Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 440

  Chapter 440 The Laughing Bat 23 (for subscription)

   If Sanguinius' words are heard by those watchers, they will definitely be angered by his arrogance.

   To drag out the Supreme God and kill him like a wild dog.

  How arrogant, how arrogant.

   In this case, the dog can bear it, but the watcher cannot bear it.

  They have controlled this universe for countless ages.

  A group of human beings who didn't even have a fraction of their history came here.

   It is necessary to kill their master - the Supreme God like wild dogs.

   Look down on an omniscient and omnipotent supreme power, and also look down on these minions who work for the Supreme God.

   Too bad none of the watchers are here, they're all dead.

   Primaris warriors slew every xenomorph, smashing their heads and bodies to pieces, leaving them among the remains of the Empire's conquest.

  Everything inside the fort was taken away, even those special crystals were cut away.

  Humanity's technology is not the same as that of the Overseer.

  But the resources they left can still be used by the empire.

   Those crystals with special powers and those psionic materials extracted from the warp by machines are extremely precious.

  The watchers have their own methods.

  The echoes of those beings due to grief and despair will be collected by them in a special way when they appear in the subspace.

  Those echoes can create demons.

   Now all of them are collected by the monitors with special means.

   Sanguinius ordered people to take all the things away to see if humans could master the same means through research.

  In that case, human beings will have one more way to save their lives in the face of demons.

   After demolishing the buildings left by the enemy, the engineering troops of the empire will build human buildings in their original positions.

  The Watcher's Bastion is at an important time-space node.

  This node allows users to travel to different universe regions faster.

  It can also adjust the flow direction of the etheric ocean current to ensure the harvest of parallel universes.

  If the empire can build a webway in this universe, build a fortress to interfere with the warp space storm.

  It can effectively prevent the Supreme God from invading the territory controlled by the empire.

  The more powerful subspace beings are, the greater the price they will have to pay if they want to operate in the real universe.

  Although the Supreme God is powerful, the means it can deal with the empire are actually extremely limited.

   Or let its agents wage war on the Empire.

   Either go into battle in person and stir up the subspace storm to make humans look good.

  No matter which method is used, it cannot be separated from subspace.

   As long as the empire controls the nodes, it can weaken the Supreme God's offensive against the empire.

  The situation in the subspace is complex and changeable.

  Some safe shipping lanes and space-time nodes are particularly critical.

  Building a fortress there can get twice the result with half the effort.

   With a very small force, a large starry sky can be defended.

   Sanguinius should not worry about these things.

  The rest of the work will be handed over to professionals.

  They will evaluate the gains from this victory and make adjustments.

  At the same time, allocate resources and build a giant fortress belonging to the empire.

   When the fortress is actually completed, this starry sky territory will completely belong to humans.

  If you want to take it back, the Supreme God can only send a spokesperson to launch a war and repel the empire.

   The fall of the Overseer's Fort gave Sanguinius a short break.

  He was able to return to his exclusive domain for rest.

  Because of the noble status of Sanguinius, the captain of the Expedition specially built a living area for the Primarch.

   Sanguinius has always hated such privileged behavior, he insisted on only having a garden, a study and a lounge.

  The blood-stained armor was taken off and handed over to a dedicated maintenance slave.

   Sanguinius, who returned to the rest area, only wore a loose white robe to cover his strong, sculpted muscles and perfect body contours.

  He always liked to stay in the study, enriching himself as much as possible within the limited time.

   As a Primarch, his study is huge.

  It has a better collection than most libraries.

   There are human beings, and there are also those belonging to other races.

  Under the high dome of the study room, the bookshelves stick to the wall and extend upward from the ground to a height of 70 meters.

   The servo skull hovers in it, maintaining the books, sending the books he needs according to Sanguinius' instructions, or returning the read books to their original positions.

   At a table surrounded by a high wall of bookshelves, Sanguinius squandered his scarce discretionary time.

   Beside him are a delicately crafted harp and an unfinished delicate blanket.

  The material of the blanket is very particular, and the loyal Primarch and the Emperor are also tattooed on it.

   They circled around their father and most eminent brother.

   It would be surprising if any mortals were here.

  How can a primarch born for war have these around him!

   Few people know that Sanguinius, who is good at war, is equally superb in art.

  He can play most of the imperial music, and he can also tattoo works of art that can last through the ages like the most powerful female worker in the empire.

   That blanket is his masterpiece.

   He took time out to embroider during his busy schedule.

   Ready to give to his brothers at just the right time.

  He will not favor one over another, and each brother will get a blanket embroidered by himself.

  The whole process will never be in the hands of others.

  At this moment, Sanguinius is reading a book written by a thinker, "To the Dream of the Empire." "

   There is no lack of extremes in the speech, and the author does not hide his respect for the Primarch and the worship of the Holy Emperor.

   Sanguinius is a little impatient with the lame opinions and fanaticism in the book.

  But he still had patience and read on slowly.

  Humans have their own flaws, but also their own virtues.

  The task of the Primarchs is to deeply understand their thoughts and make appropriate guidance to ensure that they do not go in the wrong direction.

  Reading books is the best way to understand those mortals. Mouth can lie, but words can't.

  The data crystals placed on the table flickered, releasing holographic projections one by one.

   There are military chiefs' introductions to the battle situation, and some speakers encourage the wounded.

  Sanguinius has extraordinary wisdom, he can receive these information at the same time, and draw his own judgment.

  After reading the book in his hand, Sanguinius stood up and moved his body.

  He opened the information crystal pillar placed on the desktop and activated the main military interface.

   In the shortest possible time, he browsed through the messages sent to him by those officials and the commander.

   After confirming that there was nothing important, Sanguinius decided to take a break.

   Going out along the study room is a viewing platform where you can gaze into the void.

  The remains of the battlefield are still there.

  Those weird cracks are full of terrifying aura, twisted tentacles and hateful eyeballs are floating in the etheric ocean.

  The people of the empire have all been taught about the subspace, letting them know that those taboos cannot be touched.

  That knowledge was taboo in the past, because of the particularity of subspace creatures, the more they are believed to exist, the stronger they will be.

   It is in your best interest to ignore them.

  The Inquisition has spent the past 10,000 years doing everything it can to prevent that knowledge from being obtained by ordinary people.

  Many innocent people paid with their lives for learning the truth by accident.

   Behavior like that is brutal and rough.

   But the Inquisition had no choice, and the knowledge of those terrible truths was enough to poison the souls of men.

  All of this was not lifted until the Holy Emperor established a firewall.

  Relying on their belief in the holy emperor and their loyalty to the empire, people were able to enjoy the protection of the firewall, and the knowledge of the subspace was lifted, allowing ordinary people to understand what a terrifying world they live in.

  The huge mechanical ark is docked at a carefully calculated position.

   Countless rescue ships came and went, sailing from the port of the Ark.

  Use their robotic arms to retrieve the wreckage and corpses, rescuing those not yet slain by the void and the leaked aether.

  Swarms of unmaintained machines are working like insects under the control of the divine thinker.

  A massive imperial double-headed eagle building is being erected under the guidance of the mechanical sages.

   That is a device specially used to repair the cracks in time and space.

  Several completely pitch-black giant warships cruised back and forth, deterring those subspace creatures and guarding against possible corruption events.

   Those black ships are controlled by soulless people, and there are an astonishing number of soul-killing weapons on them.

  The Silent Sisters formed teams to hunt down those demons who dared to enter the real universe, making them feel what absolute death is.

   Sanguinius gazed upon the scenes, gazing fearlessly into those ghastly chasms.

  Those horrible things screech.

  Trying to bewitch and corrupt Sanguinius' mind.

   Sanguinius didn't care. He had been fighting in the subspace for so long, and he had already seen the true colors of those indescribable things.

  What he saw in those indescribable things was tragedy.

  A tragedy that lasted for an unknown number of billions of years.

  Everything humans do is insignificant.

  For the duration of this war, not even a moment of heartbeat can be counted.

  His face showed a touch of melancholy and grief.

  At this time, he is not like the terrifying God of War on the battlefield, but more like an old man who is compassionate for the world.

   "How much more do we have to give to get what we want," Sanguinius thought. "We are suffering for things that have long since been abandoned."

   A mechanical sound interrupted Sanguinius's contemplation.

  The two chapter masters Titus and Clayto begged to see him.

   Sanguinius had no reason to refuse to see the two.

  Under his order, the personal guards of Glory brought two people in from the outside.

   They bowed to Sanguinius without kneeling.

   This etiquette is out of respect for Sanguinius.

  The positions between them are similar.

  Chapters formed by Primaris warriors serve the Holy Emperor and then the Chapter Master.

   Sanguinius is the commander-in-chief of this expeditionary force, but he is not the only one.

   It's just more talkative, plus prestige or something.

  He understood Guilliman's concern.

  The Horus Rebellion will come again, and it will not be the Milky Way that is burning.

  There is really no hope for the future of mankind.

   Titus and Clayto were wearing armor, and they still had a faint smell of blood on their bodies.

  They, like those descendants ten thousand years ago, longed for glory and victory.

   Consider wearing armor as an honor and a symbol.

   Sanguinius didn't comment too much on this, he just smiled, greeted the two commanders, and motioned for them to sit at the table in his study.

   "We have gained the right to rule 1365 parallel universes." Titus considered his words for a while, "The problem is that they add up to a range slightly larger than the galaxy."

"Those enemies exist to protect the output of these parallel universes. They have to offer enough harvests for their masters. That is to say, what we are facing is not the opponent's regular army, but just a group of people with the ability to protect themselves farmer."

   "This metaphor is very appropriate." Sanguinius nodded. Their victory was not so brilliant and worth showing off.

   "Our expedition is too slow, Lord Sanguinius." Titus pointed out bluntly, "We cannot be happy with this small land."

  Such words made Sanguinius sigh slightly.

  At the beginning, the Emperor brought nineteen Primarchs, but he failed to get a complete galaxy.

   Now two chapter masters told him that a galaxy is just a tiny place.

  What an exaggerated description.

   If Zefeng, Amit, and Radulon could live to this day, they would definitely be frightened by the tone of these juniors.

  Thinking of his former heir, Sanguinius' melancholy became even more intense.

  When he woke up, he deliberately went to understand the fate of those children.

  Zefeng was finally troubled by black anger and entered the death company.

  Amit became the first Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers.

   Radolon became the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels after his own death.

   Suppressing the grief in his heart, Sanguinius listened to the words of Titus and Cleto.

   They came looking for Sanguinius to break Primaris into pieces and attack the Watcher's lair, paralyzing and killing them as best they could.

   Sanguinius fell silent.

   But he finally allowed the two to carry out such a risky plan.

  It is indeed a bit too wasteful for Primaris warriors to deal with those ignorant natives.

  The current approach of the Expeditionary Force is still steady and steady, trying to make the empire take root in Universe 02 and gain a foothold.

  In order to prevent the enemy from making a comeback and shake the rule of the empire.

  Empire Imperializes every parallel universe.

   Such an approach naturally minimized the rebellion.

  But it also slowed down the pace of the empire's expedition.

  Their main enemies are the minions of the Supreme God, not those superheroes who have been fooled, and they should not waste too much time on those idiots.

  The empire can break the Supreme God's control of universe 02 by hunting the watchers.

   Beings like that are overly dependent on the feeding of biological emotions.

   Just as Khorne needs war and Slaanesh needs pleasure.

   Destroying the watcher's fortress is almost like cutting off the opponent's food and grass.

  When there are fewer creatures they can harvest, they will inevitably increase the harvest of the controlled area.

   They won't even use such gentle methods to keep them in captivity, but like the Four Gods, they don't hesitate to use up their resources to catch fish.

  Such behavior will inevitably arouse the resistance of those so-called heroes, and by then, it may still have a miraculous effect.

"Then do as you imagined." Sanguinius said to Titus and Cleto: "Your plan is very good, I will stay and sit here. Preventing the enemy's counterattack is also for You provide some of the necessary logistics."

  Clayto and Titus' guerrilla plans must be based on a well-founded situation.

   Without logistical supplies, it is easy to fall into the plight of lack of supplies, and may be besieged by the opponent and lose the entrance to this universe.

  The Primarch and the two chapter leaders carefully discussed some problems and solutions of the guerrilla plan.

  Sanguinius sits in the territory that has been controlled by the empire, while Titus and others break up into pieces and enter the enemy's rear to wreak havoc.

  For example, destroying the origin wall separating different parallel universes, sending empire traversers to different parallel universes, allowing them to develop religion, instigating local creatures to rise up to resist, or directly switching to the empire.

  If conditions permit, let them build a shielding tower directly to ensure that the Supreme God can no longer get a grain of grain from his farmland.

   After confirming the relevant plan details, the two chapter leaders went to prepare.

   This is the result of a preliminary discussion and cannot be implemented immediately.

  Proposed by Titus and Cleto, and improved by Sanguinius.

   If it goes ahead, an expedition meeting will have to be held.

  Because of Sanguinius' unique identity, if he convinced him, he also convinced other people.

  As long as Sanguinius supports it, unless the Holy Emperor or other Primarchs suddenly object, it can pass.

   Now that the Holy Emperor is in the local universe, the other Primarchs are also busy with their own affairs!

  This proposal can be said to be passed inevitably.

   Just after meeting with the two chapter masters, Sanguinius just wanted to do something when he got a new report. Several captains wanted to find him.

  He felt a little helpless.

   But think of Guilliman, as the emperor of the empire, the other party is probably much busier than him.

   A moment of peace is a luxury.

   "Let them come over." Sanguinius said: "If you have any suggestions, please let them come with the data pad."

  Parallel universe number 03512.

   This is a special parallel universe.

  The history of this universe is somewhat different from what Bruce Wayne who fled here knows.

  This world has Batman, Justice League, Superman.

  The only difference is that the Batman of this world did not inherit the so-called Wayne Group.

   There are no multinational groups in this world.

   Instead, there are families with strong political influence.

   It is the Bruce family that controls Gotham City.

  The helm of the Bruce family - Batman controls everything in Gotham.

  He is the uncrowned king of the city.

  The clown is there too.

   Characters who have appeared in other parallel universes can be found here.

   It just looks different.

  Bruce Wayne relied on his ability to easily sneak into this world and into Gotham.

  He travels through multiple parallel universes and has collected many powerful artifacts.

  Every time he goes to a parallel universe, he will complete the task given to him by Barbatos to lift the seal that imprisoned the demon.

   The original chapter is blocked, this is the new chapter

  (end of this chapter)

Chapter end