The void is burning.
Some people may think this is a metaphor, using exaggerated words to form a battlefield.
But those recorders who were at the forefront of the battlefield did not think so.
Because they saw with their own eyes that the void was indeed burning.
Strange witchfire pours out from the Warp and sears the outer shell of reality.
The evil glow permeated, outlining one horrifying scene after another.
The cold space was invaded by indescribable things. Countless tentacles larger than planets stretched out from the ocean of ether, and countless crying souls screamed on the surface of the tentacles.
If you get close to those tentacles, you can see desperate faces and weird wriggling bodies.
They scream, longing for a redemption that will never come.
The real world and the unreal world have blended together.
A huge red eyeball as big as the moon emerged from the boiling ocean of warp space, carrying with it indescribable terrible malice and madness.
Those unspeakable horrors had vicious fangs the length of continents.
The majestic mountains are only as good as their hair and tumors.
Wings that could cover the stars spread out and rolled up in the void.
The tongue, which can wrap around an entire star, oozes foul-smelling mucus, and regrows in a very short time.
No words could describe the evil that was boiling and turning into a real individual.
This is the battlefield between humans and monitors.
A true battle among the heavens.
It was launched by two powerful forces that controlled incredible powers.
One celestial-class battleship after another was torn apart by unimaginable force.
The tight protective force field was paralyzed, and the protective wall made of plastic steel and high-density alloy was torn apart like paper.
The broken debris was scattered in the void, with countless corpses mixed in.
The war between humanity and the Watchers has torn the fabric of the universe apart.
Permanently destroyed some key things, leaving the universe in ruins.
The war between the two brought the Warp here, like a voracious piranha smelling blood.
Countless workers are working hard to save the empire's property.
Maintenance machines poured out in batches to weld and seal the depressurized tunnels.
Countless debris floated in the void, some human and some enemy.
Death is as easy and casual as breathing.
The Monitor Legion is far more powerful than those so-called superheroes.
So far, the Empire has not collected enough information about this universe.
We still have only a vague understanding of the person who controls this universe behind the scenes.
Every powerful civilization knows how to protect itself.
The same is true for powerful individuals.
They will hide the records of their civilization behind the universe so that invaders cannot read anything about them.
Terra adopted a Christian name for the enemy and named it the Supreme God.
It is said that the use of this name was approved by the Holy Emperor himself.
Many people think this is just a symbol and metaphor.
Even the people in the expeditionary corps thought so.
When conquering parallel universes, countless gods were killed by the sharp blades of the Imperial Legion.
Those gods created by human dreams and beliefs have only two fates: either submit to the rule of the Holy Emperor and offer her eternal loyalty, or be killed and their heads hung in the palaces where they live.
There is a meaning behind adopting this name.
In the Bible, God always calls those who believe in him lambs, and priests call themselves God's shepherds.
This is a very wonderful metaphor.
It is also very appropriate if used in this universe.
The Lamb of God will always attribute all his difficulties to his own lack of piety.
They believe that suffering is God's will and that they only need to endure it silently so that their souls can be purified and eventually enter heaven.
The same is true for this universe. The Supreme God keeps all the parallel universes in captivity.
Those souls were traumatized by man-made suffering and then sent into the mouth of the Most High God.
Like a lamb in the sheepfold, docile.
When the railings break, they will even take the initiative to block the gap to prevent other lambs from escaping.
Isn’t this what superheroes do
... ... .
Sanguinius stood on the bridge of a shattered Celestial-class battleship that was on the verge of breaking apart.
Watching the battlefield through countless screens, assessing every battle as it happens.
The war begins between reality and fantasy.
The minions of the Supreme God possess extraordinary psychic powers.
Sanguinius estimated that its power should be no weaker than that of the Four Gods.
In fact, such a metaphor is meaningless. It is just to make people intuitively understand the enemy's strength.
The great enemy of the Imperium is Chaos.
Even if the Four Gods are destroyed but Chaos is not destroyed, new Four Gods will appear.
As the saying goes, if one Four Gods falls, there are thousands and millions of Four Gods standing up.
It does not matter whether the Most High God is strong or weak.
All Sanguinius needed to know was that it was an enemy of the Empire.
He had no idea whether the Supreme God cared about the battle that was breaking out at the edge of the universe.
Perhaps it noticed and saw it as a game and a gamble.
Or maybe it's busy fighting other unimaginable beings and has no intention of caring about these things.
Even if humans took away the entire universe, they would only take away a breeding farm.
Who knows how many farms it has
... .
The Overwatch Corps is able to command massive beasts composed of real and imaginary matter to fight.
The size of those giants is beyond imagination.
Their sizes are calculated in astronomical units.
Just like the giant wolf and heavenly dog in mythology, they can easily swallow the moon and the sun.
Those behemoths are just that huge.
Everyone who sees them will think that they survive by devouring planets.
When you are hungry, eat a planet as a snack.
When Sanguinius saw those terrifying beasts, his mind was filled with images of those beasts chewing on planets for no reason.
It is hard to imagine what could feed those behemoths without eating the planet.
The laws of reality can no longer impose any restrictions on such a behemoth.
The Empire assembled ten Celestial-class battleships, as well as tens of thousands of battleships and countless smaller warships such as cruisers and strike ships.
The debris scattered in the void are basically all from the empire.
Everywhere I looked, there was wreckage.
Stretching for millions of kilometers.
After those giant beasts are killed, their corpses will turn into countless ashes in the void, without even a trace of bones left.
Just like that, it disappeared into the dark, boundless air.
Only the wreckage of the Empire's ships remained here, swept away by the raging ocean of Aether, and some were washed into the depths of the Warp, trapped there forever.
Sanguinius was not too surprised by these strange scenes.
Ten thousand years ago, when he, Ryan and Guilliman learned that the Emperor had not fallen and Terra still existed, they set sail from Macragge, preparing to cross the warp storm and head for Imperial Terra.
That journey taught him the horrors of the Warp.
To stop them, the Gods of the Warp created some incredible giant structures along the way.
The sheer size of those structures is staggering.
Both the height and length of a wall need to be measured in light years.
Demon turrets made of brass, flames, and steel are scattered all over it, and their scale is magnificent, comparable to a world.
The mere existence of such a thing is enough to make people despair.
If it weren't for the fact that those structures require an anchor point to exist in reality.
Impossible things must necessarily be attached to real objects.
The materials of the subspace are gathered through the anchor points and then transformed into real matter that can exist stably.
It is always a mistake to define the subspace as impossible. The vast ocean of ether contains endless possibilities.
Information about each team appeared in front of Sanguinius.
The red dots of their avatars appeared in the complex monitor fortress, advancing steadily.
The glow shone on that noble face that inspired countless people of the empire.
White wings stretched out behind him.
His existence is hope.
It is the salvation that mankind longs for.
He is his brother's war angel, the executor of the Holy Emperor's destructive will.
"In the name of my brother, this place must belong to the Empire." Sanguinius pointed to the strange fortress.
He will bring destruction to those hateful enemies.
The Emperor's vision had been shattered once before, and there was no way they would allow that to happen again.
Any enemy who tries to stop humanity will be overwhelmed by endless rage.
... ... ... .
The Primaris warriors continued to climb the strange fortress.
Amidst the flashes of teleportation, he ran towards death without fear.
"This world is disgusting." The Chapter Master of the Absolver Chapter - Cleto walked out from the flash and looked at the strange buildings in the distance. The hazy glow and mist shrouded those magnificent buildings that extended to incredible angles.
"Why not just destroy it?" The Chapter Librarian, Sirak, shrugged and said, "No matter what kind of enemy it is, we should grant them death in the name of the Holy Emperor."
"The temporal shock wave is heading towards us. It is estimated to take thirty seconds. We have to enter a defensive posture." The technical sergeant interrupted the conversation between the chapter master and the think tank and simply and clearly explained the crisis they were about to face.
Kleto looked in the direction the technical sergeant pointed.
A strange wave came like an ocean wave.
It was as if they were standing in the ocean.
Time shock waves are a unique defensive method of the Monitor Army.
It will be released every once in a while.
The first Imperial troops to attempt the landing had no idea of the enemy's means of attack.
They were hit by the time wave without any preparation and turned into dust in less than one ten-thousandth of a second.
Their armor was mottled and rusty, as if it had been ravaged by tens of millions of years.
"Defensive stance." Kreto asked his warriors to gather together and activate the time force field protection.
A translucent cover covered them.
The time shock wave swept past their location.
Time flows in a dislocated way.
Collette and others found it difficult to adapt.
Humans are not pure time creatures, and such attacks will cause them discomfort.
"It makes me sick more and more." Kleto did not hide his disgust. After the first wave of attacks, he issued a new order, "Advance, let our swords be stained with blood."
They had to run some distance to enter the fortress.
The Empire's teleportation device was unable to transport such a large military force intact to a fortress protected by a time field.
If they force themselves to do so, the empire's warriors will only become corpses or dust.
More and more teleportation flashes lit up around Kleto and others.
More Primaris warriors walked out.
They gathered into a wave of destruction and rushed towards the enemy's fortress.
There are behemoths that use psionic powers that suddenly appear from cracks in the sky.
They have strange limbs and abilities.
The sharp claws can tear through the armor and body of the Primaris warriors.
The warriors would rush forward shouting slogans for the Holy Emperor and cut them to pieces.
Cleto and his comrades were among them.
They rushed through a battlefield covered in blood, screams, and death.
The Watchers are powerful, but not as powerful as Cleator and his ilk.
They possess weapons that can unleash a variety of powerful powers.
Black holes, time, space, etc., everything is made into weapons by them.
But those things can't kill the Primaris.
As long as they are careful enough, the Primaris can avoid that damage.
When the technological level of both sides reaches a certain level, long-range attacks will be ineffective.
The sea can flood the land, but it cannot break a smooth pebble.
The range of attack of weapons of mass destruction is indeed very large.
But their lethality against individuals is very poor.
The means of warfare are constantly evolving.
From the stone tools of the primitive age, to the firearms of the industrial age, to the light spears of the space age, to today's rule-based weapons.
The weapons in the hands of creatures are becoming more and more powerful, and destroying the stars and the universe are no longer just delusions.
Logically speaking, wars should become more and more sophisticated, requiring fewer and fewer people to participate.
Unfortunately, as offensive means become stronger, defensive means are also constantly changing.
After entering the industrial age, humans have mastered the means of ultra-long-range strikes without line of sight, using various missiles to destroy the enemy from a distance.
Large-scale battles became impractical.
One side assembled hundreds of thousands of tanks, while the other side remotely controlled the missile bombardment and directly knocked out the tank cluster remotely.
Until the emergence of the void shield, all of humanity's beyond-visual-range long-range weapons became ineffective in the face of the void shield.
Void shields can divert all objects and energy exceeding a certain speed into the subspace.
Human missiles and nuclear bombs no longer pose a deadly threat.
The enhancement of jamming methods has also caused ultra-long-range missiles to lose their original power.
If you don't hit the ball accurately, it's useless no matter how hard you blow.
The advancement of technology has restored war to large-scale battles and close combat.
If there is no systematic superhero replacement, the empire can be destroyed with a single fire.
The more advanced technology becomes, the less useful guerrillas become.
What matters in war is the productivity and scientific research capabilities behind both sides.
To achieve the ultimate victory, you either have to compete in long-distance consumption.
But as long as you can go into the starry sky, everyone has almost unlimited energy, including nuclear fusion, plasma fusion, various geothermal energy, etc.
Get the generator ready, open a shield, and both sides will throw missiles at each other from a distance.
The more powerful ones can throw black holes, stars, time rings, etc.
As long as the technology of both sides is at the same level.
Such a war could last for tens of thousands of years without either side suffering any real losses.
Otherwise, you can only use the most primitive means, which is close combat.
To completely destroy the enemy's manpower is to win the war.
Cleto rushed towards the enemy, his sword drawing a bright arc in the air with a shining metallic luster.
The sharp blade pierced the glass-smooth body and shattered it effortlessly.
Glowing fragments flew everywhere amid the screams of the soldiers of the Watcher Legion.
The fragments hit his armor, making slight thuds, and were then bounced away.
The sword blade continued to slide in, and the subatomic edge of the sword cut through the glass-textured body and silicon-based skeleton, ripping open the enemy.
With a desperate wail of death, an observer was split in two and fell to the ground.
Kleto shook off the silver metallic blood on his sword and pounced on the next enemy.
He ran, charging in the front, and rushed into the monitor's defense line like a hurricane.
The heavily armored body soared into the air with unimaginable agility and quickness, carrying out killing again and again.
His Librarian roared, bolter in one hand, scepter in the other.
The bullets of the grenade launcher are loaded with annihilation materials specifically designed to restrain the monitors, causing them fatal damage.
The scepter shines with the light of the Warp. In this realm where illusion and reality are combined, psychic power is greatly amplified.
Violent bolts of lightning shot out from the void, hitting the screaming enemies and causing their bodies to ignite with strange flames.
Such is the ferocity of the Primaris warriors who fight in the name of the Holy Emperor.
They were unstoppable, savagely and brutally tearing through the enemy's defenses.
Some soldiers fell down. They were hit by the enemy's weapons and turned into sand in a few breaths.
But no one felt sad about this, instead they felt excited.
Death is the most wonderful reward for the faithful.
It meant that they entered the arms of the Holy Emperor with honor and praise.
The Kingdom of Death established by the Holy Emperor has been confirmed by the think tanks of countless chapters and has been officially recognized.
Every warrior who dies will be taken to the kingdom of the Holy Emperor.
People no longer need to fear the emptiness that death brings.
For humanity, this is a just war.
The Empire's victory was as unstoppable as the rising sun of Krato's home world.
One day, they will carry the throne of the Holy Emperor to the stars that all living beings look up to, and make her the true master of the heavens.
... ..
When the war to capture the fortress reached its most brutal climax.
Sanguinius flapped his flawless white wings.
He descended from the sky with his glorious guards and was thrown into the most intense battlefield.
The appearance of Sanguinius caused the warriors to cheer even more enthusiastically.
He descended from the sky like a war angel, coming down with unspeakable horror, rage and thunder.
The huge impact even caused an explosion, causing countless cracks to appear on the silicon crystal ground.
He held a spear in his hand, like an invincible ancient god of war.
"In the name of the Holy Emperor, kill."
His voice echoed throughout the fortress battlefield.