Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 283

Chapter 283 Killing God (for subscription)

The war horns placed on the Wall of Eternity and the Wall of Victory, as well as the many towers and fortresses, made a sharp and rough sound.

It was deafening, and people couldn't help but feel a solemn and awe-inspiring thought.

The process of the ceremony and celebration is recorded by the recording equipment carried by the servo skull and the cherubs, and then transmitted to the solar system and even the galaxy through various communication methods.

This is definitely the greatest celebration in human history.

It is much more amazing than those scenes recorded in mythology.

Every place where the ceremony can be seen is full of people.

Below the big screens where the broadcast was broadcast, there were also crowds of people.

The hoarse horn sound slowly faded away, like the dim roar of an ancient giant beast gradually fading into mythology.

After the sound of the trumpet disappeared, the big bell on the tower at the highest point of the Imperial Heroes Square was rang immediately after.

The majestic bells echoed in the magnificent metal city, floating in every corner, echoing in the mountainous machinery factories and space ports.

People watched the beginning of this grand ceremony with piety and grief.

They stared at the grand gate of the throne room through broadcast or using super-vision devices.

The imperial guards in golden armor stood at the door with weapons in hand.

Compared with that door, their strong bodies are very small.

Countless eyes watched the door open silently under the ringing bell.

Countless voices mixed with grief swept through the crowd and echoed everywhere.

Through the slowly opened crack of the door, people saw the diffuse golden mist pouring out of it, spreading on the magnificent steps.

Ethereal and mournful whispers can be faintly heard.

The Primarchs wore funeral gowns and carried a heavy coffin, and slowly walked out of the throne room.

The top officials of the empire followed closely behind them, seeing off the first human lord.

Watching this scene, people covered their mouths, tears could not stop streaming down, and the sound of sobbing filled the air.

Some men and women with weak control couldn't help crying.

"Remember this moment, child. We will never forget the hate, and one day we will avenge our protector." A young mother holds up her young child to watch the funeral of the protector of humanity , said in a mournful voice in his ear.

This is an eternal hatred that will never be forgiven and undone.

The high gods slew their guardians.

The will to revenge is burning, it will be unleashed, and it will consume everything.

Whether it is the stars or the gods, they will burn under this anger.

Humans and gods, there must be a complete fall.

The Primarchs approached the throne room steps.

A slight mechanical hum sounded, and a huge flying hovercraft slowly lifted into the air and docked in front of them smoothly.

It is a long distance from the throne room of the palace to the mechanical throne used by Guilliman to ascend the throne. More importantly, the throne is still in the void, so it is impossible to reach it simply by walking.

Even if you can walk, it's a waste of time.

People's emotions will be dominated by exhaustion, and they feel that celebrations and funerals are too cumbersome.

For this reason, the celebration also needs to be planned well.

The Primarchs carried the Emperor's coffin onto the suspended platform.

A large group of strange flying objects flew over from all directions at this moment, forming a huge parade.

Servo skulls, cherubs, cloned genetic creations, old priests sitting on anti-gravity levitators, clerks with huge books bound, narrators who are eligible to participate in recording the event.

The parade was irregular.

Guilliman has to take care of the ideas of each faction, make them eligible to participate, and not make them feel excluded.

The procession appeared in the sea of fog formed by burning incense.

The thick, scented smoke was swirled by the banners they carried.

The scale of the parade is extremely large.

Tens of thousands of floating, levitator-riding representatives mournfully chant the Emperor's Hymn.

Thousands of different hymns were sung simultaneously by poets with various beautiful melodies, spreading to all parts of the galaxy.

The automatic preacher was suspended in the air, roaring with religious vocabulary, proclaiming the greatness of the emperor, and proclaiming the grief and hatred of his departure.

The suspended platform lifted the coffin of the original body and the emperor, flew along the city of Terra Palace, and then went to the mechanical throne in the void to complete the final enthronement ceremony.

The Royal Palace is a magnificent building built in the Himalayas and occupying the entire plateau.

If you count the periphery, the imperial palace and the vassal cities barely occupy the entire continent.

The Primarch's team set off from the throne room and marched along the eternal road that ran through the entire city of Terra.

The Eternal Avenue stretches all the way, and along the way, it is polished with huge stones collected from all over the Milky Way, and then cast into many famous palace buildings such as the Eternal Wall, Lions Gate, and the Victory Wall.

At the beginning, the Loyalists fought against the rebels headed by Horus in these places, fighting so hard that the stars were eclipsed.

Such a doomsday scene, Guilliman still can't forget it. In the true sense, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The air is full of burning plasma and blood.

Under the majestic high walls, huge towers and sturdy halls soar upwards, overlooking the inner court, the legal building and the hegemonic tower.

And a little further outside, it belongs to the residences of imperial councilors and high-level people.

The astronomical court where the astropaths are located is closer to the inner court.

That area looks a little cold, and few people like to take the initiative to approach the astropath.

Not even birds will pass through that area.

The fear and loathing of the subspace is deep in the genes of every creature.

The huge parade, under the protection of many brave warriors, walked out of the huge palace and followed the city of Terra to Lions Gate Airport, the largest space port in the empire.

Huge port building connects low earth orbit to the void.

Wherever the parade passed, the men, women and children onlookers all looked sad.

At one point someone cried until they fainted.

It is difficult for people to suppress the grief in their hearts.

Their eyes were placed in the exquisite coffin, watching the protector who had been silent for thousands of years leave the palace and them.

Under the watchful eyes of the people, the procession reached the Lions Gate.

At this time, a huge teleportation light gate has been built in the magnificent airport.

For such a major ceremony, it is naturally impossible to use the elevator to go to the void.

The Primarchs carried the coffin, and the floating platform slowly flew into the light gate.

In the blink of an eye, they appeared on a huge metal fortress platform in the void.

The gravity device binds the air and temperature, allowing the parade and sightseeing people to breathe freely on it without any protective measures.

On this platform, there is actually no audience.

Instead, the army.

Countless armies.

On the iron-gray metal platform, a bright ocean rolls.

Heraldry and banners are flying.

Soldiers, tanks, suspended fighters and titans, besides the platform, there is also a large and magnificent fleet.

The Mechanicus created this huge platform, shaping a world in the void like a god, just to prepare for this grandest ceremony.

Those war machines are in an active state, and the sound of the engine is booming.

The huge Titan is like a terrifying metal behemoth. Even in the picture taken through the servo skull, the distortion caused by the vibration of the engine can be clearly seen.

The magnificent giant ship is suspended in the void, like a continuous metal mountain range, silent in the cold and dark, but no one dares to underestimate the terrifying power contained in it.

When the Emperor's coffin walks by.

All the soldiers knelt down on one knee.

Those heavy dreadnoughts also lowered their heads.

They watched in silence as the floating platform on which the Primarchs sat flew across the avenue.

The whole world remained silent, except for the sound of machinery running and the sound of war flags fluttering, there was no movement.

These heroes who fought for the empire bid farewell to the protectors of mankind and the lords they once served in a unique way.

The speed of the suspended platform is well controlled, and it reaches the end point - the mechanical high platform within the set time.

The mechanical high platform on which the throne is placed is hundreds of kilometers high. In a sense, it is an out-and-out metal mountain.

The Emperor's coffin was finally placed in the stasis field next to the magnificent throne.

There is nothing in the coffin.

This is just a symbol.

symbolizes the never-forgotten hatred, symbolizes that the Emperor never left.

The activated force field light enveloped the coffin.

Many Primarchs, led by Guilliman, knelt on one knee and offered the last courtesy for the Emperor's departure.

When Guilliman stood up, Mathieu and several living saints also walked over from the side.

Living saints are the bearers of the unyielding will of human beings. They have independent bodies and a certain degree of freedom.

Before he left, the Emperor handed over the power of faith to Guilliman.

These living saints were also handed over in a sense.

From now on, they will serve and fight for Guilliman.

Living saints don't only appear in the group of fighting nuns, as long as they have an unyielding will, a pure heart, and absolute loyalty to the emperor, they may be blessed.

For example, Sly Marbo, the tough guy from Catachan, Gossler from the Imperial Guard, and so on.

Of course, the living saint is not simply the Virgin.

The concept of Our Lady is dangerous.

Especially in such a dangerous universe, the kindness to aliens and traitors is the greatest cruelty to those who want to live.

Living saints do not represent kindness to some extent.

They will kill those individuals who threaten the survival of human beings with a thunderous attitude.

Even those alliances that may threaten the overall interests of mankind may be regarded as enemies.

For this reason, living saints represent more human interests.

Mathieu walked towards Guilliman, a living saint named Annes with wings and similar to Celestine.

Holding in her hand is the crown of golden eagle and laurel leaves forged by Vulkan.

A faint halo projected from the complicated runes, like a dream, not like a real thing.

"Your Majesty." Mathieu said respectfully.

Guilliman nodded, and walked towards his exclusive throne.

The main body of the throne is composed of two colors of gold and blue, and the whole body is inlaid with fine silver rune circuits.

The technology contained in it is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The accumulation of the golden age of mankind, the gift from the mysterious civilization, and the knowledge in the hands of the star gods and those ancient races.

Guilliman and Kaur stripped the cocoon of this knowledge, found its essence, and applied it.

The throne connects every human lighthouse in the galaxy, as long as it is activated, it can create a huge firewall to protect the souls of all human beings.

Guilliman caressed the armrest of the throne, his gaze became serious.

This is like a fateful reincarnation.

Every human lord will sit on his own throne.

I only hope that my final ending will not be like the emperor.

Guilliman sat up, and the surging power of the mechanical platform established a connection with him.

With the help of mysterious technology, his will and strength have been infinitely increased.

merged with the thoughts of the entire human being and gained dominance.

At this moment, he has a feeling of omnipotence.

Able to hear every human voice.

Give them strength or guide them.

As long as he has a thought, he can activate the firewall and really keep the gods out.

In the spiritual field, there is a saying that has been circulating for a long time.

Everyone's spirit is an island in the ocean.

Independent on the surface, every soul is connected in the depths.

Guilliman now has this feeling.

He is Guilliman, and also the union of wills of the entire human race.

Being one of the individual and the ten thousand of the group, this feeling is really amazing and difficult to describe in words.

Guilliman sat on the throne.

Custodian Marshal Valanor presented him with the Emperor's Sword.

The living saint - Anais put on the laurel crown for him.

When those people retreat, Guilliman's crowning ceremony will be completed.

Sanguinius, Ryan, Vulcan, Jaghatai, Dorn and others were loyal to the Primarch, all knelt on one knee, put their hands on their chests and performed the Skyhawk salute.

"Your Majesty."

With them as the center, the mechanical throne, the viewing stand, the imperial soldiers in formation, and the imperial people who watched this scene all knelt down on one knee subconsciously to pay their allegiance to their new emperor.

"Your Majesty."

The sound resounded through every corner of the galaxy.

The empire ushered in a brand new emperor.

Humanity also has a new guide.

Fulgrim, who was trapped in the prison, could also see the scene of Guilliman ascending the throne and the entire empire kneeling through the big screen on the square.

All of humanity is taking an oath of allegiance.

Such a scene, even he dared to imagine it.

Guilliman did it.

Lorgar's expression was extremely ugly, and Angron on the side let out a low growl. If the opponent was not restrained by force field chains, he might be beaten to death by Angron.

burned his perfect city.

Now become the new emperor of the empire with monarchy and theocracy as one.

What a ridiculous thing this is.

Koz looked melancholy, roaring like a madman from time to time.

Perturabo's complexion was the ugliest among the many Primarchs.

During the Great Crusade, Guilliman was a little piece of shit.

Now, the opponent has become an opponent at the same level as the Four Gods.

Guilliman sat on the mechanical throne, and the power of dominion and faith in his body connected with the throne, forming an ensemble movement.

Infinite power surged within his majestic body, and ocean-like tides washed over his body.

His eyes have also changed, golden and blue, and the aura that belongs to the king emanates from him.

Human Emperor is not only a name, but also has some special symbolic meaning in the dark.

Don't underestimate those illusory things, sometimes, they also determine the final outcome.

"Get up." Guilliman's voice was not loud, but it could reach everyone's ears clearly and powerfully.

People obeyed his order and stood up.

The entire starry sky was quiet, and people were waiting for the new emperor to speak.

"From now on, you will give me your allegiance, your life, your blood, your death. Everything about you will belong to me, just as everything about me will belong to you."

"Those gods think they are high above us, and they control our destiny and future. Soon, they will find that the sword of human beings will pierce their throats. To do this, I need your help."

"Many people will think that I have become the emperor of the empire, possessing infinite power and being able to accomplish everything easily. That kind of thinking is wrong. My power comes from you, my brothers, my compatriots, and my people. You You are the most powerful force in this galaxy, you are the muscles of the empire, the sinews of the empire, the heart of the empire and the blood of the empire. If you don't support me, then I can only accomplish nothing.”

"The magnificent warships are built by the suffering workers, the food is provided by the hard-working farmers, the powerful weapons are provided by the mechanical monks, and the victory is won by the brave soldiers. It is you who have created today's glory. Rescued from the abyss of suffering, this is your strength, and my actions are so insignificant, and receiving such an honor makes me uneasy, worrying that I will not be able to complete such a heavy burden."

Guilliman's voice gradually grew louder, shaking people's ears and souls like thunder.

This is a powerful presentation technique that better directs people's emotions.

"I need you as always, my people. When we are united, nothing in the galaxy can defeat us, not even the gods above."

"Hate will not be forgotten, my father died for the redemption of this race, the **** traitors will usher in liquidation, the temples of those false gods will be pulled down, their minions will be slaughtered, all glory belongs to empire."

"Long live mankind." Guilliman raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand, golden flames rose up, and his majestic body roared, shaking the air.

"Long live mankind." Sanguinius roared.

Then Ruth, Vulcan, Corax and others.

Their voices resounded through the audience like a thousand cannons.

"Long live humanity."

Penny, the Prime Minister of the Empire, Valanor, the Marshal of the Imperial Army, and other high-ranking officials of the Empire followed suit and shouted.

Even the Great Mentor of the Assassin Chamber who was hiding in the dark could feel the excitement surging in his body.

The passionate soldiers all raised their arms and shouted.

The voices of long live mankind swept across the sky and covered the sky.

"Long live mankind." The voice of Ainiya, the mistress of the Jiaoyang Legion who is driving the Titan Mecha, also passed through the Titan's loudspeaker.

Many knights responded to their allegiance, and also uttered the same roar.

Dante, Azrael, Calgar and many other imperial heroes are also the same.

"Holy Blood." Seeing all this, Seth burst into tears, and he felt guilty for his past stupidity.

How dare he doubt such a noble man.

This is an unforgivable crime.

Brother Mathieu's body was trembling, and he felt a force hitting him.

The vacancy left by the lost emperor was once again filled by a stalwart figure.

The cheers were so majestic and overwhelming, it made the subspace vibrate.

The human will has never been more united.

The demons cried out in despair, and the gods roared impotently.

Those powerful inanimate screamed piercingly under the fear of the doomsday.

Visions of the future are clearer than ever.

The dead see their own death.

See the future prophecy that the magnificent human legion will sweep away everything.

Those mutilated fragments certainly do not herald their doom.

Unimaginable despair hangs over the hearts of these monsters who claim to have eternal life.

"It's really scary." Elder Prophet Eldrar stared at Guilliman on the throne. No one has ever been able to unite mankind to this height.

Guilliman's achievements were beyond his imagination.

Such a powerful and united human empire, it is hard for Eldrar to imagine any power that can destroy it.

The most correct thing the Eldar have done is perhaps to participate in the resurrection of Guilliman.

It's time for the Dark Eldar to be outcasts.

Eldraar's priority goal is to keep the Eldar alive under the persecution of Slaanesh.

Guilliman had already talked to him several times.

After the alliance between the two races, the Dark Eldar caused a large number of massacres.

Wherever they went, the sewers of human cities were filled with corpses and blood.

Such a brutal crime, the human empire is absolutely impossible to let go.

What Guilliman wanted to talk to him was to ask the Ark Eldar not to interfere in this matter.

In order to express his sincerity, Guilliman even proposed to let the Eldar race enjoy the right to use those webways restored by humans, and specially divide a part of the world to help the Eldar race restore their population.

With such conditions, it must be false for Eldrar to say that he is not moved.

With Guilliman's guarantee, there is hope for the survival of the Eldar.

Moreover, if it is really not possible at that time, it would be a good choice to borrow a few human ships to leave the galaxy.

Guilliman watched the cheering people, and an information window floated in front of him.

【After the firewall program is loaded, whether to start it immediately. 】

Seeing the information in it, Guilliman looked at Kaul, who nodded, indicating that everything was ready.

This is a new age that humanity has never had before.

"My people," Guilliman shouted.

Guilliman's voice stopped the cheering crowd.

"As a reward for your loyalty, I will give you the first gift." Guilliman said loudly, "You will stay away from the poison of those dark things, away from those weird whispers and the torture of terrifying will."

People showed a blank look.

Gift? ?

What kind of gift? ?

Sanguinius, Ryan and others were all in a daze.

In the original ceremony process, there is no such paragraph.

Guilliman smiled slightly, his eyes showed the confidence to control everything. "The road to transcendence for human beings begins now. Let's start, Kaur, and reveal this secret plan that has been hidden until now to the world."

"I understand, my lord." Kaul took a step forward, and a floating operation window appeared in front of him.

After entering the complex key, a cylinder rose from his side, and a smooth round thorn pierced into his remaining flesh and blood to read the required genetic information.

After all the work was completed, a suspended servo skull flew in front of Guilliman, and a data pad was grasped on the mechanical tentacles.

【Requires setter genetic verification】

After Guilliman kissed the data pad, the red text turned green.

Saliva can also complete genetic verification, but in that case, it will be somewhat lost.

The huge Mechanical Throne made a rumbling sound.

A beam of light that surpassed the astronomical torch a million times shot out into the sky, illuminating the entire solar system.

Everyone watched this scene dumbfounded.

The lighthouses built all over the galaxy also emitted light simultaneously.

Countless rays of light lit up in the dark galaxy, and they also lit up in the subspace.

Guided by Guilliman's will, countless filaments stretched out, connecting every human soul like a neural network, weaving into a huge network beyond imagination.

Then, the connected human souls form a whole, a huge black shadow, like the hive mind.

The firewall is based on lighthouses and built with human souls as nodes.

All emotions born by human beings will be transformed through this network and become the strength and barrier of this network.

Whether it is fear or excitement, every human emotion will be absorbed and transformed by this huge network.

The violent warp space storm was blocked outside, like a huge dam separating the inner sea from the outer sea.

The turbulent open sea set off squalls and showers, but everything inside the embankment was calm.

With the help of such a firewall, human astropaths and psykers will be protected to the greatest extent, and they no longer need to face the terrifying, vast ocean full of corruption.

They can use psionic energy without worrying about the violent malice swallowing them up, forming a kind of filter and protection.

Being within the confines of the Imperial Firewall, the distortion of human will by evil things will also be weakened.

The loyalists can also use the power of the firewall to fight against the demons who came to the real universe, causing terrorist attacks like the lighthouses of the past that pried the power of the emperor.

Eldrar stared at the majestic beam of light dumbfounded, and his powerful soul immediately noticed the defense network that Guilliman built in the subspace.

Relying on that powerful network, the Emperor's vision in the past can be realized, preventing the gods from absorbing any emotions provided by humans, and causing the inanimate to starve to death.

Guilliman hid so deeply that he didn't reveal a little wind from the beginning to the end.

The Internet channel project and the different universe project are all lies, all for this moment.

A true firewall.

In a sense, Guilliman elevated himself to the realm of gods.

Every human being can be regarded as a fragment of the will of the race, just like those minions of evil gods are fragments of evil gods.

What a crazy plan.

The Primarchs also showed astonishment. They finally knew why Guilliman didn't care about Magnus' Nine Towers plan.

Transforming humans into psionic races will not allow the gods to gain the real universe, but will cause even greater trouble.

Make the firewall made by Guilliman stronger and more indestructible.

If Magnus knew about this, he would be even angrier.

From beginning to end, he was played by Guilliman.

Using the soul power of human beings and the energy of the real universe to build a barrier that even the gods cannot break through, trapping human beings inside, and human emotions will feed this network.

The souls of dead humans are also absorbed into this network.

It is equivalent to creating another subspace area network exclusively for human beings.

From this moment, human beings have a real hole card.

With a firewall, you have the confidence to declare war on the gods.

Otherwise, the more wars are launched, the stronger the power of the gods will be, and it will be impossible to win.

Everyone can feel the change in themselves.

Those psykers are even more so.

The sense of terror and oppression in the past disappeared, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and the whole person felt a lot lighter.

"It's amazing." Sanguinius exclaimed: "I never thought you could hide so deeply, Your Majesty."

"The name that is best at keeping secrets seems to belong to you." Ryan also shook his head. From the beginning to the end, they didn't know about Guilliman's hidden plan.

Everyone thinks that the lighthouse project is to establish a navigation system belonging to the empire.

Guilliman and Kaur literally fooled everyone.

I'm afraid those so-called gods don't realize that the Lighthouse project is just a cover.

Otherwise, they will never focus on destroying the fortress of Dorne, trying to prevent humans from building the webway.

It is really false and false, and it is hard to guard against.

It's fine if you can fight, but you can play tricks better than the emperor.

In the Nachmond Corridor, the Black Legion and the demons were eaten to death, with heavy casualties.

Abaddon also wanted to cut the throat of the empire, and the entire dark side of the empire was his.

As a result, the warships of the empire used lighthouses to travel through the Great Rift from the depths of the warp like no one else.

The high-level traitors at the time felt as uncomfortable as eating shit.

Being played by Guilliman from beginning to end, the empire didn't care about the Nachmond Corridor at all.

Seeing the emergence of the Subspace Firewall, if the Four Gods had an entity, they would probably vomit blood like Abaddon did in the past.

Guilliman went to the Eye of Terror to find the lost knowledge of the Eldar, made deals with the star gods, and mobilized troops with great fanfare to repair the webway.

Isn't it clear that he wants to follow his father's path!

For this reason, the subspace demons kept smashing the fortress built by Dorne, and the two sides fought in full swing.

Looking at the big battle, everyone thought that Guilliman wanted to repair the webway.

Don't say the devil would think so.

As an ally, Eldrar always thinks like this.

Dorn, Ryan et al.

thinks that Guilliman just wants to build the Webway.

The webway is the only known way to escape the control of the gods.

After the Webway is repaired, the gods are howling in the subspace, which has nothing to do with humans.

Now, people don't care whether the Internet Road can succeed or not.

Building a wall directly, enclosing humans, making something similar to the shadow of the Zerg.

Seeing everyone's surprised and joyful eyes, Guilliman didn't show any complacent expression.

The firewall has just been established and is still very fragile.

Moreover, it is not without weaknesses.

Those lighthouses are visible weaknesses.

If there is no lighthouse to radiate his will and connect the souls of the local people, the firewall will be ineffective for the local area.

It is far from the point of peace of mind.

"This is the first gift I give you, my people." Guilliman said in a deep voice, "It will free you from the poison of the gods, and give you the strength to fight against those traitors and minions of evil gods."

Guilliman paused, scanning the excited crowd.

"Get ready, we will soon have to fight a war of vengeance against the gods."

The Eye of Terror also set off a violent storm at this time.

Human will also affects here.

Many traitors are all terrified.

If the Eye of Terror lost their ability to corrupt the Imperial Army, they would have no way of stopping the vengeful Imperial Army.

When the time comes, the Empire's crusade against the Eye of Terror will definitely be their doomsday disaster.

In a fortress made of a huge head.

Countless twisted creatures are howling in it, looking forward to corrupting those beautiful things, dragging everything into the abyss, and enjoying eternity with them.

"What a crazy guy." A part of Yogg-Sothoth, Horus can also feel the changes, and the original plan seems to have to be changed.

Without the ability to corrupt, it is not easy for his legion to conquer the human empire.

Originally planned to corrupt the entire empire at the fastest speed when other evil gods were unable to take care of him, and then expand to other parts of the universe.

But now, it seems that the Galaxy is not so easy to take down.

The direction of fate that he can see has also changed, and everything in the future is in chaos.

Foreseeing the future does not mean that the future will definitely develop in that way.

The future holds endless possibilities.

I can only find ways to promote the present and realize the future I want.

Horus stared at the chaotic void filled with subspace power, his eyes became a little dignified.

As the clone of Yogg-Sothoth, he has a part of the power of the main body, but it is also very limited.

After all, if you want to be active in the real universe, you must have a body that conforms to the laws of three-dimensional space physics.

Such a body cannot withstand the true power of the all-knowing and all-powerful Yogg-Sothoth.

means that he is active in the real universe, and he will also be defeated, and he will be expelled like a demon.

Facing Guilliman, he may not be sure of winning.

Horus beckoned.

"Master." The distorted Captain Marvel - Marvel came out of the darkness.

"How is the army assembled?" Horus asked.

"The army of the Nine Realms has been assembled, master, we can launch an attack at any time, crush those damned mortals, and drag this world into your domain." Several mouths on Marvell's face said at the same time, the voice With a weird sense of synergy.

"Very good, but this is not enough." Horus said: "Drive those gods over, we need their power to destroy those mortal ships."

"I see, master." Marvell said.

After the servant walked into the shadows, Horus fell into thinking again. If he wanted to teach that arrogant mortal a lesson, he had to make a plan.

He will turn everything built by the opponent into dust little by little, then drag the opponent into the abyss, twist it, and become his own servant.

Many areas inside the Invincible battleship were covered with thick flesh and blood. Eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth also grew on the flesh and blood. The entire battleship revealed infinite malice.

Abaddon, who had just recovered from his injuries, stared through the porthole at the troops constantly emerging from the gap that traversed hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

Those huge planet-like heads were built into fortresses, and a large number of weird and twisted lives lived on them.

The guy named Yogg Sotos must be at the same level as the Four Gods.

If you want to fight against the opponent, you must find equal strength.

Only God can kill God.

Abaddon looked down at the magic sword in his hand-Drachanian. It is said that this is a sword that can kill the emperor. There is a terrible demon parasitic in it, which is the old enemy of the emperor.

Now, the emperor has fallen, and everything about the other party has been taken over by Guilliman.

If this sword is against Guilliman, Abaddon feels that it is difficult.

That **** who is always playing tricks, definitely has the trump card to counter the magic sword.

Abaddon suppressed the idea of using the magic sword against Guilliman.

Now, he has another person who needs to deal with more urgently than Guilliman, and that is Horus who has become Yogg-Sothoth's clone.

The other party bears this name, which is not only a humiliation to the Black Legion, but also a humiliation to the former father of genes.

Abaddon could not tolerate such a thing.

To kill this guy, Abaddon knew that relying on his own strength was far from enough.

Only weapons that can severely damage the gods can harm the opponent.

Such weapons are hard to find.

In the galaxy, if you want to get such a weapon, perhaps you can only get it from those ancient ruins.

Before becoming the leader of the Black Legion, Abaddon once wandered around, looking for the lost pieces and the truth of the matter.

He also knew the ancient battle of heaven, and even the ancient battle of civilization.

Compared to the long-lasting battle of civilizations, the war between humans and the gods is like a child's play.

The stars are annihilated, and even the laws of physics, space, and time have become weapons of attack.

Such a war is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Abaddon couldn't imagine either.

How could those mathematical laws become weapons!

However, Abaddon did not go into this issue.

He just wants to find weapons that can hurt those so-called gods.

Let that idiot know that it is not the so-called omniscient and omnipotent who can be arrogant.

God is also mortal.

Not to mention just a clone.

(end of this chapter)

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