Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Like a sharp knife, a gap suddenly appeared on the surface of the physical universe.

Amber light overflows from the rifts of the Warp.

Brighter than a thousand suns.

It impacts all people's perceptions.

The dark void is illuminated.

The sharp blade that splits the space sticks out along the passage it created.

However, that was not a knife.

Rather, it was a gigantic monster made of pure gold and marble, built in the subspace.

A magnificent winged eagle forms its prow, and its hull is inlaid with a huge city of statues and temples.

Every captain who saw this giant ship showed a dumbfounded expression.

They naturally recognized the ship.

Queen of Glory class battleship - Macragge's Glory.

A flagship belonging to the Thirteenth.

It leaped into the battlefield, piercing the swarm like a sharp sword.

Followed by countless unimaginable magnificent ships.

The most dazzling ones are those oval-shaped celestial-class warships.

They are so huge that just coming out of the warp puts a huge burden on real space.

They are like moving worlds.

Cast from steel and marble.

Driven by a power core as bright as a star.

Each one dwarfs the giant ships like Shanzhen and Stone Fortress.

Witnessing such a magnificent fleet, every son of Sanguinius fell into a state of consternation.

When did the Imperium of Man possess such a fearsome fleet.

They had incredible expressions on their faces, and they watched this magnificent fleet enter the battlefield in a daze.

The size of the fleet is so huge.

Even the Tyranids, who are good at overwhelming the enemy with numbers, are not enough.

Following the first beam of light launched by the Glory of Macragge, the fleet launched an attack in unison.

Brilliant rays of light floated in the void.

In an instant, it crossed the endless void, illuminating the infinite darkness, forcing them to give in to the light.

The biological ships shattered or vaporized in silent wailing.

Each beam is so massive that it destroys everything in its path.

Whether it was the wreckage of the starship or the biological ship covered with thick biological armor, they were all ruthlessly destroyed in that terrifying attack.

There are no exceptions to this rule.

The horrific swarm of insects was cut through by a hot knife like butter.

The Librarians feel the pain of the shadows of the warp, the Hive Mind howling in agony.

Intensive lights lit up in the Zerg's biological fleet.

That's the call of death.

The neutron star live ammunition accelerated to the speed of light was launched from those magnificent giant ships, turning all biological ships along the way into dust.

This is a new type of weapon made of strong interaction materials.

Relying on the force field tentacles to eject, it can enter the speed of light in a very short distance.

This new weapon contains the most cutting-edge technology of mankind.

But its attack method is very primitive, that is impact.

Just like steel hitting tofu, the biological ship was smashed into pieces.

The Zerg fleet tried to reverse the direction of the attack, trying to meet new enemies.

But they can't do it anymore.

Soon, even escape will become a luxury for the Zerg fleet.

Except for those horrible neutron star live ammunition.

The terrifying star-destroying beams were fired frequently, and a series of strong lights passed through the Zerg fleet, vaporizing and emptying them.

No matter how large the number is, they are easily crushed like ants in front of the terrifying fleet of the empire.

Hive Will is weakened with the mass death of biological ships.

Not waiting for the Hive Mind to find a way out of this crazy reversal of the situation.

In the Warp, the shadows formed by the Hive Mind also came under attack.

Among the accompanying Imperial ships were ships of the State Church.

Countless believers of the state religion are singing the praises of the emperor.

The lighthouse device installed on it brings together the power of believers and amplifies it.

Such terrifying power of faith condenses in the subspace, bombarding the huge subspace shadow.

Of course, there is no way to directly eliminate the subspace shadow.

Both sides can be attacked at the same time.

For a while, the will of the insect nest lost sight of the other and fell into chaos.

Maintaining a normal level resulted in heavy casualties.

Falling into chaos, let alone the situation.

The massacre of the imperial fleet seemed even crazier.

Batches of biological ships were crushed and quickly harvested like weeds under a sharp sickle.

Any response from the Zerg fleet is useless.

The terrible firepower drove them into a desperate situation.

Those horrible weapons reduced them to charred corpses slowly torn apart in the void.

The Sons of Sanguinius looked at the Zerg fleet that almost drove them to despair, and they all showed suspicious eyes on life.

Why all of a sudden, this Zerg fleet is so hip? ?

Destroyed by this sudden imperial fleet.

It crushed those Zerg biological ships so easily, without the slightest suspense.

It's like dreaming.

The speed is unbelievably fast.

Standing on the bridge, the leader of the Angel's Glory Chapter, Fordalock, looked at the battlefield in the void, and didn't know what to say for a while.

This is the end? ?

Isn't this a dream? ?

"My lord, the Zerg fleet is fleeing, shall we pursue it?" the captain said to Fudalok.

Fudaloke's mind was stunned.

Just now, they were chased by the enemy to the point of death, but now they are chasing and beating them instead? ?

"Pursue them." Fudalok suppressed his chaotic thoughts and responded to his captain.

"clear."

The remaining small ships of the Zerg fleet fled in all directions.

The Sons of Sanguinius who came back to their senses ordered the crew to join the team to destroy the remaining Zerg ships.

The main star of Bawei.

"Give him up, he's dead." Oldamair, the priest of the Blood Angels, pushed Tiers away, "Let's go, kid, run, run in the direction of Angel Castle, you will live of."

Tiers looked at his father kneeling on the ground with pain and reluctance on his face.

"Listen to him, boy," said Yogi with the last of his strength, a smile on his tortured face.

A spike pierced his heart and lungs.

He can feel his vitality is constantly disappearing.

He couldn't survive.

But Yogi didn't feel much sad.

This life of suffering is finally coming to an end.

Yogi didn't expect the Emperor to take him into his arms.

His life was ordinary and ordinary, unknown to the public.

Tormented by worldly suffering and hurt by life's setbacks.

A mediocre person like him is as innumerable as the stars in the sky.

His wife died in his arms, and there was nothing he could do.

As a father, he places his hopes on his children.

When everything is broken, he only vents his dissatisfaction with his life journey to his children.

Forgive me, Tiers, forgive your cowardly father.

Forgive me, my love, forgive your impotent husband.

Forgive me, holy Emperor, for the sin of a humble soul who has vented all her misery and dissatisfaction upon you.

The toxin spread, and Yogi fell down.

He fell into never-ending darkness.

The soul is released from the body and enters the world of nothingness.

That is where all the dead belong.

In that world, he heard the evil roar, saw the rolling malice.

The laughter of the mad gods came from the blood-red and ugly ocean, and they let out terrifying roars.

Those evil beings attacked from all directions like a pack of hungry wolves.

Howling and screaming, they tried to devour the weakling's soul.

However, a ray of golden light enveloped Yugi.

His consciousness merged with that ray of light, and countless voices rang in his ears, as if countless souls were welcoming him.

Everything came to an end.

the emperor never cared

The demons roared at the disappearing light, they hated the existence.

Again, and again, their food was taken away.

In tears, Tiers fled his father's body, stumbling through the hellish landscape.

The heavy, tired body resisted his commands.

He moved slowly through the gap between the advancing tanks.

All kinds of red and black chariots rumbled past.

They are very large.

Tiers had to be very careful.

Those tanks' attention was on the enemy, and any mortal who got in their way would be crushed to pieces.

The enemy intensified the bombardment.

When the liquid ball hits the ground, it becomes an explosive fire.

Chemical fires filled a large area of ​​the killing zone outside the void shield of Angel Castle.

The spore sacs fell from the sky, bombarding the surface like meteorites.

Tanks rumbled through those areas, rushing towards the crazy tyranid swarm.

Tiers saw a tentacled ball of flesh fall from the air and explode near a tank.

The armor baffle was splashed with corrosive liquid, making a sizzling sound.

Tiers panicked, he squeezed his body and tried to run.

He has to live, no matter what the reason is, at least he has to work hard and find a way to live.

The damaged brain recalled part of his memories of being a brave young man, and a part of his body surged with strength.

Tiers ran to a wall formed by a violet void shield.

The wall is curved and looks like soap bubbles, but it is very strong and can stop all violence.

Tiers gritted his teeth and passed through the void shield.

That's not pleasant behavior.

The violent energy covered his body.

Great pain tore his soul.

It was as if he had given up a part of himself in order to survive.

A wall made of concrete and steel bars appeared in front of him.

Plastic-steel shields shield heavy bolters and lascannons protruding from the walls.

And in the slit-like blast holes, heavily armed space fighters stood.

Their missile launchers and plasma cannons unleash barrages of fire on the enemy.

Tiers walked towards a small door, and the other mortals who retreated followed behind him.

Safety is approaching, but the terror of the night is not over yet.

A terrible howl ripped through the darkness, this time from the front.

The deafening squeal of multiple jet engines drowned out all other noise.

Space Marines in black armor jumped from high walls, jump packs gleaming in the dark,

They yelled incoherently as they fell to the ground.

The action is crazy and it looks like a beast.

Some black-armored warriors bypassed the mortals like Tiers.

But one raised an arcing ax to mortals.

"Death to the traitor, death to Horus," the warrior yelled frantically.

There was a great clash of metal on metal, and the weapons of the angels collided with each other with a loud bang.

An angelic cleric braced the ax with his winged skeleton staff, and the two weapons sparked in rage at contact.

"The enemy is on the front lines, not here. They are innocent civilians suffering from the treachery of traitors, let them pass, let them pass."

The priest's words brought the black-armored warrior back to a little bit of sanity, and they ran and shouted forward.

A few space marines in red armor emerged from within, and they helped the terrified mortals into the walls.

"You are safe, Baal, you survived," said one warrior.

Tiers didn't have any excited expressions, and neither did the other Baal people.

They have lost too much.

Or rather, they have nothing left.

The Death Company charged onto the battlefield like wild beasts, overtaking the tanks and charging towards the Tyranids in a savage rage.

This is their last glory.

"Come on, traitor, come to Ka Suo, come to fight me, come to meet your death."

A death dreadnought painted black took heavy steps and roared loudly through a loudspeaker.

"Come to meet your doom, hateful lackeys of Chaos, come to feel the wrath of the angels, Angron's sons, those treacherous sons of Horus, get out. Whether you scream or remain silent, Ka Suo will Throw your heart at the feet of St. Kylis, the walls of the palace stand still, the gates of eternity will never be opened to you, and the spines of your corpses will be smashed before the emperor's throne."

The priest of the Blood Angels Chapter, Aldameier, looked sadly at the metal sarcophagus that had fallen into madness and rushed towards the giant Tyranid creature not far away.

He recognized the fearless owner, Ka Suo.

Kaso was once one of the best fighters of the Blood Angels Chapter.

Even after being buried in the sarcophagus, he fought as an ancient warrior for a long time.

But he eventually fell into madness and became a member of the death company.

His fate seemed to warn the other Sons of Sanguinius that no matter how noble and heroic they may have been, they would not escape the fate of the gene-seed curse.

The fighters of the Lost Tower were released.

Howling with rage, they lost themselves in visions of ten thousand years ago.

Pastors gave up guiding them.

There's no point in doing that anymore.

They are completely lost.

Warriors fight like the scariest demons, tearing apart those alien monsters with their weapons and fists.

A group of Zerg warriors, Gaunt, and Zerg Saint Titans are flocking to them.

There was also support from the city wall.

Cannonballs, energy beams, flaming chemicals, roaring missiles and rumbling swarms of tanks.

Both sides are fighting crazily.

Odameier believes that this may be the scene of hell in mythology.

The Death Company plunged into the depths of the Tyranid swarm, and countless Tyranid creatures fell at their feet.

These demented warriors can fight on with the most horrific wounds on their backs.

But they are not immortal, these warriors who yearn for the final glory fell one by one in front of the monsters attacking the Archangel's homeland.

Standing on the city wall, Dante watched as the lost warriors were sent out from the Tower of Lost and unleashed onto the battlefield.

The Terran creatures were pushed back under the berserk onslaught of the Death Company, gaining a buffer again.

But this is not something to be happy about.

"How many sacrifices do you have to make in exchange for victory." Dante stared at the crazy battlefield and said in a low voice.

A bright light suddenly fell from the sky.

So fast, people have no time to react.

The bright beam of light instantly connected the sky and the earth, and formed a huge shock wave in a radius of hundreds of meters at the landing point, and the Tai Lun in the center was directly vaporized.

Dante was stunned for a moment, then looked to the sky.

The space defense in low-Earth orbit should have been destroyed by the time Tyron hit the surface.

How could there be bombing in low earth orbit! !

As if in response to his bewilderment, hundreds of lights simultaneously lit up the dark sky, illuminating the sky.

More intensive orbital bombardment fell on the swarm.

Crazy.

Like raindrops.

"My lord, we have won. The Tyranid fleet on the Skyrim has failed, and they are fleeing. The Regent of the Empire, the Primarch of the Ultramarines - Guilliman, has returned. By God, the Emperor, my lord, You can't imagine. Their fleet, their fleet is too magnificent, and in less than an hour, the main force of the Tyranids was defeated, and all other biological ships were fleeing Baal."

A priority communication appeared in front of Dante, and he chose to answer it.

The voice on the comm was full of excitement.

It was also difficult for Dante to sort out the confusion for a while, so he won inexplicably like this? ?

Without waiting for him to think deeply.

The sound of the horn echoed on Baal like the roar of a war beast.

Rays of light lit up on Baal's surface, forming portals of light.

The huge troops holding the flag of the imperial double-headed eagle filed out of it, killing the Tyranid swarm that was on the verge of collapse.

A great hero also appeared surrounded by many warriors.