It was an extremely magnificent building, towering into the clouds, with its highest point even extending into the void.
The golden double-headed eagle representing the empire alone is extremely majestic and huge, like a giant golden mountain.
It sparkles in the sunlight and the light of the void battleship's engine.
In front of that tunnel, the individual seems very small.
The sheer size of the tunnel entrance is beyond human measure.
In the past, Kunbis would have believed that only gods could build such a building.
There are magnificent buildings everywhere, as if they were built for the mythical Titans.
Each building is so majestic that the aircraft capable of carrying hundreds of people shuttling among those majestic buildings seem as small as flying ants.
Every building has its own mission.
Some buildings are like spheres, emitting dazzling light, as if a newborn star with vigorous vitality is imprisoned inside them.
Some buildings release brilliant rays of light, which cover the entire world like a soft veil, making it look like a fairyland in mythology.
The most eye-catching building, the most conspicuous and impressive building is the Thinker Array composed of the Divine Brain Array. From the aircraft, one can see the mouths of those giant genetically modified heads, opening and closing in unison, as if performing some kind of calculation and analysis.
One component has a huge pipe the size of an ordinary person that connects those buildings to transport energy or some special materials.
The most shocking thing among those magnificent buildings is the huge tunnel entrance.
It is made up of countless metal structures engraved with intricate electromagnetic patterns and is extremely large.
They form a huge portal, located in the center of countless buildings, connecting the sky and the earth, like a mythical bridge to heaven.
The entrance of the tunnel is filled with golden and blue light, giving people a very sacred feeling.
Soldiers in military uniforms and technicians in scarlet robes were busying around in hovercraft, maintaining the huge portal.
Hovering drones and servo skulls flew through the air, scanning the complex metal structures with sharp whistles to ensure that there would be no problems in their operation.
The aircraft was docked on a huge platform.
Kunbis was swept out of the aircraft by the huge crowd.
Step by step, he walked towards the huge tunnel entrance.
He looked around in the crowd and saw heads everywhere.
At the end of the square are several huge doors made of black stone and metal.
A holographic projection appears above the door, reminding people of the ticket numbers in their hands and telling them to go through the door corresponding to the numbers.
Crowds of people enter different gates according to the ticket numbers they receive and are divided into different groups.
The people sent to Modo are of complex composition and each has his own mission.
Part of it will be transported deep into the tunnel to speed up the progress of the tunnel project.
The other part is to go to another universe to build the local area and prepare for the empire's large-scale immigration and conquest.
Kunbis in the crowd pushed hard towards the portal he wanted to go through, following the others moving in the same direction.
In order to fulfill its mission of supervising the operation of the empire, it should not be disturbed by any external factors.
The identity of the Man in Black is kept strictly confidential.
The information they provide will be sent to the emperor of the empire through special channels.
No one except the omniscient and omnipotent emperor of the empire is qualified to know their names and appearances.
The only information that can be checked is their numbers and achievements.
The intelligence system avoids the possibility of the identity of the Man in Black being leaked through an extremely complex procedure.
It also prevents them from enjoying too many privileges.
In most cases, they can only go through the process like ordinary people.
The tunnel is extremely large and is divided into different areas and levels.
People walk in different areas according to their ticket numbers.
The popularity of the Empire's personal terminal system makes such work easy.
Through the calculation of the Shennao Matrix, station managers can accurately arrange the destination of each person.
A light mist that seemed to be made up of countless light points was stirred as the crowd moved forward.
Kunbis followed the instructions on the terminal and walked along the corridor in his area, then headed to the train station according to the signs on the wall.
The glowing mist settled below his knees and was disturbed by his steps, forming small whirlpools.
The light mist is colorless and tasteless, ethereal and uncertain. Walking in it gives people the feeling of strolling in fairyland.
Kunbis followed the instructions and finally found the train station.
The train I was about to take was lying motionless on the track.
That train is definitely a reflection of the industrial might of the empire.
The width of the vehicle is more than 100 meters and the height is over 30 meters.
Such a huge object is no longer a train, but a moving metal mountain.
Standing there, it looks like a giant beast forged from steel, full of power and oppression.
When Kunbis stood on the platform, he looked around and found that he could not see the front or rear of the train at all.
It is hard to imagine how staggeringly long it is.
Kunbis looked at the terminal and saw that the floor height was 4/10, which was in the middle.
I looked up and saw that there were several floors above, all filled with people.
The same was true below, which was also full of people.
Kunbis guessed how amazing the passenger capacity of such a train would be.
What's even more terrifying is that such a train only occupies a part of the huge tunnel.
Other areas are reserved for warships to pass through.
Quinbis learned the size of the tunnel entrance from discussions among some people on the platform.
The tunnels are said to be large enough to accommodate the passage of Imperial battleships.
One can imagine how huge the scale of those tunnels is.
The existence of an individual is too insignificant in front of such a magnificent building.
After waiting for a while, the indicator light on the platform changed from red to green.
The hydraulic device started working. The sound of metal collision mixed with the hiss of high-pressure gas being released. The sound was rumbling, like the breathing of a giant beast.
The platform isolation door and the train door open simultaneously.
A soft white light emanated from the train, and the fog at the station was blocked by some invisible force, preventing it from entering the train.
"Please complete identity verification in an orderly manner. After boarding the train, find your location according to your number. This train goes directly to the Empire's Alien Space Base No. 01. Passengers assigned to maintenance stations along the way, please pay attention to the terminal information, go to the designated handover car in time, and get off the train on the lander."
"Please complete identity verification in an orderly manner. After boarding the train, find your location according to your number. This train goes directly to the Empire's Alien Space Base No. 01. Passengers assigned to maintenance stations along the way, please pay attention to the terminal information, go to the designated handover car in time, and get off the train on the lander."
The sound of the broadcast came from inside the train.
Kumbis was in the front row and soon it was his turn.
When the previous passenger completed the inspection and walked into the carriage, the green isolation beam in front of Kunbis turned red.
Kunbis could feel the threat emanating from those beams.
Do not try to force your way past security and into the train.
Those light beams are not just for show, they can really kill people.
Those beams can cut an entire human body into pieces at the molecular level in a few nanoseconds.
Kunbis walked to the designated place and a golden beam of light scanned his entire body.
Wait until the identity check is completed and a confirmation prompt sounds.
The red beam turned a harmless green.
Kunbis then stepped in and looked for his seat according to the bus number he had received.
The seats are designed to be quite user-friendly, like private seats, divided into small rooms.
Sufficient resting space is reserved for passengers, where they can not only sit but also lie down to rest.
There are several lockers next to the seats.
Apparently, it was for passengers to store their personal belongings. There was a cabinet containing medicines and several injections, as well as several books published by traditional Chinese teachers. They were very thick, and all of them were covered with gold-embossed words praising the great emperor.
In addition to these there is also a small bathroom and some daily necessities.
Kunbis took a look and sat down in his seat.
As soon as I sat down, an information window popped up on the seat.
Holy, bright, omniscient and almighty Emperor of the Empire, this train has been authorized to go to the Empire Space Outpost Station No. 1. You can take a landing machine to get on and off the station along the way. In order to ensure the safety of passengers, this announcement is made in accordance with the Empire's special management law and the regulations of the Tunnel Management Department, the Security Department and other departments.
When riding the train, please strictly abide by the regulations and the administrator's orders. Deliberate acts of sabotage are likely to be regarded as betrayal of the Empire and humanity, and may result in excommunication.
According to the special laws of the Empire, train controllers have the right to execute, imprison, remove brain lobotomies, and wipe memories of those who deliberately sabotage train operations and violate train regulations, including but not limited to the above punishments.
The relevant penalties will be recorded in the Imperial Special Law Trial Regulations. If you have any questions, you can apply for administrative reconsideration after getting off the train, or submit an objection proposal to the trial court. It is not allowed to create disturbances on the train under any excuse, otherwise it will be regarded as intentional violation of the train operation rules.
To ensure operating order and protect your personal physical and mental safety, please strictly abide by the following rules.
Article 1: The train staff will wear uniforms with a golden double-headed eagle, wear pendants with the images of the two emperors of the empire around their necks, and carry servo skulls that can chant the imperial hymn.
If you find a staff member who does not meet the requirements, you can press the button on your seat to ask the management office whether the staff member exists.
Article 2: The seats are equipped with a complete sanitary system, which is sufficient to support your short-term living needs. Unless you need to get off the train, do not leave your seat at will, and do not wander around in the carriage to avoid misunderstandings from the train administrator.
Article 3: Passengers who choose to get off should strictly follow the ground signs and do not change the route at will to avoid unnecessary danger.
Article 4: Food and water will be provided by the train. Just order at the order window and a staff member or unmanned machine will deliver it to your food receiving cabinet. The train only provides fully cooked food and sterilized purified water. It is normal to have a certain bitterness and be difficult to swallow. Always remember that eating is not a pleasant thing. If you eat delicious food with maggots, crystal powder and other food that does not meet the train standards, please contact the management office immediately.
Article 5: If you find the journey boring and tedious, you can read the Holy History of the Emperor, the Words of the Emperor, or sleep. Do not indulge in any behavior that can bring pleasure, such as sexual fantasies, gluttony, or immersion in games, etc.
Article 6: If you see military personnel carrying weapons, please do not be overly surprised or ask questions. Please sit in your seat and remain quiet.
Article 7: Do not trust any passengers wandering around in the train, and do not listen to any of their statements about truth or facts. If you encounter such a situation, please report it to the management office immediately and you will receive a certain reward.
Rule 8: Do not accept other passengers' invitations to go to their seats, and do not invite any passengers to your seat. Anything can be left until you get off the bus.
Article 9: If you encounter tall and thin figures, strange whispers, bloody and old carriages, and other auditory and visual hallucinations that are not in line with common sense, you must contact the management department in time and they will send a doctor to diagnose you.
If necessary, they will arrange for you to get off the bus and receive treatment.
Article 10: It is not permitted to recite in the carriages any religious prayers not authorized by the state religion and not addressed to the Holy Emperor, the All-Knowing and All-Powerful, and the Great Emperor.
Article 11: The carriage is forged from a special alloy without the use of any genetic technology. There is no moving flesh or active organs or other tissues.
Article 12: If the train stops midway, please obey the orders of the train conductor. Before receiving orders, please stay quietly in your seat. You are not allowed to make any anti-empire, anti-emperor, or anti-state religion remarks, and you are not allowed to incite others or collude with others to disrupt the order of the train.
Article 13: This train has complete security measures. If you encounter any accidents, please trust our professionalism and seek help from train management personnel in accordance with the provisions of Article 1 in a timely manner.
Article 14: During the ride, if you find that people around you have disappeared for no reason, and you are alone in the dark or in an environment shrouded in strange lights, do not move at will. If calling the staff does not work, you can use the medicine on the seat to fall into a deep sleep.
Article 15: Please maintain healthy sleep. If you have bloody, cruel, or dark dreams, you can use the psychiatric drugs in the medicine cabinet. If the drugs are useless, please seek help from the train management department.
Article 16: Tunnels and trains are completely enclosed. Under normal circumstances, you cannot see the outside world. If you accidentally see strange scenes such as the starry sky, the moon with a smiley face, etc., please notify the train management department immediately and use drugs to fall asleep.
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Article 120: Please always remember your identity as a citizen of the Human Empire, and remember your mission and responsibilities. You can only worship, believe in, and follow the omniscient and omnipotent Emperor of the Empire and the Great Emperor. Other existences are evil gods and heretics that represent lies and deception.
This announcement has been reviewed by multiple departments including the Imperial Legal Department, the Imperial Government District, and the Alien Universe Development Department, and all regulations are true and valid.
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Kunbis checked the passenger rules in the information window, which revealed a lot of information.
The Empire's defenses for the tunnels were not perfect enough to completely prevent enemy infiltration.
Before the mission, Quinbis obtained some intelligence documents about the tunnel.
Those evil gods born from the emotions of creatures in the real universe have been seducing the citizens of the empire in the tunnels, trying to make those with weak minds fall into their arms.
The construction materials of the tunnel are very special and can effectively weaken the enemy, but it cannot completely isolate the influence of the subspace.
According to the information obtained by Quinbis, when the train is running, passengers often suffer mental breakdowns and are dominated by those strange creatures.
Several sites have also been closed due to those being dominated.
Kunbis reached out to close the information window, then lay down on the seat of the chair, thinking about his next task.
The Men in Black organization is affiliated with the Holy Light, the omniscient and omnipotent savior of mankind, the great imperial emperor.
As an intelligence organization that belongs exclusively to the Emperor of the Empire, the Men in Black should logically have great power.
However, the truth is quite the opposite. The Men in Black do not exist in the empire's vast administrative system.
There are no official files, and naturally no power.
They would not interfere in the administration and military of any place. They would just hide among the crowd as ordinary people, collect local intelligence, and submit it to the few big figures in the empire.
Individuals chosen to join the Men in Black must abandon the pursuit of personal desires.
Every man in black will receive a double stamp on his mind and soul.
The process of becoming a Man in Black is irreversible.
Even if they are contaminated by Chaos, they will remain absolutely loyal to the Emperor of the Empire and humanity.
They also implant the Heart of the Empire, but it is different from the combat version used by the Imperial Army.
The Heart of the Empire implanted by the Men in Black focuses more on spy capabilities such as disguise, transformation, infiltration and stealing intelligence.
Quinbis's mission this time is to go to Universe 02, which is being developed by the Empire, and lurk in it to find potential human traitors.
Gather intelligence on their attempts to subvert the empire, and secretly monitor those officials to ensure that they do not misinterpret the words of the emperor.
Kumbis will never forget how he became the Man in Black.
The power of the empire has inspired countless people, but there are huge hidden dangers.
Darkness always grows where the emperor of the empire doesn't notice.
The damage caused by the wanton behavior of petty officials who hold power is comparable to that of those crazed human traitors.
The Escher family is a prime example.
The status of each family member is not high, they are just the lowest law enforcement officers in the Terra Hive.
However, they are able to form a huge power network through the connection of interest networks, making the areas under their influence become oppressive and terrifying.
With the help of the toughness of imperial law, they can easily destroy the future of a rebel.
Those who have suffered injustice can only feel despair when facing those guys.
Those lower-level law enforcement officials are not difficult to deal with.
But they symbolize the empire, and dealing with them is tantamount to fighting against the empire.
Faced with such a situation, even the most capable ruler would feel helpless.
The bad qualities of human beings are accumulated through complex and sound systems, turning into a darkness that ordinary people cannot bear.
The official committed some petty evil act.
If that official had turned a blind eye to it, it would have led to the corruption of the imperial bureaucracy and an ineradicable darkness.
Countless people at the bottom of society will suffer because of this.
It was under these circumstances that Men in Black was formed.
They are to be the eyes of the Emperor of the Empire, observing the impact of every law, policy and regulation issued by Terra on society.
Become the emperor's ears, listen to every citizen's complaints, dissatisfaction and grumbles, and ensure that the emperor's information is comprehensive and will not be deceived by his ministers.
Universe 02 is far away from the sight of the Emperor of the Empire.
If someone tried to use Universe 02 to organize a force to resist the Empire, it would be a very dangerous thing.
Even if there is no resistance, the behavior of local officials who misinterpret the emperor's orders for their own interests will lead to a decrease in local citizens' identification with the empire and hinder the emperor's great cause.
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Kunbis's journey was relatively smooth.
Of course, that doesn't mean there is no danger. He saw fully armed military personnel running back and forth several times along the way, and even saw the emblem of the Inquisitor.
Apparently someone was contaminated during the journey and the train management dealt with it.
After arriving at the Universe 01 outpost, Quinbis used his pre-disguised identity to blend into the supply team heading to Universe 02.
That part of the journey was even more dangerous.
The road protection across the alien universe is not perfect.
Some members of the supply team were contaminated by Chaos, underwent horrible mutations, and were executed by the accompanying Inquisitors or Priests.
After a tortuous journey, Kunbis was able to enter Universe 02 and carry out his own covert work.
As soon as he arrived, he received explosive news.
A team said to be composed of the most powerful people in parallel universes is heading towards his planet, preparing to launch a counterattack against the Empire's colonial forces and take back their world.
Those guys called themselves the Injustice League.
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Terra.
After capturing the City of Miracles, Dorne made preparations to launch a crucial battle on the Webway.
Seize the portion of the webway from the City of Miracles to Terra, and eliminate the threat of Terra's destruction.
After several military simulations, it was finally decided to launch offensives from Terra and the City of Miracles, to annihilate all enemies in one fell swoop and regain control of the Webway.
Valanor was ordered to lead the Sisters of Silence, the Guards, the Grey Knights and other troops through the underground passage to the throne room where the seal was located.
Guilliman also left his mechanical throne and took charge personally.
Prepare to put an end to the web road problems left over from ten thousand years ago.
The imperial guards, wearing golden armor and holding spears, marched into the throne room in formation.
Valanor didn't know how the war started ten thousand years ago.
How those ancestors, willing to die bravely, led by the Emperor, rushed into the Webway to seize that slim chance for mankind.
The Grey Knights and the Sisters of Silence remained silent, using their helmet's eyepieces to observe the throne room they had never entered.
The roaring machines are still running.
The technicians in charge of maintenance are still diligently maintaining those devices to ensure that they can operate smoothly.
Unlike in the past, the sarcophagus used to absorb the souls and power of psykers has been empty for a long time.
All the seals now serve to drain the power of the traitor Magnus.
Behind the sound barrier, the opponent's distorted face and silent screams all proved what a cruel device the Golden Throne was.
No one would sympathize with Magnus.
He is only paying for the tip of the iceberg of his endless sins.
The webway gate occupied the entire wall behind the golden throne, like a half-closed gray eye, continuously exhaling white mist.
It no longer displayed the complex, bizarre immaterial universe, nor did it turn the color of its original sandstone walls.
The Golden Throne can only suppress it and allow it to exist in a low-power state, but it cannot shut it down completely.
Guilliman stood at the front of the team, glanced at Magnus on the Golden Throne, and then looked towards the suppressed Webway entrance.
He calculated Dorn's speed.
Make sure you open the webway portal at an appropriate time.
The void dragon that seemed to be made of silver became miniature and coiled on his shoulders.
When the bell rang twice in succession, Guilliman raised the Sword of the Emperor in his hand, and golden and blue flames emerged from the blade.
"Those demons once drank the blood and flesh of those martyrs. They arrogantly broke the human desire for redemption and tried to treat us as playthings and pathetic pawns. Today we will tell them that humans will never succumb to them. Even though we have suffered a lot and even though we have experienced failure, we will eventually return with the fire of revenge."
Guilliman glanced at everyone, his eyes were calm, yet exuding an almost suffocating majesty.
"Today, we will take back everything we have lost. We will also bring despair to those who claim to be immortal. We will tell them that humans will not surrender, nor will they forget the hatred of the past."
The third bell rang.
This is an agreed-upon sound.
Guilliman swung the sword in his hand, and his whole body was shining with light.
Countless machines roared and alarms blared.
The golden throne that had been sealing the dimensional gate let out a sharp and piercing howl.
The white mist turned into golden light and rushed from the webway gate to the throne room like a flood bursting a dam.
Twisted creatures that should only exist in nightmares appeared in the light and swept into reality.
"Today, humanity will take back everything." With a deafening roar, Guilliman slashed fiercely into the air.
A violent flame flew out of the blade, turning all the emerging monsters into ash.
"kill."
"kill."
"kill."
Countless angry voices shook the throne room.
"For humanity, for the great emperor of the empire." A knight drove a mecha, activated the thick power spear, and rushed towards the endless tide of demons.
Valanor charged with the Custodes and the Sisters of Silence, just as he had done ten thousand years ago.
"Take everything back." The returning Grey Knights Supreme Mentor, Diego, also roared. His whole body was glowing, and he rushed towards the monster like a raging beast.
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The soldiers roared, venting their long-pent-up anger.
Humankind has waited such a long time for this day and paid such an unbearable price.
Countless men and women turned to ashes, filling every gap in the gears of time.
The great Emperor chose to leave in order to prevent humanity from reaching its final doomsday.
The Empire is struggling to survive under the threat of traitors and aliens.
The soldiers fought in despair and fear, just to ensure that this race that came out of the earth could survive in this cruel universe.
Countless lives were sacrificed to ensure the continuation of the empire day after day.
So cold-blooded, so cruel.
Today, they will settle the hatred left over from the past.
To regain what humanity has lost in the past.
Point the sword at all gods and burn all demons.
Countless warriors rushed from both sides of their emperor, fighting against those malicious creatures with swords in their hands.
Halberds were waving, spears were stabbing, heavy axes were chopping, bombs were roaring, and light beams were breaking through the air. The lifeless were exiled and harvested one after another.
The blade tore through the ugly flesh, and corrosive blood dripped like rain in the air.
The killed monster turned into ashes and drifted away in the air.
The air, swirling with flying ashes, was set off by tiny hints of cold light and heartfelt roars, bearing witness to mankind's fierce counterattack after thousands of years of grief.
They convey an undying faith to the gods.
Humanity will eventually return, and humanity will eventually take revenge.
Those dark, desperate years are over.
Humanity has shed too much blood and tears, and accumulated too much anger and resentment.
At this moment, they were all released.
The great Emperor of the Empire will create a future brighter than ever before.
Countless warriors shouted the emperor's name and rushed into the demonic tide with fearless determination.
The demons' cries before annihilation pale in comparison to their battle roars.
No monster can escape the sweep of the imperial army.
Guilliman struck no more after the first slash, instead walking through the ash-filled webway among his warriors.
Its mere existence has given countless people the belief that they will win, and filled them with endless courage and hope.
Driven by their masters behind the scenes, those demons howled madly in countless languages that had been lost in the long river of history, rushed towards the imperial legions, and then smashed themselves to pieces.
After entering the webway, what comes into view are ancient traces left over from tens of thousands of years ago.
Circuits made of Martian metal were combined with bone material from an alien race and carefully cultivated psionic plastic materials.
Such a structure is extremely simple and crude, forming an ugly combination.
Over the course of tens of thousands of years, this section of road has become dilapidated and decay can be seen everywhere.
Everything the Emperor did was too hasty.
He knew how sharp the conflict between himself and the gods was.
He wanted to solve some problems before any conflicts broke out.
Unfortunately, he was not a true god and did not truly understand the techniques of the ancient saints.
Construction is always more difficult than destruction.
Whether in terms of material input or technical requirements.
The Imperial army repaired the gap in the Webway as it advanced.
The special liquid metal material solidifies in just a few seconds, repairing complex dimensional walls.
Of course, the materials used by the Imperials are very different from those used by the Old Ones, the Eldar, and even the Emperor.
The former is stronger and more durable than the latter three, and has self-repair capabilities.
The Webway is full of traces of the war thousands of years ago.
There were broken bones and scattered mechanical parts everywhere.
Even after such a long time, one can still feel the tragedy of the past.
Countless heroes fell here.
He sacrificed his life for the great cause of humanity.
In some places the defence line reached tens of thousands of men, with corpses piled up in layers.
There are Skitarii, Titan Legions, Knights, Martian Guards, Sisters of Silence, and Custodians.
Most of them have been reduced to dry bones, rotting inside the decaying armor.
There were also some corpses that looked like they had just died, as if there was some special magic in the webway that kept them in the state of death.
Vehicles ten thousand years old were scattered across the battlefield, and Guilliman could recognize their models at a glance from their decayed steel bodies.
The anti-gravity Rhino troop carrier, the Land Raider, the Chimera heavy artillery, and more.
Guilliman thought for a moment, then gave a new order to the army coming in later, asking them to collect the remains of the dead and bring them back to Terra.
Those who died gave their lives to protect the future of mankind.
To forget their achievements would undoubtedly be a betrayal.
If the loyal are not praised, people will despair and think that they should selfishly protect themselves.
Dorne's army was also advancing in Guilliman's direction.
The two armies acted like a hammer and anvil, smashing the demon in the middle to pieces.
When the last demon was hacked to death by the empire's warriors wielding weapons, victory belonged to mankind.
Dorn walked up to Guilliman and knelt on one knee.
Other warriors and Titans also knelt on one knee.
"Holy, bright, omniscient and almighty Emperor of the Empire, Rogal Dorn has completed your instructions. The webway from the City of Miracles to Terra has been completely recovered."
Guilliman smiled as he helped Dorn up.
"You don't look like a general announcing good news, but more like a rogue who deliberately squeezes his own brother. You have achieved unprecedented feats, Dorne. You have freed mankind from the long-standing cancer and made your father's wish come true. Your achievements are destined to be recorded in history books, so please don't exercise such etiquette. You are still my brother, not a subject."
Dorn revealed a hint of cunning and said, "I am Roboute Guilliman's stone brother, and the most loyal general of the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor of the Empire."
"Then I will talk to you in the name of Roboute Guilliman, Dorn. Forget my identity as the Emperor of the Empire and the Lord of Mankind." Guilliman patted Dorn on the shoulder. "We have won the victory on the Webway, but this is not the final outcome. I have another task for you."
"What mission?" Dorn asked.
"The fall of Cadia created a great rift. The engineers of the Empire have tried their best but have not been able to completely repair the wound of this real universe. Countless demons and traitors always descend when the Imperial Army is lax, causing a large amount of property losses. After discussion, I decided to use troops against the Eye of Terror and destroy the nest of those traitors."
Guilliman paused before speaking again.
"The most difficult part of the Webway is over. If I leave you here any longer, I'm afraid your talent will be buried, Dorn. For this reason, I have decided to have you recapture the fortress world of Cadia. After the recapture, supplies from all over the galaxy will be sent there to prepare for the Empire's Eye of Terror expedition."
"This task is very difficult. The Eye of Terror is the territory of traitors and demons. They hold the initiative there. Entering the space-time of the Eye of Terror is easier than entering and exiting the Webway. You can appear without any rituals."
"This mission is just right for me." Dorn smiled and said, "Let me share the worries of the holy, bright, omniscient and almighty emperor of the empire."
Guilliman also smiled and shook his head, no longer paying attention to the long title from Dorn's mouth.
"I look forward to hearing good news from you, Dorn. The recovery of Cadia is definitely unimaginable good news for the people of the Empire. They will go crazy for it."
"I will bring them the good news." said Dorn.
The task of clearing out the Internet is not that simple, and there is no way to complete it in such a short time.
Dorn had just opened up the situation and recaptured the section of the Webway from the City of Miracles to Terra.
The rest of the work can be done by relying on firepower and industrial capacity.
For the Primarch, it can be said that there is no difficulty at all.
Dorn naturally accepted Guilliman's new mission with pleasure.
The Cadia Fortress World has become a Demon Fortress World.
Dorn would prove that he could not only build a fortress, but he could also tear it down.
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The Cyberway War ended, coming to an end.
The mission of the Golden Throne ends here.
Guilliman returned from the Webway and had Magnus, who looked like a dead dog, pulled down from the throne.
At this moment, Magnus' body was already charred black, but his vitality was still surging.
Apparently, it can still burn for a long time.
Guilliman kicked Magnus twice, who was like a dead dog, and had him put into a cage.
"Let the engineering department speed up the construction of the Imperial Torch. These damn traitors should also do something for the Empire to make up for their mistakes."
Guilliman had not forgotten his project to increase revenue for Terra.
The property losses caused by these damned traitors are incalculable, and they are being fed and watered after being caught? How can such a good thing happen? They must be pulled out to contribute to Terra's GDP.
Having said this, Guilliman was about to say something else.
A big clown wearing a mask, who was much taller than the other Eldar, walked out of the webway surrounded by many Eldar.
Their status as allies allowed them to travel through the heavily guarded webway and directly to the throne room.
Guilliman saw the leader of the Death Army, Yin Fulan, whom he had met once, the Eldar Great Prophet, Eldrar, and the Eldar Prophet, Naxos, who had assisted him before, the legendary Phoenix Lord, the Thousand Sons and many other Eldar high-ranking officials.
They gathered around the masked clown and walked in front of Guilliman.
Guilliman was watching them as well, his gaze fixed primarily on the Harlequin, who towered over the other Eldar.
He felt a surging power from the other's armored body that far exceeded that of other Eldar, as if there was a star trapped in his heart.
The Void Dragon coiled on Guilliman's shoulder also spread its wings and made a threatening gesture.
It was obvious that the person coming was someone he was familiar with.
"Holy Light, the omniscient and almighty Emperor of the Empire, the great Lord of Mankind, the Savior of the Galaxy, please forgive me for coming before you without your permission. I am your humble follower, an ancient ghost abandoned by the times, a coward who has survived to this day. You can call me Xilego."
The huge buffoon performed a respectful salute, bowing to Guilliman like a courtier.
"A god? It's surprising to be so respectful to the emperor of the mortal world." Guilliman looked at Xilego. If he remembered correctly, the other party should be the only god left in the Eldar who could still move freely, the God of Laughter - Xilego.