"For the glory of the gods, for the glory of the tribe."
As Aislin sat on the Chaos Steed, the whispers of the gods lingered in his ears.
The breath of chaos blew through his soul.
Sweet whispers promised him the fulfillment of supreme power and destruction.
He came from the Northern Wastes, as those who forsake the honor of the gods call them.
It is connected to the kingdom of the gods - the Chaos Wasteland.
Many warriors who long for glory and power enter that terrible place, seeking powerful weapons and the blessing of the gods.
Aislin had also entered the Chaos Wasteland.
There, he fought and killed all enemies, and finally entered the kingdom of the God of Slaughter, where he received the blessing of the Lord of Brass and became a powerful Chaos Lord that the world feared.
This kind of life experience is impossible for most people.
Many unlucky people would die tragically at the claws of mutant beasts on the first day they entered the Chaos Wasteland.
The fact that Aislin was able to overcome numerous dangers and finally receive the blessing fully demonstrates how terrifying his strength and courage are.
Such achievements did not satisfy him or stop him.
There are many legends in the Northern Wasteland, and he is just one of them.
He longed for more.
Offer more blood and soul to the God of Slaughter, and gain more blessings and honor.
Those who betrayed the gods could not understand why anyone would throw themselves into the arms of the gods and exchange their lives for such insignificant blessings and rewards.
Believe that what you gain from following the gods is not equal to what you put in.
Horrible mutations, crazy killings, and souls will be twisted under the gaze of the gods.
Under such circumstances, how could anyone give up a stable life and actively accept the blessings of the gods
Aislin never bothered to explain himself.
Only those who are foolish and ignorant will turn a blind eye to the salvation coming from the gods and only see those useless surfaces.
Arguments and definitions of light and darkness are meaningless.
Strength is the key to determine the future.
Those who fear the gods, hiding in hopeless places and lingering on, think they are righteous and bright, but in fact they are just foolishly deceiving themselves.
The gods are fair. There is no disgusting intrigue, only the law of power supremacy.
Those who turn their backs on the gods stubbornly live in their own pathetic perceptions.
They have no idea how wonderful the freedom the gods have brought them is.
Where the gods descend, even the air is sweet.
The gods will not discriminate against anyone. As long as you can show enough value, they will bless you.
Even if she is a woman, as long as she is cruel enough and strong enough, Khorne will regard her as his warrior and bless her.
That is true freedom and equality.
Aislin never expected those who turned their backs on the gods to understand this.
After all, they have never even enjoyed real freedom.
All the suffering those idiots have endured is what they deserve.
All Aislin has to do is to follow the will of the gods and spread despair and fear to every place.
Plunder those idiots of their wealth and slaughter all their family and friends.
Make them kneel in front of him, kiss his boots, and beg for the chance to become his slaves.
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Every time the Chaos Army invades the Order World.
The tribes of the Northern Wastes are an integral part of the Chaos army.
They are the Chaos Marauders feared by Dwarves, Elves, and Men alike.
Those horrific barbarians were covered in the blessings of the Chaos Gods and had all sorts of horrific mutations.
Possessing all kinds of strange limbs, they wield flails with spikes and various giant axes and heavy swords to fight.
Their fighting style can only be described as crazy.
Those guys have no respect for death.
I just hope that my bloody battles and desperate struggles can get the attention of the gods.
The barbarian tribesmen of the northern wastes knew how to fight when they crawled out of their slave mothers' bellies.
The cruelty of the gods is manifested from the moment they are born.
The tribe respects strength.
Only strong and healthy babies can get food and survive.
As long as they have the slightest problem, those weak and defective babies will be thrown directly into the wilderness by the tribesmen to be torn to pieces by those terrifying beasts.
No matter how much the baby's mother cried, it was of no use.
Waste should die, this is an eternal law.
Everyday life in the tribe is fighting.
Even children's toys are various weapons.
They will not engage in any production.
That's what lowly slaves are supposed to do.
In the name of their gods, they would fight tribes that believed in other gods, and plunder slaves and supplies from the homes of those fools who dared to resist the rule of the gods.
The Chaos Lord Aislin, who was ordered to launch an attack on Zhendan, was also a barbarian warlord who grew up in the northern wasteland.
He believed in a god of killing who wielded courage and war.
After being blessed by the Lord of Brass, he vowed to use the heads of his enemies to pave a path of honor for the god of killing, who symbolizes courage and war.
The God of Slaughter is an angry and unpredictable god, but she is absolutely fair.
As long as Aislin can bring her enough blood and war, she will not be stingy with her blessings.
The Everchosen have reappeared in the lost city that is older than humanity.
The disaster of world destruction is about to befall this world.
At the request of the gods, countless warriors gathered under the command of the Eternal Chosen, hoping to follow him in his conquests.
An unprecedented wave of destruction will sweep the world.
The day of destruction is already counting down.
The offensive against Zhendan was only a tiny part of the whole.
A bigger move has already begun.
The Eternal Chosen is ready to destroy the world.
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Sitting on the back of a Chaos Warhorse, Aislin looked out at the majestic city walls mixed with the power of the Dragon Emperor.
A warrior wearing brass armor and covered in human skin stood behind him.
Each one is accompanied by a team of bloodthirsty Killing Eggs and several skinning hounds tied with ropes, ready to rush out at any time.
Their flags all have heads hanging on them.
Aislin ruled a huge tribe in the northern wasteland.
He had 40,000 warriors under his command, and countless slaves.
He brought them all out for this war.
In order to break through the Changyuan of Zhendan, we must have enough troops.
Of course, his military force alone was far from enough.
This team also includes the Conspiracy Wizards who believe in the Lord of Change and the Void Warband of the Prince of Pleasure.
They are each ruled by a Chaos Lord.
The Conspiracy Wizardry Group is composed of mages and demon priests.
They can use the power of chaos to unleash various powerful spells.
Not only can it summon rock golems, it can also distort the earth, change the terrain, and create favorable terrain for the Chaos Army.
The number of conspiracy wizards is small, but their combat power should not be underestimated.
Those fanatical priests and wizards can fight against enemies several times their number.
Most members of the Void Warband are knights, who ride centaurs or beasts with gender characteristics.
Various torture instruments are installed on their mounts, and they seek pleasure from pain.
Their team is also the craziest.
Slaves were pierced with rusty iron hooks and spikes and whipped by overseers, screaming in pain with every step forward.
The bright red blood dripped onto the ground, staining it into a scarlet road.
Some knights even had sex with slaves who were disfigured and screaming until they fainted during the march.
They used this crazy behavior to offer sacrifice to their gods.
These three teams were the main force in this attack on Zhendan, and other forces also provided some support to a greater or lesser extent.
A huge number of spiked chariots pulled by twisted war horses corrupted by Chaos rumbled forward, and the slaves and defeated people pinned on them let out miserable screams.
These infernal chariots are the stuff of nightmares for any foolish enough to rebel against the gods' rule.
The Hellhorse is covered in heavy steel plate armor, with spiked horseshoes that can easily kick the enemy's head and use its fanged mouth to bite the enemy's flesh and blood.
The steel sickles and spikes fixed on the wheels and body of the car flashed a dazzling cold light.
Once they rush into the enemy camp, it will be a brutal massacre.
The vehicle's body, covered in spikes and thorns, will crush enemies that don't have time to escape.
Let the enemy truly feel that nightmare bursting into reality.
The warriors on the chariots were even more terrifying.
They would use sharp blades and barbed whips to maim or kill any enemy that tried to get close.
The battle formation formed by those terrifying chariots is unstoppable. Once they are deployed on the battlefield, they will be the enemy's nightmare.
Behind the chariot was the altar for offering sacrifices to the gods.
As tribes rushed to the battlefield, they often carried shrines or altars to their gods.
They waged war in the name of their gods, offering sacrifices to the powers of destruction directly on the battlefield.
The styles of the altars vary. If you know something about the gods, you can tell at a glance which god the altar belongs to.
The altars for the God of Slaughter are often made of bones, decorated with brass and blades, and are piled with the heads of worthy enemies and corpses.
Blood will continue to flow from the body on the altar.
The altar is dragged by heavily armored mutant beasts, and serves as a terrifying siege weapon as well as a means of sacrifice.
The God of Slaughter doesn't care if his altar is used as a weapon.
She only cared about whether she could bleed more.
The altar of the Prince of Pleasure is often very luxurious, piled with all kinds of precious spices and silks, with an almost greasy sweet aroma.
And the skin and heart placed on it by believers who were loyal to the Prince of Pleasure and willing to be skinned and boned.
Sometimes, naked, plump priestesses would perform seductive dances in front of the altar.
Those warriors who obtain the enemy's head and complete the test will have a certain opportunity to have fun with the priest on the altar of the Prince of Pleasure in various cruel and torturous ways, and use this method to prove their piety in public.
The altar of the Plague God is filthy, with all kinds of dirty entrails and an incredible number of parasites, flies, and corruption that carry the plague.
The altar of the Lord of Change is relatively normal compared to the other three.
They are basically made of polished crystals that emit brilliant light.
On the altar are placed the skulls of failed conspiracy masters or wizards.
Next up is the Chaos Dwarf team.
The Chaos Dwarves have a far greater mastery of steam-powered technology than their brethren who have forsaken the honor of the gods.
In the Chaos Wastes and the Northern Wastes, the steam-powered machines of the Chaos Dwarves dig beneath the earth like creeping things growing in rotten fruit.
Using their talents, the Chaos Dwarves established a terrifying kingdom deep in the darkness underground.
They drive huge tunnel digging machines and boring machines, digging underground day and night.
The sides of the steel machines were rusted with blood.
Every once in a while, they would sacrifice a large number of slaves in exchange for the protection of the Chaos Gods.
In that vast underground kingdom, various large machines are roaring day and night.
With the collision and explosion between steel.
That loud voice resounded throughout the earth.
Chaos Dwarves prefer steel, fire, and steam, and despise the weakness of flesh.
They are the important trump card for Aislin's Chaos Army to break through Changyuan.
Those who use steam locomotives to pull those steel giants will let Zhendan know the power of chaos.
Let them know that a new era has arrived.
All living things will bow down before the gods.
Chaos Dwarves blend evil magic with iron creations.
They possess a variety of deadly creations.
A fragmentation cannon that sprays deadly fragments, creating a barrage of death.
A lava cannon that can fire lava shells or spray high-temperature flames.
Each of those huge cannons is unique, forged by the Chaos Dwarves' demonic blacksmiths, and is a symbol of their honor and status.
In addition, there are many other artillery pieces such as rocket launchers and mortars.
Once all of them are released, even a magnificent city will collapse.
The team stretched for several kilometers and was extremely large.
Like Aislin, these people were eager to destroy the Changyuan of Zhendan and bring destruction to those ignorant sons of the East.
They burned their beautiful palaces with raging fire and piled the heads of men, women, old people and children in the burning city.
When he was close enough to Changyuan, Aislin saw those disgusting Kongming spaceships flying out of Zhendan.
Those guys are a real nuisance.
The reason why every attack on Zhendan failed.
Those Kong Ming spaceships account for a large part of the reason.
They will unleash artillery fire and bombs from the sky, disrupting the Chaos army's rear.
Once the formation is disrupted, Zhendan's cavalry and infantry will attack together.
Being attacked from both sides, no matter how powerful the Chaos army is, it will collapse and eventually have no choice but to retreat.
Countless Chaos believers were chopped down by the Zhendan army.
What's more, there are dragons in Zhendan.
Different from the flying dragon in the West.
The dragons of Zhendan are slender and have no wings.
But they are equally terrible.
Even without wings, the dragons of Zhendan can fly.
They are also covered with thick scales that are stronger than steel.
Its sharp claws can easily shred armor blessed by the Chaos Gods.
Terrible flames filled with divine power can be spewed out of its mouth.
Their horns can also release terrible bolts of lightning.
But this time, Aislin was confident that they already had enough anti-aircraft power.
The Conspiracy Wizards brought troops that could fly in the air.
Those transformed witch warriors were piloting round flying saucers that were engraved with countless runes and shone with strange light.
Able to release terrible spells through witchcraft.
When close enough, the Chaos Dwarf pulled out the Hell Cannon.
They lined up in front of the formation, ready to bombard the tall city walls.
Those huge cannons were cold and heavy, and when they moved, they left traces on the ground.
As Aislin looked at the cannons and dwarf rockets, he could no longer imagine anything that could stop them from breaking through Changyuan with the honor of the gods and turning the prosperous Zhendan into scorched earth.
Anticipation and excitement welled up in his heart.
Destruction always brings him unimaginable excitement.
The destruction of beauty will give people a twisted satisfaction.
It’s like people always like to see the innocent and cute girl next door eventually turn evil and degenerate under the abuse of a perverted uncle.
Unfortunately, fate did not favor Aislin and his companions.
They longed to offer a feast to the supreme gods.
Soon, they will realize that they have been abandoned by the gods.
When the golden demon descended upon the Chaos Dwarfs' artillery fire, death and destruction followed.
A flag with a golden double-headed eagle pattern fell from the sky with a whistling sound.
The Chaos Lord, who was leading the Void Warband and blessed by the gods and was torturing a female slave with his tentacles, was pierced directly and nailed to the ground.
It was like a god of war standing in his kingdom, throwing a spear that turned into a meteor and eventually pierced his enemy.
Among the warriors of the mortal world, the Chaos Lords are the most feared.
They are so powerful that they are like gods walking among mortals.
Wearing terrifying baroque armor decorated with various heads and skins.
In front of them, the Chaos Champions looked very small, even like weak children.
Every Chaos Lord has come a long and difficult road.
The road is littered with broken silk sacrificed to his ambitions and silkworms defeated by the lord's other competitors.
They are powerful fighters that are irresistible.
Possesses the incredible strength of a troll and the cunning and agility of a venomous snake.
They are blessed by the gods, are the gods of death who massacre cities and destroy nations, and are legends created by blood and violence.
The Chaos Lord of the Void Warband died without even seeing his enemy.
The female slave being tortured by the Chaos Lord screamed in terror.
She watched up close as the horrific, slimy-tentacled Chaos Lord was nailed to the ground and burned to ashes.
The golden double-headed eagle flag spread out in front of her, fluttering in the air.
Some Chaos Warriors would find him pathetic.
I came so far, but I died without even having a chance to fight.
sad.
But Aislin, who witnessed the arrival of the golden demon, felt that the guy was lucky.
The Chaos Lord died a joyful death while enjoying himself.
No survivor like him has to go through the torture of shattered faith and despair.
Imagine that they laboriously led hundreds of thousands of troops blessed by the gods on a long journey, ambitiously preparing for a shocking war, but were slaughtered in a very short time.
What a irony of their beliefs.
"In the name of the Holy Emperor, in the name of the Great Emperor."
The metal pole of the flag was nailed to the bloated corpse of the Chaos Lord, and the golden double-headed eagle flag was flying in the air.
An absolutely cold and absolutely rational roar also resounded throughout the battlefield, foreshadowing the arrival of death.
A golden figure fell from the sky.
Valyrian was the first of the Custodes to set out on the cross-universe exploration team, and he did not receive the most advanced fourth-order Primaris upgrade.
Only received the second Primaris upgrade.
But he himself is an entity of destruction forged by the Emperor using the technology of the Golden Age, and is blessed with two Primaris upgrades and Emperor Fragments.
How could a group of savage natives who were merely blessed by the Chaos Gods be his opponents!
When he fell from a great height, the huge impact force blew away the Chaos Slave next to him.
The weapon in his hand was covered with dark blue arcs as his will dictated.
A massacre began, enough to drive many minions of Chaos to despair.
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Miaoying stood on Kongming's spaceship, looking at the battlefield where screams were coming from.
She was glad that she didn't act rashly and treat the other party as an enemy.
Otherwise, she would most likely bring upon Zhendan an unimaginably powerful enemy.
After receiving reports from the soldiers at the banquet, Miaoying put on his armor and prepared to go to war.
Such a huge Chaos army is coming.
It will inevitably be a long and fierce battle.
Valerian also put on his golden armor and took a group of crew members with him, wanting to follow Miaoying on the expedition and lend her a helping hand.
Miaoying allowed the other party to go with him in order to let him see the strength of the Zhendan army and make him curb his arrogance.
However, on the battlefield, the situation was completely out of Miaoying's control.
When Valerian climbed up the Changyuan, he jumped directly from the majestic wall that separated the eastern prairie and landed in the enemy camp several miles away.
Holding the halberd covered with electric current, he swept through the enemy.
She couldn't see how many enemies were killed, nor could she see the killing process.
The Chaos Dwarves' huge iron cannons and steam trains were overturned and chopped into steam-spewing scrap metal.
Mighty Chaos warriors and champions were hacked to the ground like wild dogs.
Too fast.
It's so fast that it's unbelievable.
There is no fairness at all.
It was a massacre.
A demon slaughtered hundreds of thousands of minions of chaos.
Those Chaos servants died one after another.
There is no dignity, no honor.
They were killed like ants.
Even the craziest storyteller in Weijing wouldn't dare to tell such an incredible story.
The Zhendan general next to Miaoying also fell silent.
The massacre before us was beyond the capability of ordinary people.
Beneath that body covered in golden armor lies the body of a god.
... ...
Aislin's hands were shaking as he sat on the Chaos Horse.
This was the first time he felt fear since he was born.
The warrior blessed by the Chaos Gods died meaninglessly before the golden figure.
They could do no harm to it.
Before he could react, he was chopped into several pieces.
That horrible demon has no emotions.
The other side did not feel any joy in this grand slaughter.
There was only an extremely cold-blooded slash.
The gods do not like such wars.
There is no emotional clamor.
Thirst without desire.
There is only a cold pursuit of goals.
For such a being, neither kindness nor hatred exists.
The Chaos Dwarves were destroyed along with their creations.
Their artillery was reduced to pieces before it could have any effect.
The armored dwarven warriors and their slaves were turned into unrecognizable pieces of flesh and blood in just a few breaths.
They were torn apart without mercy.
Fragments of steel and the dwarf's broken limbs flew in the air.
The conspiracy wizards try to use their witchcraft to change the situation of the war.
They let out ear-piercing screams and unleashed spells in fury.
However, every flame and thunder they released was strangely extinguished in front of the opponent's golden armor.
It was as if some invisible force blocked the magic and disintegrated the etheric wind.
Those wizards tried their best, but the only thing they managed was to attract the attention of the golden demon.
After that guy killed a mutated terrifying blood beast, he turned his target to them.
The wizards of the conspiracy met their demise with screams.
The golden figure rushed into the ranks of the conspiracy wizards like a lion into a flock of sheep, directly against those terrible witchcrafts.
Rows of wizards and slaves were cut in two by the single blow.
The altar of the Lord of Change was also shattered in the battle.
There were bodies and screams everywhere.
The powerful, blessed Chaos Lord seeks to unleash a terrible spell.
The opponent's speed was much faster than his.
The halberd chopped off his head with ease, causing the gathered magical power to dissipate into the air.
Aislin watched as this powerful Chaos army collapsed in a very short time.
The slaves they had enslaved and tortured picked up the fallen weapons and took revenge on their masters who were wielding spiked whips.
After the golden demon killed the Chaos Lord of the Conspiracy Wizard Group, he turned his gaze to Aislin.
This powerful Chaos Lord, the God of Blood and Courage, subconsciously made a decision that went against his beliefs.
He spurred his mount, turned around and ran away.
The cold, terrifying eyes of the golden demon froze his blood.
It was as if he was the next stalk of rice to be harvested.
He was not afraid of death, but he could not accept such a meaningless sacrifice.
Aisling escapes.
Like a coward.
The roar of the Blood God echoed in his ears.
Angry at his behavior.
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Valyrian slaughtered with all his might.
Yet hundreds of thousands of people were scattered over a few kilometers.
No matter how fast he kills, there are bound to be some that slip through the net.
To be honest, it might be better to leave this kind of killing to Titans or fighter groups.
Their weapons can easily reduce everything within a few kilometers to ashes.
The Custodians and Primaris were created to eliminate powerful individuals, or to serve as raiding forces to pry open enemy strongholds.
Their battlefield positioning was never designed to deal with these ordinary people.
Valyrian did not pursue the fleeing Chaos Lord.
He didn't even bother chasing after any of the fleeing minions of Chaos, nor did he attack those who knelt in surrender.
As this Chaos army left behind countless corpses and fled into the distance in a panic.
Valyrian's goal had been achieved.
He firmly believed that this demonstration would make Aurora realize what they were facing.
Everything they had experienced before was just a minor incident.
Only by joining the Human Empire can you survive the true tide of Chaos.
Only then can we fight against the terrifying dark truth of the universe.
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Universe 01.
The Empire's first inter-universe outpost.
Galileo, who is getting old and about to reach the end of his life, stands on the balcony outside the ward and looks out at the magnificent city.
Several of his friends were with him.
Several bigwigs of the empire in Universe 01 also stood in the room, listening to the old miner's last words and accompanying him on his last journey.
The ward is very large, like a palace.
Various advanced medical instruments are placed in the ward.
But no one cared about this. People all looked sad, feeling sorry for the passing of another imperial hero.
Time is the most ruthless thing in this world.
It buried countless heroes.
Galileo left no offspring.
The seeds of a soulless person are implanted in his body, and ordinary people will naturally feel fear towards him.
Under such circumstances, it is difficult for him to find a suitable opposite-sex partner and raise offspring with him/her.
But he was not dissatisfied at all.
His life was satisfying enough.
"I am ready to return to the arms of the Holy Emperor," said Galileo.
Hearing this, everyone in the room showed a sad look.
As one of the first people to open a cross-universe tunnel and to continue working in that dangerous environment, Galileo's experience is a valuable asset to the Empire.
Many of the suggestions he made allowed many miners to survive in the dangerous tunnels and reduced a lot of losses for the empire.
The miners played an indispensable role in the successful construction of the inter-universe tunnel.
Galileo, who participated in the opening of the first inter-universe tunnel and survived, is a talented strategist of the Empire.
Galileo led the team to many dangerous areas that appeared during the construction.
His name is destined to be remembered.
He was a hero to the empire.
He is also a hero to mankind.
Humanity’s manifest destiny to rule over diversity was never due to any one person.
It was created through the sacrifice of countless human beings.
There were heavy footsteps and several armored Astartes entered the room.
Everyone showed expressions of astonishment, and the next character who appeared made them feel even more incredible.
Dorn came in from behind the Astartes.
He looked dusty and exhausted, and it was obvious that he had squeezed out time from his busy schedule to come here.
"Lord Dorne."
"Lord Dorne."
Several officials saluted him.
Dorn waved his hand as a response and looked at the doctor beside him.
"How is it going?"
"His soul has already begun to decay. He should not continue to receive life extension surgery. He should be sent back to the Holy Emperor's realm to sleep before the corruption of his soul spreads." The doctor said in a respectful tone: "All implants have been shut down. His vitality is fading, and his body may fall into true death at any time."
There was a hint of reluctance on Dorn's face.
Entering the realm of the Holy Emperor and falling asleep is also equivalent to death in the past.
It takes a long time for the soul to recover from the wear and tear in the real universe.
People like Galileo who work in inter-universe tunnels are at greater risk and need to sleep for longer periods of time.
"On behalf of the people of the Empire, I would like to express my gratitude to you, Galileo." Dorn approached Galileo and said in a deep voice, "You have served the Empire loyally for centuries. You are a hero to the Empire and to mankind. I will write to the Holy Emperor and ask her to confer the title of hero on you. There should be a sculpture of you in the Heroes' Square of the Solar System."
"I have never killed an enemy, how can I be a hero?" Galileo was flattered and waved his hands.
The Heroes Square in the solar system is filled with the legendary heroes of the empire.
Only people like Dante and Calgar who are admired by the world, or people like Tyrian who made great contributions to the empire and saved mankind from civil war, would have sculptures standing on it.
Galileo never considered himself worthy of having his own sculpture in Piazza della Sera.
He was just a miner at first, but after living for a long time, he took on some management positions in the Inter-Universe Development Management Department and participated in meetings.
Without fighting in the battlefield, turning the tide and saving the empire from danger, how can you be qualified to be the hero of the entire empire
"The Empire has more than one battlefield." Dorn whispered, "You have proven your worth, Galileo. You have fought for so long in the inter-universe tunnel with a mortal body."
Inter-universal tunnels are dug deep into the Warp.
It's like working under the eyes of the gods.
Galileo fought for the inter-universe tunnel all his life, and even though he was just a miner, he still made his mark.
If such a person is not a hero, then what kind of person is a hero
Those warriors who hold swords and fight on the battlefield are heroes.
Those ordinary people who burn themselves out for the advancement of humanity are also heroes.
Galileo smiled when he heard what Dorn said.
He never thought he would receive such an honor.
Under the gaze of everyone, Galileo closed his eyes and welcomed his death.
His life was not wonderful, but it was complete enough.
As an ordinary man, he witnessed the empire's first step towards the heavens.
When countless years later, those future generations will regard cross-universe travel as the norm.
Witnessing this huge and magnificent inter-universe tunnel that is large enough to pass through stars, curiosity often arises in the hearts of future generations.
What kind of sacrifices did mankind's ancestors make to open up such a road under such difficult conditions
What a group of people they are!
Why do you have the courage to accomplish such a great feat!
Donne watched Galileo leave.
Another hero of the Empire has given his life to serve the Holy Emperor's cause.
He sighed softly.
As the Primarch, he knew well that the salvation that mankind longed for was in the distant future, and that the Empire's long journey would eventually consume generation after generation.
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"Marshal, you should leave immediately. The flank corps is trying its best to cover you. They will create an opportunity for you to evacuate." said the adjutant.
“No matter how legendary a hero is, he will eventually meet his end.”
Hawke, staring at the holographic projection in front of him, said calmly, "They want to win this war by attacking the commander's position. Order the flank to continue the attack. The Empire will win this battle."
The war in Universe 02 has reached a fever pitch.
The human empire broke through the wall of origin and occupied several parallel universes in succession, but encountered a stubborn resistance in parallel universe 045.
The superheroes who thought they were defending their homeland united to fight back against the Empire's rule.
They were indifferent to the truth revealed by the Empire and stubbornly believed that the Empire was the invader.
Even though the Empire kept telling them that the entire universe was just a captive existence.
They all believe that their family, their friends, their past, and their lovers are real.
Then this world is real.
The empire is the lie and the invader.
They must unite to defeat the invaders, liberate those who have been enslaved and deceived by the empire, and rebuild their beautiful homeland.
The Primaris forces of the Empire have been sent to deal with a legion of Overwatch.
If superheroes are considered poultry kept in captivity, then the Guardians are undoubtedly the farmers responsible for keeping them captive.
The two are totally not on the same level.
Titus had to lead the Primaris warriors to deal with them personally.
The solution to a battle like this involving superheroes can only be left to Hawke and others.
The power of superheroes should not be underestimated. Whether it is the leader, Sandman from the parallel universe No. 045, or his right-hand men No. 043 Superman, No. 048 Doctor Fate, No. 066 Doctor Manhattan, etc., they all possess powerful power.
The problem is that they are not a real army.
Individually, each of them is capable of outstanding results.
Cross-galaxy-level battles are a great test of a commander's strategic thinking and strategic command capabilities.
Expecting a group of superheroes who seek superiority over mortals to fight a war of this level is like asking a strong man who likes to eat peaches to go to the battlefield.
Relying on his own strategy, Hawke easily sent them into his encirclement and blocked them on the Genesis Star of Parallel Universe No. 107.
While many superheroes continue to win battles, they find themselves losing the war.
When they realized that they were cornered, they gathered together like cornered wild dogs and tried to attack Hawke's direction, forcing the other side to move its flank, giving them a chance to escape.
"Marshal, you are more important than the victory of this war." The adjutant said, "Those enemies are just scoundrels. They won't be able to stay alive for long."
"I'm old," Hawke said quietly. "When I came up with this strategy and replayed it, I realized the problem. I could make such a simple mistake and put myself in danger. I went for a checkup and they said my soul was tired and I would keep making the same mistake no matter how much technology I had."
"One strategic mistake doesn't mean anything, sir." The adjutant said, "You don't need to worry too much."
"I made mistakes even when dealing with these rubbish. If I were to lead a large-scale battle, wouldn't I also make mistakes
"Hawke looked at his adjutant, "The different speed of time in this universe has accelerated my aging. Only a dozen years have passed in the Empire, but I have already experienced 150 years of fighting in Universe 02."
The inter-universe tunnel connects the universes together and makes them aware of each other's existence.
It is just like when two countries establish diplomatic relations and trade relations, their currencies can be exchanged.
The time scale can be unified, but the speed of time flow cannot be unified.
In some places time flows faster, in others slower.
In addition to the influence of subspace, the space-time structures of each universe and the fact that some individuals possess the power of time all lead to differences in the speed of time flow in each universe.
In some places, the flow rate of time reaches an astonishing 1:100 or even more.
When the Great Rift tore the galaxy apart, it also caused inconsistencies in the flow of time.
Some planets have been fighting for more than a hundred years, while for some planets only a few days have passed.
In fact, even without a big rift, time will still be affected by gravity.
It's as if time flows much slower on neutron stars than on other planets.
"Let the flanking corps continue the attack. If we can eliminate them, at least more than fifty parallel universes will no longer have the power to resist the Empire, and the Empire will be able to gain a firm foothold in the No. 02 universe."
“Is this really necessary
Even if you can no longer command the battle, you can still retreat."
"I don't want to return to the arms of the Holy Emperor in disgrace. I don't want to make a big mistake in a future major battle that will lead to the failure of the entire campaign. I don't want to die in a hospital bed. This is the best ending. I will wipe out these bugs that rebel against the empire and have a not-too-bad ending."
ps: I overslept last night and didn’t update the second chapter.