Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Terra's oceans have long since disappeared.

In the early days of the Great Crusade, Terra's seas were drained dry by a defected warlord from the Altan Plains.

Of course, this warlord also paid the price with his life.

Valdor, the first commander of the Imperial Army, personally executed the warlord, and announced to the world that every inch of Terra's land and water is extremely precious, and anyone who tries to steal Terra's soil and water will be executed.

The Emperor once had an idea to restore Terra's oceans and reshape Terra's landscape.

Let Terra be that beautiful world again.

However, at that time, there were too many things more important than this.

Apart from the Great Expedition, there is also the matter of the Webway project, the heavy work makes the Emperor have no time to take care of this.

It can only be postponed to do other more important economic things.

I thought that everything would be settled until the human race was unified and the empire was stabilized.

Then set about restoring Terra's landscape.

Unfortunately, Horus' rebellion ruined all plans.

When the Heresy was over and the Primarchs departed, the Emperor fell into a deep sleep again.

The successors of the empire did not mention the matter any more.

They don't care much about the existence of the ocean.

After all, the solar system is not just Terra.

If you want to see the sea, you can go to places like Io.

The sea there is even more spectacular.

Because of Jupiter's terrifying tidal force, the ocean on Io can often set off huge waves of several kilometers. It is a popular tourist attraction for the wealthy class of the empire.

It would be a waste to waste the precious wealth of the Empire on such a project to restore Terra's oceans.

In this way, the sacred homeland of mankind has no ocean.

The announcement of the Reshape Oceans initiative is exciting to anyone, and it represents something entirely new.

When this plan was announced, the people of Terra's empire expressed their approval.

As the sacred homeland of mankind, it is indeed time to protect the environment of Terra.

A filthy holy home will disappoint the pilgrims who come from afar.

Penny used her own power to endorse the plan, allowing it to quickly pass the review of various departments.

Guilliman is not on Terra, her power is the greatest.

This is one of the benefits of centralized dictatorship, without wasting a lot of time in meaningless quarrels.

Able to decide something important quickly.

Quimbys learned the news from the holographic screens all over the streets and alleys.

The world keeps getting better.

Humanity has ushered in unprecedented changes.

Those dead hopes will also reappear.

What a beautiful thing it is.

There are voices praising Guilliman everywhere, and everyone says he is the true savior of mankind.

At least that's what everyone said in the area where Ziqumbis was located.

Whenever Guilliman, Lord of Ultramar, is spoken of, the tone of voice is reverence and awe.

They feared that their profane tone would drive the divine savior away, abandoning them, those desperately struggling to survive.

"He is a god, a true god of human beings who, like his father, gave us hope."

Those pastors who walk in the crowd always say such a sentence.

Even Guilliman repeated the fact that he is not a god several times on important occasions.

But no one cares, people just regard him as a god.

If only one person could command thousands of warships and sweep away all enemies.

It can save people from the abyss, and can easily expel demons and monsters.

Anyone would regard that person as a god.

Guilliman's denial only served to reinforce the belief in his divinity.

"Perhaps, I should also do something, and I must not let such a cancer tarnish the reform achievements of the Holy Primarch."

Standing in the shadows, Cumbis touched the dagger in his arms that was ground from scrap steel.

After many inquiries, he learned that the law enforcement officer who had humiliated him and injured the little girl, making her deaf, was a member of the Escher family.

This family is very old.

It is said that during the Beast War, Terra suffered heavy casualties, and the high lord council at that time dispatched some people from other planets to fill the vacancies of Terra.

The Escher family was sent to Terra at that time.

This family has served Terra's government for thousands of years, long before the Great, Holy Imperial Regent came to Terra.

They have passed down the position of law enforcement for generations, and they think they are nobler than the lowly nesters.

This family is very special, they know themselves very well, never want to climb up, but think about how to consolidate their position in the lower hive capital.

Before understanding this family, one has to understand the once complicated power structure of the hive capital.

To protect humanity from the harsh environment of Terra.

Man-made mountains made of plastic steel, hardened steel, and concrete by Mechanic Priests have grown over tens of thousands of years.

It's like a magnified version of a termite nest.

This is the origin and evolution history of hive capital.

The population of the hive capital is very large, at least billions of people, and the interior of the hive capital is highly industrialized, with a complete industrial system.

A hive city is equivalent to the ancient industrial world being compressed into a city. One can imagine how terrifying the population density and industrial density are.

Some hives even span thousands of kilometers, and inhabit tens of billions of people.

With so many people living in the hive capital, it naturally brought about a large number of problems.

The phenomenon of human beings scrambling for power and profit is extremely serious.

The hierarchical structure of the hive capital also fully demonstrates the status and power of the people.

The upper class is the nobles, followed by the workers, and the bottom is the scum and scum, the garbage of society.

Even with Terra under the watchful eye of the Holy Emperor, the condition was severe, and even more deformed and dark.

The Underhives of Terra have become brutal places run entirely by gangs and lowly families.

Only the most vicious and cunning can live here.

The high-ranking lords of Terra do not want to waste time on these issues.

They use a very simple but effective method to control the lower hive.

That is to use gangs and those scavenging families like those wild dogs, that is, families that pick up garbage and do all kinds of dirty things, just like low-level microorganisms in natural ecology that complexly process carrion.

These families are called scavenger families.

In addition to gangs and scavenger houses, the nobles of Terra also use the brutal system of the Ministry of Justice to control the lower hive.

For the lower hive capital, unrest is violent suppression, and illegal gatherings are also violent suppression.

Whatever the problem, everything is violent repression.

The aristocrats have only one request, and no acts of resistance to the rule are allowed.

No matter what the reason is, even if the nobles exploited people into bones, they were not allowed to resist. Resistance was a crime and it was suppression.

Such a simple, rude and cruel approach will naturally not get any good results.

A little chaos in three years and a big chaos in five years are the norm.

The frequent turmoil has also led to the rise of some cruel families, which have become the favorite tools of the nobles.

The Escher family is a typical example.

They're law enforcers, and they're gangsters.

With the acquiescence of the Lords of Terra, they used their dual identities to complete their task of maintaining stability.

Violence and intimidation are the family's most common tactics.

The lords only need the Escher family to maintain order in the area they rule, and it doesn't matter what means they use.

The death of a nester will not even enter the files of the Ministry of Justice, and will be ignored.

It was completely different back then than it is now.

At that time, the nesters were not regarded as citizens of the empire at all, but just rioters wandering outside the social order.

Any resistance was declared by the nobles as a betrayal of the emperor, which led to the killing of imperial troops.

The rulers of other planets also estimated that frequent turmoil would affect the foundation of their rule.

After all, those who recruit soldiers have to come from the bottom.

Excessive suppression will inevitably plunge the entire planet into turmoil.

The nobles of Ketera have no such worries at all.

They don't need to recruit soldiers from the bottom of Terra, and the best soldiers they need will be sent from all over the empire.

At the same time, they will also declare those imperial people who do not obey their rule as traitors and send them to the imperial punishment camp.

At that time, it was impossible to imagine the darkness of Terra. The people in the bottom hive city did not enjoy the protection of any empire, but only assumed obligations and paid their own taxes.

Yes, those gangs and families also need to pay taxes.

Otherwise, the nobles will send troops to wipe them out.

Gangs will collect wealth from other bottom-level residents, use it to pay taxes, and maintain their own enjoyment.

One can imagine how dark those days were.

People are carrying bureaucrats, nobles, and businessmen on their backs.

Now, no matter how humble their origin is, they are regarded as citizens of the empire and are protected by the laws of the empire.

Even a beggar's child is entitled to higher education.

This was unimaginable before.

People's gratitude to Guilliman is from the heart.

His arrival brought about many changes.

Of course, there are still some places that have not been done well.

Like the Escher family.

The family claims to have cut themselves off from the past, giving up their gang identity and assisting the Empire in suppressing those gangs.

Such a move earned them the trust of the empire.

They kept their jobs and even got promoted for their service in taking down gangs.

It sounds ridiculous, but that's how it works.

The Escher family betrayed the gangs that trusted them, stepped on their bones to save themselves, and rose every step of the way.

Yet the family has not learned its lesson.

Instead, they see it as their opportunity.

Reformation of the empire will not last long.

One day, everything will be back to normal.

As long as the layout is made in advance, the Escher family will be even stronger by then.

To this end, they continued to maintain order in the Empire with violence and intimidation.

And constantly trying to fill in his family's law enforcement team in this area, wanting to completely control the law enforcement power in this area.

Cumbius was repeatedly humiliated.

Especially after the last incident, that is, when Cumbis strangled the gangster to death, the man wanted to take credit and was almost exposed.

The reason was that Cumbis wanted to tell the truth at the time, saying that he killed the gang member himself.

This approach angered the Escher family.

It's an honor to be able to see your achievements, and I'm still jerking.

The Escher family has paid so much for the stability of this area.

Don't people nowadays know how to be grateful?

For this matter, the Escher family brought people to trouble Quinbys several times, and even threatened that the seventh floor was their territory, and wanted to kill Quinbys in the third watch, and that Cumbis would not survive the fifth watch.

If it is purely about this matter, Cumbis may not have such a big hatred.

The reason is that the Escher family has become more and more excessive.

They even circled the park and blatantly charged fees. They also pretended to be the regent of the great empire, collecting money to reduce the financial burden of the Terra government.

Obeying and violating all kinds of orders, and trying to restore the old way of bullying men and women.

The existence of the Escher family has stained the achievements of the Prince Regent's reforms a little.

It's an unbearable thing.

Everything was so beautiful, and everything was on the right path.

And these guys just want to destroy.

This incident made more people feel angry, and the hostility towards this family is also growing.

Reported several times.

Either being suppressed by the opponent, or being fooled.

In today's reform, there are many residual personnel.

They were afraid that if they liquidated the Escher family today, they should liquidate themselves tomorrow.

So, take care of each other.

The roots of these families run too deep.

It's like barnyard grass in a rice field, mixed together, it's impossible to tell the good from the bad.

In addition, the reform scope of the imperial regency is too large, and the manpower is really insufficient.

It's like a big net, the gap is too big, and it can only let the small fish escape.

After a few tries, Quimbys gave up.

He decided to adopt the simplest method and use his own method to clean up the cancer of the Escher family.

Someone has to do these things.

Cumbis cheered himself up in his heart.

Since the last time he strangled the gang member, Cumbis found that his heart was much stronger.

Before, he was terrified of those damn gangsters, and he was terrified of those law enforcement officers.

But after he killed someone, he found that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Everyone has only one life.

You are not afraid of him, he is afraid of you.

It's that simple.

To deal with the wicked, one must be more shameless, more difficult, and more vicious than the wicked.

Any resignation and swallowing will only fuel the other party's arrogance.

Expecting those who have no morals and no conscience will change their minds and change their past is something only stupid people will do.

Cumbis decided to make the other party pay the price.

A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood.

Where the glory of the Imperial Regency does not shine.

Cumbis used his own power to shatter those darkness.

Let those bloody bureaucrats die.

Cumbis gave himself an encouragement.

Not far away, it was the damned member of the Escher family who took credit for him.

At this time, the other party, as always, grabbed two passers-by for interrogation.

One of them was a girl.

Frightened by his tyrannical appearance, Huarong paled, and she was already crying badly.

But the other party showed no mercy at all, and his attitude was extremely bad.

The three sentences are inseparable from intimidation, to make the other party look good, to arrest and go to jail, and to cry is to hinder public affairs and law enforcement.

Obviously, he got a promotion due to his achievements last time, and he was even more smug.

Seeing Quimbis approaching, the man told the two nesters in front of him, who were so frightened that they didn't know how to walk, to get out, and yelled in the direction of Quimbius.

He decided to give the opponent a lesson with empty hands.

Last time I almost embarrass myself in front of my boss.

I found someone to beat him several times, but I didn't learn my lesson, and dared to come in front of me.

If you don't give him some color, he doesn't know why the flowers are so red.

The noble Escher family can also be provoked by nesters! !

This lowly nester wouldn't be able to drink 200,000 credits, fresh tea from the agricultural world in three lifetimes.

Such a thing dares to take credit, it is really reckless.

"Come here, I'm a suspicious guy at first glance. He's timid, like a rebel, and said, is he trying to cause sabotage?" the man said.

Cumbis walked over calmly, no longer as fearful as before.

This made the other party feel a little uncomfortable.

Anyone who sees him is submissive, afraid of being made things difficult, but this guy is so confident.

Don't take the Escher family seriously! 1

If such an arrogant behavior is not severely punished, people will think that the Escher family can't hold a knife.

"What kind of eyes do you have, believe me or not." Before finishing speaking, Cumbis stabbed the other party with a dagger while the other party was not paying attention.

The other party had an unbelievable look on his face.

His eyes were full of surprise and disbelief.

Why is the usually submissive guy so arrogant now that he dares to do this kind of thing to him.

The man's hand covers the wound, trying to compress the artery.

But Cumbis made two more cuts, pushing him to the edge of the road.

The structure of the hive is complex, and there are huge elevated roads connecting different buildings.

This is still the reconstruction period, and the lighting and energy pipelines in many places have not yet been laid.

The light in many places below the seventh floor is not very good.

Push people down, I'm afraid no one will find out for seven or eight days.

"Go to hell, bastard." Cumbis took out the needle, injected a tube of liquid into the opponent's body, and then pushed the opponent.

During the fall, the man's body burst into flames in the air.

The liquid in the needle was obtained by Cumbis from some people with chemical background.

He is not the only enemy of the Escher family.

Naturally, someone will satisfy his request.

"The first one." Cumbis looked at the dagger in his hand, smiled, then turned and left.

He wants to kill every member of the Escher family and completely eradicate this cancer.

For the great cause of the Primarch, these bugs must die, and no one will be allowed to tarnish the brilliance of the Primarch.

Mars.

underground palace.

Guilliman and Dalia, as well as Caul, Sicarius and other members of the Glory Guard left the silver cave.

Led by Guardian Dalia, they walked to a large experiment hall.

A roughly square room was carved out of the surrounding stone walls.

On one wall are many colored parchment scrolls, like a collage made by a child.

On the other side of the hall is a dark tunnel.

Masses of exposed red iron support the ceiling.

Cables like black snakes hang from the ceiling, and some of them are emitting electric sparks.

Next to the other wall stood a large metal platform surrounded by piles of machinery and cables wound around four cylinders.

The whole body of the cylinder is made of mysterious and unknown metal, and the four cylinders just form a cube.

Each cylinder is etched with weird and complex electromagnetic lines.

Energy works along these lines to form a space force field.

Imprisoned within the force field is an ever-changing metallic artifact.

Obviously, the space force field belongs to the prison of this mysterious mechanical creation.

The structure of metal creations is very special.

It is a large sphere made of interlocking gears.

Its design, movement and complexity far surpass the various contraptions built by the Mechanicum.

Even if they are imprisoned in the space force field, they can still hear the clicking sound when the sphere is running.

Gears that couldn't possibly work are rotating in sync, and harmonious sounds are stacked into beautiful music.

From Kaul's professional perspective, this creation is completely unreasonable and impossible to function.

Surprisingly, it remains in working order, perfectly.

It is composed of various gears that rotate continuously, and its precision is beyond the reach of many sages of the Mechanic Order.

Baroque tools, fine-grained interface posts and molecular collectors gently extend and contract in a maze-like structure of structural gears, hissing like a snake's tongue, absorbing various elements in the air.

Guilliman's face changed slightly when he saw this thing. It seemed that the dangerous thing like the Nether Dragon was not the only one imprisoned here.

"Hate intelligence?" Call said the name of the creation.

"Yes, the space force field imprisoned an intelligence that hates. It's a pity that the person who sent it didn't tell me the name of this intelligence that hates, but just asked me to keep it safe. He said that one day, these things will Complete their final mission." Dalia whispered.

"These are the things that destroyed the first star empire of mankind, and they don't seem to be a threat?" Sicarius approached and observed.

That's it?

The handsome and handsome Second Company Commander Sicarius did it with one shot.

As for causing a major rebellion? ?

Is it because humans in the golden age are too stretched.

"What you see is only the appearance." Dalia picked up a discarded mechanical part from the side, and a golden light appeared on her body, which turned into an arm and sent it into the space force field that imprisoned the abominable intelligence. .

Countless gears cling to the metal parts as if molten, devouring them.

After a while, the dense multi-faceted gears and complicated working devices cracked a hole at the bottom.

A similarly small sphere of interlocking devices was born.

Dalia took it out.

The small sphere is also moving, its molecular collector and various tools extend into the air, and it is exploring the substances it needs.

After a while, it slowly grew up.

Become as big as its parent body and ready to reproduce itself again.

The golden light on Dalia's body decomposed it into the most basic particles.

Seeing this process, Sicarius was stunned.

Self-replication completed so quickly? ?

This speed of reproduction is much more terrifying than that of the Zerg.

"This is just its insignificant function." Dalia said, "After a certain amount of self-replication, it can form all kinds of terrible weapons to destroy everything. Human beings have established the first star empire by virtue of them. The clan also had to admit how powerful humans were at that time."

"Such intelligence that hates intelligence is only a part of it, and it is not even the most terrifying. Those star devourers can swallow the entire star, convert its energy and mass into food, and continuously create their own people. Human beings can Winning a war is an incredible thing.”

Sicarius said no more.

If it is really like Dalia said, then the hatred of intelligence is indeed terrifying to the extreme.

Human beings were destroyed because of their achievements in the first star civilization, and also because of their loss of control.

Well, the handsome Second Company Commander still got it wrong.

The threat of this thing is quite big, no wonder the golden age of technology will decline.

"Pretty good stuff indeed," said Guilliman.

Such a thing can be called horror in any world.

The super self-replication ability and the ability to assemble into various weapons are simply bugs.

Drop an abomination intelligence, and after a while, the entire planet grows an aversion intelligence.

They ate up the metal of the entire planet, forming Transformers, artillery, and battleships.

Then they eat the stars, eat the planets.

Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

Isn't this a mixed style of green skin and Zerg? ?

Human beings in the golden age are too frankly thoughtful.

It's also very craftable.

They can also create such an incredible and extremely dangerous thing.

In the age of empires, living on the foundation of the golden age, they can still become the strongest force in the galaxy.

The power of the golden age can be seen.

No wonder the Emperor never forgot about the Golden Age, kept advocating rationality and science, and wanted to build the empire into a second Golden Age empire.

From the body that hates intelligence, it can be seen that humans in the golden age are really outrageously strong.

Guilliman sized it up and felt that this thing could be used as a trump card.

If the green skin loses against the Tyranids, release this thing.

See who eats faster.

Dalia looked at Guilliman, "Now, can you tell me why you made an alliance with the Nether Dragon to make a deal? Didn't the Emperor tell you about its threat?"

"He warned me in memory, but compared to what the Nether Dragon can achieve, a little risk is worth it." Guilliman said firmly after a moment of silence.

"What can it do?" Dalia said.

"Be able to fight against Chaos and Necrons, buy us enough time and space. The galaxy is full of enemies, the traitors from the Eye of Terror have rushed out, the empire is bleeding, half has lost contact, and half is in chaos. "

Guilliman paced back and forth, and spoke again.

"Before I came here, I fought against the blood god's servants in Terra. They can set foot on the land of Terra with simple rituals. As for other places, I dare not imagine that the situation must be worse. I dare not expect extravagantly You understand, but this matter is very important, and I will take full responsibility for it."

Looking at the primarch's noble face, Dalia finally sighed.

"It's a dangerous path and you're going to pay the price."

"Isn't it my duty?" Guilliman said, "to give everything for humanity."

"I hope you won't regret it." Dalia walked to a switch, reached out and grabbed the handle and pulled it down.

A booming mechanical sound sounded.

A wall moves to the left and right, revealing what is behind it.

An old wing-seat rail car from 10,000 years ago appeared in front of everyone.

The body of the car is depicted with mysterious and complex electromagnetic lines, and with the influx of energy, it emits a faint halo.

The front of the rail car doesn't know where it leads.

It can only be seen extending into the darkness, sinking into the weird space structure.

"You can take the rail car and go out directly. Of course, this thing can only take you near the entrance. It is not connected to the outside."

Sicarius got into the car to check.

Dalia looked fine.

But that's no reason to let your guard down.

If she put two nuclear bombs in the car to kill the Primarch in order to keep the secret of the Nether Dragon and the intelligence that hates it, the consequences will be disastrous

Caul also walked over, using his detection equipment to help Sicarius check.

Guilliman looked at Dalia, "You can go out with us, the outside world has undergone many changes, once you get outside, you will understand many of my practices."

"No, I will continue to perform my duties. You can leave, and when you want to come in again, you can call my name directly. I will send a rail car to pick you up directly."

Dalia shook her head, declining Guilliman's invitation.

"I guess I'll be back soon." Guilliman joked, "I need webway technology for the first phase of the plan."

Dalia smiled and said nothing.

After confirming that there is no problem with the rail car.

Guilliman, Caul, and Sicarius got on the rail car and left the depths of the underground palace.

When they come down again, it is time to officially start the Webway Project.

Tyra.

Court of Silence.

Brava, who was ordered to replace the original Astronomical Director, got up from the bed in the dark chamber.

As the stronghold of astropaths, the Court of Silence is full of luxurious residences.

But Brava avoided them all, choosing a modest room.

Indulging in enjoyment will make people lose their vigilance.

Like the former Astronomical Director, embark on the path of betrayal.

Self-restraint is one of the manifestations of loyalty.

The Astropaths responsible for guarding the Astronomical Torch are all blind, their eyes inevitably burned out by the Emperor's light.

Fortunately, astropaths can still see the world from another perspective.

Some people can piece together a complete world from foreseeable events, and understand the surrounding environment through predicting the future.

The stronger are able to see scenes through the eyes of others, hear echoes of the past, and weave their own spirits into the web of the universe.

However, seeing the universe from that space comes at a price.

They will be tortured by countless visions throughout their lives.

Many astropaths would crumble before the most horrific truths in the universe.

Brava has learned not to use eyes to see things, but to use the light of human spirit to outline everything in the real universe.

Souls shone brightly in his eyes.

Every soul is a network of countless fine rays.

Changes with the incessant movement of thought.

The souls of good people are white.

Fighting souls gravitate toward red.

Dark yellow means moving forward with weight.

Blue means thirst for knowledge and truth.

Different thoughts have different lights.

Brava looked at the soul of the Regent of the Empire, but he couldn't see clearly, so he was forced to look away.

The radiance was so intense that just a glance made him feel unceasingly painful, and he felt like his soul was about to burn.

The light emitted by the Primarch's soul is almost the same as that of the Astro Torch.

Any astropath who looked directly at him would pay dearly for nothing.

Xingyuting is also responsible for the work of Astronomical Torch.

Since being selected into the Astronomical Court, Brava has learned how to use the astronomical torch to transmit astronomical messages, guiding those ships to find the location of Terra.

Brava washed his face, and suddenly, he felt some uneasiness in his heart.

"Is there any astronomical message today?" Brava looked at the door, and the familiar light of the soul appeared in his eyes. It was a loyal servant who had served him all his life.

"Not delivered yet." The old servant said respectfully.

"I am very disturbed. This is a sign that something is happening." Blava said anxiously.

"With the presence of the Holy Regent of the Empire, all problems will be resolved." The old servant said.

Hearing this, Brava felt a little sense of security in his heart.

Guilliman's presence was reassuring.

As an imperial regent, a savior who saves mankind, the Thirteen Primarchs are undoubtedly qualified.

He is strong, wise and compassionate, and almost all human virtues can be found in him.

Perfect example.

At this time, a hurried pace ran in from outside.

The other party's voice was flustered and uneasy.

"My lord, a message from Vigilante has been encrypted to the scarlet level."

Brava had a solemn expression on his face. He reached out to touch that person, but seeing the dream information carried by the other person, his body trembled involuntarily.

Astropaths are blind and cannot see.

Parchment and data pads are not very helpful for the dreams they want to record, and are generally only used to record the results of dream analysis.

And they need dreams to transmit various information, which requires a special medium to transmit the dream information received by different astropaths.

The messenger itself is a special medium.

They are trained from a young age for this special duty.

When Brava touched each other, he learned the content of the dreams received by other astropaths.

His hands were shaking, and the dream revealed something terrible to him.

The earth is crumbling, the sky is burning, and the ancient Son of Betrayal returns.

They tried to cut off the empire's hold on the other half of the territory.

After destroying Cadia, the fortress planet, the Marauders have set their sights on another planet, Vigilance.

His servants have delivered an ultimatum to the ruler of Vigilus.

Either surrender to the Lord of the Raven, or be completely destroyed.

The emperor's angels who got the information gathered at that place, ready to swear to stop the attack of the great marauder.

But the situation is dire and they need help.

"Call all the high-level astropaths immediately, we need to work together to see clearly what happened to Vigilus!!"

Many high-level psykers quickly responded to the command of the Lord of the Star Language Court, and they came out of their respective secret rooms.

They gathered in a huge hall carved with arcane runes.

With the help of servants, these high-ranking astropaths lie one by one inside arcane technological devices that can connect their minds and souls to everything.

The thin body was soaked in the nutrient solution, and the oxygen in the liquid automatically filled the consumption of the blood, so that they did not need to breathe and would not feel suffocated.

Brava also lay down, and he felt as if he was lying in a coffin.

As energy poured into the electromagnetic circuits of the coffin, a faint light emerged, enveloping the entire device.

With the joint efforts of other astropaths, Brava entered the dreamland.

His soul was thrust into the raging torrent of ether.

The other astropaths use their powers to create barriers for him.

The ominous premonition seized him, making the void soul feel suffocated.

Despair and loss appeared in Brava's heart.

He pushed through the layers of fog and glimpsed the scene of Vigilante.

"For the Emperor." The battle cry echoed in his ears.

He saw the Emperor's angels descending from the sky in rage, their heavy drop pods smashing holes in the ground.

They swung their weapons and charged at the massive foe.

Millions of soldiers are attacking the enemy.

Thousands of ships emerged from rifts in the void and descended on Vigilus.

They are all traitors.

Bearing the hatred of the past, he is determined to overthrow the present with blood.

Countless demons followed the heretic Astartes onto the battlefield.

They tried to completely defeat the defense of the loyalists and lead the world to the abyss of destruction.

Brava moved on, wanting to know why.

Why did the Marauders choose Vigilus as their target?

There are battlefields everywhere and everything is in chaos.

When Brava's consciousness swept across the battlefield.

He found that the Dark Eldar, Orcs, and Necrons had all appeared.

The scale is huge, wreaking havoc on every battlefield.

It was as if an invisible hand had gathered them all to Vigilante.

The demons growled at Brava, sensing the presence of the intruder.

Brava used his skills to evade their pursuit, looking for more clues.

It wasn't until he probed his soul into the warp that he discovered the clue.

The Great Rift tearing apart the galaxy has been stopped near Vigilus.

This means that there is a passage leading to the dark side of the empire.

The purpose of the Great Marauder is to cut off the last road and plunge the other side of the empire into darkness.

"You need to tell your master that the crisis has come. He has delayed too long with Terra."

A strange voice rang in Brava's ears.

Eldar.

Brava realized that the speaking voice belonged to that lost ancient race.

Those guys are more familiar with the warp than humans, and they are all spirit walkers who are proficient in sorcery.

"He has to solve this problem, otherwise there will only be half of the human empire left."

This time, Brava saw the speaker, a masked buffoon.

He wants to talk.

But a demon roared, and it found Brava again.

The other party waved its blue wings, and the scepter in his hand intertwined complex runes.

Tzeentch demon.

A monster born from arcane secrets.

Apparently, it was poised to capture the voyeur's soul.

Before it all got out of hand, the Harlequin pushed Brava out of the way, freeing him from the demons.

Then he disappeared into stardust and fled the battlefield.

Brava felt like he was falling, falling, falling endlessly.

"Do not!"

He let out a piercing scream.

The psionic device crackled and danced with flames.

He stretched out his hands like a drowning man longing for redemption.

The servant helped him up.

"Quickly, go to the Lord Regent. Tell him that something has happened to the Vigilante, which is our channel to the dark side of the empire. Once it falls, we will have no chance to save that lost territory."

It's a bit slow, I thought I could finish writing at eleven o'clock, but I didn't expect it to be delayed until early morning.

I'm wondering why my group has so few people added.

Now, I found out that my management has set a problem for the group, I fuck