"The latest news is that your brother Magnus has left the Wizard Star and came to the Imperial Holy Land from the Imperial Dark Land."
Cherubel looked very respectful, and when he spoke he carefully structured his words so as not to offend the Primarch.
It would do him no good to anger Guilliman, it would only lead to a beating from him.
In addition to the power of the Damned, Guilliman possesses another powerful force.
No matter which force it is, it can easily kill him.
Demons are simply difficult to be killed by mortals, but they are not truly immortal.
"Do you know which planet he is on?" Guilliman asked, stroking his Hand of Domination glove.
"My lord, Magnus possesses unparalleled sorcery attainments. Even in the Warp, there are only a few demons who can defeat him. He is a demon primarch, very powerful, and knows the secrets of the Warp. No one can monitor him without being discovered by him."
Cherubel said.
It is rumored that part of the Emperor's technology and power in creating the Primarchs came from the Four Gods of the Warp.
Therefore, every Primarch will possess unparalleled power after awakening his own Warp essence.
Surpassing most of the great demons under the Four Gods.
Those original demons had no way of comparing with them.
Not to mention surveillance, even trying to spy on Magnus might be discovered by the other party.
"You, the demon prince, are such a waste." Guilliman mocked Cherubel unceremoniously.
Cherubel: … … ….
Having been the Demon Prince for so long, Cherubel had never felt so heartbroken.
Being humiliated, insulted and abused by others.
In order to survive, Cherubel endured it.
He swore that one day he would avenge his previous humiliation.
Return today’s humiliation a hundredfold.
Three thousand years on the east side of the river, three thousand years on the west side of the river.
Don't bully the poor.
One day, the humans of this world will know that the Demon Prince Cherubel cannot be humiliated, and if he is humiliated, he will die.
Guilliman pondered the demons' words; there wasn't a single word of truth coming out of their mouths.
There are always traps in words.
When dealing with these guys, the slightest carelessness can result in failure, so you must be careful.
"Magnus, what do you want?"
After being distracted for a moment, Guilliman recovered and looked at the grovelling Cherubel and asked, "Any other news?"
"The Plague God's domain has made big moves recently. It seems that a new plague has been prepared to spread into the real universe." Cherubel said.
"It is probably the work of my other brother, Mortarion. In recent times, I have been keeping a close eye on the Plague God. I need to know their movements and in which star region they plan to implement their evil plans."
"Okay, sir, your loyal servant will complete this task perfectly." Qi Lubeier said respectfully.
"Continue to collect intelligence." After asking, Guilliman turned around and walked out of the room where Zirubel was imprisoned.
As the Demon Prince, Cherubel's place of imprisonment is also very special.
Imprisoned in a stone chamber engraved with a large number of forbidden runes, and there was a huge imperial shrine at the door.
Several exiled priests, dressed in armor and holding weapons, took turns chanting scriptures and prayers.
They looked solemn, unlike those Anglican priests who stood in front of people in a glamorous manner.
Exiled priests generally possess combat capabilities, and most of them will even undergo some mechanized modifications to enhance their own strength so that they can gain stronger self-defense capabilities.
In order to better fight the great enemy of Chaos, they devote themselves to learning the forbidden knowledge of sorcery and the arts of blasphemy.
Such dark knowledge is extremely terrifying. If one's mind is even slightly fragile, one will be corrupted, devoured, and eventually fall into depravity.
To learn these dark arts is undoubtedly to curse oneself.
But out of their devout faith in the Emperor, the exiled priests embarked on this path without hesitation.
Their fate is often very tragic.
Those who learn twisted, dark, and evil knowledge will inevitably be swallowed by the warp and suffer torture.
"grown ups."
The leading Banished Priest bowed and saluted Guilliman.
His eyes have been replaced with electronic prosthetic eyes, and even the flesh around his eye sockets has been replaced with metal.
Judging from the scarred face, it was obvious that he had encountered an unimaginable life-and-death crisis and had to replace the mechanical parts.
Exiled priests usually work with the Inquisitor to eliminate cultists and chaotic creatures.
The risk level is extremely high and the mortality rate is also high.
Cultists never care about their own lives or the lives of others.
That's what's so scary about them.
"Thank you for your hard work," said Guilliman.
His words are sincere and every exiled priest is worthy of admiration.
Some heroes choose to die for their beliefs, while greater heroes choose to live for their beliefs.
The Exiled Priest gave up his glory and chose to take up arms and walk into the darkness, becoming an unknown guardian for the humans protected by the Emperor.
Guilliman walked out along the wide marble corridor.
The Exiled Priests continue to carry out their duties, using their devout faith in the Emperor to suppress the daemons.
Magnus, Mortarion.
As Guilliman walked, he pondered the two Daemon Primarchs.
Magnus was once a psychic second only to the Emperor and stronger than Prime Minister Malcador. After he became a demon, his strength became even more terrifying.
In the original plot line, this guy threw Guilliman into the whirlpool with just one spell.
If it weren't for the Eldar Joker, the Legion of the Damned and the unspeakably loyal Lord Cypher coming to the rescue, I'm afraid the dignified Regent of the Empire would have died in the vortex.
Not to mention Mortarion.
The plague he and another great demon, K'Gath, the most beloved of Nurgle, created almost killed Guilliman.
At the critical moment, the Emperor descended and allowed Guilliman to turn the tide.
The Demon Primarchs are all tough guys, and any underestimation will lead to disaster.
I just don't know when these two guys will take action! !
"Assistant elf, when will the second trial mission start?" Guilliman asked in his heart.
The real battlefield of the Warhammer universe is in the Warp. He must have the ability to fight against the Warp. Only in this way can he truly fight against the demons.
But Guilliman didn't know much about the Warp.
The reflection of biological emotions, the realm of the Four Gods, enables warships to travel at superluminal speeds and allows astropaths to transmit information in the shortest possible time.
The Warp is also the source of many mysterious powers.
Whether it is what humans call true energy, mana, or psionic power, the source of these forces beyond the real physical laws are all in the subspace.
Guilliman did not know how these forces superseded and bent the laws of physics to function.
The Warp is the realm of psykers, sorcerers, and thaumaturgical technology.
Even if Guilliman had the soul of a time traveler fused into his body, allowing him to look at the entire universe from a perspective that transcends the universe.
It is also difficult to master the many mysteries of the subspace.
Now, the only thing he can rely on is the civilization database mentioned by the auxiliary elf.
He hoped that there would be some research on psychic powers, the supernatural, etc. in the database. Only in this way could he adopt more strategies for the subspace, and even use the subspace to achieve his own goals.
Chaos gods and demons are just members of the Warp, and they cannot fully understand and control the Warp.
As long as Guilliman can master the secrets of the Warp, he can also use the Warp and take the initiative in the Warp.
Host, please be patient. As long as the industrial level is sufficient to absorb new technology, you can proceed to the second trial mission. The host's current civilization has a very high level of technology, but does not have a matching industrial level.
Host, ヾ(?°?°?)??, keep up the hard work.
When Guilliman saw the auxiliary elf's answer, he could only suppress his wild thoughts and continue to steadily advance his plan, taking one step at a time.
The technology of the Human Empire is basically left over from the Golden Age. You have to know that humans at that time were almost able to ascend to heaven.
You can imagine how advanced the technology was in that era.
Human technology is very powerful, but unfortunately with the rise of the state religion, the Mechanicus has become increasingly conservative, and human technology has not only failed to progress, but has been constantly lost and regressed.
The industrial levels of each planet are also different. Some have starships flying all over the sky, while others are still primitive societies. The gap is so big that it is hard to imagine.
Walking out of the corridor, Vincent Horn saluted Guilliman.
"My Lord, what is the situation?"
"As bad as ever," Guilliman said in a light tone.