Marble covers every surface of the circular holographic projection table.
In order to make the holographic projection clearer and more intuitively display the data information of the medieval world.
The light in the strategy room was very dim, barely enough for the operators to find their positions.
Hero sculptures are placed throughout the strategy room.
The statues often hold a sword in one hand and a brazier in the other.
Fire crackled in it, providing dim light.
The face of the statue appeared uncertain, sometimes bright and sometimes dark in the flickering firelight.
Many officers from Natal stood around the holographic stage.
The faint light reflected on the resolute faces of these young recruits.
The Natal emblem on the shoulder shone brightly under the light.
Numerous honorary flags were hung on the walls.
Each side depicts the heroic Natalis defeating the enemies of the Empire and advancing the cause of the Holy Emperor.
"This is what happens when you dare to defy the Empire. Show no mercy."
This is the first lesson given by Senior Marshal Reese to these new recruits.
He was standing next to the holo-table, his hands resting on the brass armrests.
The light of the holographic projection shone on his face, which looked to be just entering middle age.
There are several scars on it, and the left half of the brain has been replaced by metal, which is smooth and shiny.
A prosthetic eye emitting red light was embedded in Reese's eye socket.
According to him, it was lost when they were suppressing a group of traitors.
The troops he led suffered heavy casualties.
But the enemy also paid a heavy price, and they wiped them all out.
A recorder stood next to Marshal Reese, holding a mind memory pen in his hand, and was quickly recording Reese's every word and action.
The history of the empire is forged by countless mortals, and every world has its own heroes.
Reese's words, deeds and achievements will be recorded and stored in the giant database on Terra and the Heroes' Monument in Natal.
The narrator also looked very mature and well-versed in his job.
Leaving lines of flying words on the data board.
Seeing the eager looks of the recruits, Reese cleared his throat and continued speaking.
"This is our duty, fellow citizens. The cause of the Holy Emperor is the most important. It is above our morality, our kindness, and everything we are. For the cause of the Holy Emperor, no loss is too great to bear, and nothing is too great to lose."
"If killing one person is the only way to advance the great cause of the Holy Emperor, then you must do it without hesitation. Even if the person to be killed is you, you must not think too much about it. Some of you may question our qualifications to deprive others of their lives, so you must remember that if that person lives, thousands of others will suffer."
"Philosophers always think about profound issues about human nature, freedom, and individuals. They believe that people are born free and this right cannot be deprived. When I took off this uniform, I agreed with their views. Everyone should be free and live for themselves. This is the ultimate goal that the Empire strives for and the ultimate goal that the Holy Emperor's great cause wants to achieve."
"But we have too many enemies. They are so powerful that it is unimaginable. Their tentacles span across several universes and they have countless minions. We have no choice. Either we defeat those enemies, or they destroy everything we have created. Don't dream of any compromise. Only when one side between us and Chaos falls completely can the war be considered over. If they can never be eliminated, then we must always be vigilant."
Reese could have put it more delicately.
But he chose to teach these Natal recruits with the voice of an imperial missionary.
Let them know that war is no joke, nor is it something merciful.
There is nothing but death and duty in war.
"When you become a commander, you can no longer consider casualties, but cost-effectiveness. This statement is very cruel. It's as if a person's life has become insignificant and has become currency in the market. But war is like this. You use cruelty to win, but that's not cruelty, because you let more people survive. Because of your kindness, you don't want to let a soldier die, which leads to the failure of the entire battle. Isn't this also called kindness? Because of the failure of the war, more people are forced to die, forced to bear heavier labor and more suffering."
"When I pressed the launch button, I knew my friendly forces were not far away. They would be affected and killed by me by mistake. But I would not hesitate, because this was the best time and the best distance. With a small sacrifice, I could ensure that those skeletons would not scatter and flee and be surrounded by us."
"The most important quality in war is not to feel guilty about any life that was killed by your decision. The only thing you should feel guilty about is that you lost, that you were unable to protect the people you were supposed to protect, that you made them suffer, that you made them suffer. That is what you should feel guilty about."
Reese's words will not appear in the classroom.
Because it's too cruel.
Even in strategy courses, teachers will try their best to use euphemisms to express the relationship between sacrifice and victory.
They wouldn't be as blunt as Reese said.
Soldiers' lives are currency.
When throwing it out, the only thing you need to consider is whether you can exchange it for enough chips.
Arthas listened to the other party's sermon and memorized it in his mind.
When the lecture was over, the officers dispersed to do their own things.
Arthas was left behind.
"What do you think, Major Arthas?" Marshal Reese smiled dotingly, looking at the son of a hero.
Hawke has been summoned by the Holy Emperor in Universe 02 and returned to the supreme heaven.
As their biological son, Arthas has been the focus of attention since he was young.
He was expected to bring greater glory to Natal.
Reese had served as a staff officer under Hawke for a period of time, and for this reason, he thought highly of Arthas.
I hope to make the other person reproduce his father's style.
"I have benefited a lot from this observation. There is a big gap between practice and theory." Arthas remained calm with a smile on his face.
Marshal Reese's eyes were filled with increasing admiration for this neither humble nor arrogant attitude.
"I have a mission for you." Marshal Rees whispered, "You saw those skeletons just now? According to intelligence, there is a small mastermind behind them. In the wastelands at both poles, the power of Chaos is also rampant. These are all unstable factors in the rule of the Empire. I want to appoint someone who is smart and strong enough to solve this matter. It would be a bit of an overreaction to mobilize the Primaris for such a matter."
"It's my honor," Arthas said.
"Then I'll leave this matter to you. Do a good job. That way, it will be a great addition to your resume." Marshal Reese patted Artas on the shoulder.
At this time, an adjutant came over.
"Sir, the military meeting is ready."
Reese nodded to show that he understood.
"I have to get busy. There are several more military meetings to be held regarding this expedition. We have a lot of battles to fight."
Arthas watched as Marshal Reese and his adjutant turned and walked out of the strategy room.
Only after the other person's figure completely disappeared did he shift his attention to the holographic projection.
The undead army shown by red dots has collapsed, suffered heavy casualties, and is fleeing into the distance.
Arthas tapped his fingers and enlarged the holographic projection, showing the enemy's base camp, the city of the undead called Nagashiza.
That is where the mastermind behind the Undead Legion is located.
The auspex indicated that the subspace readings there had exceeded the limit.
It is obvious that the other party is a being who is good at mobilizing subspace energy.
Arthas evaluated the intelligence at hand and prepared to formulate a perfect response strategy.
If the enemy can be captured alive, the completion index of this task will be higher and the evaluation will be better.
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Dawn breaks in brilliant light, the warmth of the sun driving away the darkness.
It cast golden light over the vast land.
If you stand at the highest point of the Palace of the Everqueen in Avalon in Ulthuan and look east, you can see the beautiful sunrise.
However, no one appreciates such beautiful scenery.
The Everqueen who had dwelt here is long gone, and her servants with her.
After the banquet, the Eldar had completed their mission.
They made another request to their fellow creatures in this universe.
That is to take them to the Island of the Dead.
The Island of the Dead is not an ordinary piece of land, but an island made up of rocks of various shapes and sizes.
Some of the pillars were submerged beneath the waves, forming the foundations for others to stand on.
There are also stone pillars towering into the sky, more majestic and taller than the most magnificent ID Lothern Tower or the Caledor Tower named after the first generation of dragon knights.
In the center of the island is the origin of the Winds of Magic, the last magic of the Caledor Dragon Tamers.
Big whirlpool.
The scale of the whirlpool is extremely large, connecting the sky and the earth. Anyone standing in front of the whirlpool will naturally feel insignificant.
It was with the help of the Great Vortex that the High Elves were able to repel the first Chaos invasion.
If demons want to be active in the world, they must rely on the omnipresent power of ether.
The great vortex absorbs all chaotic energy and transforms it into pure magical elements.
In order to create the great whirlpool, the first Phoenix King died, the dragon tamer Caledor was trapped, and a large number of Lizardman prophets shed their blood on the battlefield.
Thousands of years later, the Eldar set foot on this land.
They looked down upon their own weak and backward fellow tribesmen.
In Eldrar's eyes, these self-proclaimed noble high elves are even more despicable than the wild elves who have abandoned technology and live a primitive life.
They are so backward that they don't even know how to step out of their own world.
They lost their footing in the face of such a small-scale Chaos invasion.
"This is the place." Xilego stared at the magic vortex that penetrated the sky and stopped.
The realm of the gods is located in the warp.
To get in, you have to find the right path.
This is also why Guilliman would let the Sil'go and other Eldar do such things.
There is a deep bond between the elves and the eldar.
They are both creations of the ancient saints, and even their genetic sequences are similar.
There isn't even any reproductive isolation between the two.
It is much easier for them to enter the kingdom of gods than for humans.
With just a simple pull, you can enter that illusory kingdom.
If humans do such things, not only will they get half the result with twice the effort, they may also incur the instinctive disgust of the resurrected Eldar death gods.
"What are the envoys going to do?" asked the Phoenix King Finubar.
When the other party proposed to go to the Island of the Dead, he tried to ask, but the other party was evasive and did not tell him the real reason.
"For a greater purpose." Qianmian whispered, "We must awaken the God of Death, and the key to awakening the God of Death is to perfect the concept of death. God is the embodiment of concepts, and it is the thoughts of all living things that can create its form. To awaken the God of Death, either kill all the spirits, or be born from the death of the gods."
Finubar is not stupid, as he can become the Phoenix King.
From the other party's words, he guessed what the other party wanted to do!
These Eldar emissaries wanted to kill their god in order to awaken the so-called god of death.
“No! How could you do such a thing?” Finubar shouted. “You claim to be our kin, and yet you do such an unforgivable thing!”
The Phoenix King's anger caused Teclis and others to take up arms.
They glared at Xilego and his group.
"No one wants this to happen!" Xilego separated the crowd and walked in front of the Phoenix King Finubar. "But we have no choice. When you open your eyes and see the threats to this world, you will understand and comprehend what we are doing today."
Finubar was powerless to stop the sinister conspiracy of the Eldar.
Those ghostly Eldar warriors subdued all the High Elf guards who raised their weapons in an instant.
They broke the weapons in the hands of the soldiers, in this way warning all the high elves.
If he could break a sword, he could also chop off a head with ease.
It took the lives of all the high elves present.
Teclis felt more humiliated than ever before.
But the blade of the Elven warrior's sword was just a few centimeters away from his throat.
The other party only needs to exert a little force to separate his head and body.
“Have you considered the consequences of killing a god?” Finubar said. “You cannot bear the wrath of Asuryan.”
For the first time, Westlego took off his clown mask.
Beneath that tall body is not real flesh, but a group of ever-changing phantoms.
There are thousands of faces, some angry, some kind, and some smiling.
The list goes on.
What is seen depends on the observer.
Every High Elf sees things differently.
Every pair of eyes sees the most ridiculous and funny person in their mind.
"I know, because I am also a god." After saying this, Xilego turned around and ignored them.
He spread his arms and roared out the ancient runes.
Use your divine power to open the way to the Pantheon of the High Elves.
Every race, every faith has its own pantheon.
All those so-called gods are there.
Whether it is the god of death, the god of fate, or something like that, they are all available.
The beliefs of a race create their own gods, their own pantheon.
As long as you master the right method, you can open the way to the pantheon of that race.
If the faith continues, those so-called gods will be immortal.
As long as faith collapses or is tampered with, God will also meet his own end.
This is why the struggles between gods and demons of many races will ultimately fall on the lives of mortals.
Because the mortal world is where victory or defeat is decided.
No matter how awesome or how high-end a company is, its ultimate destination is the market.
If there is no market, it is useless no matter how high-sounding it is.
The same is true of the gods.
It doesn't matter if he is hyped up as the only true God of all universes and the omniscient and omnipotent Supreme God, because in the end, the fate will still fall on the shoulders of the creatures in the mortal world.
The gods are little more than human enterprises.
With users (believers), even loan sharks can be packaged as technology companies and listed on the Science and Technology Innovation Board, with a group of bootlickers calling themselves slaves.
Without users, even if the boss has a dozen high-sounding and impressive titles, it’s all useless.
Xilego is a god, a laughing god, whose daily duty is to mock fate and bring joy to others.
He is not good at fighting or magic.
Trickery and manipulating people's hearts are his specialties.
But he was born in the Eldar Empire, and once had countless Eldar who believed in and worshipped him.
Faith brings power and elevates the person of God.
In ancient times, there was a small country with a population of hundreds of thousands and an extremely powerful army.
The commander-in-chief is a rare famous general and a master of war. He is good at planning and winning every battle.
All of his generals were brave enough to fight against ten thousand men.
Such an army could never defeat a modern country with more than one billion people.
Size and technical limitations determine everything.
To put it in an indecent way, as long as Xilego is not a moron, he can kill the opponent with his divine power.
A listed company with a complete supply chain and a value of trillions of dollars lost to a small roadside supermarket run by a couple, and was even defeated by the other party, with all its assets swallowed up in one bite.
The top of the vortex became transparent, and the subspace appeared.
Violent thunder poured out from the other world, and the vast ocean of ether poured down amid Xilego's chanting.
Countless terrifying creatures revealed their weird and twisted outlines, and their hideous and huge bodies made people dare not look directly at them.
The tone of Xilegao's singing became higher and higher, as if it was about to reach a climax.
The temples of the gods appeared in countless grotesque and terrifying outlines.
It is magnificent, extremely beautiful, shrouded in endless rays of light, sacred and solemn, and extremely beautiful.
It's like a dream, not real.
The high elves watched as their gods emerged from the ethereal world.
Asuryan, the main god of the elves, appeared in the hall.
Extraordinarily handsome, with a unique kingly majesty.
He is intimidating without being angry and has a strong aura.
There was astonishment on his face.
He had no idea how he was pulled into the mortal world.
"Kill him."
In full view of everyone, Eldrar shouted to the incarnation of Death, Thousand Faces and other leaders of the Death Army.