Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter :
Chapter 404 The endless family played by the imperial army between applause (subscription required)
"For the glory of the gods, for the glory of the tribe."
Sitting on the Chaos Steed, Aislin heard the whispers of the gods.
The breath of chaos blew through his soul.
Sweet whispers promised him supreme power and destruction.
He hails from the Northern Wastes, so called by those who betray the honor of the gods.
It is connected to the kingdom of the gods - Chaos Wasteland.
Many warriors longing for glory and power would enter that dreadful place, seeking mighty weapons and blessings from the gods.
Aisling also entered the Chaos Wasteland.
There, he fought and killed all the enemies, and finally entered the kingdom of the God of Slaughter, received the blessing of the Lord of Brass, and became a powerful Chaos Lord feared by the world.
Such a life experience is impossible for most people.
Many unlucky people will die tragically under the claws of those mutant beasts on the first day they enter the Chaos Wasteland.
Aislin's ability to overcome many dangers and finally be blessed has fully demonstrated how terrifying his strength and courage are.
Such an achievement does not satisfy him and stop him.
There are many legends in the northern wastes, and he is just one of them.
He craves more.
Dedicate more blood and soul to the God of Slaughter, and get more blessings and honors.
Those who turned their backs on the gods couldn't understand why some people threw themselves into the arms of the gods and exchanged their lives for those insignificant blessings and rewards.
I think that what you get from following the gods is completely unequal to what you pay.
Horrible mutations, crazy killings, and souls will be distorted under the gaze of the gods.
Under such circumstances, how could anyone give up a stable life and take the initiative to accept the blessings of the gods.
Aisling never bothered to explain himself.
Those who are ignorant and ignorant will turn a blind eye to the salvation of the gods, and only see the useless surface.
There is no point in arguing or defining light and dark.
Power is the key to determine the future.
Those who fear the gods, hide and linger where there is no hope, and think they are justice and light, are but foolish self-deceptions.
The gods are fair, there is no disgusting intrigue, only the law of power supremacy.
Those who turned their backs on the gods stubbornly lived in their sad knowledge.
They have no idea how wonderful the freedom the gods have brought them is.
Where the gods come down, even the air is sweet.
The gods will not discriminate against anyone, as long as you can show enough value, then He will give blessings.
Even if it is a woman, as long as she is cruel enough and strong enough, Khorne will regard her as his own warrior and give her blessings.
That is true freedom and equality.
Aisling never expected those who turned their backs on the gods to understand this.
After all, they have never even enjoyed real freedom.
Those idiots deserved everything they suffered.
What Aislin has to do is to uphold the will of the gods and spread despair and fear to every place.
Plunder the wealth of those fools, and slaughter their family and friends.
Let them kneel before you, kiss your boots, and beg for a chance to be a slave.
Every time the army of chaos invades the world of order.
The tribes and barbarians of the Northern Wastes are an integral part of the forces of Chaos.
They are the Marauders of Chaos that dwarves, elves, and humans fear.
Those terrifying barbarians are covered with the blessings of the Chaos Gods, and have all kinds of terrible mutations.
Have all kinds of weird limbs, wield spiked flails and all kinds of giant axes and heavy swords to fight.
Their combat style can only be described as crazy.
Those guys have no respect for death.
I only hope that my **** battle and desperate fight can get the attention of the gods.
The barbarian tribes of the Northern Wastes knew how to fight when they emerged from the womb of their slave mothers.
The cruelty of the gods is manifested from the moment they are born.
The Horde respects strength.
Only strong and healthy babies can get food and live.
As long as there is a little problem, those weak and defective babies will be thrown directly into the wasteland by the tribe, and let those horrible beasts tear them apart.
It doesn't help how the baby's mother cries.
Trash should die, this is an eternal law.
The daily life of the tribe is fighting.
Even children's toys are all kinds of weapons.
They won't be doing any production.
That's what a lowly slave should do.
In the name of gods, they will fight tribes that believe in other gods, and plunder slaves and supplies from the homes of fools who dare to resist the rule of the gods.
The Chaos Lord-Aislin who was ordered to attack Cathay was also a barbarian warlord who grew up in the northern wasteland.
He believes in the God of Slaughter who is in charge of courage and war.
After receiving the blessing of the Lord of Brass, he vowed to use the heads of his enemies to pave a path of honor for the God of Slaughter, who symbolizes courage and war.
The God of Slaughter is an angry and impermanent god, but he is absolutely fair.
As long as Aisling can bring him enough blood and war, he will not be stingy with blessings.
The Eternal Chosen has reappeared in that lost city that is older than humans.
The disaster of annihilation is about to come to this world.
At the request of the gods, countless warriors gathered under the command of the Eternal God, hoping to follow him to fight in all directions.
An unprecedented wave of destruction will sweep the world.
The day of destruction is counting down.
The attack on Cathay is only a small part.
Bigger action has begun.
Eternal God's Chosen is ready to destroy the world.
Sitting on the back of the Chaos Warhorse, Aislin looked at the majestic city wall mixed with the power of the Dragon Emperor.
A warrior in brass armor and covered with human skin stood behind him.
Each side is followed by a team of bloodthirsty Killer Spawns and a few skinned hounds tied on ropes, ready to rush out at any time.
Their banners hang heads.
Aislin ruled a huge tribe in the northern wasteland.
He has 40,000 soldiers under his command, as well as countless slaves.
For this war, he brought them all out.
If you want to break the long wall of Cathay, you must have enough troops.
Of course, his strength alone is far from enough.
In this team, there are also the Conspiracy Wizards who believe in the Lord of Change and the Void War Gang of the Prince of Pleasure.
They are each ruled by a Chaos Lord.
Conspiracy Sorcerers are composed of mages and demon priests.
They can use the power of chaos to release various powerful spells.
Not only can summon rock golems, but it can also distort the earth, change the landscape, and create favorable terrain for the Chaos Legion.
The number of Conspiracy Wizards is small, but their combat power should not be underestimated.
Those fanatical priests and mages can fight against enemies several times in battle.
The members of the Void One warband are mostly knights, who ride gender-specific centaurs or beasts.
Mounts are equipped with various torture instruments, and they seek pleasure from pain.
Their team is also the craziest.
Slaves were pierced by rusty hooks and spikes, whipped by overseers, and screamed in pain with every step forward.
The dark red blood dripped on the ground, dyeing a scarlet road.
Some knights even had **** with unrecognizable slaves who screamed until they fainted during the march.
Using this madness to sacrifice to their gods.
These three teams are the main force to attack Cathay this time, and other forces also provided more or less support.
The number is huge, and the spiked chariots dragged by the twisted warhorses eroded by chaos rumbled forward, and the slaves and the defeated who were fixed on them made bleak screams.
These **** chariots are the absolute nightmare of any idiot foolish enough to defy the rule of the gods.
The **** horse is covered with thick steel plate armor, and the spiked hoof can easily smash the head, and use the mouth with fangs to bite the flesh and blood of the enemy.
The steel sickles and spikes fixed on the wheels and the car body shone with a dazzling cold light.
Once it rushes into the enemy's line, it will be a brutal massacre.
Spikes and spikes cover the body and crush enemies before they can escape.
Let the enemy feel like a nightmare rushing into reality.
Warriors on chariots are even more terrifying.
They use sharp knives and barbed whips to maim or kill enemies who try to get close.
The battle formation formed by the gathering of those terrifying chariots is unstoppable. Once the soldiers are put into the battlefield, it will be a nightmare for the enemy.
Behind the chariot is an altar for offering sacrifices to the gods.
Tribes often carried shrines or altars to the gods when they rushed to battle.
They wage war in the name of the gods, offering sacrifices to the Ruinous Powers directly on the battlefield.
The styles of the altars are different. If you know the gods, you can tell the gods that the altars belong to at a glance.
The altar of the God of Slaughter is often made of bones, decorated with brass and blades around it, and the heads of valuable enemies are piled up, and the corpses are also placed.
Blood will continuously flow from the corpses on the altar.
The altar is dragged by those mutated behemoths in heavy armor, and it is also a terrible siege weapon while offering sacrifices.
The God of Slaughter doesn't care if his altar is used as a weapon.
He only cared about shedding more blood.
The altar of the Prince of Pleasure is often very luxurious, piled with all kinds of precious spices and silk, with an almost cloying aroma and sweetness.
And the skin and heart that are loyal to the Prince of Pleasure and are willing to be skinned and boned by believers.
Sometimes, there will also be naked, plump priestesses dancing temptation dances in front of the altar.
Those warriors who have obtained the head of the enemy and completed the test will have a certain opportunity to have fun with the priests in various cruel and torture ways on the altar of the Prince of Joy, and prove their piety in this way in full view.
The altar of the Plague God is filthy, with all kinds of dirty internal organs and a huge number of unbelievable parasites, flies and rotten stains that carry the plague.
The altar of the Lord of Change is more normal than the other three.
Basically, they are all polished from crystals that exude brilliant light.
On the altar are the skulls of failed conspiracy masters or mages.
Followed by the team of Chaos Dwarves.
Chaos Dwarves have a mastery of steam mechanics far surpassing their counterparts who have betrayed the honor of the gods.
In the Chaos Wastes and the Northern Wastes, the steam machines of the Chaos Dwarves dug underground like creeping rotten fruit.
Using their talents, the Chaos Dwarves established a terrifying kingdom under the dark and deep underground.
They drove huge tunnel excavators and borehole breakers, and they were digging underground day and night.
The sides of those steel machines are rusted from blood.
Every once in a while, they will sacrifice a large number of slaves in exchange for the protection of the Chaos Gods.
In that huge underground kingdom, all kinds of large machinery are roaring day and night.
With the collision and explosion between the steel.
The loud voice resounded through the earth.
Chaos Dwarves prefer steel, flame and steam, and despise the weakness of flesh and blood.
They are the important cards for Aislin, the Chaos army, to break the long wall.
Those who use steam locomotives to drag those steel giants will let Cathay know the power of Chaos.
Let them understand that a new age has come.
All creatures will surrender at the feet of the gods.
Chaos dwarves combine evil magic and steel creations,
They possess all kinds of deadly creations.
A fragment cannon capable of splashing deadly fragments in a barrage of death.
Can shoot lava cannonballs or lava cannons that spray high-temperature flames.
Each of those giant cannons is unique, cast by the demon blacksmiths of the Chaos Dwarves, and is a symbol of their honor and status.
In addition, there are rocket launchers, mortars and many other artillery.
Once they are all released, even a magnificent city will collapse.
The team stretches for several kilometers and is huge.
These people, like Aislin, are eager to destroy the long wall of Cathay, and bring destruction to those sons of the east who know nothing.
Burned their exquisite palaces with fire, and piled up the heads of men, women, old people, and children in the burning city.
When he was close enough to Changyuan, Aislin saw those Kongming spaceships that disgusted him flying out of the territory of Cathay.
Those guys are big trouble.
The reason why every attack on Cathay failed.
The reason why those Kongming spaceships occupy a large part.
They unleash artillery fire and bombs from the sky, disrupting the rear of Chaos armies.
Once the formation is chaotic, Cathay's cavalry and infantry will join forces to attack.
With two sides attacking, no matter how powerful the Chaos army is, it will collapse, and in the end it will have no choice but to retreat.
Countless followers of Chaos were cut down by the Cathay army.
What's more, Cathay still has dragons.
Different from western wyverns.
The dragon of Cathay is slender and has no wings.
But they are just as scary.
As without wings, Cathay's dragon can fly.
They are also covered with thick scales, stronger than steel.
Hard claws can easily tear apart the armor blessed by the Chaos Gods.
The mouth can spew out terrible flames full of divine power.
Their horns can also release a series of terrible thunder.
But this time Aislin has confidence, they already have enough anti-air power.
The Conspiracy Sorcerers bring troops capable of flying through the air.
Those transformed wizard warriors control round flying saucers that are carved with countless runes and shine with strange light.
Able to release a series of terrible spells through witchcraft.
When close enough, the Chaos Dwarf pulls the Hellcannon out.
Arranged in front of the formation, ready to bombard the tall city wall.
Those giant cannons were cold and heavy, and when they moved, they left traces on the ground.
Aislin looked at those giant cannons and dwarven rockets, he could no longer imagine anything that could stop them from breaking through the long wall with the honor of the gods, and turning the prosperous Cathay into scorched earth.
Anticipation and excitement surged in his heart.
Destruction always brings him unimaginable excitement.
For the destruction of beauty, people will get distorted satisfaction.
It's as if people always like to watch the innocent and cute girl next door finally become black and evil under the abuse of the perverted uncle.
Unfortunately, fate did not favor Aislin and his companions.
They longed to present a feast to the supreme gods.
Soon, they will understand that they have been abandoned by the gods.
When the golden daemon came under the fire of the Chaos Dwarves, so did death and destruction.
A flag with a golden double-headed eagle tattooed on it fell from the sky with the sound of howling wind.
Leading the Void Warband, blessed by the gods, and using his tentacles to torture the female slaves, the Chaos Lord directly pierced through and nailed to the ground.
It was as if a God of War stood in his divine kingdom, and the thrown spear turned into a shooting star, finally piercing his enemy.
Among the warriors of the mortal world, the Chaos Lords are the most feared beings.
They are so powerful that they are like gods walking among mortals.
Wearing a terrifying baroque armor, decorated with various heads and skins.
In front of them, the chaotic champions looked very short, and could even be said to be like weak children.
Every Chaos Lord has come a long and hard way.
The road is littered with broken silks sacrificed to its ambitions and other rivals of the lord's defeat.
They are irresistible and powerful fighters.
Possesses the prodigious strength of a troll and the cunning and agility of a viper.
They have the blessings of the gods, they are the gods of death who slaughter cities and countries, and they are legends created by blood and violence.
The Chaos Lord of the Void One Warband died without even seeing his enemies.
The female slave tortured by the Chaos Lord let out a horrified cry.
She watched up close as the hideous, slimy tentacled Chaos Lord was pinned to the ground and burned to ashes.
The golden double-headed eagle banner unfurled in front of her, hunting in the air.
Some Chaos Warriors will find him pathetic.
Going so far, but dying without even having to fight.
Pathetic.
But Aislin, who witnessed the arrival of the golden demon god, thought that guy was lucky.
The Chaos Lord died happily while enjoying himself.
Without survivors like him going through the torment of broken faith and hopelessness.
Imagine, they trek along with hundreds of thousands of troops blessed by the gods, ambitiously preparing for a shocking war, but they are slaughtered in a very short time.
What a mockery of their faith.
"In the name of the Holy Emperor, in the name of the Great Emperor."
The metal pole of the banner was nailed to the bloated body of the Chaos Lord, and the golden double-headed eagle banner flew in the air.
Absolutely cold, absolutely rational roars also resounded across the battlefield, heralding the arrival of death.
A golden figure fell from the sky.
Varerian was the first imperial army to follow the cross-universe exploration team. He did not receive the most advanced fourth original casting upgrade.
Only received the second Primaris upgrade.
But he himself is a destructive entity cast by the emperor using the golden age technology, and he is blessed with two original casting upgrades and emperor fragments.
How could a group of barbaric natives who were only blessed by the gods of chaos be his opponents!
When he landed from a high altitude, the huge impact force knocked away the Chaos servants next to him.
The weapon in his hand was covered with a blue arc following his will.
A massacre enough to make many Chaos minions desperate began.
Miaoying stood on the Kongming spaceship, watching the battlefield where the screams were coming out.
She is thankful that she did not act recklessly and regard the other party as an enemy
Otherwise, she will most likely provoke an unimaginably powerful enemy for Cathay.
After receiving the report from the soldiers at the banquet, Miaoying put on her armor and was ready to go out.
Such a huge Chaos team is coming.
It will inevitably be a long and fierce battle.
Varerian also put on his golden armor and took a group of crew members. He wanted to follow Miaoying to the expedition, and wanted to help her.
Miaoying allowed him to go with him in order to let him see the strength of the Cathay army and let him restrain his arrogance.
However, on the battlefield, the situation completely deviated from Miaoying's control.
When Valyrian boarded the long wall, he jumped directly from the majestic city wall that isolated the eastern prairie, and landed in the enemy formation several miles away.
Holding the halberd covered with electric current, sweep the enemy.
She couldn't see how many enemies were killed, nor the process of killing them.
The steel cannons and steam trains of the Chaos Dwarves were overturned and chopped into steam-breathing scrap iron.
Mighty Chaos Champions and Champions are slashed to the ground like wild dogs.
too fast.
Incredibly fast.
There is no fairness whatsoever.
This is a massacre.
The massacre of hundreds of thousands of chaotic minions by a demon god.
Those slaves of Chaos died one after another.
No dignity, no honor.
They were killed like ants.
Wei Jing's craziest storyteller would dare not tell such incredible plots.
The Aurora general next to Miaoying also fell silent.
The massacre in front of him is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Under the body covered with golden armor, there is the body of a god.
Eslin's hands were shaking while sitting on the Chaos Steed.
From birth to now, he felt fear for the first time.
The warrior blessed by the Chaos Gods died meaninglessly in front of that golden figure.
They couldn't do any harm to it.
Before he could react, he had been cut into several pieces.
That terrifying daemon has no emotion.
In this grand killing, the other party did not have any joy.
There is only extreme cruel slashing.
The gods do not like such wars.
No emotional din.
Craving without desire.
Only the cold pursuit of the goal.
For such beings, neither benevolence nor hatred exists.
The Chaos Dwarves were destroyed along with their creations.
Before their artillery had time to play a role, it had already been reduced to pieces.
Covered in armor dwarf warriors and their slaves are reduced to unrecognizable shards of flesh in just a few breaths.
They were torn apart without mercy.
Shards of steel flew in the air together with the broken limbs of the dwarves.
Conspiracy Sorcerers attempt to use their sorcery to change the tide of battle.
They screamed piercingly, casting spells in rage.
However, every flame and thunder they released was strangely extinguished in front of the opponent's golden armor.
It was as if some invisible force blocked the magic and disintegrated the etheric winds.
Those wizards tried their best, and the only thing they did was to attract the attention of the golden demon god.
After killing a mutated terrifying blood beast, that guy turned his target to them.
The wizards of the cabal ushered in their own demise in screams.
The golden figure rushed into the ranks of the conspiratorial wizard group directly against those terrible witchcraft like a lion rushing into a flock of sheep.
Rows of wizards and slaves were cut in half with a single blow.
The altar of the Lord of Change was also shattered in the battle.
Dead bodies and screams everywhere.
The mighty, blessed Lord of Chaos wants to unleash a terrible spell.
The speed of the opponent is much faster than him.
The war halberd easily chopped off his head, allowing the gathered magical power to dissipate in the air.
Aislin witnessed the collapse of this powerful Chaos army in a very short period of time.
Those slaves whom they enslaved and tortured picked up the fallen weapons to avenge their masters with barbed whips.
After the golden demon **** beheaded the Chaos Lord of the conspiracy wizard group, he looked at Aislin.
The powerful Lord of Chaos, patron of the God of Blood and Courage, subconsciously made a decision that violated his beliefs.
He drove his mount, turned around and fled.
The cold, terrifying eyes of the golden demon **** froze his blood.
As if he was the next rice plant to be harvested.
He is not afraid of death, but such a meaningless sacrifice makes him unacceptable.
Aisling escaped.
Like a coward.
The blood god's roar echoed in his ears.
Outraged by his actions.
Valyrian slaughtered with all his might.
However, hundreds of thousands of people are scattered over several kilometers.
No matter how fast he kills, he is bound to slip through the net.
To be honest, it may be better to leave such killings to the Titans or fighter groups.
Their weapons can easily reduce everything within kilometers to ash.
Custodians and Primaris Warriors were created to destroy powerful individuals, or as raiding troops to pry open enemy strongholds.
Their battlefield positioning has never been used to deal with these ordinary people.
Valyrian did not pursue the fleeing Chaos Lord.
He didn't even go after any of the fleeing minions of Chaos, or lay his hands on those who knelt and surrendered.
When this chaotic army left countless corpses and fled to the distance in embarrassment.
Valyrian's goal has been achieved.
He firmly believes that this demonstration will make Cathay realize what they are facing.
Everything they have experienced before is nothing more than a small fight.
Only by joining the Human Empire can we survive in the face of the real Chaos Wave.
In order to fight against the terrible dark truth of the universe.
Universe 01.
The empire's first trans-universe outpost.
Mu Mu is old, and Galileo, who is about to die, stands on the balcony walking out of the ward, looking at the majestic city.
Several of his friends were by his side.
Several important figures of the empire in universe 01 also stood in the room, listening to the old miner's last words, and accompanied him on the last journey.
The ward is very large, like a palace.
Various advanced medical instruments are placed in the ward.
But no one cared about this, people all showed grief, feeling sad for the departure of another imperial hero.
Time is the most ruthless thing in this world.
It buried countless heroes.
Galileo left no heirs.
The seeds of the soulless were implanted in his body, and ordinary people would be naturally afraid of him.
Under such circumstances, it is difficult for him to find a suitable partner of the opposite **** and raise offspring with him.
But he didn't have any dissatisfaction.
His life is enough.
"I am ready to return to the embrace of the Holy Emperor." Galileo said.
Hearing this, everyone in the room showed sad expressions.
As the first group to open up a trans-universe tunnel, and to work in that dangerous environment until now, Galileo's experience is a precious wealth of the empire.
Many of his opinions have allowed many miners to survive in dangerous tunnels, and have also reduced a lot of losses for the empire.
The successful construction of the inter-universe tunnel is due to the miners.
Galileo, who participated in the opening of the first cross-universe tunnel and has survived, is a talent of an imperial strategist.
Many dangerous areas that appeared during construction were basically led by Galileo.
His name is destined to be remembered.
He is the hero of the empire.
is also a hero of mankind.
The Manifest Destiny of Mankind to rule over diversity has never come because of a certain person.
It was created by countless human sacrifices.
There was the sound of heavy footsteps, and several armored Astartes entered the room.
Everyone showed expressions of astonishment, and the characters who appeared next made them even more incredible.
Dorne came in from behind the Astartes.
He looked dusty and tired, and his face was still tired, obviously he had squeezed time out of his busy affairs.
"Master Dorne."
"Master Dorne."
Several officials saluted him.
Dawn waved his hand as his own response, and looked at the doctor beside him.
"How is it going?"
"The soul has already shown signs of corruption. You should not continue to undergo life-extending surgery. Before the corruption of your soul expands, you should send it back to the realm of the Holy Emperor to sleep." The doctor said in a respectful tone: "All implants have been closed, and his vitality is failing. , the body will fall into real death at any time."
Dawn showed a trace of reluctance on his face.
Entering sleep in the realm of the Holy Emperor is also equivalent to death in the past.
The soul needs a long time to recover from the wear and tear in the real universe.
Galileo, who works in the inter-universe tunnel, is more risky and needs to sleep for a longer time.
"On behalf of the people of the empire, I would like to express my gratitude to you, Galileo." Dorn approached Galileo, and said in a deep voice: "You have worked for the empire for centuries, and you are a hero of the empire and mankind. I will Write a letter to the Holy Emperor, asking him to confer the title of hero on you, and there should be a statue of you in the Hero Square of the solar system."
"I have never killed an enemy, how can I become a hero." Galileo was flattered and waved his hands again and again.
The hero squares in the solar system are all the heroes of the empire who are sung.
Only people like Dante and Calgar, who are admired by the world, or people like Tirian, who made great contributions to the empire and saved mankind from civil war, will have sculptures standing on them.
Galileo never thought he had any qualifications to have his own sculpture in Heroes Square.
He was just a miner at the beginning, and after living a long time, he took up some management positions in the Transverse Development Management Department and participated in meetings.
If you didn't go to battle to kill the enemy, didn't turn the tide, and save the empire from danger, what qualifications do you have to become a hero of the entire empire.
"The empire is not just one battlefield." Dorn whispered: "You have proved your worth, Galileo. Fighting for so long in the interstellar tunnel with a mortal body."
Inter-universe tunnels are dug deep in the warp.
It is equivalent to working under the eyes of the gods.
Galileo fought for the inter-universe tunnel all his life. Even though he was just a miner, he still showed his brilliance.
If such a person is not a hero, then what kind of person is a hero?
Those warriors who hold swords and fight on the battlefield are heroes.
Those ordinary people who burn themselves out for the advancement of mankind are also heroes.
Hearing Donne's words, Galileo smiled.
He never thought he would get such an honor.
Under the gaze of everyone, Galileo closed his eyes and ushered in his own death.
His life wasn't wonderful, but it was fulfilling enough.
As an ordinary person, he witnessed the first step of the empire towards the heavens.
When, after countless ages, those who descended from the universe will travel across the universe as the norm.
Witnessing the huge and magnificent interstellar tunnel that is enough to pass through the stars, curiosity often emerges in the hearts of those descendants.
What kind of sacrifices did the ancestors of mankind pay to open up such a road under such difficult conditions.
What a bunch of people they are!
Why have the courage to complete such a great cause!
Dorn witnessed Galileo's departure.
Another imperial hero dedicated his life to the great cause of the Holy Emperor.
He sighed softly.
As the Primarch, he knows very well that the salvation that mankind longs for is in the distant future, and the long journey of the empire will eventually exhaust generation after generation.
"Marshal, you should leave immediately, the corps on the flanks are doing their best to cover, and they will create opportunities for you to evacuate." The adjutant said,
"No matter how legendary a hero is, he will also meet his own end."
Hawk, who was watching the holographic projection in front of him, said calmly: "They want to win this war by attacking the commander's position, order the flanks to continue attacking, and the empire will win this battle."
The war in the No. 02 universe has been heated up.
The human empire broke the wall of origin and occupied several parallel universes in succession. However, in the parallel universe No. 045, they encountered stubborn resistance.
Those superheroes who thought they were defending their homeland united against the rule of the empire.
They are indifferent to the truth revealed by the Empire, and stubbornly believe that the Empire is the invader.
Even though the empire keeps telling them that the entire universe is just a captive existence.
They all think that their family members, their friends are real, their past, and their lovers are also real.
Then this world is real.
The empire is the lie, the invader.
They want to unite together to defeat the invaders, liberate those enslaved and deceived by the empire, and rebuild their beautiful homeland.
Primaris forces of the Empire have been sent against a Legion of Overseers.
If superheroes are regarded as captive poultry, then the Overseer Legion is undoubtedly the farmer in charge of captivity.
The two are not on the same level at all.
Titus had to lead the original warriors to deal with them.
Solving the battle of superheroes can only be handed over to Hawke and others.
The power of superheroes should not be underestimated. Whether it is the Sandman of the parallel universe No. 045 as the leader, Superman No. 043, Dr. Fate No. 048, Dr. Manhattan No. 066, etc., they all have powerful power.
The problem is that they are not a real army.
Fighting alone, each of them has outstanding abilities.
Cross-galaxy-level battles are a great test of the commander's strategic thinking ability and strategic command ability.
Expecting a group of superheroes who seek superiority over mortals to fight this level of war is like asking a hunk to go to war.
Hawk relied on his own strategy to easily send them into his encirclement, blocking the creation star of the parallel universe No. 107.
Many superheroes keep winning battles and find themselves losing the war.
When they realized that they had nowhere to go, they gathered together like wild dogs in a hurry, trying to attack Hawke's position, forcing the opponent to move the flanks away, giving them a chance to escape.
"Marshal, you are more important than the victory of this war." The adjutant said: "Those enemies are just young people, they won't be around for long."
"I'm old," Hawke said calmly. "When I made this strategy and played it again, I discovered the problem. How could I make such a simple mistake and put myself in danger. So I went for a checkup and they said my soul was worn out and that despite all the technology, I would keep making mistakes."
"One strategic mistake can't explain anything, my lord." The adjutant said: "You don't need to be too entangled."
"I have made mistakes in dealing with these rubbish. If I command a large-scale battle, wouldn't I make mistakes!" Hawke looked at his adjutant, "The different time flow rates in this universe have exacerbated my aging. Only a dozen years have passed, but I have already experienced one hundred and fifty years of fighting in Universe 02."
The inter-universe tunnel connects the universes together, knowing the existence of each other.
It seems that two countries have established diplomatic relations. After they have trade relations, their currencies can be exchanged.
The time scale can be unified, but the time flow rate cannot be unified.
In some places, the time flow will be faster, and in some places, it will be slower.
Besides the influence of the subspace, the space-time structure of each universe, and some individuals have the power of time, all of which lead to the difference in the time flow rate of each universe.
In some places, the time flow rate has reached an astonishing 1:100, or even more.
When the big rift tears the Milky Way, it also causes the inconsistency of the flow speed of time.
Some planets have been fighting for more than a hundred years, and some planets have just passed a few days.
In fact, there is no large rift, and time is also affected by gravity.
It is as if the time flow of neutron stars is much slower than that of other planets.
"Let the flanking corps continue to attack. If they can be eliminated, at least more than fifty parallel universes will no longer have the power to resist the empire, and the empire will be able to gain a firm foothold in the No. 02 universe."
"Do you really want to do this! Even if you can no longer continue to command operations, you can still retreat."
"I don't want to return to the embrace of the Holy Emperor with disgrace, and I don't want to make a big mistake in a major battle in the future, leading to the failure of the entire battle, and I don't want to die on the hospital bed. This is the best ending. I will wipe out these Against the bugs of the Empire, and to a not so bad end."
ps: I overslept last night, so I didn't update the second chapter.
(end of this chapter)