Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The helper elf gave Guilliman detailed information about the subspace LAN.

By the way, I also popularized science about the subspace for him. this

Warpspaces are dimensions that are not limited by time and causal rates.

is an abstract concept that manifests itself through the restless emotions of creatures.

It is not governed by any laws, it is a random and unstructured realm of pure energy and mind wandering freely.

The mysteries contained in it are endless and changing all the time.

This is true chaos, unencumbered by physical limitations and guided by sane goals.

Always in chaos and conflict.

No mortal intellect can fully comprehend this wondrous realm.

He is on the side of dreams and nightmares, infinite in scope but without form or structure.

Since the birth of the universe, this mysterious domain has appeared along with the real universe.

The souls and emotions of creatures become the torrent, leaving a never-ending echo in the warp.

A maddening realm of fear, hope, ambition and despair in the real life of the universe.

The evil entities fed by countless lives are constantly pushing this space to squeeze the real universe.

However, this mysterious field also brought a different world to human beings.

Psykers can draw power from this mystical realm and channel it to perform supernatural feats.

All the mystical powers that humans can imagine can be realized through the warp.

In the vast universe, send messages to other targets.

Peek into the future through the soul and predict what will happen in the future.

Harness the Warp to gain great power.

Manipulate the elements of nature like a god.

The magic and fairy art imagined by human beings are closely related to this.

The chaos gods born in it have power and wisdom that ordinary people can't imagine.

Ordinary people volunteer to serve the Chaos Gods, lured by unearthly power and the promise of immortality.

Guilliman knew how vulnerable people are when faced with the temptation of supernatural power.

One sentence, my life is up to me, and I am not a husband if I am non-toxic.

Those ordinary people will feel at ease and become demons, and do whatever it takes to gain their own power.

Humanity is already deeply bound to the Warp.

From the sacrifices of the barbaric age and the early religious beliefs.

Human fear, rage, desire or sorrow ripples faintly through the Warp, a small part of those horrific entities.

To completely get rid of the Chaos Gods, there is only one way to get rid of the subspace.

Like the Necrons, it's purely mechanical.

The problem is that once fully mechanized, humans lose their souls.

The soul makes human beings have to rely on subspace.

Just like a person needs to breathe, the soul also needs to be nourished by the ether of the warp.

This is why the Emperor's plans were so contradictory during the Great Crusade.

He destroyed religious temples everywhere, banned psychic exploration, and banned superstitious worship.

But they have to rely on the special psionic variants of astropaths and navigators.

Human beings cannot live without the subspace, just like the subspace cannot live without the real universe.

The two are interdependent.

The Emperor's Webway Project also arose for this reason.

He desires to use the webway to build barriers, to isolate humans from the subspace, and at the same time allow human souls to be nourished by the subspace.

Unfortunately, the Webway project ultimately failed.

Now, the auxiliary elves gave Guilliman another way, building a firewall based on his dominance.

Draw a barrier between the human soul and the warp entity, establish a relatively safe field, and keep out the harmful information brought by the gods.

Humans can explore in it.

When those truly strong men are ready, let them cross the barrier, go deeper, and face the real threat.

"Is this plan too risky?" Guilliman asked the auxiliary elves.

[Compared with other plans, this plan has the lowest risk. Of course, the Chaos Gods will also be aware of what you have done, and will make corresponding plans and attacks, but as long as the host can persist in not being corrupted, the success rate of the plan can reach 98%. 】

Guilliman was silent for a moment before speaking, "Isn't there a 100% plan?"

[The universe is just a crazy place created by God playing dice, host, nothing is 100%, everything can only be infinitely close, and cannot be 100% sure. Not only life is evolving, but the universe itself is also evolving. Even the gods who can peek into time can't guarantee that the past that has long ended is 100% certain, and everything is possible. 】

"Since this is the case, I will go to Terra after finishing the matter in the Nephilim sector." Guilliman said, "Now, my reforms have initially shown results, and the strength in my hand is enough for me to deal with the elders of Terra. The launch of the Institute and the Mechanicus of Mars."

After speaking, Guilliman stood up and walked to the balcony, overlooking the ruined city outside.

The construction team is in full swing repairing the wounds caused by the war.

People healed the wounded and salvaged their meager belongings from the ruins.

Machine slaves carry heavy building materials.

Both men and women had smiles on their faces.

Seeing Guilliman standing on the balcony, he would cheer involuntarily.

They are the children of this dark age.

A lifetime has seen nothing but hardships, hardships, and endless conflicts of war.

Even though fate is so cruel, they still fight unyieldingly.

The dark galaxy, surrounded by enemies, but still persevering, struggled hard, clinging to each other to resist the terrible suffering that their soft shoulders could not bear.

The human empire needs his help. Only in this way can it be reborn from the ashes, move toward detachment, and end this eternal war.

"Humanity will surely win." Guilliman looked at the excited and cheering people and whispered.

Governor's Palace.

Anna smiled maniacally, her plan had succeeded.

A war lord named Phikris, the Primarch's bodyguard, and the person in charge of the celebration parade sent someone to notify Anna.

She was going to put the wreath of honor on Guilliman herself.

This shows the gratitude of the people of Vittoria to the Primarch.

The great satisfaction made Anna feel extremely excited and extremely happy.

The feeling that her desire for power has been fulfilled made Anna more determined to climb the ladder.

She will step by step become the core of the empire's power and grasp the terrifying power that the world looks up to.

Satisfy your ever-hungry desire for power.

Become an existence under one person and above ten thousand people.

"I will use the most beautiful petals to make the Primarch's laurel crown."

Anna ordered her entourage and brain trust.

Let them go in search of the most beautiful petals.

She had to complete the task with perfection, impressing the Primarch and the many high-ranking members of the expedition.

However, the next preparatory work quickly fell into trouble.

The entourage and brain trust have found all the petals in Vitria and even in several nearby galaxies.

Anna was not satisfied at all.

These flowers are too ordinary, completely unworthy of the noble status of the Primarch.

Anna was worried about this, and didn't think about eating or drinking.

She has to find the perfect petals to complete this task. Only in this way can Guilliman recognize her and gain more power.

Anna's temper is getting worse.

She always yelled at those followers and masterminds, saying they were all trash.

Not even a petal worthy of the Primarch could be found.

Anna was scratching her head for this.

He didn't even hesitate to offer a huge reward.

Many interstellar mercenaries took out their stocks, but they couldn't satisfy Anna.

Seeing that time is running out, other work of the celebration is coming to an end.

Anna also became more and more anxious.

Until one day, a man wearing a robe walked into the governor's mansion and presented her with a coquettish and beautiful flower petal that gathered the beauty of the world.

"What kind of flower is this?" Anna was deeply fascinated when she saw the flower.

This flower is so perfect.

It was impeccable.

No problems can be seen from the root system, petals, and green leaves.

So perfect it doesn't look like something from the real world.

"A wild flower found at the bottom of the hive city, but it is watered by the blood of those who are full of desire, so it looks extraordinarily beautiful." The man said.

"Words watered with blood?" One of Anna's staff officers frowned, and he had a bad premonition in his heart, "My lord, such flowers are absolutely unacceptable. The Primarch's identity is noble and sacred, and he is the emperor's son, the son of mankind. Savior, how can you use something like this to blaspheme him."

"Aren't those ordinary flowers blasphemy??" said the man, "Those vulgar things are worthy of being associated with the Primarch, which is the most ridiculous thing in this world."

"It's just a flower. It doesn't matter what waters it. What matters is that it is beautiful enough and perfect enough. It can be worthy of the noble status of the Primarch."

Several other staff officers wanted to object, but Anna did not expect to speak at this time.

"Indeed, this is just a flower, and the means of cultivating it is not important. The most important thing now is how to complete this mission perfectly. As long as I can impress the Primarch, our future is It's been a smooth ride."

"However, my lord, if it is leaked out, I'm afraid it will lead to punishment." A staff officer said.

"This matter is easy to solve, as long as it doesn't leak out." Anna looked at everyone present, "Your wives and children will be specially taken care of during the cultivation of this flower and the celebration. The body will be free when it leaves Vittoria."

Anna murdered her husband.

They also sent people to hunt down Xiaosan's daughter.

In order to keep it secret, she ordered her dead men to kill the detective.

For a person like her who wants to climb up, there is nothing she can't do.

The many think tanks present and the followers all showed fear when they heard this.

But before they objected, a group of genetically enhanced men in black came out from the side, exuding a stern aura, holding daggers and plasma guns in their hands.

It was obvious that anyone who objected would have to go to the Emperor immediately.

"Whoever dares to delay the big event of the Primarch must be prepared to be torn apart by me." Anna stood up and said.

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