Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 229

  Chapter 229 Who can guarantee his loyalty? (seeking subscription)

  Odameier watched the troops coming out of the light.

  The huge golden double eagle emblem is shining, full of sacred aura.

  The suspended anti-gravity tank rumbled.

   Huge railguns unleash firepower.

   Shred everything in its path.

  Dozens of huge, streamlined fighter planes flew across the sky.

  They roared past, and countless shells fell on the ground, making a huge roar.

   Then, they transformed into heavy titans in the air.

  The artillery beam in his hand roared and fell, sweeping across a large area.

  The power weapon shining with cracking brilliance emitted a bright arc, swept across, and shattered most of the Tyranid creatures into pieces in one blow.

  In just a short moment, the entire ground was covered with fragmented skeletons.

   Ground infantry wears heavily armed exoskeleton armor.

  The shoulder cannon on the back keeps bombarding the enemies within sight.

  The pulse laser gun in his hand shot at those small Tyranid creatures.

   The strength of this force surpassed Odameier's imagination.

  He couldn't help guessing that if this army was the opponent of the Blood Angels.

  How long can the Sons of Sanguinius last?

  Odameier has no idea of ​​defeating this army.

  Those weapons he had never seen before, much stronger than the weapons used by the Blood Angels.

   It is not through courage and sacrifice that the gap can be erased.

  War goes on with trumpets sounding.

  When the trumpets reached their peak.

  A team of extraordinary warriors wearing various armors stepped out of the light.

  The only common decoration is the golden double-headed eagle on their thick battle armor.

  Each of them is so powerful, they are the same kind of Odameier.

   is a super soldier created by gene seeds and transformation surgery.

  Odameier can intuitively see that those fighters are bigger in size and feel more oppressive.

   Obviously, they have been improved.

   Stronger and bigger.

   Those Zerg are not their opponents at all.

   Gunter was crushed ruthlessly, and the Bug Saint Titan fell under their attack.

  Those heavy behemoths howled in despair one after another.

   Soon, they cleared a large open space.

  These mighty fighters form a team.

   At the end, with the sound of war horns, a hero recorded in mythology appeared.

  He is as tall as a god, and his eyes reveal endless majesty.

  A golden double-headed eagle is etched on the azure power armor, shining under the reflection of the artillery fire.

  The halo of the Iron Cross behind it flows with divine light.

   So solemn.

   So divine.

  So awe-inspiring.

  Odameier watched the appearance of the son of myth.

  The other party did not wear a helmet, but only wore a beautiful laurel crown carved in pure gold on his forehead.

  He showed his noble face,

   All the miracles and lights of this world gathered in one piece are enough to make everyone present their eternally loyal faces the moment they see it.

  Mankind has continued until now, and there is only one supreme monarch who is worshiped and admired wholeheartedly.

   And now, mankind is about to usher in another equally great figure.

  Time passed, and after struggling in despair for thousands of years, mankind once again gained a king who could be trusted and loved by the world.

  Odameier was shocked and surprised.

  As the priest of the Blood Angels Chapter, he naturally knew the identity of the opponent.

  The Lord of Ultramar, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, the King of the Five Hundred Worlds, the Sword of Unity, and the Ruler of Armies.

   Now, he is also the Regent of the Empire, the Savior of Mankind, the Light of Redemption from the Darkness, the Leader Against Chaos, and the Heir to the Will of the Emperor.

   His titles are so many.

  Each one represents his noble status and ability.

  On the battlefield, humans slaughtered those Zerg monsters overwhelmingly.

  No force can stop Guilliman's will, those loyal warriors will smash everything, without exception.

"Who is it, is it Horus?" The former blood angel hero, the fearless who was tortured by endless rage, roared through the sounder, "Taste my wrath. Listen to the shameful traitors, I am still standing Instead, the Emperor is laying his hand on my shoulders, and I am death incarnate."

   "The Blood Angels never evolve, we are loyalty incarnate, we are eternal rage, take your punishment, traitor."

   The Dreadnought's voice was so loud, the heavy mecha held a heavy bolter on one side, and claws that arced on the other.

   The **** roars of the other Death Company fighters echoed the roar of the Dreadnought.

  The strong original cast warriors had to control these lost people after clearing out the Zerg, so as to prevent them from accidentally injuring friendly troops.

   "Don't try to control me, traitors." Facing the goodwill of the friendly forces, Dauntless, who was lost in rage, roared, and he raised his weapon.

  Odameier rushed over, trying to prevent this from happening.

   Just when the tragic scene of brother-in-law killing was about to take place, Guilliman spoke.

  His voice is sonorous, powerful, and extremely penetrating. Even on a chaotic battlefield, he can accurately reach everyone's ears.

   "Lost ones, recognize the enemy and yourself, and don't be fooled by the fury, don't be fooled by the gods."

  The voice pierced the black fury like light, giving these lost souls a chance to breathe.

   Ka Suo, who was buried in the sarcophagus, stopped attacking.

   He gazed at Guilliman and recognized the legendary hero.

"My lord, Lord Guilliman of the Thirteenth Legion? Has our reinforcements arrived?" Ka Suo twisted his heavy mech body and looked at Aldameier who was rushing towards him, "I My blood brother, behold, our reinforcements have arrived. We are victorious, and Horus will be defeated. Our walls stand, and our Father will soar again. Reinforcements are coming, as they promised .”

  Caso's tone was full of excitement, as if a child got the candy he wanted.

  Oldameier showed sadness, he knew that Guilliman had awakened some of these people's sanity.

   But they were already lost, lost in the illusion of ten thousand years ago in endless rage.

   They believe they are still fighting on Terra, facing the loathsome traitors.

   "Yes, we won. Caso, we won." Odameier said.

   "We have won, the Gate of Eternity stands firm." Ka Suo yelled, and so did the other Death Company soldiers.

  Guilliman's voice stabilized the soldiers of Death Company, and Aldameier and several other priests were able to guide them away from the battlefield.

  The soldiers of the Death Company are a terrible nightmare for the enemy, but if left unchecked, they can also be a nightmare for the friendly army.

  The war is over.

   At the moment when the great man arrives, it has come to an end.

  Guilliman walked towards the Castle of Angels, and Dante was also shocked by the appearance of this son of myth.

   But he still remains calm.

  He hurried down with the Holy Blood Guard, saluted the Primarch, and welcomed him into the Angel Castle.

  Tils watched the noble man in the crowd, and walked towards Angel Castle accompanied by countless powerful warriors.

  Show smiles to all civilians in the direction.

  That kind of smile is very sincere, without any adulteration.

  Tils has only seen that kind of smile on his mother's face, which is the infinite pampering for the one he loves.

  From that smile, Tiers drew an absurd guess that was impossible to convince anyone.

  The great man loved all men as he loved himself.

  Most of the area outside Angel Castle has been reduced to ruins.

  Dante only guarded the core building.

  If Guilliman was slower, Dante felt that the last buildings might have been reduced to ruins.

   Before holding a formal meeting, Guilliman chose to spend some time alone with Dante.

   For this legendary imperial hero, he needs some time to understand.

  They were talking in the highest hall of Angel Castle.

  Here you can overlook the wilderness with a radius of hundreds of miles.

   Imperial forces are still cleaning out the last Zerg.

  Millions of hooves and claws move sand dunes to level ground.

  The desert is full of deep pits, which were formed by Tyrannos hitting the surface.

   The outlines of these deep pits will remain clearly visible for centuries to come.

  A large number of Zerg corpses lay in the desert, and the alien blood exuding a corrosive smell soaked every corner.

  The blood stops the sand from moving.

   On the deserted planet of Barr, there will be no large-scale rainfall, which means that the blood will stay there for a long time.

  The sand dunes will recover again in the future.

  However, Tyrann's invasion will not be erased, and will leave a permanent mark on Baal.

  The buildings built around the Angel Fort became ruins.

  They bore the brunt of the Tyranid attacks. crushed by that heavy beast.

  Many of the decorated statues have collapsed, broken beyond repair.

  Even on the Angel Fortress, the Tyranids left their mark, the cathedral was badly damaged, and not a single window in the Hermitage Castle was intact.

  Guilliman stood at the highest point of Castle Angel, thinking about how much time and resources it would take to transform Baal into a livable world.

  This approach was not advocated before.

  The rulers of the empire prefer to invest resources in enjoyment and war. They have never been keen on things like changing the living environment.

  Guilliman doesn't care what those idiots think.

  He has a point of view.

  In a war that does not know how long it will last, the most important thing is to develop the basic disk.

   Don't be led by the nose by the enemy.

   Don't try to use blitzkrieg to gain any strategic victory.

  The reformed planet can continue to provide him with resources, troops and talents.

  The resources obtained from various worlds should be fed back again to improve human survival and increase the number and quality of the population.

  A man who gives everything to choose once and a man who can choose countless times.

   The winning percentage is not the same.

  The former cannot always be so lucky.

  The latter can always be trial and error.

  It is a smart strategy to let the empire grow like a snowball.

  Guilliman wants to run the galaxy.

  He wants the entire universe if necessary.

   and even other universes.

  As long as the development can keep up, the more backups, the more opportunities for fault tolerance.

   Dante stood behind Guilliman, and he didn't speak.

  He gazed at the primarch's tall form.

   He had heard the story of the Primarch countless times since he was a child.

  He always believed that those stories exaggerated certain attributes of the Primarch, so as to make people more religious.

  It will only be discovered when it can be really touched.

   In fact, those legends did not exaggerate anything.

   Primarchs have charisma and leadership skills, they can make people surrender to them from the heart.

  The legendary stories that shrouded Guilliman added a touch of divinity to him.

   At this moment, however, Dante sees the humanity of Guilliman.

  It is as if the human essence has been distilled a hundred times and injected into the giant's body.

  Beyond human, also become more human.

  Guilliman is the perfect example of a divine human being in every way, save for a huge scar that runs across his throat.

   After a moment of silence, Guilliman broke the silence.

   "My team of narrators have been working hard to create a brief history of your illustrious career, and your deeds are too numerous to count."

  Dante said: "Those are my duties, and they are not worth mentioning. As long as there is an enemy of the empire alive, I will continue to fight until the last moment."

"Your loyalty is unquestionable, Dante." Guilliman said with a smile, "You must continue to maintain such excellent qualities. The crisis of the empire is still going on. The imperial fleet is everywhere to put out fires, but those enemies always come after us. Turning back again, I need the help of every loyalist."

   "It is my honor, my lord." Dante said.

"Dante." Guilliman's tone became serious, "There are some things, maybe I should give you some buffer time. But that's impossible. The human empire doesn't have that much time, every day Waste is bought at the expense of innocent people."

   "The High Lords Council was disbanded by me, and the old bureaucratic system was destroyed by me. Half of them died, and half were thrown into the punishment camp by me. They are unwilling to give up their power, so I can only help them give up."

"The old system was inefficient and bloated and no longer met my needs. For this reason, I chose a new system. Many people call this behavior a rebellion. They say I am trying to take my father's position." Kiri Man didn't shy away, he stared at Dante.

  The identity of the opponent is the spiritual pillar of the Blood Angels.

  Abolish the High Lords Council and comprehensively reform the empire. These radical ideas have made many people dissatisfied.

  This kind of opposition stems from not adapting to the new era, and there are also some original vested interests.

  Dante is a hero of the old age, possessing almost unlimited glory and power.

  Guilliman had to ensure that the hero would not side with the opposition.

  Dante's eyes showed surprise, but he didn't speak.

  He has seen the terrible army outside.

  It is not that simple for the Primarch to control such a powerful army.

  The intensity of the reform is probably far beyond his imagination.

   A lot of old stuff has been abolished.

  The stagnant empire was revived.

  This is a very incredible thing for a walking dead empire.

  If you want to revitalize a dead tree, you must cut off the dead parts and let the intact parts grow again.

   Empire too.

  Dante can imagine how many things Guilliman cut down in order to have an army with advanced technology and powerful force.

  He speculated about the will of the Primarch. If the Blood Angels were unwilling to accept those reforms, what tough measures would the Primarch take? ?

  Guilliman reached out and slid a few times, and several holographic projections emerged between the two of them.

  Dante stared at these holographic projections, which displayed brand new warships and original cast warriors, as well as various weapons.

"I admit that what I have done is almost a rebellion. I have abolished many traditional prohibitions and asked those people to make changes so that I can get a strong enough army. The gods are laughing in the dark universe, and the aliens are eroding mankind territory, everything is going from bad to worse."

"In such a dark universe, there is no means that should not be used. As long as the survival of mankind can be guaranteed, I can do anything. Dante, it is time to make a choice, embrace change or maintain tradition. I I don't force you to be loyal to me, I just hope that you don't become an obstacle, you can become a neutral person, and then live a happy life of an ordinary person with my efforts."

"Your father's bloodline is very strong, they occupy an important space in my plan, Sanguinius' bloodline will be strengthened, get new battleships, new technologies, new weapons and equipment, with those, you can crush Crush those worms like crushing ants. You are very important to them, Dante. You are their belief and the embodiment of Sanguinius they think. If you stand against me, everything will not come true. "

  Dante stared at Guilliman, his eyes were very deep, hiding the wisdom of the entire universe.

  He had seen how powerful Guilliman's army was.

   Sweep everything.

   Nothing can be their enemy.

  The terrifying Tyranids were crushed.

   It was smashed to pieces like a piece of mud.

  The shadow formed by the will of the hive was defeated, truly defeated.

   This is something Dante has never seen.

   Empire has never achieved such a result.

  In the past, there were very few successful campaigns against the Zerg.

   Not to mention repelling Tyron.

After hesitating for a moment, Dante made his own decision. He looked at Guilliman and said sincerely, "I am very confused and tired, but I will not be stingy in serving you. The universe is changing, and human beings have stagnated For too long, like a pool of stagnant water, I agree with you, my lord. The empire needs some changes, and mankind needs some changes."

  Guilliman put his hand on Dante's shoulder armor, showing a relieved smile.

   "Thank you, Dante. You saved me a lot of trouble and distress. After talking about this matter, we have to talk about a more secret matter. Turn off all the equipment here and restore it to its original state."

  Dante hesitated for a moment, but he did it anyway.

  As the final buzz slowly disappeared, the highest level of Angel Castle was isolated in the wasteland without technology.

"This time, I came to Baal. Besides saving you, I have another more important purpose. My brother, your holy father, Sanguinius was killed in the Battle of Horus. But that kind of killing It wasn't that easy to die, his soul was broken."

"As Primarchs, we have the essence of the subspace, are immortal, and can be resurrected like demons. Some people will take a long time to resurrect, and some people can be resurrected quickly. My brother, fire Vulkan, Primarch of the Lizards, he can regenerate in just a few days, while others take much longer."

"In any case, we shall be resurrected and walk the world again. The other Primarchs have begun to return slowly, and they will gather on Terra in the last days of declaring war on the gods. However, your father appeared some The problem is that his soul is fragmented, and only by finding his soul can he be resurrected."

  When Dante heard this, he immediately stayed where he was.

   After a while, he spoke, his tone hesitated, and he couldn't believe what he heard.

   "Can it really be resurrected?"

  Guilliman nodded, "If there are no accidents."

   If there is an accident, Guilliman will have to consider cloning Sanguinius.

   After all, the system mission is there, if there is no way to get Sanguinius back to Terra.

  What about his mission?

  The second stage gave him the technology and knowledge reserves to build a subspace firewall.

   But these are just defenses.

  Humans need means and power to attack.

   "Then what can I do about it?" Dante asked excitedly.

"The only fragments known so far are the Vengeful Spirit, and this Sanguinius mask on your head, I need to get it." Guilliman said, "This is the only one, know that Sanguinius I'm still looking for other words, and I believe there will be results soon."

"The layout for the Spirit of Vengeance has already begun on Scarlet Earth. The Glory of Macragge will stay in Baal. The will of the blood **** is watching here. Chaos will notice my arrival, but they will not notice my departure. Abaddon will get the wrong information, and when he attacks Crimson Earth, that's when he falls into a trap."

   Dante couldn't hide his excitement.

   Hearing that Sanguinius could be resurrected made it difficult for him to keep calm.

  He took off the mask, revealing an old face, and the years have left traces on his face.

  Dante handed the mask to Guilliman, and he stared at Guilliman with expectation in his eyes.

   "Please be sure to bring him back, my lord."

  Guilliman nodded, and he turned his head to look outside Baal, looking at those desolate places and the panicked Baal people.

   "In addition to letting the son of Sanguinius accept the reform. Dante, I have a secondary task to give."

   "What mission?" Dante asked.

"These planets are hell. For 10,000 years, you have recruited the strong and abandoned the weak. Maybe you think this will make the warriors of the empire stronger. But I don't think so. My brother's depravity stems from their cruelty to mortals. Arrogant, they forget what they are fighting for. Honor and victory in battle prevail, and they ignore the voices of mortals."

"This is the source of their depravity. We must know what we fight for, Dante. We fight to protect those who suffer, and honor is just a by-product of the process. No one will willingly fight for someone who is not happy." It is wrong for people to send their children to battle to be ravaged by the empire. We must do our part, and when we ask those people to give more, we do You have to give them more first."

   "The Church of the Mechanics assists you in changing Baal's climate to make it habitable. People deserve happiness, not suffering, and that's why we fight for it."

   "I'll do it," Dante said.

Guilliman nodded, "Then let us go out now, those fighters and commanders are waiting for us, after that, I have to leave secretly and return to Red Earth Star. When Abaddon thought I was still in Baal Sometimes, he will show his arrogance and flaws, then he will fail, and we will get the soul fragment of Sanguinius."

  In the shelter of Angel Castle, the rising sun injected a bit of warmth into this cold place.

  The surviving mortals are placed here.

  Everything they experienced during this period was enough to overshadow the first half of their lives.

   They held weapons, manipulated cannons against the Zerg, and witnessed the space warriors rushing to death.

   witnessed the miracle.

   A living Primarch saves Baal.

  He is as perfect and powerful as the myths and legends.

  The armies that obeyed him were invincible, crushing the Tyranids that Baal had despaired of.

  People were talking to each other, and the noisy voice echoed in the corridor of the hall.

   When several angels walked over with the servants, they fell silent.

  The armor of those angels shone like there was no war.

   Their emblems are simpler and more primitive than those of other angels.

   They move carefully among the poor refugees, afraid of stepping on them.

  The power of the battle armor is powerful, even an accidental injury is enough to disable a person.

   Behind them, human servants in uniform help them.

   Younger children were singled out and taken away.

   "What are you doing?" a man asked.

An angel stopped in his tracks, "I was ordered to conduct a comprehensive assessment of them. The blood war regiment suffered heavy casualties, and we need a batch of new blood. The imperial regent brought brand-new technology, and he lifted the ban. expansion in order to defend other human worlds."

  Tiers was also picked out, and a white-robed angel saw the scar on his forehead.

   "How did this come about?"

  Tiers was a little scared, "One, one, old, old injury. I participated in the selection of angels, fell down, and there is, there is an old injury."

  The angel stretches out his left arm.

  A device inflates the armor, and a small light-transmitting device pops out of the armor.

  The angel pressed Tiers' head, and purple light emitted from his fingertips.

  The device hums.

  Tiers wanted to be brave, but his lips trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Son, you have some flaws, but it can be repaired, and you will have the qualifications to become an angel. In the past, this is an impossible thing. The **** battle group is broken, and they need a lot of new blood. Kid Master Liman has brought a new technology, which can minimize the risk of becoming an angel, congratulations."

  Tils's face showed astonishment, and his frightened eyes lit up.

   "This, is this true?"

   "Yes, child, don't question it." The angel said.

  Tiers shed tears. It would be great if his father was still there, so that he could share the joy of the moment.

  It's a pity that what is lost will never come back.

   This is the cruelty of fate.

  Everything can only go forward.

  At the meeting, Guilliman announced several reforms.

   Shocked many of the surviving commanders.

  Some people think it couldn't be more perfect.

   Some people think this is an act of betraying the way of the empire.

   Dante is Guilliman's platform, which makes many warbands only choose to accept.

  However, several wargroups chose to leave on the spot as a protest against Guilliman's actions.

  The leader of the Meat Tearers, Seth, is one of them.

  He roared angrily in the underground tomb of Angel Castle, as if he wanted to summon those sleeping heroic spirits to put pressure on Guilliman.

  When Dante came down, he was still very angry, roaring that this was a betrayal, a betrayal of the empire, of the emperor.

   "He brings deliverance." Dante tries to convince an enraged Seth.

   "Today, he can change the system left by the emperor. After a while, what will you use to guarantee that he will not take the position of the emperor."

Seth growled, "He changed the Adeptus Astartes, he changed the Mechanicum, he changed the empire system, everything changed, the traces of the emperor were erased, he became the only voice in the empire people."

   "Lord Baal, can you guarantee that he will never ascend the golden throne of Terra? Can you guarantee that he will never become the new Lord of Mankind?"

   "Seth, your words are too radical, anger should not dominate you, use your reason to think about this matter." Dante said.

"This is my reason, Lord Baal." Seth roared, "He will take the position of Emperor of Mankind, and he will become the new Lord of Mankind. Just watch, Lord Baal, my words will one day will become a reality."

  (end of this chapter)

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