Marvel screamed in agony.
As the first Captain Marvel, he possesses super powers that are almost godlike.
After becoming cancerous and corrupt, it received the blessing of Yog-Sothoth, the omniscient and almighty.
Possessing the power to destroy the stars and all living things.
However, in front of a Primarch, he was so weak.
Nothing can be done.
You can't change God either.
Even if the gods themselves came, they would despair over these demigods created for war.
What's more, he is just a hero who has mastered supernatural powers and received the blessing of Yog-Sothoth.
There is a cruel fact that there are countless people like Mar-Vell in the subspace.
The time scale of a universe is extremely astonishing and will give birth to countless civilizations.
After those ancient civilizations ascended or collapsed, the remnants of those civilizations would enter the subspace and become one of those fallen monsters, or terrible monsters would be directly born from the death of the civilization.
Just as Ferrus' death gave birth to the Sapphire King, the Emperor's death will give birth to the Dark Lord.
Every death of a significant figure or civilization creates new subspace creatures.
They all possess great power.
There's no telling how many of those pathetic monsters Dorn slaughtered as he wandered the Warp, fighting for the Emperor.
Although Mar-Vell had some power, how could he possibly fight against the Primarch who was born to kill Chaos Gods
His defeat was inevitable.
"Foolish mortal." Marvell struggled to stand up from the rubble.
The twisted body continued to collapse and disintegrate.
The avatar of Yog-Sothoth is dead.
They lose their anchor and the concept of their existence becomes vague.
His strength was also draining away quickly, making him weak.
Dorn did not respond immediately.
He has no habit of declaring victory to his enemies, nor does he engage in meaningless verbal attacks.
Words are like swords. If you choose to attack, you must attack the opponent's weak spots and the areas they care about in order to cause the greatest damage.
His face was like a cold rock, and he held a halberd with arcs of electricity in his hand.
The foul black blood left by Marvell being pierced was still crackling on it.
Broken down into the most basic molecules by the dynamic field.
The power of arcane surged wildly in the sword, emitting a brilliant light.
A slight humming sound came from the energy core built into the halberd.
The energy device of the halberd is continuously supplying energy to the special runes engraved on the surface of the halberd, giving it the power to kill all living things.
He walked towards his defeated opponent.
Respond to the other person's arrogance with equally sarcastic and mocking words.
"Weak god, a mortal like me didn't even have to use any strength, and you, a piece of trash, fell down."
Marvell was devastated when he heard this.
I couldn't help but let out an angry scream.
Trying to stand up and continue fighting with the opponent.
But he was unable to do so.
After struggling several times, he was unable to stand up.
Dorn swung the halberd in his hand with a sarcastic expression.
The whistling blade swung towards Marvel's body.
He chopped off the opponent's head, letting the rotten black blood spurt out from the cut on the neck.
After dispatching his enemy, he led the warriors gathered around him into the depths of the fortress to rescue the Holy Emperor.
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Realizing that there was no way he could change the outcome, Abaddon was very decisive.
He used the passage that Vashtor and his men had taken and fled the battlefield with his men.
After chopping down the last enemy and confirming that the Emperor of the Holy Empire was not in danger, Lord Cypher retreated into the infinite darkness and disappeared from the perception of the Primaris warriors.
He still has his own mission to accomplish.
This is not yet the time to atone for your sins to the Lord of Caliban.
When the final battle between humans and gods begins, it will be time for him and the lion to fight side by side again.
Guilliman did not try to stop Abaddon and Lord Cypher from leaving.
The damage Yog-Sothoth inflicted on him was still affecting him.
Dorn stepped into the hall deep in the fortress, and the roar he made made the cancerous monsters completely lose their courage and flee to other places.
Their fate was sealed. No matter how they tried to escape, it would be useless. The warriors of the empire would never let them see the dawn of the next day.
"His Majesty."
"His Majesty."
"His Majesty,"
After confirming that there was no threat, the three Primaris warriors all looked at Guilliman.
The Holy Emperor's wounds have disappeared.
Even the damaged parts of the armor have been repaired.
If it weren't for the blood on the armor, no one would be able to tell what was wrong.
"Keep this matter secret for now, don't tell anyone." Guilliman said in a deep voice: "If the news of my injury spreads, it will inevitably cause people's concerns and some unnecessary troubles in the empire."
Guilliman was well aware of his own importance.
Once the news of his injury spread, his next expedition would not be so smooth.
The officials did not object to him leading the army in person because they had never seen Guilliman defeated by anyone.
From the time Guilliman woke up until now, it has been victory, victory, and victory.
Be it the Great Demon or the traitorous Primarch, they are nothing but chickens and dogs in Guilliman's hands and cannot withstand a single blow.
This image must not be changed, otherwise it will bring many variables.
The three Primaris looked at each other and swore an oath to Guilliman.
They will never reveal what happened today, and even when they die, they will take the secret to the grave.
Guilliman nodded before turning his attention to Dorn who had arrived.
Dorne's halberd was dripping with rotten black blood. He had killed countless enemies along the way before he was the first to charge in.
Other fighters followed him in, shouting various slogans.
"Your Majesty," Dorn called out from the doorway.
"My brother," said Guilliman. "I am glad to see you rushing in first."
Dorn looked around vigilantly and asked, "Where is the culprit
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Hearing Dorn's question, Guilliman pointed to the fallen Horus.
The huge body just lay there, without any breath.
The weapon in Abaddon's hands is no joke.
There is nothing in this world that is indestructible.
Even the incarnation of Yog-Sothoth, one of the three pillars of the gods, can be killed with the right weapons.
Guilliman also had a secret plan in his mind.
He must have more means to protect himself.
To ensure that he can continue to lead the empire until it has sufficient capabilities to deal with threats from all sides.
Being able to continue sailing into the future without his help can be said to be the end of his mission.
The plan for the return of the heroic spirit should also be implemented as soon as possible.
We must summon back all the heroes in the history of the empire.
Whether it's through technology or witchcraft, we have to bring those guys back.
Death is not the end of the mission.
How could such a blessing as 996 ever come to an end
Malcador, Loken, Tarvitz, Otik, Sigismund, these heroes who fought for humanity and the empire until the last moment, are all precious assets for the human empire that is about to move towards the diversity of the heavens.
Yog-Sothoth's blow taught Guilliman that he was not immortal.
As he himself has emphasized to the world many times, he is not eternal and he will die.
As long as the enemy is strong enough and cunning enough, he will die like those ordinary people.
If Yog-Sothoth can injure him now, he will find a chance to kill him later.
Without him, how will this empire that is trying to reach the heavens move forward
He had to leave enough wealth for the empire to ensure they could fight against all threats.
Even if one day they are killed or have to leave the empire for some reason, people can continue to move towards the future they pursue.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, for slaying another rebellious enemy." Dorn saluted respectfully.
Guilliman nodded.
"Send this guy's body to the laboratory for dissection and analysis of Yog-Sothoth's power. Arrange members of the Mechanicum to cleanse the entire planet."
As soon as he finished speaking, another voice of "Your Majesty" was heard.
Lai En, who had fought bravely in the bloody battle, also strode in, the sword in his hand stained with blood.
Behind him followed a group of Primaris warriors.
He cheered for having made it deep into the fortress and met the Holy Emperor.
Guilliman also showed enthusiasm and joy at their arrival.
"Your presence here means that the battle outside is over. Your achievements will be remembered by future generations. It is time to put an end to the corruption of Cadia once and for all."
At Guilliman's urging, the Sword of the Emperor once again released intense light and flames.
He asked everyone to step aside and walked towards the throne of Yog-Sothoth's clone.
He turned the burning sword over and thrust the blade into the throne.
Like cotton wool being ignited, the surrounding corruption also began to burn.
The creeping shadows let out terrible screams.
It was shrill and noisy, filled with despair and pain.
The terrible flame carries a pure purifying power that will completely destroy those shadow creatures.
The throne crumbled and burned in the flames of the Emperor's Sword.
A beam of light was released from the Emperor's Sword, rushing out of the fortress and shooting into the transparent sky.
The terrifying giant eye like a mountain and the wriggling tentacles composed of billions of snakes collapsed.
The transparent sky also returned to its original appearance.
The real universe regained control of Cadia, expelled the forces of the Warp, and restored the original laws of physics.
Witnessing the might of the Holy Emperor, all the people fighting cheered.
Even Ryan and Dorn felt a sense of awe at Guilliman's power.
Capable of purifying the entire world by himself, their brothers are far more terrifying than they imagined.
The darkness was dispelled.
The remaining monsters also became much weaker in strength. They were no match for the Imperial forces in the first place, and now became targets of slaughter.
After resolving all this, Guilliman did not stay to continue celebrating the victory with his soldiers.
He had to return to the Emperor Supreme.
As the supreme ruler, it was a luxury for him to lead the army in person, as there were many things in the empire waiting for him to deal with.
He couldn't stay on the battlefield forever.
"That guy from across the universe has been driven away." Guilliman said, "The next thing is up to you, Ryan. As my commander, the task of retaking the Eye of Terror is up to you. For me, for the Empire, and for humanity, completely eliminate this cosmic pus, let the gods go to hell."
"Don, you will also have a new mission. Go to other universes to display your talents, build more outposts, and prepare for the Empire's cross-universe expedition. And I may have to leave you again and return to Terra to continue my plan. We all have to prepare for the final decisive battle. When I go out again, I will give mankind an important gift."
After giving instructions to his two Primarch brothers, Guilliman returned to the Emperor Supremacy.
Winning Cadia and reclaiming the Eye of Terror were not the most important things to him.
This battle with Yog-Sothoth made him realize his limitations.
In the vast sky, which stretches for eternity, there has never been an immortal king, nor an immortal being.
His legend will end one day.
Sufferings similar to those in the Dark Ages should never again befall mankind.
He will find a safe path before he is completely terminated.
There has never been an immortal dynasty in the world, and the strong people will fight until eternity.
They will create their own legend.
All Guilliman has to do is pave the way for them.
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Andromeda Galaxy.
A strong light flashed in the vast void, as if a new star was born.
The space was twisting and breaking, and a crack emitting a strange witchy light appeared.
A huge fleet of void ships sailed out from the torn space rift.
"We have arrived at the place where the signal came from." A navigator with white eyes stood up weakly and said to the servant beside him: "Go tell Sage Kren that we have arrived."
"No, I'm already here."
A mechanical voice sounded.
A huge shadow loomed over the Navigator.
Several staff members turned around and saw a giant construction made of gears, pistons, chips and data cables.
That giant creation was none other than the Great Sage Kren, the former forging general of the forging world Steel Sphere, and the legendary figure who developed the Empire's Divine Brain Matrix.
When Guilliman called on people to go out into the galaxy, Kron devoted himself to the great cause of exploring outside the Empire.
His destination is the Andromeda Galaxy, the closest mature galaxy to the Milky Way.
The distance is about two million light years.
Such a distance is beyond the comprehension of a mortal mind.
Even if they use the ether of the subspace to give them the ability to fly and hide, they are also given the ability to survive in the cold void.
They also couldn't imagine what a distance of 2 million light years was.
In Universe 02 of Empire Strategy, the length of a parallel universe is less than one-third of the distance between two galaxies.
Those people live in ignorance and are fooled by the breeders behind the scenes without knowing it.
Even the so-called superheroes are treated like captive food.
What we pursue is not freedom and transcendence, but various kinds of justice.
They sacrificed the future of their race for the sake of justice, and they were still complacent, thinking they had done the right thing.
This is unimaginable for the empire.
Karen had heard a little about it.
He wasn't really concerned about it.
The enemies of the empire are not the fools who are kept in captivity without knowing it, but the enemies behind them.
Compared with those enemies, the Empire is undoubtedly the weaker side.
The empire must become stronger before it will be qualified to negotiate and confront those guys, liberate the human race in the heavens, and create a true human empire.
The development and colonization of extragalactic galaxies is a natural thing.
The socialized upbringing of the empire has become a consensus and something accepted by everyone.
To this end, the empire's population was manageable.
Able to reproduce enough population for overseas colonization at the fastest speed.
The Andromeda Galaxy is a spiral nebula with a huge disk-shaped structure.
With a diameter of 220,000 light years, it is larger than the Milky Way.
If dwarf galaxies such as the Large and Small Magellanic galaxies are considered satellite galaxies of the Milky Way and not formal galaxies, then the Andromeda Galaxy is the closest large galaxy to the Milky Way.
The Andromeda Galaxy and the Milky Way are both in the Local Group of galaxies.
With a diameter 1.6 times that of the Milky Way, it is the largest galaxy in the Local Group.
Like the Milky Way, Andromeda also has its own satellite galaxies, of which 14 are currently known.
It can be said that if we control the Andromeda Galaxy, we basically control the Local Group of galaxies.
By mastering the Local Galaxy Group, the Empire will become a civilization with influence in the universe.
Like other galaxies, the outer periphery of the Andromeda Galaxy explored by the Empire also looks like a post-war ruin.
There are suspended graveyards of battleships everywhere.
The huge cemeteries are shocking and terrifying.
Everywhere you look there are bodies and debris.
There are some stars with a staggering number of corpses floating around them.
The war of civilization that the Dark Watcher spoke of destroyed everything.
Many members of the exploration team believe that the Milky Way may be the last paradise in the universe.
This is why the Chaos Gods gather in the galaxy.
It's not just them who are fighting for the last inter-universe hub in the galaxy.
Also because the Milky Way is the last gathering place of life.
The ancient saints rebuilt the galaxy from the ruins. Although they were defeated and fled, they also provided a place for later races to live.
This theory was quickly dispelled.
After extensive investigations, the massive exploration fleet captured a civilization signal coming from the central region of Andromeda.
It represents that there are still civilizations existing outside the Milky Way.
Kren wore a crimson robe with the double-headed eagle of the Empire and the gear symbol of the Mechanicus on it.
There was no flesh and blood left on his face, and only a few wet parts inside his mechanical body represented that he had not crossed the bottom line of the Mechanicus.
Of course, only he himself knows whether he has made a breakthrough or not.
It is unknown whether the wetware is useful.
The complex mechanical devices on Kren's body were embedded in each other, and a pair of electronic prosthetic eyes emitted red light in the eye sockets.
Its huge and bloated body is six meters tall, and just standing in front of the staff makes them feel tremendous pressure.
Mechanical feet scurried across the ground, making a creaking sound like the firing of a lumberjack punching through a plasteel shield.
He stood in front of the navigator, and several data windows appeared.
There is a lot of binary information and images flowing inside
This shows that the signal they had previously discovered came from a relatively intact planet in the galaxy in front of them.
Every time he saw the remains of those planets, Kren was shocked by the scale of the war between the past civilizations.
Those ancient pioneers seemed to have used all kinds of weapons that were unimaginable to ordinary people.
Rules, laws of causality, mathematical laws, cosmological constants, etc.
Those terrible weapons destroyed the entire universe.
For example, if the entire space collapses into two dimensions, after the rules of the universe repair it, it will form a shattered cemetery filled with only death.
Planets will break apart and lose their original structure when dimensions change.
The same is true for those creatures.
At least there is blood in the war with the gods.
This horrific war of civilizations did not even involve any blood, and those creatures were probably unaware of the fact that they were being killed.
Those horrible participants in the war resolutely carried out one sentence.
Killing you has nothing to do with you.
Kron was somewhat thankful that humans were not active in that era.
Otherwise, there would definitely be human names among the extinct races.
A mechanical priest with a steel face appeared in one of the information windows.
He stood in a large, semicircular room.
The back is completely transparent.
The escorting battleships and the shattered galaxy can be seen.
"What's the situation? Intelligence Chief," Kren asked, reaching out and connecting a data cable to the back of his neck.
After identity verification, a large amount of information flowed into Karen's brain along the data cable.
"Our arrival seems to have disturbed them. You see they are preparing for battle."
The mechanical priest transmitted another picture into Kren's database.
The satellite that sent the signal is filled with a large number of electromagnetic signals.
There are numerous gleaming artificial communication satellites scattered all around, with interstellar spacecraft shuttling back and forth among them.
A large number of fighter planes were circling around the surface, and several giant warships were launching from the port.
They expressed fear and uneasiness about the arrival of the Imperial exploration team.
Kren's electronic prosthetic eye was rotating in its eye socket, and the high-precision visual mode allowed him to catch a hint of abnormality.
"Stormbird fighter!"
He saw that the space fighter flying on that planet was actually a Stormbird.
An ancient equipment that has been eliminated by the Empire.
How could it appear here!
There was no way Kren would mistake the Stormbird fighter. You have to know that he used to be the casting general of Steel Sphere, and one of his production projects was the Nok-type Stormbird, which was used to provide to the defense forces of the star zone.
The technical priest in the information interface also showed a bitter smile on his face made of machinery and piston devices.
"We may have discovered humans who escaped from the Dark Age of Technology. They have established a civilization far away from the Milky Way. They are preparing for war. You must make a decision as soon as possible, Sage."
Kren was silent for a moment before continuing.
"Send them a message, leverage the code standards that have been abandoned, and show them who we are."
"Yes, sir," said the sage.
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The communication went exceptionally smoothly.
The special planet that sent the signal used the STC standard signal for communication.
After the Holy Emperor ascended the throne, the Empire's reliance on STC has slowly decreased.
A variety of new technologies have transformed the Empire's industry, and it is no longer heavily dependent on STC as before.
However, the STC communication program is still retained in the database.
The same communication format made the other party stunned for a moment.
Then the two sides quickly established communication and started communicating.
The shadow of war did not dissipate.
The enemy's fighter jets are still parked in low-Earth orbit, and their warships are in a state of combat readiness ready to be activated at any time.
After communication, the two sides reached a brief peace agreement and met at the edge of the galaxy.
In order to promote the empire's military power, Kren used his flagship as a platform for the talks.
Kren actually has a Celestial-class battleship, but for construction reasons, it was placed next to the Andromeda Galaxy.
The flagship he is using now is just a battleship.
After all, without knowing much about the extragalactic galaxies, if something went wrong and the celestial-class battleships were damaged outside, it would be an unimaginable loss for the empire.
His exploration work might have ended in disgrace.
In addition, the size of the exploration team is not very large, and it would be a waste to bring a celestial-class battleship.
Marog, the third captain of the Explorers of the Primaris Chapter, who was responsible for protecting the exploration team, and his battle brothers accompanied Kren and other members of the Mechanicum to meet the envoys.
A space fighter that looked like a storm bird slowly landed on the boarding deck.
The music of the ceremonial team also sounded and mixed with the roar of the fighter engines.
The fighter jet's door slowly opened with the hissing of hydraulic pipes.
Thirty warriors wearing small-sized Astartes original model armor walked out of the fighter plane.
The weapons they wield are also very similar to the bolters used by the Astartes.
Marog and his battle-brothers looked at each other and could see each other's astonishment.
Even millions of light years away from our homeland, we can still see traces of humans.
Especially since they are still using technology that is almost the same as the Empire's previous technology.
What’s even more surprising is what’s coming next.
A group of armored warriors, even smaller than those small Astartes warriors, also emerged from the Stormbirds.
They are like fully armed Kinder Surprise Eggs with short arms and legs.
They also spread out and formed guard teams at intervals.
A man holding a cane, wearing a red robe and looking very aristocratic walked out, escorted by several guards.
Next to him was a bearded dwarf wearing simple armor.
There was vigilance and uneasiness on their faces.
Obviously, they were not very welcoming to these compatriots who came from afar.
The male envoy walked towards Keren, trying his best to look graceful.
If he wasn't so scared, maybe he would actually have some grace.
But his trembling body made him look like a funny clown.
The man bowed his head slightly in front of Karen and gestured.
"It is my great honor. Are you the Great Sage - Kren?"
"Yes, sir," Kren said in the other party's standard language.
Different languages are nothing to the wise.
Their superb memory and calculation ability allow them to fully master each other's language within a few hours.
"I am Las Aktu from the Aktu family."
After Las Aktu introduced himself, he pointed to the dwarf beside him.
"This is Ironfoot from the Dane family. The two of us have been authorized by the Wotan Alliance to meet with you."
Kren's electronic prosthetic eye scanned the two men, as if he wanted to dissect their flesh and blood, seeking all the secrets they hid within.
A human, a demihuman, and a powerful organization calling itself the Wotan Alliance.
How big are they
What is the population
How many weapons and warships
How’s your combat effectiveness
Are you willing to submit to the rule of the Holy Emperor
If they refuse to surrender, which legion should be sent to complete an expedition of such a distance
This is a war that spans more than two million light years. Even the gods in mythology would despair at this distance.
"I come from the Human Empire, and I express my heartfelt greetings to you on behalf of the Holy Emperor." Kren's throat made a mechanical sound, and one of his mechanical tentacles pointed to the captain of the Explorers' Third Company, Marog, beside him. "This is the captain of the Explorers' Third Company, Marog. It is because of his protection that we are able to get here."
When Kren introduced the tall, giant-like Marog, fear was clearly revealed on the faces of Las Aktu and Dann Tiezu.
"Please allow me to ask, where are you from? We have never seen human civilization forces outside the Wotan Alliance!
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"The Milky Way," Kren said, "from the sacred home of mankind, Terra."
As soon as these words were spoken, the fear on Las Aktu's face was visible to the naked eye.
The body was trembling slightly.
It was like hearing something horrible.
"What are you doing?" The other party's behavior made Kren feel endless confusion.
No matter how brutal the empire is, it shouldn't be able to reach the Andromeda Galaxy.
How could these people be so scared when they heard their presence
"there is nothing!
He was just too excited." Dan Ironfoot explained.
If there wasn't that fear in Dann Ironfoot's tone, it would still be somewhat believable.
But now it seems that these guys must be hiding something.
They are afraid of their fellow countrymen who come out of the Milky Way.
Karen hides the confusion of being herself.
The exchange between the two sides did not last long.
It's just exchanging some information with each other.
The Wotan Alliance is made up of humans and dwarves.
It is a powerful force in Andromeda.
It is said that there are some other alien races living and multiplying in some places in Andromeda that have not been completely destroyed.
From the other party's description, the Wotan Alliance had no reason for the Empire to go to war.
Dwarves aren't much of a problem.
They are a legal sub-race in the empire, and are generally active in the empire as merchants and mercenaries.
Of course, the Empire also has some policy measures towards sub-races.
Guilliman carried out a genetic modification project on them, and was constantly modifying the gene pools of various subhuman races to ensure that their offspring would tend towards humans and avoid deviating too much from the orthodox human gene pool.
Kren sent an invitation from the Empire to the other party, requesting that the Wotan Alliance become an extension of the Empire's influence in Andromeda.
However, they said they needed the permission of the Union Parliament to make any decision.
The meeting ended after Karen expressed his vision of the two forces coexisting peacefully.
"They seem afraid of us." Marog whispered after watching the Stormbird take off. "There must be something we don't understand."
"We will find out clearly." Kren whispered, "The lighthouse communication device built on the edge of Andromeda is almost completed. Soon, we will be able to communicate with Terra. If they are willing to surrender peacefully, that would be the best thing. If not, we can only call for military support from the Empire."
"We are on an expedition spanning two million light years. I hope things won't turn out that way." Marog said, "The aliens and traitors alone have already stained our blades with blood. Now we have to stain our lost compatriots with blood. This is definitely not a good thing."
"We have no choice. The great cause of the Holy Emperor must not be hindered here. The humans in Andromeda are most likely just a branch of the universe. If we continue to explore, we may make other discoveries."
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Terra.
The Origin of Human Empire.
The capital planet of the Empire.
The splendor and beauty here are beyond imagination.
The vastness and grandeur of the cities are even more astonishing.
The inter-universe study group followed the guide into one section of grand avenue after another, walked up and down the endless stairs, browsed one magnificent square after another, and admired various magnificent buildings, music galleries and libraries with massive amounts of classics.
There are many exquisite and elegant buildings near the palace, with exquisite statues and fountains scattered on both sides of the road, as well as modern-style works full of sound and light effects.
The ancient ogee windows are equipped with glass panels that adjust according to external conditions and temperature.
People only need to make gestures or give commands to adjust the light everywhere and let mechanical servants serve them.
There was happiness on everyone's face.
No one has to worry about food and clothing.
It’s as if they were born into this world just to be happy and joyful.
Humanities, art and technology are perfectly integrated.
"How happy it would be to live in such a world!" Zatanna sighed. This is the paradise that countless people have dreamed of.
Whether God exists is an unknown matter.
But the paradise created by the empire is real.
Constantine and the others empathized with Zatanna's feelings.
Along the way, they have witnessed too many miracles.
All of this was created by the Holy Emperor and the people of the Empire.
There is no God in their world.
But he created a beautiful world that even God could not create.
The final point of the tour is the Astronomican building, which is used to deal with imperial traitors.
It is equally magnificent, the only difference is that it is engraved with various runes.
Those runes have terrible restraining power.
Constantine could feel his magical abilities gradually weakening, especially as he got closer to the Astronomican.
After entering the magnificent building, Constantine's hair stood on end.
He felt several extremely terrifying auras, and the owners of those auras could crush him with just a little finger.
Unimaginable and terrifying characters are imprisoned here.
Every breath is more terrifying and more evil than those evil gods.
The feeling alone was enough to give him the chills.
It is hard to imagine that the empire would imprison those horrible creatures in this place.
They were also considered as tourist attractions.
"The Empire has two Astronomical Torch buildings. One is the Astronomical Torch Memorial Hall used to commemorate the late emperor. It was transformed from the Astronomical Torch Tower that supported the Empire for ten thousand years. The other is the Astronomical Torch building used to punish traitors. It maintains the light of the Astronomical Torch by squeezing their pain and souls."
The guide led the group forward and introduced them to the place.
The first place they arrived at was a huge prison cell. A bald giant with scriptures engraved all over his body was bound by chains. The siphon tube implanted in his body was squirming, extracting his pain and soul power to maintain the existence of the Star Torch.
The giant squirmed in pain, trying to make himself more comfortable, but that was just a luxury.
The terrible torture nearly brought him to the point of mental breakdown.
Guilliman wanted them to suffer for eternity as payment for their sins.
"This is the fate of betrayal." The guide said meaningfully, "Any traitor who betrays the empire and humanity will be captured here, drained of their life energy, tortured, and never freed."
"Wouldn't this be too cruel
"A lady from the study group asked with horror.
"If you knew what crimes they have committed, you would not say this. Each of these people has the suffering and blood of at least tens of billions of innocent people on their hands. For these guys, destroying a planet is only the least of their terrible crimes."
The guide's words surprised Constantine that these guys were carrying so much blood and sin.
He stared at the giant whose body was covered with scriptures, wondering what kind of terrifying evil creature he was.
The other party keenly sensed the arrival of someone and realized that the other party was not a creature from this universe, but a creature brought from other universes by that madman Guilliman.
It is the right thing to use it to promote one's empire, one's expansion and expedition.
Those fools will surely be fooled by Guilliman.
Guilliman was a cunning liar, and there was no way those mortals could see through his lies.
The giant raised his face, which was twisted in pain, and roared at the top of his lungs.
"Stranger, listen to my words and do not be fooled by that damned liar. Guilliman is a pathetic and shameless liar. He is cowardly and incompetent, and only knows how to deceive his brothers and seize power."
"Recognize his true face, stranger. Stay away from him and resist his rule. Only in this way can you gain a future. Do not listen to his words. Everything he says is a lie. All lies."
"He even falsified my writings and put his own name on them."
The giant roared crazily, and his crazy expression frightened Constantine, who had seen big scenes.
"What does he mean?" Constantine looked at the guide beside him.
"This guy said that the foundation of the state religion, the Sacred Word, was his masterpiece." The guide said disdainfully, "But even a three-year-old child of the empire knows that the Sacred Word was compiled by the Holy Emperor with great effort to praise the greatness of his father, the Emperor. This poor traitor not only wants to usurp his father's empire, but also wants to take away his brother's achievements. He is extremely shameless."
"That is not the case." The giant roared. "That is a lie. A lie. Guilliman is a liar. A liar. You must defeat him."
ps: I changed the Wotan Alliance to a force outside the galaxy.