Constantine stood in front of the cell, looking at the bald giant's crazy roar.
There was surprise in his eyes.
It was exactly the same as what Kitan, the Primaris veteran of the White Archon, had said before he came.
It seems that the words of these traitors are not unfamiliar to many people of the empire.
But no one took it seriously.
Everyone regarded it as a traitor's lie and a joke.
The bald giant's face was covered with scriptures.
Constantine did not recognize those words, but with his wizard's instinct, he vaguely felt the sin and blasphemy contained in those words.
But the bald giant still has a noble temperament overall.
That kind of temperament is very special and not something ordinary people can possess.
Constantine had only felt that kind of temperament in two people.
One was Sanguinius who liberated them.
The other is the Holy Emperor who was met on the Emperor's Supreme.
They both have that special aura.
It makes people want to offer their loyalty to them involuntarily.
The bald giant's eyes also revealed a depth and wisdom that was difficult for mortals to achieve.
If this guy hadn't betrayed, he would definitely have had a place on the list of people praising him.
Unfortunately, the bald giant in front of him is an out-and-out traitor who will be forever despised by the empire.
Constantine's idea is actually understandable.
These traitorous enemies came from the same creator as the loyal primarchs.
Similar genetic techniques and materials were used.
It is not difficult to understand that they have these same qualities.
They would have stood beside the Great Emperor, angels of their father, heroes of Mankind's victory over the Chaos Gods.
Unfortunately, this great vision has not been realized.
Some of them chose darkness.
But some chose to fight for humanity until the last moment.
"You are lying. The Holy Words were compiled by the Holy Emperor to praise his father." The guide retorted, "Don't think that they are from other universes and will be deceived by a liar like you."
"That's a lie, a complete lie, he's a liar, a cheat."
The bald giant roared crazily.
Like a volcano out of control, it was pouring out its rage at will.
He howled like a hungry animal whose food had been taken away.
Chains rattled, covered with special runes that restrained the power of the Warp.
The thick chains became taut due to the bald giant's movements.
He stretched out his hand to grab Constantine and others, wanting to catch them and tell these strangers the truth.
However, everything he did was in vain.
No matter how tight the chain was, there was no sign of it breaking.
He was bound tightly to the extent that the chains allowed him to move.
Even if he could break free of the chains, he wouldn't be able to touch Constantine and the others.
There is also a transparent barrier between them made using a variety of advanced technologies.
It is impossible to break it with the power of the bald giant.
"Lies." The bald giant roared again, his face distorted, but the chains trapped him tightly, leaving him no way to break free.
"That beast deceived you with lies. Don't believe him."
As soon as the bald giant's voice fell, the soul siphon pipe began to tremble violently.
A stronger suction force came from the Star Torch main device, causing the bald giant to scream even more miserably.
"No!" The bald giant was in great pain, but still shouting.
Constantine looked at the projection of the notice in front of the bald giant's prison cell and read it out word by word.
"Lorgar, an irredeemable traitor to the Empire, a traitor, a super fool fooled by the gods, a waste who only knows how to bully the weak..."
His voice seemed to have magic.
Make the bald giant even more painful.
Howling like a wounded beast.
Especially when he read it out and was evaluated by the Holy Emperor himself.
The bald giant roared in grief and anger.
It seemed as if he had suffered endless humiliation.
... ... ... ... ... .
Lorgar tried again and again to break free from the chains.
But every time I came back in vain, it was of no use except increasing my own pain.
In order to better imprison these primarchs, the Empire's technical department adopted atomic-level shaping technology.
Using a giant generator, the atomic distribution between iron metals is reshaped, the gaps between them are compressed, the attraction of the nucleus is enhanced, and its electrons are firmly adsorbed on the nucleus.
Using this technology, they developed a chain with quantum inertia.
These chains are effective in restraining any supernatural entity.
Suppress their power and isolate them from the use of the warp.
Combined with unique anti-subspace technology.
Even the Demon Primarch who has been blessed by the gods cannot break free from these chains.
The Daemon Primarchs could do nothing but howl in despair.
After Luo Jia failed again, he had no choice but to give up.
As before, he cursed Guilliman the beast with vicious words.
The guards who were guarding him responded decisively.
Increase the power of the soul siphon device to make it more painful.
Luo Jia wanted to restrain himself and not let himself scream.
But every time, he would be tortured by the tremendous pain and scream.
That's why Guilliman didn't kill him.
This is the method we use to torture him.
Display his pain and suffering to those blind and ignorant mortals to humiliate him.
Guilliman destroyed his perfect city and mocked his beliefs as garbage with a look of disdain on his face.
Today, he has transformed himself into the spokesperson of the emperor.
When it comes to purchase, it becomes the god that leads mankind after the emperor's departure.
And treated him like a monkey on display in a zoo, using his suffering to entertain those damned mortals.
That damn, wicked beast.
Luo Jia cursed in his heart, but with the roar of the soul siphon device.
More intense pain came, drowning his mind.
Lorgar let out an even more shrill cry.
The device tortured him every moment.
Let him experience over and over again the pain that the emperor of the past had felt.
Let him lose face and dignity in front of those tourists.
It made him a pathetic clown.
Become the topic of conversation and laughing stock of those damn mortals after dinner.
"You are lying, traitor. No one will be deceived by you. All the primarchs have admitted that the Words of the Holy Spirit were written by the Holy Emperor. Do you want to say that all the primarchs are liars? Do you want to say that the great emperor is also a liar?"
The guide looked into the giant's eyes without fear.
The faith in his heart made him fearless.
He would never allow these pathetic brutes to defile the Holy Emperor.
Lorgar let out a howl of pain.
There was both the intense pain brought by the soul siphon device and the breaking of one's inner defenses.
How much of his honor will that shameless guy Guilliman take away? How long will he continue to trample on him before he stops
Seeing that the other party was too scared to speak after his rebuttal, the guide stopped and looked at everyone in the study group.
"These traitors are always trying to deceive us. Don't pay attention to what they say. Just know that these idiots are clowns and will suffer here forever. This Astronomical Prison is also one of Terra's most famous attractions. The fiscal revenue it can contribute each year is higher than the taxes paid by an industrial world."
"You see no one here now. In order to let you better understand the past of the empire, we have specially applied to the museum to suspend business for half a day. If it were any other day, this place would be packed with people. People would hold the statues of the emperor or the holy emperor and walk by them, spitting at the traitors to prove their piety and thanking Your Majesty for allowing them to have the life they have today."
As Constantine listened, he looked at the giant named Lorgar who bowed his head.
The other person's desperate and painful look couldn't help but make people feel a little pity.
But soon, Constantine threw away that trace of mercy.
Because the guide took them to the Wall of Sin, which was covered with photos of the traitors' atrocities.
There were countless photos hanging there, showing the study group the crimes that those terrible traitors had committed.
When Constantine saw those photos, he felt extremely guilty.
How could he have any mercy on those damn traitors!
The Holy Emperor should torture their bodies and souls with even more cruel means, making them wail in pain day and night.
All the photos on the Wall of Sin come from the imperial archives.
Constantine swore that even Lucifer would jump in fright when he saw the photos in front of him.
Those terrible crimes are countless times more terrifying than the hell controlled by the King of Hell.
One look at these horrific atrocities is all it takes and people will never forget them.
It will wake people up in the middle of the night.
It will make people cry uncontrollably.
The slaughter and sacrifice, planet after planet, was on a scale that was unbelievable.
When the traitors stood on the ruined world created by themselves, trampling innocent men, women, children and the elderly to death, these beasts had no mercy or hesitation, only excitement and madness.
Constantine stood in front of a pile of photos, the images in which made every cell in his body tremble.
According to the guide, these photos record the scene after a world was conquered by Chaos traitors.
After the Empire liberated that world, technicians extracted photos from the memory data strips of various devices that were not completely destroyed.
Record the atrocities of those traitors.
In the ruins of the city, the victorious rebels used various materials to build countless stakes and gallows.
Used to dismember and torture captives and innocent people.
Just because the people of that city had resisted them for their homes, they were subjected to the most brutal revenge.
The first photo features a soldier wearing tattered bulletproof armor that hangs from his body like strips of cloth.
The soldier should not be very old.
Constantine estimated that it should be around twenty-three or twenty-four.
It is an age when people are cynical and eager to achieve success.
The soldier was hung on a wooden stake embedded with sharp blades and tied with sharp wire.
The bright red blood dripped down the wooden stakes bit by bit, staining the ground which had already turned black due to absorbing enough blood.
His teeth had been knocked out, his tongue had been pulled out, his hands and feet had been chopped off, and even his eye sockets were left with only bleeding holes.
His face had turned into a mass of flesh mixed with blood and thorns.
And those mutated traitors were still finding ways to torture him, trying to squeeze out more pain.
Such atrocious crimes are just a tiny fraction of the total.
The fate of the imperial citizens in the fallen world and the soldiers defending their homeland is extremely tragic.
Some were nailed to the gallows, tied with iron wires with razor blades, and screamed in pain.
Some people were thrown into barbed wire. The sharp blades were coated with neurotoxins. The more they struggled, the more wounds they would receive on their bodies, which was even more painful.
Constantine saw an Imperial commander hung from a vehicle.
The traitors stripped the commander of his skin, sinews and bones, and hung him on a vehicle to dry and die.
Kill the child in the most cruel way in front of the mother, making sure that the child's cry of pain will make the mother collapse.
Kill the wife with a knife in front of her husband, let her suffer despair and regret, and then give her death.
Every photo is so desperate.
Those desperate people who longed for death touched Constantine and made him realize what unforgivable crimes the traitors imprisoned here had committed.
Under such torture, death is the best outcome.
But their tormentors did everything they could to keep them alive and make them suffer.
Even when the traitors realized they could not hold the worlds they had captured.
They would also often destroy all possible facilities before leaving and kill every citizen of the empire they saw.
When the Empire reclaimed that world, the severed limbs blocked the vast sewers.
Corpses were hung on buildings all over the city.
The peeled skin was plastered on every wall.
Those horrific photos brought endless fear to Constantine's heart.
If he were to live in such an era and in such a world, it would be easier to kill him.
Every member of the study group fell into fear and silence.
They didn't even think about those terrible crimes before they committed them.
The traitors created a horrible hell that exists in reality.
The most insane executioner they could imagine became as docile as a sheep in the face of the atrocities shown in those photos.
"This is the work of those evil gods and traitors," the guide said. "If it weren't for the Holy Emperor, these horrific photos wouldn't be hung on the wall, becoming part of the tour, a part for you to remember and learn from."
"If you were living in that era, you only need to go to any war-torn world and you will see these terrible crimes, even worse than what we have seen."
"So don't have any mercy on those damned traitors, and don't believe anything they say. They are full of lies, the most cunning beasts, the most shameless betrayers, and the most terrible executioners in this world. All you have to do is spit on them like the billions of tourists who come here to visit, and tell everyone to always beware of these damned traitors."
After passing the Wall of Sin, the guide took them to the place where the traitors were imprisoned.
This traitor is a little smaller than the giant just now, but to ordinary people, he is still a giant.
His head was also shaved and his body was covered with scriptures.
The limbs were bound by spiked chains covered with complex patterns.
The soul siphon device was also installed on his body, causing him pain and causing him to continuously emit low wailing sounds.
"His name is Erebus, a bad seed who bewitched his own primarch father and planned to send humanity into the arms of the evil god from the beginning to the end. He was captured in the Battle of Red Earth and sent here. Like his father, he is destined to suffer forever."
The guide introduced the information about the traitor to everyone in the study group.
"It can't be God."
"He can't be God."
Erebus muttered in pain, like a mentally ill old man.
"Impossible."
It was obvious that the battle on Red Earth Star caused his mental breakdown.
He has become mentally debilitated and has become a lunatic who can only talk in delirium.
The people in the study group didn't pay much attention to him.
No one cares about a traitor, let alone a crazy traitor.
Constantine and his party followed the guide to visit other traitor prisoners and various memory galleries and museums that recorded the history of the empire.
All those traitors were firmly suppressed and imprisoned in prison.
No matter how they roar or scream, they cannot change their fate.
They are doomed to suffer until all things decay and the empire is no more.
Constantine could not imagine any force that could destroy the empire.
As long as the Holy Emperor is alive, this force will not even have the possibility of weakening, let alone being destroyed.
As the study group passed by, many traitors screamed and cursed Guilliman with all kinds of vicious words.
Screaming to the members of the Study Group, telling the truth, repeating Guilliman's lies over and over again.
However, the members of the study group who had already understood the truth, when they heard the words of the traitors, did not feel doubt, but anger and even more devout support for the Holy Emperor.
Many people even suggested using more cruel means to torture the traitors and make them pay for their crimes.
As for the so-called truth told by those guys, no one cares at all.
No matter how they scream and curse, no one will take the truth they say to heart.
For those who complete the journey, the only thing they can remember is the terrible crimes that the traitors once committed.
There is only one truth that they understand.
If they do not unite around the Holy Emperor, those traitors and evil gods will return and bring them countless sufferings.
The traitors knew nothing about this.
They are still trying hard to preach the so-called "truth" to every tourist.
Enduring the pain in order to enlighten the foolish mortals in their eyes.
Still longing for their God to save them and end their clownish prisoner life.
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... ... ... ... ...
The Battle of Cadia is over.
Chaos's plot was thwarted once again.
The enemies of the empire fled in all directions, in a state of panic.
The imperial troops did not stop there.
They are attacking everywhere to encircle the enemies of the empire.
At the same time, they are also trying to retake the planets inside the Eye of Terror.
Repair the abscesses caused by the chaotic gods and reshape the order of the real universe.
At this glorious moment, when a great victory that would be recorded in history was about to be achieved, the Holy Emperor left the battlefield.
Withdrew from her fellow warriors and planned her return to Terra.
He handed over relevant matters on the battlefield to his Primarch brothers and capable subordinates.
She has bigger things to do.
If she wants this huge empire to last long enough, she must make its foundation strong enough.
Countless new plans took shape in her mind.
The minor defeat on the battlefield of Cadia made her alert.
Let her realize her own arrogance and the strength of her enemies.
This prompted her to use more forceful means to advance plans that had already been planned but not yet officially launched.
When she returned to the Emperor Supreme, she summoned me.
She needs the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence for a secret mission.
A task that cannot be known to others until it is successful.
The fewer people know, the fewer people interfere, and the easier it is to achieve success.
The Holy Emperor carries out these plans alone, and she alone knows all the truth.
She selectively tells people what to do and makes them firmly follow her instructions to ensure that the final result will come according to her vision.
In fact, there are some unavoidable reasons.
Nothing is perfect.
Even for a nearly omnipotent and benevolent being like the Holy Emperor, it is difficult to satisfy everyone.
With the imperial army's invincibility on the battlefield and the peaceful life away from war, the lives of many imperial citizens have become increasingly prosperous.
The liberalism and instant hedonism that had emerged earlier had almost caused the empire's family structure to collapse, and the fertility rate had once dropped.
Finally, the population growth of the empire was ensured by promoting social support laws and utilizing artificial breeding techniques.
However, the crisis brought about by liberalism is not limited to this.
Many citizens of the empire expressed some dissatisfaction with the empire's strict censorship system.
They hope for a freer environment for speech.
I hope I can speak freely.
Many scholars complain that their ideas are only popular on their own planet.
They demanded that the empire give up some of its power over public opinion so that their great ideas could flow within the empire.
It can allow more waves of thought to promote the progress of human civilization.
"This empire should not have just one voice."
They often use such a slogan to promote their legitimacy.
In addition to those people, many people have complaints about the Empire's massive investment of resources in cross-universe expeditions and cross-galactic expeditions.
It is believed that more resources should be used to improve people's quality of life.
The blind pursuit of war will not last long.
We must take from the people and use it for the people.
Some people also suggested that the empire should not be so strict and should not always use the thinking of the past few hundred years to deal with future matters.
We must be brave enough to delegate power. The administrative structures of galaxies and star regions should abolish the original Terra dispatch system and adopt a referendum approach.
People also complain about the inequality in their life spans and those of others.
Why can they only live for more than a hundred years, while some people can live for centuries.
Various contradictions arose within the empire.
The Holy Emperor tolerated this.
Let officials and public opinion guide the ideological trends within the empire as much as possible.
Explain the relationship between the soul and the body to the world. Not everyone can accept the empire's life extension technology.
It's not just a problem of resources, it's also a problem of the individuals themselves.
She was still worried that her plans would be disturbed and disrupted.
Those who dislike war and have been encouraging the empire not to start wars again are likely to sabotage this plan for their own vision of peace.
To this end, necessary precautions are needed.
Before his death, the late emperor handed over the power he had stolen from the warp and the entire realm he had painstakingly built to the Holy Emperor.
Before Chagatai, Dorn and others returned to the Empire, they fought for the late emperor in that area, seizing the human souls scattered in the Warp.
For a long time, the previous emperor recovered the souls of those heroes who died fighting for the empire, preventing them from falling into the hands of the enemy.
Some of these souls became the Bound Legion, while others were shattered by their brutal battle and are still recovering.
She planned to return those heroes to the real universe or transform them into her warp legion.
This is a pretty crazy move.
The barrier between life and death will be broken down.
The boundary between life and death is blurred, and all rules will be broken.
It will bring a crazy impact to the entire universe.
Of course, there is nothing worth saying about this.
The gods violated the rules first, and if humans abide by the rules, they will be too passive.
Don't fight in the enemy's territory. Push the enemy out of their territory and fight in your own territory. Only then will you have a chance of victory.
In order to make those four hunters give up hunting humans, they must be killed.
The Emperor had tried this method before, but ultimately discovered that those four could not be killed.
The Holy Emperor will choose another approach. She will try again, and even if she cannot kill them, she will banish them forever.
The heroes who are recalled and resurrected will be the sword of humanity that pierces the hearts of the Chaos Gods, and it will also be the moment when the halos behind their heads are shattered.
The only problem is that coming back from the dead isn't easy.
Even a Primarch like Sanguinius needs to gather all the soul fragments before he can be resurrected.
Those people have been dead for tens of thousands of years, and resurrecting them would require unimaginable energy and cost.
She had to gather the remaining souls of those heroes, then use exquisite psychic skills to repair them and restore them to their original appearance, and then create a flesh and blood body for them before she could revive them.
This is an unimaginably magnificent work.
Even though he is the Marshal of the Imperial Guards who holds real power in the empire and looks down on all living beings.
I was also terrified about receiving such a mission, worried that my subordinates would not be able to complete such a task.
But I also know.
We have to do this.
To fail her would mean we have failed the Empire and failed our Creator.
Except for the black-robed guards guarding the Unknown Prison on Terra, other guards and Sisters of Silence may be selected to participate in this mission.
They have to wander around to collect the soul fragments of those heroes and pave the way for their resurrection.
When the horn of the final battle sounds, those fallen heroes will return and shed their final blood for humanity.
Courage and blood will pave the way for mankind's future.
And we will be the guides for those heroes, leading them back from the eternal nothingness, back to the place they once fought for.
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... ... ... ...
A dying star hangs alone in the void.
Its light has dimmed in the void, falling from the ranks of the main sequence stars.
The Silent King sat on his throne in silence as always.
His throne is placed on a giant pyramid, with a view of the vast starry sky.
The body made of active metal does not require any oxygen and can adapt to any extreme environment.
Even if there are no protective measures and he is directly exposed to the vacuum, it will not cause any harm to him.
The Silent King stared silently at the aging and dying stars in the distance, thinking about his own end and death.
After escaping from the Cadia system, the lion has been biting him.
Just like a pack of wolves, they drove him, a sheep, into a desperate situation.
Now is the final harvest time.
He had no way to escape and was destined to die here.
The light bursting in the distance was the soldiers loyal to him making their final resistance.
But it seems that it is not of much use.
They are slowly failing.
With the help of the Void Dragons, humans are well aware of all the weaknesses of the Undead.
The Cancer Legion also tried to get them to use other technologies.
Unfortunately, before he could gain much technical skills, his opponent was defeated.
Once the opponent's clone died, the story of the coalition also came to an end in Cadia.
A strong flash of light came from the sky.
A giant pyramid turned into countless pieces in a silent explosion and flew in all directions.
The fleet's defenses were breached by humans.
A warship engraved with the Imperial double-headed eagle passed through the defense system of the Space Undead and rushed towards the pyramid where it was located.
Accompanied by flashes of light, the human warriors parachuted to the surface through teleportation technology.
The Silent King saw the enemy from the scarabs and the wizards' shared vision network.
It was the First Primarch of the Empire who came to put an end to him.
Son of Caliban, Lionel the Lion.
His guards were defeated and slaughtered by the commandos led by Lion Lane, leaving sparks of debris all along the way.
A small pyramid appeared in the hand of the Silent King.
The small pyramid was spinning in his palm, emitting a faint light.
The switch to release the Nightbringer fragments is always in his hand.
A dimensional maze that can open the Nightbringer fragments.
The Silent King looked at the pyramid in his hand, his mind full of thoughts.
But in the end he didn't press it.
It is still unknown whether the Nightbringers in their heyday can win against the current human empire.
The Void Dragons that have regained their full strength have become pets on Guilliman's shoulders.
What can the Night Master change!
It just allows you to struggle for a few more seconds.
As the supreme ruler of a race, he has his own dignity and pride.
With the help of the power of the god he once betrayed, he could survive for a few seconds.
It sounds like a dead end and a sad feeling.
There is no way to escape anyway, so it is better to have some dignity.
The Silent King chose to give up such undignified resistance.
He hopes to die peacefully as a true king.
Instead of falling down like a mad, hysterical coward who was eager to survive.
He sat on his throne and watched the lion and his troops slaughter through his guard army.
Climb up the pyramid where he is.
Watching those guards being chopped down one after another.
The Silent King did not make any movement from beginning to end.
He only occasionally watched the lions fight from the perspective of his guards.
Truth be told, nothing can defeat these Primarchs.
That guy who plays with witchcraft has created some amazing things.
The Silent King watched as the lion cut down his guards and walked to his throne.
Arcs of electricity danced on the power sword in the opponent's hand, and the tip of the sword was pointing at him.
"You have failed, enemies of the Empire." The lion shouted, and his warriors guarded beside him and roared together.
The Silent King said nothing.
The guard next to him spoke for him.
"Congratulations, you have become the true master of the galaxy."
"Lay down your weapons and surrender to the Holy Emperor." Ryan said, "This is your only way out."
"A king has his own perseverance." The guard said on behalf of the Silent King, "You are better than us. We paid the same price, but we never got any future."
Necrontyr are cursed from birth, cursed by their star to have a short lifespan.
No matter how life extension technology develops, they cannot escape that curse.
Those warships built into pyramids are their tombs.
They sleep in those pyramids to delay their own death so that they can complete interstellar travel.
With their tenacious perseverance, the Necrontyr still developed their own interstellar civilization.
Nothing would have changed.
Until they met the Ancient Saint.
The near-immortal lives of the ancient saints made them jealous to the point of losing themselves.
They once tried to obtain the secret of the ancient saints' long life, even if it meant paying everything.
If only it could end their short-lived curse.
The ancient sage rejected them without hesitation.
The Necrontyrs realized that there was no way to obtain the longevity secrets of the ancient saints through peaceful means, so they launched a war.
They have suffered from that horrible curse for so long that they go mad at the sight of a straw.
Even if it means sacrificing everything, they long to end the curse.
In the end, they finally got what they wanted.
The price paid was so heavy that the soul and mind were almost annihilated.
The entire Necrontyr race has become a hollow shell carrying echoes of the past.
What a sad and ironic thing.
The Silent King recalls his childhood.
At that time, he was not yet a cruel ruler and did not control the Menake dynasty.
He was still a child who followed his mentor and felt sad for the death of soldiers.
By that time, the First War between the Necrontyr and the Old Ones had ended.
The Death-Fearers suffered a crushing defeat.
All foreign colonies fell.
The survivors were forced back to the small star area where their home planet was located, and all external passages were blocked by the ancient saints.
The increasingly harsh environment caused the remaining Necrontyr Dynasties to ignore the orders of the Three Saints Council and plunder their compatriots' few remaining resources in the late War of the Old Saints through war.
The Silent King just watched as his fellow countrymen were brutally fought and gradually moved toward destruction.
He inherited the rule of the Menek Dynasty, became the Queen of Silence, and began to look for ways to save his race.
The few priests who were still loyal to the Triarchal Council discovered traces of the Star God in the abnormal radiation from the dying star of their home planet.
Thanks to the efforts of the Silent King, they established communication with the Star God.
The Star God, who had once been expelled by the Old Ones, readily agreed to form an alliance and promised the entire Necrontyr race true immortality and unity.
The only thing the Necrontyr have to sacrifice is their cancerous flesh.
After the covenant was signed, they used living metal technology through the Living Forge to transform the pained and tortured bodies of the Necrontyr into powerful and immortal metal shells.
In fact, at that time, some of the Necrontyr had not yet undergone biological transformation.
But those who fear death are too weak, and he never cares about them.
At that time, he was even more eager to make the ancient saints pay the price and avenge the past humiliation.
Until the Second War in Heaven swept across the entire galaxy, all ancient civilizations were engulfed in the flames of war.
The crazy war sent countless souls into the warp, just like blood spreading in the ocean, eventually attracting hunting sharks.
The arrival of the Primal Destroyer led to the destruction of those Necrontyr and the Old Ones who had not undergone biotransformation.
Then he realized that he had been deceived by the Star God.
That mechanical body was nothing but a prison of fate and a merciless mockery of the Star God.
However, everything is irreversible, and all the necrophiles who could continue their race have died.
Only the undead who had transformed into metal bodies were left.
Even if he took revenge on the Star God, he couldn't change anything.
It's too late.
He destroyed the entire Necrontyr.
It was sacrificed as a sacrifice.
... ... ... ...
Those memories kept surfacing, causing the Silent King to smile bitterly.
At this moment, he was a little jealous of humans.
Humanity has gained a future it has never had before.
The Necrontyr are a race mocked and played with by fate.
They tried their best to survive, but the final outcome was so ironic.
Ryan did not mock the Silent King's choice.
He understood the other party's choice.
If one day, the human empire suffered the same destruction.
He would not surrender to his enemies.
The lion performed a knight's salute to the other party, then walked up to the other party and swung his sword to cut off his head.
This ancient king who once won the Second War in Heaven and forced the ancient saints into a desperate situation was thus killed.
Having their heads chopped off by the apes they once looked down upon.
There has never been an eternal dynasty or an eternal king in this world.
Everything will have its own moment of end.
There are no exceptions.
Ryan looked at the metal head rolling, the light in its eyes slowly disappearing, and sighed.
"Tear down this undead warship into an empty shell, and then place its body inside as its grave."
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... ... ... ...
The impact of the end of the Battle of Cadia is still continuing.
The original military layout also underwent major changes.
All major battle groups and military units have new combat missions.
Having completed their mission of reproducing offspring, Hawke and his wife Andy set out on their journey again.
They knew very well that their emotions could never take precedence over the great cause of the Holy Emperor.
It is a very happy thing to be able to leave behind a crystal.
Their destinations vary.
The Natal series of troops were ordered to go to Universe 02 to support Titus.
The Sara series of corps were ordered to go to other galaxies for colonization operations.
Their child, Arthas, was placed in Natal.
The child's future is sealed.
As the descendant of two legendary heroes, Arthas was destined to give his all for the Holy Emperor.
That day is not far away, even though he is just a young child now.
He had no idea what his parents' departure meant to him.
He didn't know that a difficult mission was waiting for him in the future.