Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 487

  Chapter 487 The Return of Malcador (for subscription)

   The galaxy burns.

  Father and son draw their swords against each other.

  Brothers kill each other.

  The great dream is thus broken.

   Every warrior who realizes this is heartbroken.

  The Astartes who devoted themselves to the Great Crusade all dreamed of following the Emperor and building a great country.

  Dream of building a galaxy empire belonging to mankind.

  This dream was destroyed by the inferiority of human beings.

   Horus abandoned mankind and fell into the arms of evil gods.

   Arrogant to declare war on his father.

  Trying to drag human beings into a dark abyss where there will never be light.

  The Istfan Galaxy has carried too much sorrow and sorrow of the Salamander Legion.

   Lost too many brothers.

   So much so that the entire beach was covered with piles of corpses.

   Nocturne's son of Prometheus will never compromise.

  For their souls are made of the fire of Nocturne, forged and formed on the blacksmith's anvil.

  No force can completely destroy it.

   They must be reassembled in the fire and return again.

  With the fire of revenge, vent the anger in your heart to those powerful enemies.

   When Tulsa woke up.

  He saw the fiery flames burning the sky and the earth.

  Everywhere is red.

  Even the space has been burned like a piece of iron, burning red.

  Everywhere you can see is flames.

  The sinister laughter of the gods echoed in his ears, mocking the weakness and humbleness of mortals.

   Countless screams came from the sea of ​​flames.

   In the sea of ​​fire burned the wreckage of his companions.

  He was in an isolated island in a sea of ​​fire.

  The tumbling heat wave distorted the line of sight, and the smoke and dust caused by the fire sea were visible to the naked eye, just floating in the air.

  There are weapons on the black reef and a huge jar with a double-headed eagle.

  Scattered memories emerge.

  He remembered that he should have died when the Sons of Horus attacked the moon.

  Why is he still here?

   Is the war lost?

  Has human being become the slave and plaything of the gods?

  Is this the sea of ​​fire where he is doomed to suffer forever?

"No!" Tulsa grabbed the weapon and roared towards the sky, "Don't think that a son of Prometheus will surrender at your feet, dark gods, even if this is hell, I will go out. "

  His voice echoed in the flames.

   The wild laughter of the gods was as usual.

   There is a breeze in the roiling heat wave, how incongruous it is with this terrible flame hell.

   There was a call in the wind.

   A commanding voice sent him through the dreadful sea of ​​flames to bring back the jar bearing the emblem of the golden double-headed eagle.

  Tulsa looked at the jar. It was clean and shiny, and it was in the shape of a cylinder. In addition to the golden double-headed eagle, it also had the emblem of the Genetic Church of the Moon.

   "Is it the original mother?" Tulsa subconsciously recognized the identity of the jar.

   It was the original mother copy that he and the Night Guard - Sharokin, Father of Steel - Wieland, Iron Warrior - Brantan and others captured.

  The original mother is very mysterious and powerful.

   Its origin can be traced back to the dark age of technology.

  The Emperor created the Twenty Primarchs from the Primordial Mother and some Dragons from the Nether and knowledge of the Warp.

   And based on the twenty primarchs, twenty legions of space fighters were created.

   During the Horus Rebellion, the Sons of Horus invaded the moon and defeated the Lunar Gene Church.

   At that time, a gene witch took away the original mother from the treasure house of Wanshi according to the request of the gene mother, and sent a distress signal to the void.

  The cruiser USS Sisyphum where Tulsa is located received this distress signal.

  The solar system at that time was the worst.

   Horus did not know what evil means he used, and tore a terrible rift near Terra.

   Unthinkably fleets of fleets crossed the void defenses of the solar system and appeared near the orbit of Terra.

  All kinds of news made everyone on the Sisyphum panic and uneasy.

  The rebels came to Terra with overwhelming force, leaving nothing to chance.

  Everyone was caught off guard by this.

   The void is burning, planets are being shattered.

   Endless terror, death and atrocities hang over the land of human origin.

  The grinning laughter of the gods resounded throughout the galaxy, cheering for the drama he directed.

  The Sisylphum was battered, and its hull was nearly torn apart after breaking away from the battlefield of the Jupiter Line.

   Even the best Mechanicus Sage cannot repair it.

  Sharokin and others finally chose to respond to the distress signal of the genetic witch.

  They went to the Moon and took the Prime Mother from the hands of the Sons of Horus.

   Tulsa did not see the end of the operation.

  His last memory is of endless pain.

  The pain of being burned by the flames.

  The temperature of the flame mixed with huge materials is so high that it can melt everything.

  In order to take away the original mother, he chose to trek in the sea of ​​fire.

   Lie Yan fused his armor with his flesh and blood, and even burned his flesh and blood, and he could see the white bones.

  The pain of being burned by the flames made Tulsa feel a trace of fear in her heart.

  He will die, like the corpses in the flames.

  But in the next second, his sense of mission and pride made him take the first step.

   It is the duty of each Salamander to bear what no one else can.

  Stand where others fall, and when they flinch, keep marching toward the flames.

  He picked up the weapon, carried the pot on his back, and walked towards the flames.

  The sky burns and the earth melts.

  Atomic flames sear his armor and flesh.

  Radioactive fire ripped through his helmet, licking his face.

  The burning pain came from the bone, like torture.

  His skin was scorched by the heat, peeling away at the weakest point of his skull.

   Every time he took a step, the pain would run down his bones and into his spine.

  Unimaginable pain filled his brain like glass, and his body seemed to be on fire.

   Tulsa is very firm.

   Step by step.

  Let your body be engulfed by flames.

  The dark skin fell off, and the flesh and blood splashed in the surrounding **** storm, like cinders popped out of the furnace.

  The grinning laughter of the gods echoed in his ears.

   They promise eternal happiness to Tulsa.

  As long as he is willing to give up and lie down, there will be no more pain.

   And just give up, what a simple and happy thing.

   Tulsa was unwavering.

  The sons of Prometheus were born bathed in flames, and pain was the hammer with which they were beaten.

  They don't give in to pain, they just conquer it.

   Tulsa has nothing to fear.

  The flames made him fall down again and again, but he stood up again and again while roaring.

  The shiny jar became heavier and heavier, making his steps more and more faltering, every step forward was so difficult and painful.

  The raging and scorching flames gave him the illusion of returning to Nocturne.

   I don't know how long it has passed.

   Tulsa is still in pain without surrender.

  He, as always, crossed the flames.

  The grinning laughter of the gods turned into an angry roar.

  It was deafening, causing the entire subspace to set off turbulent waves.

  So much desperation and misery they've inflicted on the damned wretch. ,

  Why can he persist? ?

  Why can he still go on like this step by step?

  Tulsa stepped out, and a gust of cool wind blew in front of him, causing his charred flesh and blood to burst like a dry shell.

  He saw the endless grasslands and the mountains stretching to the end of the sky.

   After looking around for a week, I found myself standing on a high mountain.

  The forest is as verdant as precious jade and is boundless, blown by the wind, undulating like the waves of the sea.

   Flocks of birds fly across the sky, enjoying the freedom and fresh air.

   Turning his head, he saw that the sea of ​​fire and **** that was raging just now was gone.

  There are only endless green grasslands and forests.

"Congratulations, Tulsa." A voice came, "Your courage and persistence are impressive. Those terrible fires will burn the unsteady to ashes, but you are so strong. You have won Victory in this trial, the wrath of the gods is their impotence, and they should never underestimate the courage and conviction of men."

  Tulsa followed the sound and looked over. An old man in a robe was holding a scepter decorated with a double-headed eagle on the top.

  He stood there, his robes covering his face.

   This is a creature living in conspiracy and trickery.

  By Space Marine standards, the old man was too thin.

  He hunched over, as if standing here had exhausted all his strength.

  "Who are you?" Tulsa didn't take it lightly because of the opponent's thinness.

   Bugs can also bring down tigers.

  Arrogance is the companion of death.

   Tulsa's lips squirmed slightly. ,

  "Don't you know me?" The old man raised his head and looked at the son of Prometheus.

   Seeing the other person's face, Tulsa subconsciously took two steps back.

   He opened his mouth.

   Then his face became sad.

   "Are you dead too? Lord Regent. It seems that we have failed!"

  Tulsa had the honor to go to Terra with her Primarch, Vulkan.

  At that time, Horus had not yet become the Warmaster.

  The War Council still holds all power in the nascent empire.

  As regent, Malcador is responsible for raising resources for the expedition and establishing all the rules and regulations of the new empire.

  When Vulkan came to Terra, he was received by Malcador as a Primarch. ,

   Tulsa was also able to meet the second in command of the empire.

  An extremely important advisor and assistant to the Emperor.

  Emperor, Prime Minister - Malcador, Marshal of the Forbidden Army - Valdor are also known as the Big Three of the Empire.

   Their power is the highest in the empire.

   Even the original body, in a sense, is in their inferior position.

   Only the Primarch controls the army, which makes the world look like the Primarch is the most powerful existence under the Emperor.

   Tulsa knew she was dead.

  Even if he was born on Nocturne, he couldn't have survived the flames.

  The empire's second-in-command like Malcador appeared here.

   Apart from the failure of the Battle of Terra, Tulsa can no longer find any reason.

  The sanctuary has been breached and the empire is over.

  The only thing they can do is revenge.

   Malcador smiled and shook his head.

   "We have not lost, nor have we won. The Emperor has not completed his vision, and the Four have not gotten what they wanted. There is an impasse among themselves."

   "Then why are you here, my lord?" Tulsa asked.

"I'm dead." When Malcador said this, he showed a trace of fatigue. "The battle of Terra drained the last drop of blood, and I died in that battle. My master spent ten thousand I collected most of my soul fragments from the subspace in 2009. In order to gain enough time and prevent the Lord of Darkness from coming, he gathered all his forces and slammed into the four gods to ensure that they would not be able to interfere with the empire in a short time. He handed us all over to Thirteen before finally leaving."

  "My duty now is to help those lost souls go back. The war is not over yet, and we still have unfulfilled responsibilities."

   "No. 13? The Primarch of the Ultramarines Legion? Roboute Guilliman?" Tulsa knows all the warbands well, and is naturally familiar with the Primarchs.

  "You can no longer call No. 13 like that." Malcador said: "No. 13 is the new Lord of Humanity, the new ruler of the empire, and the person you will be loyal to."

   "What the **** happened!" Tulsa looked blank, with endless confusion and confusion in his eyes.

"When you return to the real universe, you will understand everything." Malcador said: "Hurry up and go back, the great battle is about to start, and the lost heroes will return. The embers will fly upward and blaze again The earth is burning. Horus' rebellion is but a blip compared to the conflict to come."

   "How do I get back to the real universe?" Tulsa asked.

  "Why don't you take a look at what you vowed to bring out from the sea of ​​fire?" Malcador smiled.

  "That's just the primordial mother, yes."

  Tulsa's words were not finished.

  He was surprised to find that what he had memorized just now was not the original mother copy, but a huge key with a double-headed eagle emblem.

  The key turned into a point of light, floating in the air.

  He looked along the light spot, and found that the beautiful scenery behind him just now had turned into a vast biological laboratory.

  The walls of the laboratory are riveted with silver-white metal. The technology is very superb, and there is no trace of welding, as if it is a natural piece.

   Bright lights shine from the ceiling.

  A huge training cabin appeared in front of him.

   It is the naked self soaked in the nutrient solution.

  "A perfect body, just waiting for the soul to enter it, can be awakened." Malcador said: "Go and complete your unfinished mission, son of Prometheus."

   "What about you, my lord?" Tulsa asked.

   "The time has not come yet." Malcador disappeared after saying this.

  Tulsa blinked her eyes, only to find that she was soaked in the nutrient solution.

   What we are not in is a paradise with a beautiful environment, but in a biological laboratory.

  In the biological laboratory, there are a large number of biological cabins, and naked fighters float in them, with their eyes closed, waiting for their souls.

  【The target has awakened, and the ecological characteristics are stable. 】

  The nutrient solution was slowly pumped out, and with the humming sound of the machine, the nutrient bulkhead slowly retracted underground.

  Tulsa, whose body was limp, was stabilized by several industrial machine slaves, cleaned and placed on a soft, white mobile bed.

  A priest in a red robe walked up to Tulsa.

   Four or five servo skulls linked to the spine are floating in the air.

   "Do you know what your name is?" came a mechanical, emotionless voice from a servo-skull.

   "Tulsa, 24th Company of the Salamanders, Apothecary."

   "Very well, take him to the recovery room." The priest said, "Praise the Holy Emperor, and let a lost soul return."

  The Emperor's Sovereign is a marvel of human science.

  All kinds of incredible technologies can be found here.

  Vulkan, who has been forging weapons, used the convenience of the webway to rush from his forge world to the solar system.

  Guilliman asked the messenger to pass the password to him.

  From the mouth of the messenger, Vulkan knew that Guilliman also summoned Russ and Corax.

  Russ has gone to universe 03 to perform the task of killing gods.

  Corax was still with Guilliman, seemingly planning something.

  It involves him, or needs his help.

   Come out of the Webway Port located inside the Emperor Supreme.

   When Guilliman came to the throne, he came to the Royal Supreme, when the empire was just recovering.

  The Emperor Supreme is not as exaggerated as it is today, with all kinds of incredible and miraculous technologies.

   Space folds, dimension pockets and more.

  The Emperor Supreme is said to be a celestial-class warship, but the actual space is definitely more than the volume of a planet.

  Many buildings and facilities only retain one entrance on the Emperor Supreme.

  The door looks small, but when you walk in, it is a whole city.

  The empire's application of space dimension technology has been popularized to the civilian stage.

  Vulkan has been busy forging weapons, combining the technology of the empire and the knowledge of the warp to forge one artifact after another.

  He has recently focused on a nice neutron star, and is trying to find a way to see if he can compress it and make it into a weapon.

   Then it is really a magical soldier who will die if you hit it, and get hurt if you rub it.

  He didn't pay attention to how prosperous the empire is today.

  Millions of wide corridors, capable of passing huge trains and various vehicles.

  They are like veins, connecting the entire Emperor Supreme.

  The two sides of the corridor are connected with different pocket dimension spaces or folding spaces.

  In those folding spaces, there are commercial trade, special food, and various factories and so on.

  In some pocket-dimensional spaces specially used for trading, there are a wide variety of goods.

  Goods from all over the universe, and even other universes, can be found in the dimensional space of those commercial transactions.

  In some places, other universes are even being bought and sold, creatures that can be kept in captivity and used as pets.

  A group of merchants who followed the expeditionary force of the No. 0 universe got a batch of exotic dragons, phoenixes and other strange species.

   After bringing it back, it made a lot of money, and even set off a wave of alien craze.

  Many adventurers, like cowboys, try their best to go to another world to see if they can rise up.

   Such a prosperity, even Vulkan has never been able to imagine.

  If it was during the Great Expedition, who would have believed that there would be such a prosperous age.

  Even the evil **** who claims to be able to see the future would never have guessed that the achievements of human beings would be so terrifying.

  Vulkan concealed his shocked expression in front of the messengers, and followed them out of the complicated corridor to meet his brother.

  When Vulcan saw Guilliman, he was staying in the study with Corax, discussing certain things in front of several cosmic projections.

   Fingers slide those cosmic projections, as if a creation **** unimaginable by mortals is playing with the universe. +

   "Your Majesty." Vulcan said respectfully.

  Guilliman nodded.

  "Here you come. My brother."

  (end of this chapter)

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