If the watchers heard what Sanguinius said, they would definitely be enraged by his arrogance.
To drag out the Most High God and slaughter him like a wild dog.
How arrogant, how conceited.
In this case, the dog can tolerate it, but the observer cannot.
They have controlled the universe for countless ages.
A group of humans who don't even have a fraction of their existence history came here.
We must kill their master, the Supreme God, just like we kill wild dogs.
They look down on the omniscient and omnipotent Supreme Power, and they also look down on these minions who work for the Supreme God.
Too bad there isn't a watcher here, they are all dead.
The Primaris killed each xenos, smashing their heads and bodies to pieces, leaving them as corpses on the Imperial conquest.
Everything in the fortress was taken away, even the special crystals were cut and taken away.
Human technology and the path of the Observers are not the same.
But the resources they left behind can still be used by the empire.
Those crystals that contain special powers and those psychic materials extracted from the warp by machines are extremely precious.
The observers have their own methods.
When the echoes of grief and despair of those lives appear in the subspace, they will be collected by them in a special way.
Those echoes can create demons.
Now they are all collected by the monitor using special means.
Sanguinius ordered his men to take everything away, to see if through research he could enable humans to master the same methods.
In that case, humans will have one more way to save their lives when facing demons.
After demolishing the buildings left behind by the enemy, the Empire's engineering troops will build human buildings in their original locations.
The Watcher's Fortress is located at an important node in time and space.
This node allows users to travel to different areas of the universe more quickly.
It can also adjust the direction of the ether current to ensure the harvest of the parallel universe.
If the Empire could build a webway in this universe and establish a fortress to interfere with the warp storms.
It can effectively prevent the Supreme God from invading the territory controlled by the empire.
The more powerful the subspace life is, the greater the price it will pay to operate in the real universe.
Although the Supreme God is powerful, the means he can use to deal with the empire are actually extremely limited.
Or have its agents wage war on the Empire.
Either he takes action himself and stirs up the subspace storm to teach humans a lesson.
No matter what means are used, they cannot be separated from the subspace.
As long as the Empire controls the nodes, it can weaken the Supreme God's offensive against the Empire.
The situation in the subspace is complex and changeable.
Some safe waterways and time and space nodes are particularly critical.
Building a fortress there can achieve twice the result with half the effort.
With very few troops, we can defend a large area of the starry sky.
Sanguinius need not worry about these matters.
The rest of the work will be left to professionals.
They will evaluate the gains from this victory and make adjustments.
At the same time, resources were allocated to build a giant fortress belonging to the empire.
When the fortress is finally completed, this starry territory will completely belong to mankind.
If the Supreme God wants to take it back, he can only send out agents to start a war and defeat the empire.
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The fall of the Watcher's Bastion allowed Sanguinius to take a brief break.
He was able to return to his own exclusive area to rest.
Due to Sanguinius' noble status, the captain of the Expedition built a living area specifically for the Primarch.
Sanguinius always hated such privileges, and he insisted on only a garden and a study and lounge.
The bloodstained armor was taken off and handed over to special maintenance slaves.
Sanguinius returned to the rest area wearing only a loose white robe to cover his strong, sculpted muscles and perfect body contours.
He always likes to stay in the study and enrich himself as much as possible within the limited time.
As a Primarch, his study is huge.
It has a better collection than most libraries.
Some are human, and some belong to other races.
Under the high dome of the study, bookshelves extend along the walls from the ground to a height of seventy meters.
Servo skulls hover within, maintaining the books and delivering them to Sanguinius as he commands, or returning the books he has read to their original locations.
At a table surrounded by a tall wall of bookshelves, Sanguinius spent the little free time he had.
Next to him lay an exquisitely crafted harp and an exquisite, unfinished carpet.
The material of the blanket is very exquisite, and it is engraved with loyal primarchs and emperors.
They gathered together, surrounding their father and most outstanding brother.
If any mortal were here, they would certainly be surprised.
How could a Primarch who was born for war have these around him!
Few people know that Sanguinius, who was good at warfare, was also highly accomplished in the arts.
He could play most of the Empire's music, and like the most skilled female craftsmen in the Empire, he could create tattoos that would be passed down through the ages.
That blanket was his masterpiece.
He took time out of his busy schedule to embroider it.
Ready to give it to his brothers at the right time.
He would not show favoritism, and every brother would receive a blanket embroidered by him personally.
The entire process will never be done by others.
At this moment, Sanguinius was reading a work written by a thinker, "Dreams of the Empire."
There is no lack of extremism in the language, and the author does not conceal his reverence for the Primarch and his worship of the Holy Emperor.
Sanguinius felt a hint of impatience with the book's lame opinions and fanaticism.
But he still kept his patience and read on slowly.
Human beings have their own flaws as well as their own virtues.
The Primarchs' task is to deeply understand their thoughts and provide appropriate guidance to ensure that they do not go in the wrong direction.
Reading books is the best way to understand those mortals. The mouth may lie, but the words cannot.
The data crystals placed on the table flickered, releasing holographic projections.
There were briefings on the battle situation by military commanders, and some speakers encouraging the wounded.
Sanguinius possesses extraordinary wisdom. He is able to receive this information at the same time and make his own judgments.
After reading the book in his hand, Sanguinius stood up and stretched his body.
He opened the information crystal column on the desktop and activated the main military interface.
He took the shortest possible time to go through the messages sent to him by the officials and commanders.
After confirming that there was nothing important, Sanguinius decided to take a rest.
Walking out of the study, there is an observation deck where you can gaze into the void.
The remnants of the battlefield still remain there.
Those strange cracks were filled with a terrifying aura, with twisted tentacles and hateful eyeballs floating in the ocean of ether.
The people of the Empire have all been taught about the Warp, which tells them that those taboos cannot be touched.
That knowledge was taboo in the past because of the special nature of subspace creatures. The more you believe they exist, the stronger they will become.
Ignoring them is the best option.
The Inquisition has done everything in its power over the past 10,000 years to prevent that knowledge from being acquired by ordinary people.
Many innocent people paid the price of their lives because they accidentally learned the truth.
Such behavior is extremely barbaric and violent.
But the Inquisition had no choice. Just knowing those horrible truths was enough to poison people's souls.
All this was not lifted until the Holy Emperor built a firewall.
Relying on their faith in the Holy Emperor and their loyalty to the Empire, people were able to enjoy the protection of the firewall, and much of the knowledge of the Warp was unlocked, allowing ordinary people to understand what a terrible world they lived in.
The huge mechanical ark docked at a carefully calculated position.
Countless rescue ships came and went, sailing out from the Ark's port.
Use their robotic arms to recover the wreckage and bodies, rescuing those who have not yet been killed by the Void and the leaking Aether.
Swarms of unmanned maintenance machines work like insects under the control of the Divine Brain Thinkers.
A giant Imperial double-headed eagle building is being built under the guidance of the Mechanical Sage.
It is a device specifically used to repair rifts in space and time.
Several giant, completely black warships cruised back and forth, intimidating the creatures in the warp and alerting them to possible corruption.
Those black ships were operated by the Soulless Ones and were equipped with an astonishing number of soul-destroying weapons.
The Sisters of Silence form small teams to hunt down demons that dare to enter the real universe and let them experience what absolute death is.
Sanguinius gazed upon the scenes, peering fearlessly into the terrible rifts.
Those horrible things made a piercing sound.
Trying to seduce and corrupt Sanguinius' mind.
Sanguinius didn't care. He had fought in the Warp for so long that he already knew the true nature of those unspeakable things.
What he saw in those unspeakable things was tragedy.
A tragedy that has lasted for who knows how many billions of years.
Everything humans do is insignificant.
Compared to the duration of this war, it is not even a heartbeat.
His face showed a hint of melancholy and sorrow.
At this moment, he did not look like the terrible god of war on the battlefield, but more like an old man with compassion for the world.
“How much more do we have to give to get what we want,” Sanguinius thought. “We suffer for things that have long been abandoned.”
A mechanical voice interrupted Sanguinius's meditation.
Two chapter masters, Titus and Cleito, requested to see him.
Sanguinius had no reason to refuse to meet the two men.
Under his order, the Glory Guards brought two people in from outside.
They gave the Aquila salute to Sanguinius but did not kneel.
This courtesy is out of respect for Sanguinius.
The positions between them are not much different.
Chapters founded by Primaris pledge allegiance to the Holy Emperor and then to the Chapter Master.
Sanguinius is the commander-in-chief of this expedition, but he is not the only one.
It's just that he has more say and has some prestige.
He understood Guilliman's concerns.
If the Horus Heresy happens again, it won't just be the galaxy that burns.
There is really no hope for the future of mankind.
Titus and Cleitos were wearing armor and smelled faintly of blood.
Like their descendants ten thousand years ago, they long for glory and victory.
Consider wearing armor as an honor and a symbol.
Sanguinius did not comment much on this. He just smiled, greeted the two commanders, and motioned for them to sit at the table in his study.
"We have gained control of 1,365 parallel universes." Titus considered his words, "The problem is that they only add up to an area slightly larger than a galaxy."
"Those enemies exist to guard the output of these parallel universes. They have to provide enough harvests for their masters. In other words, we are not facing the opponent's regular army, but just a group of farmers who have the ability to protect themselves."
"This metaphor is very appropriate." Sanguinius nodded. Their victory was not so glorious or worth showing off.
"Our expedition has been too slow, Lord Sanguinius," Titus pointed out bluntly. "We cannot rest on our laurels."
Such words made Sanguinius sigh a little.
Even when the Emperor brought 19 Primarchs with him, he was still unable to obtain a complete galaxy.
But now two chapter commanders told him that a galaxy was just a tiny place.
What an exaggerated description.
If Zefeng, Amit, and Radlon could live to this day, they would definitely be frightened by the tone of these younger generations.
Thinking of his former offspring, Sanguinius' melancholy became even more severe.
When he woke up, he made a point to find out what happened to his descendants.
Zefeng was eventually troubled by the Black Rage and entered the Death Company.
Amit became the first Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers.
After his own death, Radolon became Chapter Master of the Blood Angels.
Suppressing the grief in his heart, Sanguinius listened to the words of Titus and Cleito.
They came looking for Sanguinius in order to break up the Primaris into small groups and attack the Watchers' nests, doing their best to paralyze and kill them.
Sanguinius fell silent.
But he finally allowed the two to carry out such a risky plan.
It is indeed a waste to let the Primaris warriors deal with those ignorant natives.
The expeditionary force's current approach is still to proceed step by step, striving to allow the empire to take root and gain a foothold in Universe 02.
In order to prevent the enemy from making a comeback and shaking the rule of the empire.
The Empire has carried out imperial transformation on each parallel universe.
Such an approach would naturally minimize rebellion.
However, it also slowed down the empire's expeditionary pace.
Their main enemies are minions of the Most High, not some dumbed-down superheroes, and they shouldn't waste too much time on those fools.
The Empire can break the Supreme God's control over Universe 02 by hunting down the Watchers.
Such beings are overly dependent on feeding on biological emotions.
Just as Khorne needs war, Slaanesh needs pleasure.
Destroying the monitor's fortress is almost like cutting off the enemy's food supply.
When there are fewer lives they can harvest, they will inevitably increase the harvest in the areas they control.
They will no longer even use such gentle means to keep the fish in captivity, but will do what the Four Gods did, fishing out all the fish.
Such behavior will inevitably cause resistance from those so-called heroes, and then, perhaps it will have a miraculous effect.
"Then do as you have planned." Sanguinius said to Titus and Cleto, "Your plan is excellent. I will stay here and take charge. I will prevent the enemy from counterattacking and provide you with some necessary logistics."
The guerrilla plan of Cleitos and Titus must be based on having a base.
Without logistical support, it would be easy to fall into a shortage of supplies, and we might even be besieged by the enemy and lose the entrance to this universe.
The Primarch and the two chapter masters carefully discussed some problems and solutions of the guerrilla plan.
Sanguinius stayed in the territory already controlled by the Empire, while Titus and others split up into small groups and went into the enemy's rear to cause sabotage.
For example, destroying the wall of origin that separates different parallel universes, sending imperial travelers to different parallel universes, letting them develop religions, inciting local creatures to rise up in resistance, or directly defect to the empire.
If conditions permit, let them build shielding towers to ensure that the Supreme God can no longer get a grain of food from his farmland.
After confirming the relevant plan details, the two chapter masters went to prepare.
This is the result of a preliminary discussion and cannot be implemented immediately.
Proposed by Titus and Cleito, and perfected by Sanguinius.
If it is to be implemented, an expedition meeting will have to be held.
Because of Sanguinius's unique identity, convincing him actually convinced others.
As long as Sanguinius supports it, it will pass unless the Holy Emperor or other Primarchs suddenly come out to oppose it.
Now that the Holy Emperor is in his native universe, the other Primarchs are busy with their own things!
This proposal is bound to pass.
Sanguinius had just finished meeting with the two chapter masters and was about to do something when he received a new report that several captains wanted to see him.
He felt a little helpless.
But considering Guilliman, as the emperor of the empire, he is probably much busier than him.
Even a moment of peace is a luxury.
“Send them over here,” Sanguinius said. “If they have any suggestions, send them over here with their datapads.”
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Parallel universe No. 03512.
This is a special parallel universe.
The history of this universe is somewhat different from what Bruce Wayne knows when he escaped here.
This world has Batman, the Justice League, and Superman.
The only difference is that the Batman in this world did not inherit the so-called Wayne Group.
There are no multinational corporations in this world anymore.
In their place are families with strong political influence.
It is the Bruce family that controls Gotham City.
Batman, the head of the Bruce family, controls everything in Gotham.
He is the uncrowned king of this city.
The Joker is there too.
The same characters that have appeared in other parallel universes can be found here.
It just looks a little different.
Bruce Wayne easily sneaked into this world and into Gotham with his own abilities.
He traveled through multiple parallel universes and had collected many powerful artifacts.
Every time he arrives in a parallel universe, he will complete the task given to him by Barbatos to lift the seal that imprisoned the devil.