Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Calgar knew he shouldn't believe the traitor's words.

But he was really worried.

He is so loyal to his genetic father.

Even if there is only a slight possibility, he is not willing to let it fall into danger.

In order to avoid provoking the wrath of the gene father, Calgar thought for a long time.

Decided to seek enlightenment from Guilliman under the pretext of being confused about his strategy, and at the same time prepare for the Dark Angel's attack.

In this way, there may be some opinions, but Guilliman will not be too angry about it.

He will not be punished for this matter.

The Victory Laurel entered the Warp at the edge of the Evans system.

Calgar temporarily left the battlefield to protect his lord.

And on the ground floor of the Victory Laurel.

The murmur of air flow came from the rusty pipes, and the rumble shook the stone walls.

Thick darkness accumulated in the deepest compartments of the Victory Laurel.

It is shrouded in darkness and damp all year round, and even the humblest slave labor and rough slave labor rarely visit here.

Only those animals and plants that hide in the dark and smuggle from different planets will live in this place.

The Victory Laurel is twenty-one kilometers long and several kilometers high, making it a magnificent mobile city.

It was so huge that the crew couldn't monitor every corner.

At this time, an ominous thing is happening here.

The pungent smell of blood wafted in the darkness and mixed with the stench of decay.

Sebos stood in the darkness, only the faint red light emitted by the pair of electronic prosthetic eyes in the helmet showed his existence.

In front of him, the two crew members were lying in a pool of blood. They had died long ago, and the uncooled blood was gurgling.

But weird things happened quickly, the blood was quickly spoiled and became foul-smelling.

The crew members who had just died for a while also quickly became rotten and extremely disgusting.

Seeing this scene, Sebos smiled.

He did this just to test his sword.

"This is the Sword of Punishing God." Saibos whispered.

In his hand he held a strange blade stained with blood.

The body of the sword is undulating like a poisonous snake, as gray as flint, and shining like a diamond.

This is a delicate thing, a beautiful thing, a thing that shakes the world.

If there were psychics here, they would definitely exclaim.

Unparalleled evil and curse are contained within this sword, an entity of pure warp evil.

"Guilliman." Sebos's voice was unusually flat, with a kind of absolute rationality and coldness, "the universe is balanced, and so are subspace and reality, and you are the biggest obstacle to the final plan. So, I'm sorry , you can’t go on living.”

He said softly, and then slowly put the long sword back into the exquisite box.

It was a formidable weapon capable of crippling a Primarch.

More vicious and terrifying than the old enemy blade that almost killed Horus in the past.

Horus's treachery is largely due to Horus' incomprehension that the Emperor despised the War Council and ruled the Empire with mortals.

But what really pushed Horus into the abyss was undoubtedly the old enemy blade in the hands of Erebus.

That weapon has extraordinary power.

It hit Horus hard.

The terrible wound could not be healed by relying on the physical power of the Primarch.

In the end, the warriors of the sons of Horus were fooled by Erebus to send Horus to the temple of heresy for a ritual.

The Blade of the Enemy is so scary.

Once suffered a serious injury, even the original body-level self-healing ability cannot heal itself.

Sebos held the long sword in his hand and showed a slight smile.

With the fall of Horus, the Emperor's long-cherished wish for peace was shattered.

And what will the fall of Guilliman bring? ?

Stone Fortress.

Bloodwing Boris and members of his tactical team hurried back.

The transport ship's engine roared.

Under the operation of the technical priest, the gravity array device operated according to the new parameters, slowly cut into the force field, and entered the interior of the megalithic fortress smoothly.

The hatch opens.

Boris walked past the machine slaves who greeted him.

"Lord Boris," said a mortal servant.

Stonehold holds a large population of mortal slaves who serve the warriors of the Dark Angels Chapter.

They are the treasure of the Chapter.

Each chapter has a sizable corps of mortals at its service.

A battle group with a home planet will select a batch of servants from the planet every once in a while to replenish servants and recruit seeds.

Chapters without a homeworld will collect taxes everywhere.

For example, space sharks, go to the frontier to fight, and the mortals who serve them are almost dead, and then return to the empire to replenish troops.

When passing by a certain planet, seeing that there are enough people on that planet and meeting their own requirements, they will recruit servants and recruits from that planet.

Because there is no parent star to replenish the wear and tear on time, and the combat mission is heavy.

The taxation of these warbands is extremely simple and rude, and the whole colony is packed with men, women, old and weak.

As a result, when the Ministry of Internal Affairs discovers that some colonies have been looted, it will first investigate whether there are war groups from the home planet passing through this place, and only after confirmation will they think about aliens and chaos.

It is said that a certain vicious Space Shark Chapter will not let go of a 180-year-old granny.

They were also caught on board and served as servants.

Of course, being able to live to 180 years old in this dark and chaotic universe is either rich or expensive.

After all, life extension surgery is very expensive, and ordinary people simply cannot afford it.

Boris paid no attention to those mortal servants saluting him.

He left the port in a hurry, and went to look for the Grand Mentor-Azrael.

The Grand Master is in a strategy room in Stone Keep.

Ezekiel and Dagonet, who were his right-hand men, were also here, discussing the missions of each company and the arrival of Guilliman. .

The huge holographic table is in the center of the room, and strategic divination shrines and contemplators are displayed on the walls, humming and processing massive amounts of data.

The room is big enough to accommodate more than twenty dark angels, very spacious.

However, there were only three of them at this time.

They are the supreme heads who lead the Dark Angels.

The three stood around the holographic platform, and after hearing the sound, their eyes turned to Boris who came in.

"Boris?" Azrael said.

"It's me, Grand Master." Boris said with a respectful salute.

"How about the hunt?"

Azrael looked at Boris with dignity and questioning in his eyes.

"It's not a fallen angel, but a demon, a demon belonging to a changer. They are preparing for something, and it may have something to do with the revived imperial regent." Boris said, "That demon seems to be guiding us all the time, When I was finally expelled, the demon said that Guilliman would destroy the First Legion, and I realized something was wrong, so I hurried back."

Azrael frowned slightly, a serious expression appeared on his noble features.

Guilliman is the hope of the Empire.

This is the consensus of everyone who can see the dark future of the galaxy.

Only with the help of Guilliman's unimaginable strategy and wisdom can human beings come out of this eternal abyss.

"You should not listen to any words of demons, they are only lies." Azrael shook his head, "You cannot doubt a noble Emperor's Child just because of the words of a demon."

"But what do you think the Emperor's Children would think if they knew what happened ten thousand years ago, and what happened to Lord Cypher?" said Boris. ? This is the reward for our ten thousand years of loyalty."

"Your words have gone beyond the mark." Ezekiel, who is the chief think tank, said, "Such words are too offensive, don't say any more, Boris. We all understand your concerns, but just a few words from the devil can shake you ?”

"No, I just have some premonitions." Boris said, "A very bad intuition, a storm is happening, but we don't know anything about it. We must take a positive attitude in order to defend the honor of the First Legion and existence."

"We are loyal to the Empire, and we should also trust Guilliman," Ezekiel said.

"If he wants to make the First Legion wait for death, should we also wait to die?" Boris yelled, "The blood of the First Legion will be cut off."

"Get out, Boris. There's no need to talk about this matter." Azrael looked at Boris and slammed his fist on the holographic stage, with anger in his tone, "We swear loyalty, if he wants us to Death, the Dark Angel should also execute it unconditionally. Don't doubt a loyal Primarch just because of the devil's words."

"He was simply too concerned with the fate of the Chapter," Ezekiel said.

"Then don't question it, we fight for loyalty, and we fight for the blood of the Lion King that flows in our hearts. Now, Boris, are you going to target a Primarch? When mankind is about to slide into the abyss Time to step on it again," Azrael said, "Get out now, and you will be grounded until I issue a pardon myself."

Boris glared back, spat hard on the ground, and strode out of the room.

"You're so excited," Ezekiel said.

"Don't worry about it." Azrael said, "We will continue to study the next arrangement."

Azrael, the Grand Master of the Dark Angels, holds most of the Dark Angels' secrets.

No one but Lion Lion can know all the secrets of the Dark Angels.

Thanks to the great wisdom of Lion King Ryan, the father of genes, the structure of Dark Angel is very complicated.

On the bright side, they are divided into company commanders, tactical teams, mentors, think tanks, recruits, and veterans.

The hierarchy is sharp and the class is distinct.

However, this is only the appearance.

Below it are different orders and inner and outer rings, each keeping different secrets.

Even Azrael couldn't know how many secrets the Dark Angels had, and who kept them secretly.

No one knows except Lion Lion.

Proceeding along the dark tomb passage, Azrael passed the heroes who had long since departed.

The exploits of those who died are commemorated with inscriptions and sculptures on the pillars.

Azrael wore a robe that covered his whole body, covering everything that represented his identity and status symbols.

He walked into the depths along the tomb.

In the shadowy light, as he turned a corner.

An unknown soldier who also concealed his body and concealed his identity blocked him.

The warrior made an intricate half-gesture.

And Azrael did the other half.

Afterwards, Azrael was taken into a secret chamber.

A flame burned in the middle of the chamber, providing a faint light, making the chamber appear very dark.

The four fighters, including Azrael, stood in different directions one by one.

Everyone concealed their identities to ensure the secrecy of this secret meeting.

Azrael was also not sure whether the people in front of him were veterans, mentors, or just new recruits.

In the congregation, no one has a name.

Outside the Order, the Order does not exist.

"I am very glad that you are all gathered here," Azrael said.

The other three knights didn't say anything, just kept silent.

They are called.

It is necessary to do some things that cannot be known by the outside world in the secret order.

"The conspirators have surfaced, the bait has been thrown, and it's time to get ready to draw in the net," Azrael said, "The hunt for demons has resulted in a member of the Deathwing being seeded with confusion by demons. The devil thinks that we will be played and applauded by it, but it doesn't know that the lasso is already placed around its neck, and we will use it to find the cancer hidden in us."