The galaxy is burning.
The father and son drew their swords and faced each other.
Brothers killed each other.
The great dream was shattered.
Every soldier who realized this was heartbroken.
The Astartes who joined the Great Crusade all dreamed of following the Emperor and building a great nation.
Dream of building a galactic empire belonging to mankind.
This dream was destroyed due to the inferior nature of human beings.
Horus turned his back on humanity and threw himself into the arms of the evil god.
Arrogantly want to declare war on his father.
Trying to drag humanity into a dark abyss where there is no light.
The Yin Stefan galaxy bears too much sorrow and grief of the Salamander Legion.
Lost too many brothers.
So much so that the entire beach was filled with piles of corpses.
But the son of Prometheus of Nocturne will never compromise.
For their souls were made of the fire of Nocturne, and forged upon the blacksmith's anvil.
No force can completely destroy it.
They will be reassembled in the fire and return again.
With the fire of revenge, vent your anger towards those powerful enemies.
When Tulsa woke up.
He saw scorching flames burning the sky and the earth.
It's red everywhere.
Even the space seemed to be burning red like a block of iron.
Everywhere I looked there was fire.
The gods' hideous laughter echoed in his ears, mocking the weakness and humility of mortals.
Countless screams came from the sea of fire.
The remains of his companions burned in the sea of fire.
He was on an isolated island in a sea of fire.
The rolling heat waves distorted the vision, and the smoke and dust caused by the sea of fire were visible to the naked eye, floating in the air.
On the black rocks lay weapons and a huge jar with a double-headed eagle carved on it.
Scattered memories emerge.
He remembered that he should have died when the Sons of Horus attacked the Moon.
Why is he still here
Is the war lost
Has humanity become the slaves and playthings of the gods
Is this the sea of fire where he is destined to suffer for eternity
"No!" Tulsa grabbed his weapon and roared to the sky, "Don't even think that a son of Prometheus will surrender to you, dark gods. Even if this is hell, I will walk out of it."
His voice echoed in the sea of fire.
The gods' laughter remains the same as always.
There was a breeze in the rolling heat wave, which was so inconsistent with this terrible hell of fire.
There came a call on the wind.
A majestic voice told him to walk through the terrible sea of fire and bring back the jar with the golden double-headed eagle emblem.
Tulsa looked at the jar. It was shiny and cylindrical in shape. In addition to the golden double-headed eagle, there was also the emblem of the Lunar Gene Cult.
"The original mother?" Tulsa subconsciously recognized the identity of the jar.
It was the original mother copy that he, the Night Sentinel - Sharokin, the Father of Iron - Wayland, the Iron Warrior - Brantan and others had seized.
The original mother is very mysterious and powerful.
Its origins can be traced back to the Dark Ages of Technology.
The Emperor created twenty Primarchs from the Primarch and some knowledge from the Void Dragons and the Warp.
Twenty legions of Space Marines were created based on the twenty Primarchs.
During the Horus Heresy, the Sons of Horus invaded Moon and defeated the Lunar Gene-Church.
At that time, a genetic witch took away the original mother copy from the Treasure House of Eternal History at the request of the Mistress of the Gene Cult, and sent a distress signal to the void.
The cruiser USS Sisyphum, where Tulsa was stationed, received the distress signal.
The solar system was in extremely bad shape at that time.
Horus used some unknown evil means to tear a terrible rift near Terra.
The unimaginable fleet passed through the void defenses of the solar system and appeared near Terra's orbit.
All kinds of news made everyone on the Sisyphum panic.
The rebels arrived on Terra with overwhelming force, leaving nothing to chance.
Everyone was caught off guard by this.
The void is burning and planets are shattered.
Endless terror, death and atrocities shroud the place where mankind originated.
The gods' hideous laughter resounded throughout the galaxy, cheering for the drama they had directed.
The Sisyphum was badly damaged, and its hull was nearly torn apart after it broke away from the battlefield of the Jupiter defense line.
Even the best Mechanicus sages could not repair it.
Sharokin and others finally chose to respond to the genetic witch's distress signal.
They traveled to the Moon and took the Primordial from the Sons of Horus.
Tulsa did not see the final outcome of this operation.
His last memory was of endless pain.
The pain of having one's flesh burned by flames.
The flame mixed with huge materials is hot enough to melt everything.
In order to take the original mother away, he chose to wade through the sea of fire.
The raging flames fused his armor and flesh into one, even burning his flesh, leaving only his white bones visible.
The pain of being burned by the flames brought a trace of fear to Tulsa's heart.
He would die, just like the bodies that burned in the flames.
But the next second, his sense of mission and pride made him take the first step.
It is the duty of every Salamander to bear the burden that others cannot bear.
Stand where others have fallen, and when they have retreated, continue to move forward toward the flames.
He picked up his weapon, shouldered the can, and walked toward the sea of fire.
The sky burned and the earth melted.
Atomic flames seared his armor and flesh.
Radioactive fire burned through his helmet and licked his face.
The burning pain came from the bones, like torture.
His skin was scorched by the heat and peeled off from the weakest part of his skull.
With every step he took, pain shot through his bones and into his spine.
Unimaginable pain filled his mind like glass, and his body felt like it was on fire.
Tulsa, however, was very determined.
Step after step.
Allowing his body to be engulfed by flames.
The dark skin fell off, and blood and flesh splattered in the hellstorm around him like cinders flying out of a furnace.
The gods' hideous laughter echoed in his ears.
They promised Tulsa eternal happiness.
As long as he was willing to give up and lie down, he would no longer feel pain.
And just giving up is such a simple and happy thing.
Tulsa, however, remained unmoved.
The sons of Prometheus were born from fire, and pain was the hammer that beat them.
They will not give in to pain, but will conquer it tenaciously.
Tulsa showed no fear.
The raging flames knocked him down time and time again, but he stood up again and again amid the roar.
The shiny jar became heavier and heavier, making his steps more and more unsteady. Every step forward was so difficult and painful.
The raging and burning flames gave him the illusion of returning to Nocturne.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Tulsa still did not surrender to the pain.
As always, he crossed the sea of fire.
The gods' hideous laughter turned into angry roars.
The deafening sound caused a huge wave in the entire subspace.
They have already inflicted so much despair and suffering on this damned unfortunate fellow.
Why does he still persist
Why can he continue to move forward like this
Tulsa took a step forward, and a cool breeze blew towards him, causing his charred flesh to crack like a dried shell.
He saw endless grasslands and mountains that stretched to the end of the sky.
After looking around, I found myself standing on a high mountain.
The forest, as green as gems, is endless and is blown by the wind, rising and falling like waves.
Flocks of birds fly across the sky, enjoying the freedom and fresh air.
Turning around, the sea of fire and hell that had been raging just now had disappeared.
There are only endless green grasslands and forests.
"Congratulations, Tulsa." A voice came, "Your courage and perseverance are touching. Those terrible flames will burn weak-minded creatures to ashes, but you are so strong. You have won the victory of this trial. The anger of the gods comes from their incompetence. They should never underestimate the courage and faith of mankind."
Tulsa looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man in a robe holding a scepter with a double-headed eagle on top.
He stood there, his robe hiding his face.
This is a creature that lives in conspiracy and intrigue.
By Space Marine standards, the old man was too thin.
Ju was hunched over, as if just standing there had used up all his strength.
"Who are you?" Tulsa did not take the opponent's thinness lightly.
Bugs can also knock down tigers.
Pride is the companion of death.
Tulsa's lips moved slightly.
"Don't you recognize me?" The old man raised his head and looked at the son of Prometheus.
Seeing the other person's face, Tulsa subconsciously took two steps back.
He opened his mouth.
Then his face turned sad.
"Are you dead too? Regent. It looks like we have failed!
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Tarsa had the good fortune to have visited Terra with his Primarch, Vulkan.
At that time, Horus had not yet become Warmaster.
The War Council still holds all power in the new empire.
As regent, Malcador was responsible for raising resources for the expedition and establishing all the rules and regulations of the new empire.
When Vulkan arrived on Terra, he was received by Malcador as the Primarch.
Tulsa also got to meet the Empire's second in command.
An extremely important staff member and helper to the Emperor.
The Emperor, Prime Minister Malcador, and Grand Marshal of the Guards Valdor are collectively known as the Three Giants of the Empire.
Their power was the highest in the empire.
Even the Primarchs were, in a sense, inferior to them.
Only because the Primarch controls the army does the world think that the Primarch is the most powerful being under the Emperor.
Tulsa knew he was dead.
Even if he was born on Nocturne, there was no way he could survive that fire.
The second-in-command of the empire, Malcador, appears here.
Tulsa could not find any excuse other than that the battle for Terra was lost.
The sanctuary was breached and the empire was over.
The only thing they can do is revenge.
Malcador smiled slightly and shook his head.
"We have neither lost nor won. The Emperor has not accomplished what he envisioned, and the Four Gods have not achieved what they desired. They are at an impasse."
"Then why are you here, sir?" Tulsa asked.
"I am dead." Malcador revealed a trace of fatigue when he said this. "The Battle of Terra shed the last drop of blood, and I died in that battle. It took my master ten thousand years to collect most of the fragments of my soul from the warp. In order to buy enough time and to prevent the coming of the Dark Lord, she gathered all her strength to crash into the Four Gods, ensuring that they would be unable to interfere with the Empire in a short period of time. Before leaving, she handed us all over to Thirteen."
"My duty now is to help those lost souls return. The war is not over yet and we still have unfulfilled responsibilities."
"Number Thirteen? Primarch of the Ultramarines Legion? Roboute Guilliman?" Talsa knew every chapter like the back of his hand, and was naturally familiar with each Primarch.
“You can no longer refer to Thirteen as that,” Malcador said. “Thirteen is the new Lord of Mankind, the new ruler of the Imperium, and the one you will serve.”
"What on earth happened!
“Tulsa had a blank look on his face, with endless bewilderment and confusion in his eyes.
"When you return to the real universe, you will understand all," Malcador said. "Hurry back. The Great War is about to begin, and the lost heroes will return. The embers will rise and burn brightly again. The Horus Heresy will be but a minor episode in the coming conflict."
"How can I get back to the real universe?" Tulsa asked.
"Why not take a look at the things you were determined to bring out of the sea of fire?" said Malcador with a smile.
"That's just the original parent, it's..."
Tulsa didn't finish her words.
He was surprised to find that what he had just carried was not the original copy, but a huge key with a double-headed eagle emblem.
The key turned into a point of light and floated in the air.
He looked in the direction of the light and found that the beautiful scenery behind him just now had turned into a vast biological laboratory.
The walls of the laboratory are made of riveted silver-white metal with very advanced technology. There is no trace of welding, as if it were a whole piece formed naturally.
Bright lights shone down from the ceiling.
A huge culture chamber appeared in front of him.
The naked self is soaking in the nutrient solution.
"A perfect body, waiting only for a soul to enter it, so that it can be awakened." Malcador said: "Go and complete your unfinished mission, son of Prometheus."
"What about you, sir?" Tulsa asked.
"The time has not come yet." After saying this, Makado disappeared.
Tulsa blinked and found herself soaked in nutrient solution.
We are not in a beautiful paradise, but in a biological laboratory.
There are a large number of biological capsules standing in the biological laboratory, with naked soldiers floating in them, eyes closed, waiting for their souls.
The target has awakened and the ecological characteristics are stable.
The nutrient solution was slowly pumped out, and with the humming sound of machinery, the wall of the nutrient compartment slowly shrank underground.
Tulsa, whose body was limp, was stabilized by several industrial machine slaves, and after being cleaned, she was placed on a soft, white mobile bed.
A priest wearing a red robe walked up to Tulsa.
Four or five servo skulls connected to the spinal column were floating in the air.
"Do you know what your name is?" A mechanical, emotionless voice came from a servo skull.
"Tulsa, Pharmacist of the 24th Company of the Salamanders."
"Very well, take him to the recovery room," the priest said. "Praise the Holy Emperor for returning a lost soul."
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The Emperor is a wonderland of human science.
All kinds of incredible technologies can be found here.
Vulkan, who had been forging weapons, took advantage of the convenience of the Webway and rushed to the solar system from his own forge world.
Guilliman sent a messenger to give him the order.
From the messenger, Vulkan learned that Guilliman had also summoned Russ and Corax.
Russ has gone to Universe 03 to carry out the mission of killing gods.
Corax remained with Guilliman, seemingly planning something.
He is involved, or his help is needed.
Walk out of the Webway port located inside the Emperor's Majesty.
He had come to the Emperor Supremacy when Guilliman ascended the throne, just as the Imperium was recovering.
The Emperor Supreme was not as exaggerated as it is today, with all kinds of incredible and magical technologies.
Space folding, dimensional pockets and more.
The Emperor Supreme is said to be a celestial-class battleship, but its actual space is definitely more than the size of a planet.
Many buildings and facilities only have one entrance on the Emperor Supreme.
The gate looks small, but when you walk in, you find an entire city.
The Empire's application of space dimension technology has been popularized to the civilian stage.
Vulkan has been busy forging weapons, combining the technology of the Empire with the knowledge of the Warp to forge one artifact after another.
He has recently set his sights on a nice neutron star and is trying to figure out whether he can compress it and turn it into a weapon.
It really is a magical weapon that will kill you if you hit it, and hurt you if you touch it.
He paid no attention to how prosperous the empire was today.
Millions of wide corridors can accommodate huge trains and various vehicles.
They are like veins, connecting the entire Emperor Supreme.
The two sides of the corridor are connected to different pocket dimensional spaces or folded spaces.
In those folded spaces, there are commercial trade, special food, various factories, etc.
In some pocket-dimensional spaces specially used for trading, there are a wide variety of goods.
Goods from all over the universe, even from other universes, can be found in the dimensional spaces of those commercial transactions.
In some places, people are even buying and selling creatures from other universes that can be kept in captivity and used as pets.
A group of merchants who followed the expeditionary force to Universe 0 obtained a batch of strange species such as flying dragons and phoenixes from other worlds.
After bringing it back, he made a lot of money and even started a craze about the other world.
Many adventurers, like cowboys, try every possible means to go to another world and see if they can rise up there.
Even Vulcan could never have imagined such prosperity.
During the Great Crusade, who would have believed that there would be such a prosperous era
Even the evil god who claims to be able to see the future could not have guessed that humankind’s achievements would be so horrific.
Vulkan concealed his shock in front of the messengers and followed them out of the complex corridor to meet his brother.
When Vulkan met Guilliman, he was in the study with Corax, discussing something in front of several cosmic projections.
My fingers slid across those cosmic projections, as if a creator god who was unimaginable to mortals was playing with the universe. +
"Your Majesty," Vulkan said respectfully.
Guilliman nodded.
"There you are. My brother."