Warhammer: The Worst Start There Is (40k)

Chapter 519: The fifth stage of Primaris upgrade (please subscribe)

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Sigismund and Lann were delighted by the appearance of Acamus.

Is there anything more exciting in this world than a reunion after ten thousand years!

The Imperial Fists Legion reunited on Terra.

This alone is enough to make them excited.

The Horus Heresy ended, and many warriors, including Akammus, died in battle.

The Imperial Fists suffered heavy losses; major companies were crippled and entire companies were wiped out.

Those who survived had no choice but to lick their wounds in silence and accumulate hatred.

That battle was so difficult.

The entire Terra was lost and the demons attacked the sanctuary.

Entire areas of the planet were destroyed, and countless people died.

The ashes of the battle on Terra would have buried the Primarch to his knees.

Everywhere I looked, I saw shattered bodies.

Imagine how sad that is.

How exciting it is for these returnees who once witnessed the death of their comrades and the shattered ideals of their past to be able to meet again today.

Lane's story could not be continued.

The three discussed what happened after the Horus Heresy.

Sigismund broke away from the Imperial Fists, founded the Black Templars, and launched the Eternal Crusade.

Lann became the leader of the Executioner Chapter, using madness to vent his anger against the enemies of humanity.

The Battle of Terra destroyed so many things, and changed many people, and they can never go back to the way they were before.

Then, the topic of the three people turned to the current empire.

There was no lack of surprise and shock in their words.

Cross-universe roads, alien universe expeditions, human fleets beyond the galaxy, and wars against the gods.

Each item evokes endless imagination.

Such news was too shocking to hear, and gave them the illusion that they were back in the Great Crusade.

Of course, the Empire is far greater today than it was during the Great Crusade.

After all, the Emperor did not lead them to conquer the galaxy, nor did he point his sword at other worlds.

Human beings reversed their previous passive situation and became the attacking party.

The notoriety of humanity spreads across the Warp and the Universe.

Humans have a worse reputation among demons than the gods who long to enslave them!

Human thought today is also completely different from what it was back then.

At that time, they faced the gods with fear and anxiety. Many people despaired of the future, and some historical chroniclers even committed suicide rather than face such a dark future.

Humans today, gods? Aliens? I fight against gods and aliens.

The first thing that comes out is the extermination order, which is about purification and purity.

The three of them chatted enthusiastically using the limited information they had.

We talked until the evening, imagining how far the empire had come.

They leaned on the guardrails, and when they got excited, they would stretch out their hands to gesture.

The sounds of birds singing, children playing, and men and women hanging out after dinner came from the botanical garden in the distance.

These sounds mixed together create a special sense of peace.

The three of them didn't feel any of the cruelty brought by the war.

This might be the world the Emperor once wanted to create. If it weren't for Horus' betrayal, perhaps they would have been able to enjoy such a scene ten thousand years ago.

As night fell, the air became cold and a little chilly.

The roar of machinery in the distance also subsided, providing a quiet environment for those who were about to fall asleep.

The conversation among the three people gradually died down.

They were mostly looking at the city shrouded in darkness.

The lights from the buildings and street lamps illuminate this magnificent city, so that it will not fall into complete darkness even at night.

Sigismund knew they did not belong here.

Their future is a battlefield full of flames, a place of roars and fights filled with endless anger.

The Holy Emperor summoned them back just to let them die again.

The three had no complaints about their fate.

Nothing in this universe is absolutely fair.

Someone always has to sacrifice in order to gain something.

They are proud of the mission they are about to fulfill.

Even if such a mission would cause them to die again, they would not have the slightest regret.

"I can't wait to pick up my weapon and return to the battlefield." Lan said, "If I'm late, I'm afraid all those traitors will be gone. Do you know that

Right there.”

Lann pointed to the Astronomican that was sinking into the Warp, "That light is fueled by traitors. Magnus, Lorgar, Abaddon and others who rebelled were captured there. They are suffering to pay for their past sins. Many traitors have been killed or captured, and soon they will be cleared out like garbage."

"If that's the case, we really should hurry up," said Akamus.

"Abaddon?" Sigismund frowned. He had chased this bastard all the way and even blocked the Gate of Cadia just to kill him with his own hands.

Unfortunately, even Space Marines will age with the passage of time.

Sigismund's health was already failing.

He was no match for Abaddon at all, and the result was predictable. Although he severely injured the opponent, he was still a little short of it and was killed by the opponent.

"What's wrong?" Lan looked at Sigismund and asked.

"I have some old scores to settle with this fellow," said Sigismund.

"There are too many people who want to settle old scores with him. The scheduled duel will be three months later." Lann shrugged: "Not only have we returned, many loyalists in the Great Crusade have returned. They are imitating Loken of the Moon Wolf and challenging the traitors to duels. These are about to become a daily routine on Terra."

"Speaking of Abaddon, that guy is in a miserable state now. He is pulled out every once in a while, beaten up like a clown, and then sent back. Some people have even begun planning to challenge the rebellious Primarchs while suppressing the Primarch."

Sigismund was somewhat surprised by Lann's words.

Terra actually has such a program.

"Can anyone challenge a traitor?" Sigismund asked.

"I heard that it requires certain merits or the return of a heroic warrior." Lan En touched his chin and said in a deep voice: "And the outcome is predetermined, because the warriors who challenge are all strengthened. People like us who have been strengthened to the fourth level as soon as we return can basically defeat those traitors easily."

"What about challenging the Primarch?"

Lan looked at Sigismund with some surprise.

"Do you want to do that? To be honest, I don't really recommend doing such a crazy thing. The power of the Primarchs is beyond imagination. Their essence is no different from that of gods, which means there is a gap in strength. Didn't you challenge Fulgrim at the Battle of Terra?"

Sigismund nodded.

He did fight Fulgrim at the Battle of Terra.

Although it scratched the opponent's armor and lips, it also left a scar on the opponent's face.

However, he was no match for his opponent.

After fighting for a while, he was picked up by Fulgrim with one hand and thrown out.

Sigismund stared down at his own thick hands.

This new body contains infinite power.

It was created by the Holy Emperor, gathering all the wisdom the empire could find.

Possessing the power to kill gods.

"Perhaps I should challenge Fulgrim," Sigismund whispered. "I would like to make him pay what he owes the Wall of Saturn."

"Are you crazy?" Lane said. "I'm afraid he'll beat the shit out of you."

"I am confident," Sigismund said, "I can feel the power of this body. If I can suppress the opponent's subspace essence a little bit, I am confident that I can win this battle."

"I think you're crazy, too." Akamus also interrupted.

"Mad or not, he should pay the price," Sigismund whispered. "It is the nature of the Innonians to pay their debts."

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In absolute secrecy, the Macragge's Glory followed the webway into the Emperor's Majesty.

It returned to Terra much earlier than the main force.

Calgar's injuries are getting worse and worse, and his soul is teetering on the brink of destruction.

With the help of the Magi, the expedition commander was placed in Guilliman's laboratory.

There is the most advanced technology, enough to reshape and transform everything in the world.

Even the God of Death didn't dare to say what he could take away from Guilliman's laboratory.

"He is seriously injured." Belisarius Kaul's eyes were fixed on Calga lying on the operating table.

"Yes." Guilliman stood in the center of the laboratory.

Countless machines roared.

The pistons go back and forth without stopping.

Liquid gurgled in the pipes.

The shiny machine produced pulses of energy as it operated.

Mechanical priests in red robes maintain the machines.

Binary's soft humming sounded in the air.

The organs pulsed within cylinders filled with nutrient gel.

The mechanical operation is beyond mortal understanding, each playing its own rhythm, and together they form a complex movement of truth.

There was a data screen connected to the operating table, which displayed Calgar's various physical parameters in common numbers and words.

According to insiders, in the final battle, a mottled ancient sword pierced Calgar's body.

The sword carried a vicious curse and evil power, making it impossible for the Holy Emperor's wise creation to heal the seemingly non-fatal wound.

After being released from stasis, Calgar is gradually weakening.

His physiological system and unyielding will are fighting against the damage caused by the ancient sword.

However, the power of the ancient sword was very strange. It repeatedly blocked the healing of flesh and blood, and it was deeply embedded in Calgar's soul, consuming his soul as nourishment.

Guilliman put on the sensor gloves and pressed Calgar's bulky, muscular body with different strengths.

Micro-sensors on the gloves emit detection particle waves and sound waves, probing the spine, muscles and tendon tissue.

Occasionally, pain would be used to stimulate the nervous system, causing Calgar to hum and twitch.

Kaul dragged his bloated mechanical body and looked around the operating table.

Finally, he set his sights on the wound on his chest.

"Is this the wound caused by the evil object created by the extraordinary civilization? It can cause damage to the Heart of the Empire and even destroy its recovery mechanism."

Guilliman nodded.

"Supernatural civilizations have their own unique features. Those creatures have studied the warp for a long time. They have used the warp to create all kinds of incredible items with special powers. The power of these items is no less than that of cutting-edge technology."

"According to our previous speculation, before the rise of science and technology, the extraordinary civilization based on the use of subspace should have been the mainstream of the universe. From this sword, we can see that the extraordinary civilization of Universe 04 once achieved great achievements."

Guilliman said as he picked up the rusted sword that lay beside him.

There is a sense of resentment in the rusty sword.

Even Guilliman felt a bit of pain, so one can imagine how powerful this sword is.

This rusty sword can be classified as a psychic weapon.

Psychic weapons are a very special kind of existence.

It needs to be forged using special methods. After forging, it can pry the power of the subspace and kill or erase something in a symbolic sense.

The Emperor also forged psychic weapons. The Spear of Apollo used by Valdor and the Spear of Dionysus used by Leman Russ were both psychic weapons forged by the Emperor.

It can kill the unliving and even severely injure Horus who is blessed by the four gods.

The Enemy Blade that once wounded Horus can also be considered a type of psychic weapon.

The Eldar also created some psychic weapons, including the Five Crone Swords, which are secret weapons sealed in the treasure houses of the major Craft Worlds.

So psychic weapons are not something rare.

It is not surprising that the extraordinary civilization, which has been immersed in subspace technology for so many years, can create such weapons.

Guilliman casually placed it on the testing equipment beside him.

As the instrument hummed, various data were displayed on the floating screen nearby.

Kaul also stared at the screen, interpreting the data.

In some ways, his knowledge is second only to Guilliman's.

Has an in-depth understanding of both subspace and real-world technology.

Be able to understand the data and text that pop up.

"This rusted sword has given birth to self-awareness, just like the unliving being born from the emotional vortex of the warp."

"Yes, this sword has its own consciousness. It has absorbed too much hatred and malice. When it hits the target, these hatred and malice will be transferred to the target, forming a warp curse on the target." Guilliman's voice was full of superhuman calmness, "This is why the medical sages of the expeditionary force cannot heal Calgar!

The rusted sword threatens Calgar's concept of existence. It will erase Calgar's existence bit by bit, and even our memories will lose Calgar's existence."

"Is there still hope for Karga?" Kaul asked in a serious tone.

"Go make some preparations. Such injuries cannot be treated with conventional means. Calgar needs to complete the fifth stage of the Primaris upgrade. If successful, he will have a chance to survive." Guilliman said, "If not, I can only peel off his soul, otherwise it will be completely wiped out by that malice."