The corridor responsible for transporting alien prisoners was the first to be attacked by the thugs.
The mechanical priest who sneaked in opened fire on the guards.
The radiation gun was so powerful that a beam of light instantly penetrated and cooked the unsuspecting guards.
The scene was very chaotic for a while.
Even the guards had never imagined that someone would start a riot on Mars, a strictly guarded planet.
With the empire's conquests over the years, and the advancement of technology.
Many people have an illusion that their lives are peaceful.
They think the war is too far away and has nothing to do with them.
There are signs of slackness in many places.
Omega transformed into the messenger of death in the darkness, slaughtering the guards who did not react in time.
He walked silently in the darkness and took the lives of the guards before they could even scream in fear.
The Alpha warriors who infiltrated Mars no longer disguised themselves, revealing their true appearances, and cooperated with the rebellious mechanical priests to attack the prison guards.
With the help of some insiders, the Alphas successfully sneaked into Mars and obtained weapons.
Alpha's infiltration capabilities are very strong. They can find opportunities to infiltrate Terra and Mars, which are such important empire hearts.
If Heart of the Empire wasn't so buggy, the Alpha Warriors might have transformed into Primaris Warriors.
Omega tried to implant the Heart of the Empire into the Alpha Warrior.
Those attempts all ended in failure.
Alpha Warriors implanted with the Heart of the Empire will unconditionally swear allegiance to the Empire.
The original mentality of hatred for the empire and hatred for humanity will be changed in a very short time.
The attempt to implant the Heart of the Empire resulted in a number of Alpha Warriors directly surrendering to the Empire.
They surrendered to the Imperial Inquisitors and betrayed their former companions without hesitation.
There were several heavy casualties.
It also caused the Alphas' infiltration work to suffer a disastrous defeat.
After repeated failures, Omega had no choice but to give up on implanting the Heart of the Empire and infiltrating the ranks of the Primaris warriors.
Chose other, safer ways to infiltrate the empire.
Over this period of time and with Carbo's efforts, Omega has woven a complex web of connections, secrets, lies, and bought loyalty on Mars.
And he is like a spider at the center of a web, sensing the movements of the empire through the empire's touch on every thread.
This big net will also capture those who are not firm enough in their hearts, becoming even stronger and covering a wider range.
Omega did not dare to underestimate Guilliman's power and wisdom.
There was no plan to deal with Guilliman either.
Going to trouble Guilliman would only result in more harm than good.
It is also possible to get yourself involved.
What he is doing now is to shake the foundation of this empire.
Not everyone who follows Guilliman is that powerful.
This kind of strength is not only the strength of combat power, but also the soul, persistence in faith and so on.
The best way is to start with those short-sighted mortals.
Guilliman longs to create a fair and just social system.
Such faith is noble and full of glory.
Those who followed him were far less noble.
In the face of the temptation of money and power, they often make small compromises on their beliefs.
It was these compromises that allowed him and Carbon to form a team that could attack the prison.
The weapons they used were no different from those used by the Imperial Army, or even superior.
After all, the planet he was on was Mars, the core of the empire's industry and technology.
Various new technologies will be sent to other casting planets only after they are verified and practiced here.
With the help of those with ambition and desire, Omega obtained some weapons powerful enough to kill even the Primaris.
He even got hold of the prison map and intelligence about the prison where the Void Dragon was imprisoned.
How many guards are there, what emergency plans are there, etc.
Omega knows it all.
Several simulations were conducted in advance, in an effort to resolve everything before other departments of the empire discovered the anomaly.
The soldiers on guard fell one after another.
They were knocked down before they could even resist.
The peaceful and comfortable life has worn away the will and skills of these ordinary guards.
In the past, they had to deal with only aliens that were shackled and unarmed.
Just drive them into the void dragon's feeding dish and the job will be done.
What they are facing now is a group of fanatical believers and chaos warriors.
Before they could react, most of the guards were killed or wounded, and the remaining ones had no courage at all and retreated in panic to the positions of other friendly forces.
Omega, Kalbo jams the communications and rushes deeper into the prison.
Several fanatical mechanical priests drove huge bipedal walkers, and the high-speed rotating molecular chainsaw swords were covered with blood and fresh minced meat.
Behind them, the bodies of the Imperial guardsmen lay in pieces and mangled state.
Faced with such terrible crimes of betraying their compatriots and their race, there was no remorse on their faces, only fanaticism and excitement.
"In order for us not to be fooled, for the sake of our beliefs, we have no choice but to fight bravely and kill the enemy." A priest shouted fanatically, his voice echoing in the corridor through the loudspeaker.
His companions shouted along.
They are moving towards the truth.
The creation of the Mechanicus was a shameful fraud.
A despicable trickster used shameless deception to distort the fate of the entire planet just to achieve his sinister goals.
This scam was shocking and changed the fate of countless people.
Now it's time to be revealed.
This empire is all built on deception.
They, the great pioneers, will burn all this twisted and disgusting thing.
Great Mars will be free from the control of Terra and the false Lord of Man.
They will gain true freedom.
The actions of the thugs also gave the captured aliens an opportunity.
They pushed past the outnumbered guards, snatched their weapons, and tried to escape.
There was chaos and sounds of fighting everywhere.
The smell of blood mixed with the smell of motor oil and the ozone of mechanical friction.
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Dalia stood on a high platform, and the suspended servo skull played scenes of chaos to her.
She watched the madness of the mob and the death of innocent guards.
Several Primaris warriors stood beside her, weapons in hand, as silent as ancient statues.
The sound of fighting did not affect them.
"Should we take action?" A guard nearby said, "The enemy has approached the core area and will be here soon."
Dalia shook her head.
"Some things can only be remembered with blood. As the core of the empire, Mars was organized to launch a riot. What's even funnier is that the enemy is holding our weapons. Imagine how flawed the empire's screening procedures are."
"A comfortable life has made many people forget the true condition of human beings. Death can remind them that this world has never been safe."
Dalia found that she was slowly beginning to have the cold and cruel disregard for human life like the former emperor.
It was as if those screaming soldiers were not living beings, but just chess pieces.
Her first thought was not whether they lived or died, but what impact their death would have, what she could do, and what purpose could she achieve
At this moment, Dalia suddenly understood the Emperor's coldness and ruthlessness.
When you look at the rise and fall of an entire race or civilization, the life and death of an individual has no meaning to it.
Moral terms such as kindness, beauty, and goodness that ordinary people think of do not apply to rulers.
A qualified ruler should be like a cold machine, ignoring individuals and focusing on the overall situation.
Dalia looked up at the dome and smiled.
It is impossible for the emperor of the empire, who controls the firewall and has multiple intelligence channels such as the Men in Black, the Inquisition, and the Assassins' Court, to be unaware of this riot.
Otherwise he would not have been able to push human civilization to this level.
To underestimate a man who dares to declare war on the gods can no longer be described as arrogant, but can only be described as ignorant of the consequences.
To this day, the Empire's violent agencies have not come forward to stop this atrocity.
The only explanation is that he was condoning this riot.
Use the blood this time to warn the world that the danger has never gone away, the darkness has not been eliminated, the enemy is lurking, like a poisonous snake in the grass, once they are given the opportunity, they will bare their fangs and poison everything again.
Politics is such a disgusting thing.
Human nature is like the boulder that Sisyphus pushed to the top of the mountain. If you relax for a moment, it will slide into the abyss.
People need constant whipping to wake up and realize that survival is not a right granted by God, but a trophy fought for by the entire race.
Occam could feel the vibration of the explosive bomb hitting the armor shield. The blazing flames distorted the air and made his vision blurry.
The Alpha warriors next to him were all wearing emerald green power armor.
The shoulder armor is inlaid with bronze and gold edges, with the terrifying three-headed Hydra logo in the middle.
Such a mark will never pass the review.
The Empire is extremely wary of any symbolic emblems and images of traitors.
There must be a major problem with Mars' censorship system, as Alpha Warriors were allowed to enter a heavily guarded prison wearing such armor.
Occam's tall figure was dyed blue by the light of the plasma ion explosion.
The visual sensors on the helmet glowed bright red.
A Primaris warrior leaped out of the smoke.
He was much larger in size and held a huge battle axe in his hand.
It is so powerful and strong that it has the force to split Mount Hua.
A brilliant blue-white plasma beam flashed in the air, and in just a moment, it turned the Primaris warrior into ashes.
The latest weapon from the Martian factory is so powerful that it surprises Occam.
If they were to fight against the Anti-Forged Warriors, it would only result in unnecessary casualties.
The reaction speed and strength of the Primaris far exceed that of the Space Marines.
The gap between the two is as huge as the gap between Space Marines and mortals.
Even with the blessing of the four gods, it is difficult to resist.
If it weren't for these powerful weapons, I'm afraid the Alpha warriors wouldn't even be able to break through the first line of defense.
The traitors were unstoppable and charged forward.
The servitors with broken backs, the technicians and guards who had been chopped to pieces, lay scattered in the corridor.
The aliens were also howling and attacking the Imperial guards.
They are all different and come from different ethnicities.
The only thing they have in common is that they all possess human cruelty and cunning.
When they realized there was a chance to escape, they made the decision without hesitation.
Many races in the galaxy have become accustomed to using the power of the Warp, and regard the waves of the Warp as a vital part of their own race.
Some individuals who are imbued with the power of the highest heaven, possess psychic talents, and are born with extraordinary nerves can feel the darkness and terror of this place.
Humans use them to feed some terrible monsters.
What those damned apes did was no different than those Warp demons.
Waves of psychic energy blasted the imperial guards away and twisted their bodies into knots.
Arriving at the first gate, Occam selected three servo skulls hanging on his waist like grenades.
Their serpentine surface is coated with metal, and their suspension device is a small anti-gravity thruster.
Like a child winding up a toy, the servoskull's built-in battle commands were activated.
"The Empire's technological creations are really convenient." Occam said in a mocking tone, "They have great destructive power and are so ruthless to both enemies and friendly forces."
"Let's teach them a lesson and remind them of the fear we once possessed." Another Alpha warrior said in a low voice, "They thought they had wiped us out. Now is the time to tell them that if you cut off one head of the Hydra, two will grow back. We will never be wiped out."
Two high explosives were stuck to the alloy door.
A rapid beeping sound was heard, and after a few seconds of countdown, a loud explosion followed.
The heavy metal alloy door was blown open, and thick smoke enveloped everyone.
The guards in armor and uniforms gathered together and pulled the trigger.
Bursting beams shot through the smoke, intent on stopping the intruders.
Amid the screams of submolecular conversion, a ball of plasma as scorching as the sun passed through the smoke, leaving traces of ignited hydrogen along the way. It shone with a brilliance that could not be looked at directly, and evaporated all the guards along the way, erasing their existence.
The people standing nearby also made sounds of fear as their armor issued high-temperature alarms, igniting their uniforms and melting the mechanical armor made of high-temperature resistant alloys.
Waves of shrill screams rang out, and the whole scene was like hell with blue flames rising.
After all the guards were taken care of, a figure jumped down from the ceiling.
Omega joined them.
He was holding a head in his hand, with the cut smooth, obviously a fatal blow from behind.
The head was dripping with blood, the face with the helmet stripped off was exposed to the air, and anger was engraved on the dead man's face, and it did not fade in the slightest even without breathing.
"Where is Carlbo?" Omega threw the head away and looked at Occam and asked.
"They chose another route, which is estimated to take another 120 seconds." Occam looked at his panel and replied.
"Go in from here and you will reach the goal of our trip." Omega pointed to an alloy door deep in the hall. "The foundation of the empire will collapse with the opening of the door. An unprecedented deception will be exposed. The war between Terra and Mars will be unprecedented. Even the Horus Heresy cannot be compared with it."
The roar of the bipedal walking machines was heard, and the mechanical team led by Carlbo came from another passage.
Taking advantage of his infiltration into the Mechanicus, Carlbo got a lot of good stuff.
The bipedal walkers and redemption mechas are all the latest models and are extremely powerful.
Even those Primaris warriors who were hailed as demigods would be torn to pieces by such terrifying firepower.
"Guilliman really did a good thing, using those new technologies to create so many new equipment." Kalbo said something good. "Unfortunately, these actions will only help him die and make human's internal organs more horrible. These technologies from the void dragon will become a weapon for humans to kill their own kind."
Omega's face was expressionless, he knew what was about to happen.
The appearance of the Void Dragon will inevitably lead to turmoil in the empire.
Guilliman's Imperial authority would be shaken by the lies left by the Emperor.
An unimaginable bloodbath will break out.
Countless numbers of humans will die in this coming storm.
'It was worth it.' Omega thought silently, the possibility of humanity defeating Chaos was zero.
Embracing chaos and even becoming a part of it is the best way to continue the race.
The gods need the sustenance of mortal beings, and the extinction of humans will do them no good at all.
Even though the minions of the Four Gods cause great damage every time they invade the human world, with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses.
As long as they really control the galaxy, they will become much more gentle.
Just like those races that have always regarded chaos as an indispensable factor in the development of civilization.
Instead, they formed a symbiotic relationship with chaos and continued their civilization.
On the contrary, it is humanity’s extreme resistance to chaos that has led to so many invasions and large-scale casualties.
If you can't defeat it, why not try a different approach and enjoy it.
Alpharius had planned to make the Emperor a god and make the Warp a battlefield for the gods to restrain and confront each other.
Humanity has maintained a delicate balance in these confrontations, allowing it to survive.
Even if the empire were to fall apart, the human race would still be able to survive.
Who knew that the Emperor was so decisive and valued Guilliman so much that, in order to pave the way for Guilliman, he tried his best, gathered countless heroic spirits, not only severely damaged the Four Gods, but also threw his own fragments away, preventing the God-Emperor from coming to the world.
It doesn’t matter now. Even if the Emperor is gone, Guilliman can fill in the numbers later.
Human beings need a God, and it doesn’t matter who this God is.
Omega is not a believer in those so-called gods, he is loyal to Chaos itself.
Continuous chaos and struggle should be the norm in this world.
Despair and pain in repeated reincarnations should be the fate of all living beings.
War broke out between Terra and Mars, the Empire was severely damaged, and Guilliman was forced to become a god.
Everything was just like the Horus Heresy ten thousand years ago.
Several mechanical priests walked up and stretched out their huge mechanical arms to cut the last seal that imprisoned the Void Dragon.
The last door has a protective force field, the explosion will be weakened and it will be difficult to break the huge metal wall.
"I don't recommend you do that."
A voice was heard, and many Alpha warriors, holding weapons, looked towards the location where the voice came from.
Dalia emerged from the darkness with her guards.
Omegas all subconsciously activated the weapons in their hands.
He looked at the other person and could feel the incomparable power from that thin female torso.
"Guardian?"
"You can call it that." Dalia said calmly.
"Are you going to stop me??"
Omega raised the weapon in his hand, and the dancing arc of electricity reflected on his handsome face, which was as perfect as his other brothers.
“I can’t stop it,” Dalia said. “I can only advise you not to open it.”
"Want to speak for your master?" Omega said mockingly, "Use those righteous and high-sounding principles to stop me?"
Dalia shook her head. "I'm doing this for your own good. Although you and the current emperor were both born in a laboratory, the difference between you two is like heaven and earth. Do you think he would let you rescue a prisoner who could shake the empire without any precautions?"
Omega's expression turned a little ugly under the helmet.
The Alpha Legion has always been considered weaker than the other legions.
This incident became a thorn in the side of the Alpha Legion.
To this end, the Alpha Legion has always strived to prove their superiority over other legions.
Especially stronger than the Ultramarines.
It was Guilliman who initially accused the Alpha Legion the most.
He just criticizes the Alpha Legion for no reason, saying this is not good and that is not good.
Now he is openly said to be inferior to Guilliman.
It's a huge shame and humiliation.
"He knows nothing about this attack," Omega retorted. "I have erased all traces of myself. I know his minions have been trying to find me, but they are no match for me. They are so stupid that I can easily play with them. Now, those idiots are probably still looking for clues to the explosion thousands of kilometers away."
"You are a Primarch who is wise beyond the reach of us." Dalia said with a smile, "But what I said is also true. Otherwise, you would be the new Lord of Humanity now."
"He's just a lucky cunning con man." Alpha raised the gun and pulled the trigger, but the bullet was blocked by a layer of golden light curtain.
Dalia took a step back, and the group of people disappeared into the air.
It was obvious that he left using a teleportation device.
Omega looked towards the heavy metal door with a serious look.
The secrets hidden by the Emperor lie behind this door.
The Martian Mechanicus was born in the dream of the Void Dragon, and the Emperor is not a god of all machines at all.
He is just a pure liar.
Omega raised his hand, then swung it down.
"Blow it up, and soon the world will know Guilliman's hypocrisy."
Amid the explosion, debris flew and smoke billowed.
A strong will makes it almost impossible to breathe.
Various machines issued rapid warning sounds, and the capacity readings continued to rise, exceeding the highest peak value of the alert.
Kalbo and Omega showed their excitement.
Not only the machines in the prison, but the entire Martian system has disordered codes.
That terrible will has the ability to influence all mechanical life.
The Mechanical Priest felt that his body was out of control, the mechanical slaves were trembling all over, and the sound generators were making meaningless screams.
When Carlbo saw the chaotic code that popped up from the walker mecha he was controlling, he couldn't suppress the ecstasy on his face.
He had a premonition that an unprecedented chaos was about to break out.
Even if he had opened the cave and released the Chaos Code, the damage caused would never be as great as the damage caused by the Void Dragon's escape.
Not only to the machine, but more to the soul.
"Come out, the ancient god who has been sealed for a long time, and come back to this world with your anger and resentment." Karbo shouted excitedly: "The true body of the God of All Things, the eternal omniscient, the Void Dragon."
Silver light shone from the broken gate.
The rioters' perspective has changed dramatically.
In their eyes, light appeared distorted.
Or maybe there is no distortion and they are just seeing light from another dimension.
Light always remains in a straight line.
But now, they see a phenomenon that subverts common sense.
The light twisted and moved forward in the invisible air.
Distance becomes a lie and the very fabric of space and time is just one grand deception.
They saw geometric structures that were unacceptable to humans.
The silent roar shook their minds; that silver light was part of a grand consciousness.
A life form formed by ancient evil thoughts and extraordinary primitive power.
Such beings should not be given names.
What is the point of a name for a being that can inadvertently create civilizations or destroy them all
From the moment of human birth, and then trace back billions of years.
In the unimaginable ages before mortal life.
This indescribable thing already exists.
It devours the hearts of many stars and is revered as a god in the countless galaxies of the universe.
It is the eternal one, the endless ten thousand, the supreme omnipotence, and also the bound prisoner.
The mere existence of this concept was enough to nearly burn the thugs' brains.
Omega felt the pressure, his extraordinary brain working rapidly, trying to comprehend the other party's existence.
But this work is doomed to be futile.
Omiji gets nothing but a headache.
"Foolish mortal, I finally gained my rare freedom."
The light converged and turned into a giant dragon with wings and covered with silver scales.
The huge dragon boy was like an abyss. Once you looked at it, you would fall into it, lose your mind and become a soulless puppet driven by it.
Omega stared at the dragon, feeling a sense of anticipation.
What kind of expression would Guilliman have when he saw the Void Dragon escape from trap and the Mechanicus out of control
Shocked, wailing, or just crying like a fart spirit.
It's really exciting.
"You have been freed. Go ahead. There are countless lives in the outside world for you to harvest." Omega turned to look at Carl: "Our mission is accomplished. Now, let's go."
Many mechanical priests looked fanatical. The Void Dragon represented the essence of the universe and the truth and knowledge that they were reaching for.
The God of All Things that they should serve is the dragon in front of them, not the liar Emperor.
Bang!
A giant claw fell down, blocking Omega's way out.
"Foolish mortals, your mission has ended, but mine has just begun. If I let you go, how can I explain to the great emperor of the empire? If you betrayed him, and I remain indifferent, wouldn't I also be labeled a traitor?"
The Void Dragon did not speak, but his voice echoed in the minds of the thugs.
The people who had looked excited just now turned pale at this moment.
Omega's expression changed several times, and he turned his head in disbelief to look at the huge Void Dragon covered with silver scales.
Alpharius, are you human
You let your brother jump into such a big pit?
Hydra doesn't cheat Hydra.
"The Emperor has fallen, and you are free." Carlbo's tone changed, no longer as excited as before.
"Emperor? Foolish mortal being, you don't even know who I am loyal to, yet you dare to lift my seal? I serve the great and holy Emperor of the Empire, the omniscient and almighty, the savior of mankind, the conqueror of all worlds, the only master of the galaxy, the ruler of the will of the stars, the killer of gods, the destroyer of civilization, the one in gold and blue armor, her name is Roboute Guilliman."
The voice of the Void Dragon was like a hammer, smashing hard into their souls, making their hearts like a vast ocean of ether, stirring up turbulent waves and making it impossible to find peace.
Omega's eyes widened, shocked by the other's words.
He thought his plan had played Guilliman into a ruthless trick.
I have been a clown from beginning to end, and the other party simply doesn't bother to be my enemy.
The Void Dragons are loyal to Guilliman, so what is Guilliman
The so-called truth that could defeat the Empire and bring Mars and Terra to war is likely to have the opposite effect.
Not only will it strengthen Guilliman's rule, it may also allow Guilliman to gain the title of All-Powerful God.
With the endorsement of the Void Dragon and the Emperor, everything Guilliman says is true.
"escape!"
Omega yelled.
The next second, the Void Dragon pressed down with its claw, and Omega was pressed to the ground.
The enormous force caused a huge dent to appear on the metal floor of the prison.
Do not doubt the power of a Star God.
If they were not strong enough, the ancient saints would not have been defeated.
Captured the Primarch who had been on the run.
The silver claws slashed through the air, and a silver light emerged, turning into the entrance to the dimensional pocket.
The Void Dragon threw its Omega in.
Now all that's missing is Omega.
The Void Dragon didn't want to test his weight in Guilliman's heart.
See if the other party will kill himself for a dead primarch.
As for whether Omega would escape, the Void Dragon was not worried at all.
Even if Omega had three heads and six arms, it would be difficult to escape from the dimensional maze inside the dimensional pocket.
After dealing with the Primarch, the Void Dragon looked at the other thugs.
The face covered with scales revealed a hint of cruelty.
"No!" An Alpha warrior was bitten, and the sharp teeth exerted a little force, and the solid armor was bitten through like a paper lake, and bright red blood spurted out.
After chewing it twice, the Void Dragon swallowed it directly.
"What a wonderful soul, full of pain." The Void Dragon showed a satisfied expression, and then rushed towards the other thugs with even more excitement.
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"I knew it would be like this. Why would they be so stupid as to think they could fight a ruler who dared to declare war on God and would be unaware of their little tricks?"
Dalia watched the atrocities of the Void Dragon. As a guardian, she had no idea how the current emperor subdued the Void Dragon.
But she had already seen through Omega's fate of failure.
No one knows where the back-up is?
Omega himself probably didn't realize that the person he had been trying so hard to rescue had already become the other party's person.
The emperor's net has entangled everyone, even the various sinister schemes carried out by those ambitious and conspiratorial people may be part of the other party's plan.
"What should we do now? Let the Void Dragon go back?" asked a warrior on the side.
"No need. The Void Dragon must have come out at his instruction. Let's go. We don't need any guards here." There was a hint of relief in Dalia's words.
If she had stood in front of Omega, she would probably be a corpse now.
Received the Imperial Medal of Honor and a grand memorial service.
Apart from that, there is nothing.
Guilliman hadn't told her anything.
No one was told that the Void Dragon had been tamed.
He didn't care whether everyone here would die or not, nor did he care whether she, the caretaker, would die or not.
As cold as a heartless machine.
Consider from the perspective of maximizing benefits.
Dahlia learned some stories about Guilliman from others.
Behind all that glory, all she felt was the cruelty and coldness of those in power.
This is not the first time he has done such a thing.
The heavy damage to Magnus, the Battle of Vigilante, the Battle of Red Earth, etc.
Ignorant people serve a trap that draws in the enemy.
Their deaths themselves became part of that trap.
Dalia turned and left.
Her guards followed closely behind.
A moment later, the emergency forces arrived in a hurry.
The Void Dragon was brought aboard the Emperor's flagship, the Supremacy, and given a seat next to the Mechanical Throne.
It just looked a bit humiliating, and he could only lie beside Guilliman like a pet.
The mob's sudden attack on Mars also shocked the entire solar system and caused huge waves.
Renegades like Alpha can also reach deep into Mars.
If the other party goes one step further, what can be done?
Attack Terra? Assassinate the Emperor
Just thinking about it makes many people unable to sleep or eat.
Valano was ordered to investigate the whole incident and execute anyone involved who helped Alpha and Carbon.
The storm came, but Guilliman didn't care much for it.
He cares more about Omega and Carl.
The crimes committed by these two guys during the Horus Heresy are simply too numerous to list.
When the torch is lit at the Imperial Heroes Square, both of them will definitely have a part in it.
As for the Webway, Dorne is almost finished with it, and will soon be able to connect the section from the City of Miracles to Terra.
By then, Magnus won't be of much use.
There is not much point in keeping it locked up, and it also wastes food rations.
Guilliman planned to create a Terran attraction, construct a machine to drain psychic energy, and turn known traitors into torches.
Draw upon their psychic energy to light the torch.
On the one hand, it can generate income for Terra, and on the other hand, it can warn the world what the consequences of betraying the empire will be.
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The Heavens - Mount Olympus.
Thunder flashed, divine power danced wildly, and shouts of killing shook the sky.
The once peaceful divine realm is now littered with corpses, and countless gods and heroes have been killed or injured.
The golden double-headed eagle flag flutters in the wind.
The empire's warriors advanced steadily, shattering this realm built by the gods.
Constantine followed the empire into the heavens where the gods resided.
The Olympian gods are completely finished.
The scene here is beyond the imagination of even the craziest artist.
The gods are bleeding and the ancient spirits are lying dead.
The divine realm is in pieces and is about to be buried.
The Olympian gods suffered heavy casualties, their blood was flowing, and the end had come.
The Empire holds weapons that are powerful enough to kill gods.
Even more terrifying are those female warriors called Sisters of Silence, who have prayers carved all over their bodies.
They are extraordinary black holes.
Divine power, magic, and superpowers are all ineffective in front of them.
Those heroic spirits and servants who served the gods were slaughtered like weak mortals in front of them, without any ability to fight back. Even the gods could only fight back with their own martial arts and had no way to use their divine power.
Those goddesses who had no martial arts skills were slaughtered by the silent nuns. The entire palace was dyed red with divine blood, and the corpses of gods were everywhere.
"Mortal, do you know what the consequences of your actions will be?" The King of Gods - Zeus roared, his whole body had turned into thunder, and his eyes were spewing lightning that was enough to blind people.
The divine realm was destroyed and the gods were nearly annihilated.
He hates it.
If it were in the past, he would definitely launch a doomsday disaster on mankind.
Let mankind know what it means that God cannot be insulted.
"You have angered the gods, and the end of mankind has been determined." Zeus roared: "I swear you will pay the price."
Titus showed a cruel smile, "You better live first, false god. The atrocities you have committed are enough to sentence you to death."
"I am a god, and mortals are not qualified to judge gods." Zeus shouted, raised his hand, and thunder condensed in his hand, turning into an electric spear, striking Titus.
In other parts of the battlefield, the fighting was still going on, with gunfire blaring and shouts of killing shaking the sky, and it looked equally brutal.
Humans fell in droves, but were quickly refilled and continued to attack.
From time to time, a god would fall down, and human soldiers would rush over and dismember him with swords and guns.
The gods are already doomed to fail, and are only fighting a final desperate battle.
The empire's army continuously launched fierce attacks on the temple it was defending, turning the entire divine domain into ruins.
The attacks of humans forced the gods to fight on their own, defending an area, persevering and waiting for an opportunity that would never come.
The devices in reality are also at work, cutting off the gods' source of faith and preventing them from continuing to draw power from human emotions.
Combined with the Sisters of Silence and anti-subspace devices, the power of the gods is continuously weakening.
"Quick, continue the bombardment." Mao Long shouted while holding a command knife, "Target, God of War Ares, don't let him have a chance to catch his breath."
The madness of this world made Mao Long no longer want to think anymore.
Mao Long’s eighteen generations of ancestors, Mao Long’s parents, and Mao Long himself probably would not have imagined that they would one day become a member of the god-killing team.
A large number of troops are still being deployed to the battlefield. Their mission is not to directly kill the gods, but to perform some auxiliary tasks.
Deploy devices that can establish stability in the divine realm, seize important nodes, cut off the gods' source of power, organize artillery fire to bombard the gods, and cut off the vassal armies under their command.
Mao Long had never thought that those gods really existed, nor had he ever thought that gods could really bleed and could be killed.
ps: Ten thousand words, no increase or decrease, still forty-five thousand short.