Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter :
Chapter 75 The Unlucky Demon Prince
The life of the entire planet is decaying under the terrible power of the virus bomb.
Even microorganisms are eroded away.
The huge amount of decaying matter produced a thick, flammable gas that enveloped the entire planet's atmosphere.
Esther launched the second strike of the Extermination Order, Firestorm.
The warships that received the order launched a light spear attack on the planet's atmosphere at the same time.
Accompanied by bright scorching beams of light, the atmosphere mixed with flammable gases was ignited like dried cotton.
A series of giant fire tornadoes formed due to the temperature difference appeared on the surface of the earth, connecting the sky and the earth, as amazing as a pillar of fire supporting the sky.
The majesty of those fire tornadoes can be clearly seen even standing on the deck of a battleship in low earth orbit.
The air mixed with flammable gas burned violently, forming a roaring flame storm that swept everything in sight.
The plains and mountains were turned into scorched earth, and the remains of life were burned away in the flames, leaving only barren rock formations.
The ocean is also burning violently, and those huge marine organisms and microorganisms have become silted blood, releasing a large amount of flammable gas.
The rotten orc corpse was in the raging flames, but it was wiped out in a moment.
The scorching wind swept across the surface of the planet, and the deadly fire tornado wiped out abandoned buildings.
Nothing is immune to this.
Whether it is flesh and blood, buildings, or metals, they all melt and flow in this unimaginably high temperature.
The remains of human buildings and the rough buildings of orcs collapsed in the raging flames.
The fire burned for nearly forty minutes before slowly stopping.
The entire planet was crimson, and it took a long time for the terrifying temperature to drop slowly.
It was already four hours after Opal and others came out of the ground.
Looking around, the whole world was scorched black.
This is the power of the extermination order, all signs of life will be completely erased, so as to achieve the effect of purification.
Trembling, the silver-haired Denrence walked up to the surface again after twenty years.
Looking up, the mountains and rivers that come into view are all scorched black.
Seeing that everything was gone, only ashes were flying, his eyes also showed blankness.
"Rebuild from the ruins, Danrence." Opal said, "This world belongs to the Empire again. The great Lord of Ultramar, the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor, Lord Guilliman has returned, and you don't have to worry about the orcs anymore." Invasion. The empire will be reshaped, and your security will be a priority."
For Danluns, Opal does not have any honorific title.
It is somewhat inappropriate to call someone an old man just because he looks old.
In terms of age, Opal is older than Dan Luns.
It's just that he has undergone plastic surgery, so he doesn't look old.
"Master Guilliman?" Danrence looked confused, he didn't know what the name represented.
So did the other survivors.
They looked dazed, unaware of the weight of this name.
Opal didn't blame them either.
They are just mortals, and most of them have never left their own planet or even the area they live in. Many things are just legends to them.
The Primarch was active 10,000 years ago, and now those heroes who once walked among the stars and helped the Emperor build a great empire have long become untraceable myths and legends.
Even the war between the Empire and Chaos seems absurd to many remote star regions of the Empire, like a story in the Arabian Nights.
Distance can always erase many things, making the real things seem no longer real.
Several gunships fell from the sky, and after opening the hatch, a group of mechanical priests, technical slaves and political officials came out.
These are the managers and builders selected by Guilliman for those disorderly worlds.
The empire owns two-thirds of the galaxy, with huge industrial and war potential.
Now, the most important thing is to unleash these potentials.
Only in this way can we ensure that mankind can securely win the next war.
It is extremely necessary to reform every imperial world.
A large number of reform builders and political officials were recruited into each expedition team.
They took the orders of the original body and new technologies to various planets, helped the local transformation, and developed their potential to provide more assistance to the empire.
3 weeks later, the Silver Skulls withdrew from the planet Yelia.
Mechanical priests, technical slaves and political officials, and members of the new Church reformed by Guilliman remained.
Their mission is to rebuild the planet, making it a planet suitable for human habitation and capable of providing high-quality resources to the Empire, as the Primarch designed.
Resources are not limited to coal and iron, but also a large number of talents, conscripts, etc.
The task of Opal and others has been completed. They are sharp swords and weapons in the hands of the empire.
The Yelia galaxy does not need weapons now, what it needs is construction and development.
It is time for this sharp sword to be cast elsewhere, to continue fighting for the Emperor and the Primarch.
Seeing the Yelia star shrunk to the size of a basketball, Opal also regained his focus and prepared for the next battle.
"Until death." Opal's heart is extremely firm, and he has no fear of the next war.
The Glory of Macragge.
In the deep prison.
"You can't do this!"
"No, no, please."
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Cherubel, who is the Demon Prince, screamed in despair.
Seeing the Primarch approaching step by step, he was so frightened that he tried to shrink to the corner of the cell.
"I am happy that you are willing to tell me information about the subspace. But I don't like your tone."
Guilliman grabbed the demon prince Cherubel, and the giant Primarch grabbed his neck, "You'd better be honest, demon. Other mortals fear you because they fear your power. But I can easily crush you to death." You, and completely shattered your essence, and let you return to nothingness forever."
"Don't make me angry, or I don't mind killing you."
After speaking, Guilliman threw Cherubel to the ground.
Vinsenhorn stood on a plate, seeing this scene, his eyes were full of awe.
Cherubel has been entangled with his feud for many years.
This demon is always thinking about **** Vincenthorn.
thus playing with his soul.
On weekdays, when Vinsenhorn faced this demon, the opponent was also extremely rampant, constantly trying to trick Vinsenhorn into giving in to his inner desires.
But in front of the Primarch, the Demon Prince was abused terribly, not to mention bewitching, even if he said a few more words, he would be beaten violently.
Just now, Cherubelle used the devil's usual Jie Jie twice, and was beaten by Guilliman.
"The great regent of the human empire." Cherubel said respectfully, no longer daring to have the slightest arrogance.
He didn't want to use himself to try whether he would be resurrected after being killed by the cursed one.
Cherubel: ┭┮﹏┭┮, why should I be so sad as the devil prince.
Even if it was sealed by Vinsenhorn, it is still beaten and humiliated by the cursed parent and child.
was also forced to become a devil's traitor, performing various deception rituals, and detaining those subspace demons.
Those summoned subspace demons thought they could have a feast in the real universe and harvest a lot of flesh and soul.
As a result, he was beaten violently as soon as he arrived.
Forced to provide Guilliman with information, but also to be enslaved by his engraving and sign an extremely unequal contract.
So far, twenty subspace demons have been murdered by the parents and children of the cursed.
Those demons crawled out of the subspace happily, and then ran back with ugly faces.
Those subspace demons are not under the command of the Four Gods, and after being violently beaten and enslaved by Guilliman, no one will stand up and take revenge for them.
"Such an attitude is very good." Guilliman looked at the demon host lying on the ground, who had transformed into demon horns and black flesh wings, showing an unpredictable smile.
"Okay, I will keep it, the great human empire regent." Cherubel said humbly.
"How is Magnus?" Guilliman asked.
(end of this chapter)