Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 438

  Chapter 438 Battle of the Heavens (for subscription)

   The void is burning.

  Some people will think that this is a metaphor, using exaggerated vocabulary to form a battlefield.

  But those narrators who stayed at the forefront of the battlefield did not think so.

  Because they saw with their own eyes that the void does indeed burn.

  The strange witchfire poured out from the warp, burning the shell of reality.

  Evil radiance pervades, outlining a series of terrifying scenes.

  The cold space was invaded by indescribable things, countless tentacles bigger than planets protruded from the etheric ocean, and countless crying souls screamed on the surface of the tentacles.

   If you get close to those tentacles, you can see desperate faces and weird bodies wriggling.

   They scream, longing for a redemption that will never come.

   The real world and the unreal world have been mixed together.

  The moon-like huge red eyeballs emerged in the boiling subspace ocean, carrying indescribably terrible malice and madness.

   Those unspeakable horrors with vicious fangs the length of continents.

  Majestic mountains are only their hairs and tumors.

  The wings that can cover the stars spread out and curl up in the void.

  The tongue that can engulf the entire star flows turbid and foul-smelling mucus, which rots and grows again in a very short period of time.

   It is difficult for any words to describe the evil that boils and turns into real individuals.

   This is the battlefield between humans and monitors.

   A true battle of the heavens.

   Launched by two powerful forces that control incredible power.

   Celestial-class warships were torn apart by unimaginable power.

  The tight protective force field was paralyzed, and the protective wall made of plastic steel and high-density alloy was torn apart like paper.

  The shattered wreckage was scattered in the void, and countless corpses were mixed in it.

  The war between humans and the Overseers has torn the very fabric of the universe.

   Permanently destroyed some key things, leaving the universe dilapidated.

  The warp appeared here with the help of the war between the two, like a greedy piranha smelling blood.

  Countless workers are working hard to save the property of the empire.

  Maintenance machinery poured out in batches, welding and sealing those depressurized tunnels.

  Countless wreckages are floating in the void, including human beings and enemies.

  Death is as simple and random as breathing.

  The Monitor Legion is far stronger than those so-called superheroes.

   So far, the Empire has not collected enough information about this universe.

  The controller behind the scenes of this universe is still ignorant.

   Every powerful civilization knows how to protect itself.

  The same goes for those powerful individuals.

  They will hide the records of their civilization behind the universe, so that intruders cannot read everything about them.

   Terra adopted a Christian name for the enemy and named it the Supreme God.

   It is said that the use of this name was approved by the Holy Emperor himself.

  Many people think this is just a symbol and metaphor.

  Even the members of the Expeditionary Legion thought so.

   When conquering the parallel universe, I don't know how many gods were killed by the sharp blade of the imperial army.

  Those gods formed by human dreams and beliefs have only two endings, either submit to the rule of the Holy Emperor and offer eternal loyalty to him, or be killed and their heads hang in the palace where they live.

   Adopting this name makes sense.

  In the Bible, God always calls those who believe in Himself lambs, and priests call themselves God's shepherds.

   This is a very wonderful metaphor.

  It is also very appropriate if it is used in this universe.

  The Lamb of God always blames all difficulties on his lack of piety.

  I believe that it is God's will to suffer, and I only need to endure silently so that my soul can be purified and finally enter heaven.

  The same is true for this universe. The Supreme God keeps all parallel universes in captivity.

  Those souls were traumatized by man-made afflictions and then sent into the mouth of the Most High God.

  Like a lamb in the sheepfold, docile.

  When the railing is broken, they will even actively block the gap to prevent other lambs from escaping.

   Isn't that what those superheroes do? ?

  Sanguinius stands on the bridge of a shattered Celestial-class battleship that is just about to crack.

   View the battlefield through countless screens and evaluate the occurrence of each battle.

  The flames of war start between reality and fantasy.

   The minions of the Supreme God have supernatural powers.

   Sanguinius estimates that its power should not be weaker than the four gods.

  In fact, such a metaphor is meaningless, it is just for people to intuitively understand the strength of the enemy.

  The great enemy of the Empire is Chaos.

  Even if the Four Gods are eliminated and Chaos is not eliminated, new Four Gods will appear.

  As the saying goes, when one of the four gods falls, there will be thousands of other four gods standing up.

   It does not matter how strong or weak the Supreme God is.

   Sanguinius only needs to know one thing, it is enough that it is the enemy of the empire.

  He didn't know whether the Supreme God cared about this battle that broke out at the edge of the universe.

  Maybe it noticed and saw it as a game and a game.

   It is also possible that it is too busy fighting other unimaginable beings to care about these things at all.

  Even if humans took away the entire universe, they only took away a farm.

  Who knows how many farms it has?

  The Legion of the Watchers can drive those huge beasts to fight, made of real and imaginary materials.

  The size of those behemoths is beyond imagination.

   Use astronomical units to calculate their size.

  Like the giant wolf and tengu in myths and legends, they can easily devour the moon and the sun.

  Those behemoths are just so huge.

  Everyone who sees it will feel that they rely on devouring planets to survive.

   Eat a planet as a snack when you're hungry.

  When Sanguinius saw those terrifying behemoths, his mind was full of images of those behemoths holding the planet and chewing on the planet.

   It's hard to imagine anything that could feed those behemoths without eating the planet.

  The laws of reality can no longer impose any restrictions on such giant beasts.

  The empire assembled ten celestial-class battleships, as well as tens of thousands of battleships and countless small battleships such as cruisers.

  The debris scattered in the void is basically an empire.

   As far as the eye can see, there are all wreckage.

   stretches for millions of kilometers.

  After those giant beasts were killed, their corpses would turn into countless ashes in the void, not even a single bone remained.

   just disappeared into the dark and boundless air.

  Only the wreckage of the Empire's ships remained here, tossed and rolled by the berserk aether, and some washed into the depths of the warp, where they remained forever.

   Sanguinius was not much surprised by these eerie scenes.

   Ten thousand years ago, when he, Ryan, and Guilliman learned that the Emperor had not fallen and Terra was still there, they set sail from Macragge, preparing to cross the warp storm and head for the Empire Terra.

   That trip taught him the horrors of the Warp.

  In order to stop them, the gods of the warp created some unimaginable giant structures along the way.

  The size of those structures is so amazing.

  The height and length of a wall need to be measured in light years.

   Demonic turrets made of brass, flames, and steel are all over it, and the scale is magnificent, comparable to a world.

  The mere existence of something like that is enough to make one despair.

   Unless those structures need an anchor point to exist in reality.

   Impossible things must be attached to real things.

  Through the anchor point, the materials that gather the subspace are transmitted, and then transformed into real substances that can exist stably.

   It is always a mistake to define the subspace with the impossible, and the vast ether contains endless possibilities.

  The information of each team surfaced in front of Sanguinius.

  The red dots of their avatars manifest in the complex Overseer Fortress, advancing steadily.

  The radiance reflected on that noble face that inspired countless people of the empire.

  Pure white wings spread out behind his back.

  His existence is hope.

   is the salvation that mankind longs for.

  He is his brother's war angel, the enforcer of the divine emperor's will to destroy.

   "In the name of my brother, this place must belong to the empire." Sanguinius reached out and pointed at the weird fortress.

  He will bring ruin to those loathsome enemies.

  The Emperor's vision was shattered once, and now they will never let that happen again.

  Any enemy who stops humans will be overwhelmed by endless anger.

  The Primordial Cast warriors kept coming to that weird fortress.

  In bursts of teleportation flashes, he ran towards death fearlessly.

"This world is disgusting." Clayto, the leader of the Absolution Chapter, stepped out of the flash and looked at the strange buildings in the distance. The hazy glow and fog shrouded the majesty, extending to an incredible angle. building.

   "It's not good to destroy it." Chirac, the think tank of the battle group, shrugged and said: "No matter what kind of enemy, we should bestow death on them in the name of the Holy Emperor."

   "The shock wave of time is coming to us. It is estimated that there are still thirty seconds left. We have to enter a defensive posture." The technical sergeant interrupted the conversation between the chapter leader and the think tank, and explained the crisis they were about to encounter in a simple and clear manner.

  Clayto looked in the direction pointed by the technical sergeant.

  A strange wave hit like a sea wave.

   It was as if they were standing in the ocean.

   Time Shockwave is a unique defense method of the Monitor Army.

   Released every once in a while.

  The first imperial troops to try to land did not know the enemy's means of attack.

  They were hit by the time wave unsuspectingly, and turned into dust in less than one ten-thousandth of a second.

   Their armor is mottled and rusted, as if it has been ravaged by thousands of years.

   "Defensive stance." Cleto called his warriors together and activated the time field protection.

  A translucent cover covers them.

  Time shock waves are sweeping past their positions.

  Time flows in a dislocation way.

   Colette and others found it difficult to adapt.

  Humans are not pure time creatures, such an attack will cause them discomfort.

   "It's making me sick more and more." Cleto didn't hide his inner disgust. After the first wave of attacks, he issued a new order, "Go forward and let our swords be stained with blood."

  They had to run some distance to get into the fort.

  The empire's teleportation device has no way to completely send such a huge army to a fortress protected by a time force field.

  If you do that forcibly, it will only turn the soldiers of the empire into corpses or dust.

   More and more teleportation flashes lit up beside Clayto and the others.

   More original cast warriors came out of it.

   They gathered in a wave of destruction and rushed towards the enemy's stronghold.

   There are psychic behemoths that suddenly appear from cracks in the sky.

  They have weird limbs and abilities.

  The sharp claws can tear apart the armor and body of Primaris warriors.

  Warriors will rush forward, shouting the cry of the Holy Emperor, and hack them to pieces.

   Cleto and his comrades are one of them.

   They rushed across the battlefield full of blood, screams and death.

  The monitors are very powerful, but they are not as powerful as Cleto.

  They have weapons that can release all kinds of powerful power.

  Black holes, time, space, etc., everything is made into a weapon by them.

  But those things can't kill the Primaris warriors.

   As long as they are careful enough, Primaris warriors can avoid those injuries.

   When the technological level of both parties reaches a certain level, long-range attacks are ineffective.

  The sea can submerge the land, but it cannot crush a smooth pebble.

  Massive weapons have a really large attack range.

  But their lethality against individuals is very poor.

  The means of war have been evolving.

  From the stone tools of the primitive age, to the firearms of the industrial age, to the light spears of the space age, to the regular weapons of today.

  The weapons mastered by the creatures are becoming more and more powerful, destroying the stars and the universe is no longer a delusion.

   It stands to reason that wars should become more and more sophisticated, requiring fewer and fewer people to participate.

  Unfortunately, as the offensive methods are strengthened, the defensive methods are also constantly changing.

  After entering the industrial age, human beings have mastered the means of ultrlong-range strikes regardless of line-of-sight, using various missiles to destroy the enemy remotely.

  Large-scale battles become impractical.

  One side has assembled hundreds of thousands of tanks, while the other side is remotely controlling the missile bombing, directly overturning the tank group from a long distance.

  Until the appearance of the void shield, all human beyond visual range long-range weapons were ineffective in front of the void shield.

  The void shield can transfer all objects and energy exceeding a certain speed to subspace.

  Human missiles and nuclear bombs are no longer a deadly threat.

  The enhancement of interference means has also made ultrlong-range missiles lose their original power.

   It is useless to play inaccurately, no matter how hard you blow.

  The advancement of technology has brought the war back to large-scale battles and close combat.

  If there is no systematic superhero, the empire can be wiped out with a single fire.

  The more advanced technology is, the lesser the role of stragglers will be.

  Wars value the productivity and scientific research capabilities behind both sides.

   If you want to win the final victory, you must compete remotely and consume it.

   But as long as they can go to the starry sky, everyone has almost unlimited energy, nuclear fusion, plasma fusion, and various geothermal heat and so on.

  Fix the generator, open a shield, and the two sides will throw missiles from a long distance.

  Throw more powerful black holes, stars, or halos, etc.

  As long as the technology of both parties is on the same level.

   This kind of war will last for tens of thousands of years, and neither side will suffer any actual losses.

  Or you can only use the most primitive method, which is close combat.

   Depleting the enemy's vital strength is considered a victory in the war.

  Creto rushed into the enemy, his sword drew a bright arc shining with metallic luster in the air.

  The sharp blade pierced the body as smooth as glass, smashing it effortlessly.

   Fragments emitting glow scattered in all directions amidst the screams of the soldiers of the Monitor Legion.

  The fragments hit his armor, making a slight impact sound, and were bounced away again.

  The blade continued to slide in, and the subatomic blade cut through the glass-like body and silicon-based bones, disemboweling the enemy.

  With a desperate wail before death, a watcher was split in two and fell to the ground.

  Clayto shook off the silver metallic blood on the sword, and rushed to the next enemy.

  He was running, charging at the forefront, rushing into the monitor's line of defense like a hurricane.

  The heavily armored body soared into the air with unimaginable dexterity and agility, killing time after time.

  His Librarian roared, bolter in one hand, mace in the other.

  The bullets of the bolter are loaded with an annihilation substance specially used to restrain the monitors, which can bring them fatal damage.

  The scepter shines with the brilliance of the subspace, and in this field where illusion and reality combine, spiritual power has been greatly increased.

   Blasts of violent thunder burst out from the void, hitting those screaming enemies, causing their bodies to ignite strange flames.

   Primaris warriors who fight in the name of the Holy Emperor are so fierce.

  They were overwhelming, tearing apart the enemy's defenses with savagery and brutality.

  Some soldiers fell down. They were hit by the enemy's weapons and turned into grains of sand within a few breaths.

   No one is saddened by this, but cheered up.

  Death is the most wonderful reward for the loyal.

   means they enter the arms of the Holy Emperor with honor and praise.

  The kingdom of death established by the Holy Emperor has been confirmed and officially recognized by the think tanks of countless chapters.

  Every dead warrior is led to the kingdom of the Holy Emperor.

  People no longer need to fear the nothingness brought about by death.

  For human beings, this is a just war.

  The victory of the empire is as unstoppable as the rising sun of Clayto's home world.

  One day, they will lift the throne of the Holy Emperor to the star that all living beings will look up to, and make him the true Lord of the Heavens.

  When the war to capture the fort entered its most tragic climax.

   Sanguinius waved his white and flawless wings.

  Leading his glorious bodyguards down from the sky, he threw himself into the fiercest battlefield.

  The appearance of Sanguinius made the soldiers cheer even more frantically.

  He descended from heaven like a war angel, and fell with fury and thunder of unspeakable terror.

  The huge impact even set off an explosion, causing countless cracks to appear on the silicon crystallized ground.

  He holds a spear, like an ancient **** of war who is invincible.

   "In the name of the Holy Emperor, kill."

  His voice resounded throughout the fortress battlefield.

   Today is 10,000 words.

   The question of combat power in this book is reiterated again, the competition is knowledge understanding and productivity.

   Normally, the higher the level of war, the greater the damage caused, and close combat does not exist.

   However, the Warhammer world has defense technology, a hive world with shields, and can easily resist decades of orbital bombing.

   Melee is just and reasonable.

   All wars turn to jump gang.

   The explosive bomb is filled with gunpowder and plugged into a black hole.

   Don't force it, asking is because the author is not imaginative enough.

  (end of this chapter)

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