The turbulent warp space echoes with the insatiable desires and complex and ever-changing emotions of all living beings.
The hungry and lifeless ones clung to the cliffs that were materialized from the fantasy of real life, staring eagerly at the fleet sailing past them.
The human flesh and soul made them scream hungry and shrill.
Their voices mingled with the aether storms that echoed through the Warp.
With the emergence of the Great Rift, humanity has become increasingly dependent on the existence of the Geller Field.
Without this mysterious technology, humans would never be able to safely cross the subspace.
Those hungry Unliving Ones will devour any unprotected human vessels, dragging them into the most horrible and deepest depths of the Warp.
No one knows what terrible fate befell those ships lost in the depths of the Warp.
When those ships reappeared in the real universe, they were often unrecognizable, and even the passengers on them had already been extremely distorted and turned into indescribable monsters.
Deep inside Macragge's Glory, Cherubel screamed in excitement as he felt the breath of the Warp.
As long as it can enter the subspace, it will be free.
He already had a comprehensive understanding of Vincent Horn's abilities and the demonic forbidden code that bound him.
Once he enters the subspace, he will run far away to ensure that the opponent's magic can no longer restrain him.
It’s a pity that the subspace is so close to him, separated only by a Geller force field.
But for him, it was an insurmountable chasm.
The body of the demon host engraved with runes, the object of the priests' prayers - the Emperor's Shrine, and the will left by Guilliman are all binding him. Vincent Horn is facing the demon prince directly, always alert to his escape.
"Let me go, Vincent Horn, and you will get what you've always dreamed of. Aren't you eager to revive your friends? Bekun, Midia, Emos... As long as you help me untie the bonds, I will help you revive them."
"Master, I'm Bei Kun, have you forgotten? I'm your favorite disciple."
"Why don't you save us, Vincent Horn."
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Cherubel tempted Vincenhorn and even imitated those who had passed away, trying to shake Vincenhorn's indomitable will.
He hoped that Vincenhorn would immerse himself in the sorrow of those who had passed away, so that a small crack would appear in his heart.
Gaps represent weakness and corruption.
Sad people are always the easiest to be taken advantage of.
Demons are always like this. As long as they find a slight weakness, they will expand infinitely until their target is completely corrupted and falls into an irreversible abyss.
"You are always so stupid, Cherubel. The names you read only let me know how despicable you beasts in the warp are. Your promises will always be fulfilled in a distorted way. The only thing you can give to mankind is to get used to pain. I will never forget my duty, Cherubel. Don't try to find a crack in my heart. You are doomed to get nothing." Vincent Horn said.
"You will, Vincent Horn. No one can resist temptation all the time. Leaving you here to guard me is the biggest mistake of the Cursed Ones. I know your weaknesses. You will slowly break down. And I will escape and regain my freedom."
"Wait another ten thousand years, idiot." Wensenhorn said, "After ten thousand years, people will have forgotten you, the poor demon prince, and maybe no one will care about you anymore."
"Hehe, right? I don't need ten thousand years. Soon, I will be free."
Vincent Horn did not say anything else. He fell into silence, performing his guarding duties like a statue.
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The top deck of Macragge's Glory.
Guilliman's office is here.
As the Emperor's own son and the only remaining Primarch of the Imperium, Guilliman has a very heavy job.
Before the war breaks out, he must deal with the relevant government affairs as soon as possible, and then let the astropath pass it back to the new parliament members on Macragge to carry out his orders.
The Primarch's appeal was very strong. More and more chapters gathered in Macragge, including the Howling Griffins, Storm Falcons, Exemplary Warriors, etc. Chapters came from all directions and joined the Indomitable Crusade called by the Primarch.
They brought more fleets and warriors.
At this time, these warriors are undergoing an upgrade project led by the Mechanical Sage.
In a little while, the Primaris Space Marines with four more organs will be put into use.
They will be more powerful than the Primaris Space Marines in the original storyline. They have the Heart of Guilliman built with dark matter bio-engine integrated technology, and three new organs developed by the Mechanical Sage Cawl over thousands of years.
They will be invincible, crushing all enemies who try to overthrow the empire and sweeping away all enemies of humanity.
New battleships are also being forged, and more industrial worlds are being requisitioned by the Mechanical Sage Cawl, who is working hard to build new battleships.
In order to improve efficiency, Cawl, with Guilliman's endorsement, used a completely new method, modular assembly, which greatly reduced the cost and time of building warships.
When building warships, the Empire often relies on STC, the standard template construction technology module, which originated from the black technology of the Golden Age.
However, Kaul completely abandoned the use of STC and used data drawings to have different forging worlds produce different parts, which were then assembled together.
This method greatly reduces the time it takes to build a warship.
Of course, the performance of warships built using this method will be slightly worse, but the construction speed has increased tenfold or even twentyfold, and the cost has dropped sharply.
The huge number is enough to make up for the insignificant gap.
The actions of Cawl and Guilliman caused dissatisfaction among other members of the Mechanicus. They strongly demanded that Guilliman abandon this blasphemous practice of the God of All Machines and demanded that he severely punish Cawl.
Guilliman appeased these mechanical sages and said that he would find an opportunity to deal with this matter. At the same time, he once again upgraded Cawl's authority, allowing him to mobilize more resources to speed up the casting and installation of warships.
In addition to the improvement in military strength, Guilliman's awakening and various orders also caused a series of disturbances.
Those worlds not ruled by the family responded to Guilliman's reforms by building more academies in preparation for training the technicians the Primarch would need.
A large number of young people of appropriate age were screened and sent to various academies, ready to become gears in Guilliman's expedition machine.
With the support of the Primarch, the William and Nancy Chambers, the merchant groups that had sworn allegiance to Macragge, quickly attracted merchants who were willing to support the Primarch.
They gradually squeezed out those merchants who were unwilling to reform, compressed their living space, and even specifically suppressed those family trades, causing them to lose a large amount of trade volume and thus decline rapidly.
This is also a war, without any smoke of gunpowder, but equally cruel.
Guilliman has received reports of numerous assassination attempts.
Some of his loyal merchants were assassinated as a challenge to him.
Those families and merchants whose weak spots were trampled on went into a frenzy mode, and they were no longer hesitant to resort to despicable means to defend their own interests.
Guilliman reviewed the information, extracting the important bits and pieces, building a mental map of the current situation in his mind.
He knew well that these stubborn conservatives wanted to know his attitude.
I want to know how far the Primarch will go for reform.
Guilliman would make their position known, right here in the Natal System.
He would have astropaths convey what was happening in this galaxy to the entire empire, including Terra.
He will tell those who stand in the way of his reforms what will happen.
Submit to reform and they will survive.
If you don't obey the reform, you will die.
There is no third way.
Footsteps sounded outside the reception room, followed by a series of elegant knocks on the door, each one rhythmic.
"Come in," said Guilliman.
The door opened, and a woman in a simple emerald green dress walked in, holding a datapad and a memory pen, with a buzzing, floating servo skull following behind her.
"Sir." The woman bowed. "The Sulimanian family extends its most sincere greetings to you."
"Don't be so polite, Yashili. I need your help."
“It’s my honor and it’s an honor for the Sulimanian family.”