledge is everything, and books containing knowledge are treasures more precious than gold and silver.
He called the servant to put the books back into the study.
The noble scholar sat back in his seat and enjoyed the dinner in front of him.
"I wonder what your purpose is in coming to this world?" the noble scholar asked, "How can I help you? If you don't mind, please let me join your team. I am quite capable and have mastered some swordsmanship and magic. I also know a lot about this world and can serve as your guide."
Valerian looked at the noble scholar and felt the same fanaticism as the Martian people in his burning eyes.
Such people are willing to give their all for knowledge.
"Then tell us something about this world," Valerian said. "We know nothing about this world, and we have no idea what we should do next."
"It's a small matter." The noble scholar did not have any difficulty. For him, the exploration of knowledge was above everything else.
Dax did not participate in the rest of the conversation.
After learning that he had been gone for a thousand years, he was not very interested in learning about the history of this world.
A thousand years is enough to change a lot of things.
The people he knew were probably already dead in the grave.
Just like the entire alien universe exploration team.
He is no longer a returning traveler, but an explorer.
I don’t even have a home, what home can I go back to
Dax walked out of the noble scholar's mansion and headed towards the village in the distance.
After being away for a thousand years, he wanted to see what changes had taken place in the world.
Has the country he once fought for become a better place than before
When he actually walked into the village, he was disappointed.
The streets were a mass of mud and frozen sludge, and the houses on either side were desolate and dilapidated.
The residents of the town were all pale and thin, with dull eyes and tattered clothes.
The merchants were shouting while holding their goods, but their business was not good.
Occasionally, a lord's army would pass through the crowd, without any military appearance or sympathy.
From those looks, you can see their attitude.
In their eyes, those ragged and skinny farmers were just a group of stupid mutes and a group of beasts to be conquered.
This is a backward and desolate world.
Compared to a great empire that spans the universe.
Everything here seems so unbearable.
Dax walked towards a tavern.
It was very noisy there, with mercenaries and people with a little money seeking excitement there.
The smell of cheap beer mixed with male and female hormones filled the bar.
The scantily clad woman doesn't mind using her body in exchange for some food to fill her stomach.
This is a natural advantage for women.
Dax chose a place to sit quietly and collect information from the conversations of those people.
Those drunkards will talk a lot of big words, but if you know how to analyze, you can find some truth and understanding of the world from these big talks.
Brutal lords ruled over the ignorant people, extracting from them taxes sufficient to maintain their extravagant lives.
They don't care about the life or death of those poor people.
Years of civil war have overdrawn the country's potential.
Cruel races such as vampires, ratmen, and dark elves continue to invade the human kingdom, looting and killing in countless towns.
The dead crawled out of their graves and attacked the living with their fangs and claws.
The world is already terminally ill, and the tentacles of the evil god have covered every corner of the world.
Dax had wasted hours eavesdropping on the current state of the world from the wandering mercenaries.
Those messages couldn't help but make him feel a little annoyed.
The world is getting worse and worse.
Will this world soon be controlled by the gods like the foggy world
Thinking back to the twisted monsters in the fog, Dax felt a little gloomy.
Such a world can only be described as terrifying.
Dax walked out of the tavern and prepared to return to the mansion of the noble scholar.
He walked through the crowd.
People all looked at him in fear.
"Have mercy on me, my Lord Knight."
A man wearing tattered clothes, with messy hair and stains of dust and water on his face, looking as thin as a bamboo pole, ran in front of Dax.
Dax was wearing the Empire's mechanical armor and holding a giant sword in his hand. It was not surprising that the other party mistook him for a knight.
To these lowly people who lived in lowliness, there was no difference between knight armor etched with magic patterns and mechanical armor that used energy to keep running.
They didn't know either of them.
"What do you want?" Dax took a step back cautiously and put his hand on his sword.
"I ask for your help, noble sir." The man said again: "My village was attacked by Skaven ratmen. They crawled out from the ground and dragged living people in as food."
"For this kind of thing, you should go to the lord." Dax said, "The lord is the one who is responsible for this kind of thing."
"No, the lord refuses to send troops." The man looked distressed. "He said that the taxes paid by the village were too little. I have no other choice, sir knight, please have mercy."
After examining the other person and confirming that he was not lying, Dax relaxed his guard a little.
"I can't make a decision on this matter, but I am willing to take you to see someone who can make a decision." Dax thought about how bad this world was, and perhaps with the power of the empire, he could reshape this world.
The Empire is already able to span different universes and is the strongest force Dax has ever seen, bar none.
Of course, this is based on their willingness.
Perhaps the crying of the man in front of him could inspire some sympathy from the empire's envoys.
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In the noble mansion, Valerian listened to the scholar's introduction to this world.
Race, power, geography, and major events that have happened.
The deeds of Sigmar, the founding emperor of the empire, aroused his suspicion.
The other side fought against the forces from chaos and created various powerful individuals.
Such behavior is consistent with the characteristics of the emperor.
However, the fragments showed no response.
It was not until the scholars talked about the eastern Zhendan Dynasty and the Dragon Emperor hidden in Zhendan who possessed power comparable to that of a god that the fragments reacted.
It gave Valyrian visions of soaring golden dragons and confrontations between gods.
The fragments of the Emperor should be in the East, in the body of the mysterious Dragon Emperor.
Collecting the debris is not an easy task.
Those fragments were scattered across many universes, drifting everywhere along with the vast ocean of ether.
Inspired by the fragments, Valerian decided to find an opportunity to travel to the East.
The civilization of this world is too low-level, and there are not many enemies that can fight against them. The Empire should be able to easily establish an outpost here.
After the scholar finished his introduction about this world, Dax walked in with the poor man.
The other party behaved extremely reservedly.
Faced with a group of people wearing strange armor, the man was so nervous that he didn't know which foot to take first.
The mechanical limbs embedded in the mechanical priest made him so nervous that his tongue was tied.
Fortunately, Dax, who brought him in, did not let him say it, but conveyed the matter to Valerian himself.
"We can use this opportunity to gain the support of the people, which will help us carry out our work in this world. The Skaven are not very powerful, otherwise they would definitely devour the entire village instead of taking away living people bit by bit like this."
Valyrian was silent for a moment, then nodded.
In the East lie fragments of the Emperor.
But before heading to the East, you must also prepare.
Although the civilization of this world is backward, it is not without any ability to fight back.
It is not certain whether the guy holding the Emperor's fragment is an enemy or a friend.
The guys in the Mist World are a good example.
The best option is to build an outpost first and then explore outward.
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Webway Fortress.
Dorn passed through the archway and stepped onto a wide high bridge, looking out into the depths of the Webway shrouded in mist.
The progress of the Webway project has been very smooth.
With arcane weapons and anti-warp force field devices, the power of the demons has been weakened to the extreme.
In the webway, he was suppressed by the empire and almost couldn't breathe.
A little further ahead is the lost miracle city of the Eldar.
The City of Miracles is a vital Webway node leading to the Imperial capital world, Terra.
Ten thousand years ago, the Ten Thousand Men and the Sisters of Silence expanded outward with the help of the City of Miracles.
Had Magnus not broken the Emperor's wards, humanity would have completed the construction of the Webway ten thousand years ago, freeing itself from the clutches of the gods.
It was Magnus's folly that resulted in the Emperor being forced to sit on the Golden Throne, unable to lead the Loyalists in resolving Horus' Heresy.
The Battle of the Solar System and the Battle of Terra are just derivatives of the Webway War.
The City of Miracles witnessed the ambition of the Human Emperor and also witnessed the end of humanity's success or failure.
"Beyond here, we can see the webway that humans once built. As long as we control the City of Miracles, humans will no longer need the Golden Throne to protect Terra."
Another voice was heard, it was the voice of Yin Fulan, the prophet of the Eldar and the leader of the Army of Death.
"This is a relief. Terra's fall to the demons is like the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of humans. No one dares to take it lightly." Dorn said, "My father paid a heavy price for this. His own soul became the fuel for the seal."
"It will be over soon, and you will truly be free from the gods." Yin Fulan said with a hint of complexity in her tone.
The destruction of the Comoros had reached her ears.
Except for a small number of Dark Eldar who joined the Army of Death, Commorragh was completely destroyed.
Human forces broke the seal of Khaine's Gate and released the minions of Slaanesh within.
For the Eldar, that would undoubtedly be the worst outcome.
Yin Fulan has no good feelings towards Comoros.
She had been held captive there before and knew how horrible the place was.
Hell is probably much better than there.
That is a real devil's den.
"The success of the Webway will not only liberate humanity, but also you." Dorn looked at Yin Fulan and said calmly, "You are also qualified to use the Webway. This is part of the old covenant. The Empire will not betray its promise."
Yin Fulan smiled and said, "I can still trust the character of the Primarch."
Dorn looked into the distance and a light curtain popped up.
The fleet commander appeared inside the light curtain.
"Lord Dorne, we are ready."
Dorn nodded, "Then let's get started. Retake the City of Miracles and put an end to this nightmare that has plagued Terra."
"clear."
Dorn's orders were transmitted to every captain through a complex communication network, and the huge fleet sailed towards the depths of the Webway under guidance.
Ten thousand years later, humans return to the ancient battlefield.
The difference is one point.
Ten thousand years ago, humans were on the defensive.
Ten thousand years later, humans are the attacking party.
The suspended celestial-class battleships are like giant fortresses, continuously releasing the units inside them.
Countless Imperial Astra Militarum troops and cybernetics units surged onto the battlefield like a tide.
The Primaris warriors, holding high their battle flags, shouted the name of humanity and the Emperor, and rushed towards the enemy with weapons in hand.
Dorn also joined the battlefield himself with weapons in hand.
Artillery fire roared and sirens sounded throughout the network.
The City of Miracles has turned into a devil's den, with countless demons occupying this city where a great war once broke out.
Here, they defeated the human defenders and shattered humanity's dreams of getting rid of them.
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The demonic tide was so violent that it poured out like a flood that broke through a dam.
The gods know what this battle represents.
If it fails, it means that humanity will be liberated.
The Lifeless were driven into the battlefield.
The fight between the two sides became intense within a few breaths.
Each demon is unique.
They are born from all kinds of weird, indescribable and terrible nightmares.
No real life is willing to face these horrible monsters.
If it weren't for the protection of firewalls and the empire's advanced protective equipment, those human soldiers would have their minds corrupted by the demons at the first sight and turned into hateful monsters.
The air of the webway was filled with the sound of metal clashing and heat waves that could burn everything.
Following closely behind was the stench of the demons' corpses and the smell of their spoiled blood.
The crazed demons screamed and wielded cursed weapons.
The Grand Marshal of the Black Templar, Amaritch, also joined the battlefield.
The black sword in his hand releases the glow of an anti-magic field.
"For the Emperor, for Mankind." He roared, and the other Primaris followed suit.
Wherever he walked, the ground was covered with the corpses of demons, and the stench was almost poisonous.
When Dorn first took charge of the Webway project, he had already entered the Webway battlefield, and countless demons fell in front of him.
The Grey Knights, led by Grand Master Mangago, were also attacking fiercely, just ahead of Amaritch.
They are all elite troops fighting against demons, and the entire offensive is spearheaded by them.
Artillery fire continued to bombard the City of Miracles, and huge Titans and heavy tanks continued to pour out plasma and shells.
The knights activated the spears in their hands, unleashed their maximum horsepower, and launched charge after charge, reaping the lives of the enemy just like the ancient knights.
The machine slaves move forward under the control of the combat program. Once they are knocked down, they will activate the self-destruct program, causing severe damage to the demons.
The demons in the City of Miracles are not completely without order. They possess demon artillery and war machines like the Titans.
The abandoned city walls were rebuilt by demonic sorcery, and the wriggling flesh eliminated most of the power of the Empire's long-range artillery.
Casualties on both sides are rising sharply.
Large numbers of soldiers fell.
A large number of fighter slaves were blown to pieces, and the flying debris covered the streets.
The Knights breached the outer defenses of the City of Miracles.
Their power spears tore through the squirming flesh and remaining bone walls, opening the way for follow-up troops.
However, they also paid a price.
Huge meteorites burning with flames were projected from the city, blasting the mecha's shield and burning bubbles on the armor.
"The Empire will win."
After a knight uttered his last voice, he was burned to ashes by the devil's fire.
None of the first knights who launched the attack were granted the honor of entering the City of Miracles.
The knight who had managed to escape the meteorite impact was also set on fire by the blazing demonic fire and turned into ashes in a moment.
Hundreds of smoking knight mechas piled up in the vast tunnel, lying on piles of demon corpses.
"For the Empire."
"For the Empire."
Infantry units of Primaris warriors rushed into the city carrying double eagles and the banners of the Chapter.
The Imperial tank clusters also crushed the resistance along the way, opening the way for the Astra Militarum.
Fighting broke out on every bridge and inside every building.
The Eldar also committed their own forces.
The warriors of the Death Army and the Drama Troupe walked on the battlefield like ghosts. Their swordsmanship was like dancing, full of cruel beauty of killing, and they extended a helping hand to the human soldiers in trouble.
Dorn charged on the front line, and the wrath of the Empire's stubborn stone made the demons tremble with fear.
"We have returned, demons, bear the rage that has accumulated for ten thousand years." Dorn roared, and the other Primaris warriors also roared.
The demons along the way were torn to pieces by this team, and Dorn's sword killed everything.
No monster could be his opponent. With a swing of his sword, every enemy fell down.
He harvested those twisted monsters like weeds on the roadside.
The huge fleet also began to launch attacks, crushing the crazy demonic tide.
Brilliant blue and white rays of light pierced through the fog and landed on the magnificent city of miracles. They were so dazzling that they ignited everything along the way.
There were tens of thousands of them, and no one dared to look directly at those beams.
Each one caused a deafening explosion, and each one hit the magic tide with a thunderous force, shaking the entire city.
The lifeless ones fell down in large numbers, and the crazy demonic tide caused large numbers of casualties.
Some demons twitched in pain, entangled and tortured by the released electrical energy.
Some demons howled and were ignited by the fire of the stars, like moving torches.
The will of mankind is unstoppable, even the gods have to retreat before it.
The mighty Primaris warriors crushed every resistance the demons put up, crushing their bodies with the weapons in their hands.
A demon burning with black flames rushed out from the City of Miracles. Its body was extremely huge, like an emperor-class Titan.
"Damn you humans." The devil roared angrily, "You have angered the great..."
The demon uttered a sound of pain before he could finish his words.
"Just die, devil, no need to say your name." Dorn's cold voice echoed, his body glowing and becoming as huge as the other.
The power of the Primarch is by no means that simple.
Each of them is a son of God, which is why Horus, after passing the Trial in the depths of the Warp, was able to gain the power to fight against the Emperor.
They are perfect vessels for seeds with unlimited potential.
Over the long thousands of years, Dorn had already learned how to use this power.
The webway stirred up a storm, and black thunder burst in the air.
Both individuals possess immense power, enough to easily destroy a world.
In a sense, they are gods.
The demon roared in anger. It was born in the ancient past and has survived for endless years.
A race that has existed for less than a fraction of its lifespan dares to be so arrogant.
Black flames burned in the demon's eyes, and the destruction and malice contained in them were enough to drive mortals mad and kill them instantly.
The power of the etheric ocean continued to press on, the webway was shaking, and the top became transparent, revealing those horrific scenes that were so bizarre that they could drive people crazy.
A majestic giant hand as huge as a mountain range and twisted monsters that only appeared in the dreams of crazy people were spying on everything in the webway through the tiny window, just like someone approaching the mouth of a bottle and observing the bugs inside with their eyes.
Dorn didn't care about the scene at all. He had witnessed worse things.
In the depths of the subspace, those indescribable strange scenes are enough to drive all living things crazy.
The two powerful beings began to fight.
The horrifying scene was just like the battle among gods recorded in mythology.
The confrontation between the weapons of both sides, every collision will release a powerful shock wave, enough to wipe out all life on the planet.
The demon punched Dorn in the chest, and the armor that contained the empire's most advanced technology cracked under the impact of the planetary force.
In response, Dorn reached out and grabbed the demon's burning wing, ripping it off.
The battle between the two has surpassed the limits of mortals.
Each strike would cause a huge resonance, shaking the entire webway.
However, it didn't last long.
After Dorn returned to the Empire, he was enhanced with the Empire's most advanced technology and possessed a sacred body that was beyond the ordinary.
Combined with his subspace nature, there are very few enemies who can defeat him in the real universe.
Even if facing those star gods, he would not necessarily be at a disadvantage.
What’s more, these are just the inanimate beings who have obtained bodies.
Dorn's sword finally pierced the demon's chest, causing it to scream in despair.
The huge body staggered a few steps and then fell down with a deafening sound.
The defeat of the Black Flame Demon announced the change in the battle situation in the City of Miracles and also announced that mankind will win the final victory.
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Amaritch knocked down a monster covered in rough red animal skin, and then shot a monster with reverse-jointed limbs to pieces.
He and his team rushed to the front line, shuttling through the complex streets and killing every monster they saw.
Some of the monsters spoke Gothic, which disgusted Amaritch even more.
"Despair, pain, failure," they cried. "Blue sun, rise, destruction."
Amaritch heard the fear.
They are afraid of their ultimate fate.
Amarach showed no mercy to their fear, responding to the monsters with only his black sword and the blessed heavy bolters of his fellow warriors.
He grabbed a twisted monster and stabbed the black sword in his hand into the opponent's chest, breaking it open.
The demon was chopped into pieces, and its broken head trembled on the ground, howling in despair.
Amarichi just stepped on it.
After dealing with the opponent, he picked up the black sword and stepped forward.
The sound of wheels came from the mist, metal wheels rolling over the ghost bone ground.
A mottled, ancient bronze chariot rushed over from the other end of the street.
It rumbled, rolling over corpses and mechanical wreckage left over from ten thousand years ago.
A strong and powerful figure wielded a whip, whipping and driving several monsters, making them drag the chariot through the streets.
It is an echo of humanity's Bronze Age warfare.
Amaritch half-crouched, activated the energy shield, and prepared to withstand the opponent's attack.
A bolt of lightning shot out, blowing the chariot away on the spot, and the demons on it holding various ancient weapons were also knocked to the ground.
The Grey Knights Grand Master, Mangago, walked out with his team and executed the demon driving the chariot.
Other Grey Knights executed other demons.
The screams of those guys as they died were indistinguishable from human beings.
Amaritch didn't care that the other party took away his prey, but called on his team to continue advancing.
In the sky, Imperial gunships were also fighting with winged demons to prevent them from breaking through the blockade.
After the big demon was killed, the demons obviously lost the courage to continue fighting.
Humanity's demon-killing weapons have become popular.
After being killed, the Unlifers will most likely not be able to escape back to the subspace and wait for resurrection, but will be completely destroyed.
Many demons are symbols of madness, born from extreme emotions, but this does not mean that they have no wisdom.
If they continue to hold on to the City of Miracles, the only tragic fate that awaits them is to return to nothingness.
The Empire's forces are endless, and no one knows how many troops are still inside those magnificent Celestial-class battleships.
When the thought of not being able to hold on appeared in the minds of the demons, it was like it had taken root and they couldn't get rid of it.
Humans have become terrifying in their hearts.
No matter how hard they try, humans harvest them easily like mowing grass.
This is a desperate war.
It used to be humanity’s despair, now it’s their despair.
The war rages, and the demons fight desperately in the shrinking circle of the Empire.
The corpse fell to the ground, and the essence of the soul was completely destroyed by the demon-killing weapon.
Even rebirth in the subspace is impossible.
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After a brutal battle, the final control of the City of Miracles fell into the hands of humans.
The mechanical slaves of the Mechanicus gathered the corpses and disposed of them harmlessly.
Dorn was not in a hurry to celebrate his achievements. Instead, he ordered the construction troops to immediately repair and fortify the City of Miracles.
The Battle of the City of Miracles is over, and the next mission is to recapture the section of the webway built by the Mechanicus ten thousand years ago.
With that stretch of the Webway captured, it wouldn't matter whether the Golden Throne existed or not.
The Golden Throne's previous function was to maintain the Emperor's life and protect the Seal of the Webway.
In order to prevent the birth of the God-Emperor and stop the fall of mankind, the Emperor resolutely chose to crash into the Four Gods. His soul turned into pieces and his body disintegrated and disappeared.
The function of maintaining the Emperor's life has been lost, and its only use now is to maintain the seal of the Webway.
The traitor Magnus was being drained of his power like a battery, maintaining the seal of the Webway.
Dorn certainly had no sympathy for the torture the traitor was suffering.
He was worried that the functions of the Golden Throne were continuously failing, and he had to take back the Webway before the Golden Throne completely failed, otherwise Terra would be torn apart by the pouring Warp energy and turned into a new Eye of Terror and a Great Rift.
That would undoubtedly be the most desperate outcome for humanity.
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The Invincible Truth, a celestial-class battleship.
Many expedition officers led by Ryan gathered here, including Astra Militarum generals, chapter masters of different regiments, knight leaders, archsisters and so on.
Before them lay the spoils taken from the Necron - Trazyn.
This trophy was so special that Ryan didn't dare to handle it without authorization.
That was Fulgrim's clone.
The opponent is still trapped in the stasis field.
Logically speaking, Fulgrim is a traitor, so his clones should naturally be considered traitors as well.
But according to Fabius, the clone was absolutely loyal to the Empire and once wanted to lead the Emperor's Children to surrender to the Empire.
For this reason, Fulgrim's clones hold special significance.
There are limits to being able to use this as a breakthrough point to promote the power of the gods.
It can also prove that the power of gods can distort people's cognition, thus making people loyal to gods.
In this way, the legitimacy of the Empire can be better demonstrated, and the various measures to guard against the creatures of the Warp are reasonable, in order to prevent people's free will from being distorted by the gods.
Belief in the gods is not free will, but the distorted will of the gods.
With the promotion of citizen system terminals, various ideas will inevitably flourish, and among them there will inevitably be followers of the Chaos Evil God who confuse right and wrong.
A clone of Fulgrim that is loyal to the Empire can make the people of the Empire hate the gods even more and unite around the Empire.
Ryan looked at the clone for a moment before saying, "All senior officers involved in this matter must accept ideological stamps and are not allowed to discuss it in any form."
"Except for the records sent to the Terra main database, other related files are directly deleted. Before the final arrangement is made on this matter, any discussion is illegal."
Lai En's words were so firm that he would not allow anyone to refute them.
After talking about Fulgrim's clones, Ryan talked about the battle of the Undeads.
It is well known that the Empire supports the Sotai Dynasty.
A Necron that has lost its ability to reproduce makes for an excellent expendable ally.
As long as King Sotai gets the final control agreement, the entire Space Undead will fall under the control of the Empire.
The relationship between the two tribes is not maintained solely by the alliance. King Sotai was also forced to hand over his control core to show his loyalty.
Hierophant Sotai knew that the Void Dragons and Guilliman had reached a cooperative relationship, and the resistance of the Undead was meaningless.
Many of their cutting-edge technologies come from the Star Gods.
Now the star god who controls the most technology, the Void Dragon, has stood on the side of humans. The Silent King is going to win with a club.
Humans are fully aware of the Undead's warships, defense protocols, and various weapons, and have taken targeted measures.
If this battle is not fought, it is doomed to be lost.
Ryan's job now is just to complete the final finishing touches. The failure of the Undead is already doomed.
Unless their technicians can immediately integrate that knowledge and launch new technological creations.
Sixty million years of slumber have caused the entire race to fall into the storm of dementia.
Many Overlords became mindless metal puppets, and the situation of the slightly inferior Tomb Technicians who possessed civilized knowledge was even worse.
There are countless cases of lost memory and lost data.
The dynasties that were able to revive intact were only the lucky ones; more dynasties were silently destroyed in the changes and failure crises of the universe.
The revived dynasties each acted independently and fought against each other.
Things like this make it almost impossible to rebuild the scientific research system of the Undead.
A civilized scientific research system requires massive resources and the cooperation of the entire race.
The more advanced the technology, the more complex the division of labor and cooperation required.
Without a true ruler, the Undead have no way of completing such complex division of labor and cooperation.
They are the afterglow of the setting sun, very bright, but the ending is already determined.
Lai En sat in the main seat and listened to the plans of the generals.
"The most powerful forces among the Undead at present are the Silent King, the former supreme ruler of the Undead and the head of the Three Holy Council. He controls the most powerful Menek Dynasty. The second most powerful is the Storm King of the Sotek Dynasty. Apart from these two, the most terrifying is the force composed of the mutated Flayers, the Bone Kingdom."
"These forces are gradually uniting, with the Silent King and the Storm King as the main ones, trying to use the parliamentary system to eliminate internal differences, unify the space undead forces, and seek to gather strength to fight against the empire. For this reason, my opinion is to destroy these powerful dynasties first, and then use force to make other weak dynasties surrender."
"The Storm King and the Silent King are two threats that must be dealt with. Once they are dealt with, the Undead will lose their internal coordination and become chaotic again."
A female captain stood up and said, "I am a little confused about this plan. The Silent King is protected by the Menek Dynasty and has great appeal, and can call on other dynasties for help. Whether we send a large army or a small team, it will be very difficult to deal with him. Both kings have the courage and strength to unify the space undead. If we succeed in dealing with one but fail to deal with the other, the surviving king will definitely unify the entire space undead and unite them in the name of revenge. At that time, I am afraid that we will face a united space undead force, which will be a hundred times more difficult than it is now."
"I suggest that we not adopt any quick solutions to the battle, but rather use our advantages to fight a war of attrition and gradually encroach on the territory controlled by the Space Undead. The parliamentary system can be described as a burden during the war. The various dynasties will inevitably not be able to reach mutual assistance. Instead, they will be suspicious of each other because of failure, leading to the failure of cooperation."