Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 153 Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God, Skull Sacrifice (Subscription required)

  The Beta-Garmon galaxy is a multi-child galaxy.

  The stars burning with blue and white flames control the six planets by virtue of the gravity of the celestial body.

   Among them, planet No. 5 of the Beta-Garmon galaxy is the most precious.

  Relying on the excellent void port and unique void gravity, this planet has become a prosperous world.

  A large number of floating platforms and space foundry factories, smelting factories are suspended in the low-earth orbit of the planet.

  More than 30% of the troops from Terra are stationed here.

  A large number of transport ships travel between the ground and the sky like bee swarms.

   "For Terra and Mars."

  As the leader of the knight family - Hanto raised his arms and shouted, and the other knights followed suit.

   They belong to the Taranis family.

   This ancient family originated from Mars.

  The ancestors of this ancient family have control over the first knight armor of the prototype of the Dark Age of Technology.

  The Taranis family will always fight for humanity.

   This is their blood-worn oath, and every descendant of the Taranis family will never forget it.

  From the ancient Long Night to the Great Crusade, they always choose human beings instead of glory and power.

  This excellent character has made this family suffer a lot.

   All the way to the brink of extinction.

  But this family still walked down tenaciously, unlike other families who were enslaved on their mechanical throne because of various crimes.

  They maintained their independence, and gained the respect of Mechanicus and Terra by virtue of their achievements.

  During the Horus Rebellion, the civil strife broke out on Mars, causing the entire Taranis family to be almost extinct.

  After the battle that hurt both sides, there were only two knights left in the whole family.

  One of them was seriously injured and could only rely on machinery to continue his life.

   Once reached the edge of extinction.

  However, the Taranis family survived that darkest moment and once again became the staunch guardians of mankind.

   "For humanity."

  Hanto silently recited the family oath in his heart, he will die for human beings, and die for loyalty, this point will never change.

  Mechanical prompts sounded in the wide bulkhead, urging the knights to leave the cabin as soon as possible.

  Among the flickering lights, dozens of Mechanical Thrones are under the red light, waiting for the activation of the knights.

  The knight mechas are all fixed in the frame composed of thick mechanical arms and thick hydraulic pipes.

  They lie dormant, waiting to be awakened.

   Following the prompt sound, the hatch on the other side slowly opened with the hiss of the hydraulic pipeline.

  The transport ship they were on had already landed on the ground, and the driver was waiting for the knights to take the mecha away, and then went to transport the next batch of passengers.

   Hanto stepped towards his mechanical throne and walked over.

  His hair was combed back into a big back, and he was specially waxed, which made him look very beautiful.

  The nerve entrance on the forehead is clearly visible without any occlusion.

   Several followers were trotting, following behind him.

   "Knights. Let's go, let the world see the style of the Taranis family." Hanto shouted.

   After shouting, he stretched out his hand to the side.

  A squire put the helmet on his hand.

  Hanto put it on his head, letting the pad completely cover the skull.

  The transparent, impurity-free eyepiece blocked his eyes, the sealing buckle was locked, and the nerve interface was automatically connected, pierced into his skull, and connected to his nerves.

  The buzzing sound of the machine came from the back of the head, and the communication device chart emerged, and all the knights of the Taranis family here were connected to the same channel.

   Hanto walked towards his mechanical throne and sat on it.

   The nerve cables of the Mechanical Throne automatically extend, biting their interfaces like snakes.

   and the knight become one.

  More data was displayed in front of Hanto.

  The mechanical arm rumbled, hanging down from the ceiling of the transport ship, grabbed the mechanical throne, and embedded it into the knight mech.

  Wait until the connection completion icons light up one by one, the hatch cover will automatically fall, and the snap sound will sound, sealing it tightly.

  Purified air rushed in from the ventilation duct with a hiss, replacing the chaotic air and increasing the cabin pressure.

  The connection interface of the nerve impulse device emerged, and a large amount of information flooded into the knight's mind.

  In an instant, Hanto could feel his body and the knight titan becoming one.

  He could no longer feel his flesh and blood.

  At this moment, his body is a mechanical body made of pure gold and various high-strength synthetic metals.

  Knight Titan and his mind are still inseparable, like a glove and hand, human and machine are also integrated.

  At this moment, he turned into a metal giant, clenched the iron fist of the gun, and the high temperature of the plasma reactor replaced the beating of his heart.

   "For the Emperor, for Omnisea." Hanto shouted, full of conviction.

  Many knights also shouted through the mechanical generator in response to the patriarch.

"go ahead."

   Following his words, the knight titan's feet were bare, and the mechanical clamps used to fix it on his waist and shoulders all fell off.

  Under the knight's control, the knight titan started to move.

   They walked towards the surface of the planet Beta-Garmon V.

  The Knight Titans formed a neat phalanx, carrying a strong sense of oppression.

  When the knights walked out in line, the soldiers of the nearby Star Space Army felt a palpitation caused by depression.

  Knights are symbols of destruction, as long as they appear, they are the enemy's nightmare.

   Their existence also deters other troops, never have the idea of ​​betraying the Emperor, otherwise, they will destroy you.

   Not far from the Taranis Family, large Titans are being released from the Titan Transport Ship.

  They are bigger and more impactful.

  The tall and majestic steel body is a symbol of the destructive power of the God of All Things.

   Those titans just standing there are enough to make mortals feel fearful and uneasy.

  Many members of the Taita Order also descended to the surface along the transport ship.

   This time, Mars sent the two most important Titan Orders over.

  Jiaoyang Legion with all female members.

   and the Firebee Legion known as the Executioners of Mars.

  These two Titan legions are well-known in the empire.

  Perhaps, this is fate.

   During the Great Crusade, the Jiaoyang Legion had a tragic fight with the Titan Legion on the rebel side.

  The location is also on planet Beta-Garmon 5.

   It was a battle that assembled most of the empire's troops.

  The Jiaoyang Legion lost more than 90% of its members here.

  Only the daughter of the mistress of the legion evacuated with some members of the order and returned to defend the solar system.

   The loss rate of every unit that participated in that battle was astonishingly terrible.

   But with that sacrifice, the Loyalists shattered Horus' desire to defeat the Emperor quickly in the Beta-Garmon system, turning the Blitzkrieg into a protracted one.

   Horus was forced to push forward a little bit, and fought for several years.

  Ultimate fighters completed replenishment, allowing the strength of the loyalists to overwhelm the traitors.

   Among the many battles in the era of the Horus Rebellion, the Beta-Garmon galaxy was the most tragic and important battle.

   It determines the direction of human destiny.

   Now, it will also determine the future destiny of mankind.

  Whether to follow the path of the nobles of Terra, or follow the path of Guilliman.

  The crisis this time is no less than ten thousand years ago.

  Once Guilliman compromises, everything will return to the way it was.

  Perhaps, the Primarch can still hold the supreme power of the Empire, but everything will change.

  The reform will be cancelled, and mankind will continue to move forward in the glory of the God of All Things and the Emperor.

  If Guilliman does not compromise, the empire will break free from the old shackles and embark on a new path.

  After the transport ship landed and released the God's Machinery it carried, many priests stepped into the transport ship of the Jiaoyang Legion.

  A huge sarcophagus with flashing lights is placed in the highest-level transport pod.

  Aisha, the mistress of Jiaoyang Legion, was awakened from the sleeping cabin.

  She has been sleeping for a long time, and she will only be awakened during the war.

  Mars uses this to continue the life of the mistress, keeping her in the best condition at all times.

  The mechanical priest pulled out the operation data board from the sarcophagus, tapped it with his slender metal fingers, and operated it.

  Accompanied by the humming sound, the sound of mechanical gears sounded.

  The huge metal hatch was slowly opened, and a woman with a graceful figure and a handsome appearance appeared in front of the mechanical priest.

  She was connected by countless cables, lying naked in the sarcophagus, just like the Sleeping Beauty in fairy tales.

  The members of the Mechanicus had no reaction to the carcass in the sarcophagus that could tempt countless men.

  In the eyes of the mechanical priest, this is just a body made of machine flesh and blood, and it doesn't deserve too much attention.

  Only before facing the mysterious and mysterious knowledge in their hearts, will they show their enthusiasm and human greed.

   At other times, the Mechanical Priest always maintains a cold look.

  The sterile amniotic fluid is drawn out, and the mechanical priest begins the neural awakening procedure.

   With the emergence of countless data and binary codes.

   Aisha, who fell into a deep sleep to slow down the decay of her lifespan, opened her eyes.

  The data connected to her skull quickly poured into her mind, helping her to understand the current situation.

  The details of the Mars mission were presented in front of her, and the amount of information was jaw-dropping and shocking.

  Aisha never thought that after sleeping for so long, the enemy she would fight after waking up was a revived Primarch.

   And the place of the battle is the Beta-Galmon galaxy that once determined the fate of the Jiaoyang Legion and mankind.

   Faintly, she has a sense of predestined absurdity.

   With the assistance of several family servants, Aisha got up.

  Years of immersion made her body extremely soft. As soon as it came into contact with the air, its pores began to shrink naturally, making her skin tight.

   Soon, with the help of the mechanical priest, she regained her mobility.

  The servants fetched the Matron's equipment and her weapons from the dusty armory.

  Her partner, a sleeping Imperial-class Titan, the Goddess of War, also entered the process of awakening and maintenance inspection.

  The Goddess of War is a war-torn Titan with countless honors.

  In many battles, it is worthy of the title of God of War.

   Make countless enemies tremble with fierce and powerful destructive gestures, and make enemies terrified with its terrifying firepower.

  As the mistress-Aisha has the highest authority of Jiaoyang Legion.

  She controls the entire Jiaoyang Legion, including members of various knight families and Titans at all levels.

   This is an unimaginable power.

  The destruction of a planet is only in her mind.

  In the galaxy at this time, there are very few forces that can fight against a Titan Legion.

  Even the Chaos Warriors blessed by the gods are no more than ants in front of the Titan Legion, and they can be crushed and killed at will.

  The priests sent pulses of information to each other, and soon they were done with their work.

  After confirming Matron Mother's status for the last time, they closed the access panel and hurried away.

   Its working process shows a strange synchronization and high efficiency.

   It took Aisha some time to understand the ins and outs of the battle and digest the amount of information in it.

  The revived Primarch took a wrong path, trying to seize the supreme power of the Empire.

   Such a move has threatened the Emperor's rule.

  The nobles of Terra fought back vigorously to ensure the stability of the Emperor's rule.

   She will fight for the Emperor, to defend Terra against a rebel son who seeks to take power from his father.

   Just as it was 10,000 years ago.

  Aisha fell into a brief silence, but soon became firm.

  Jiaoyang Legion will stick to this place and will never back down or compromise.

"To defend the Holy Emperor, to defend Terra, we will die as home, and we will sacrifice everything. You are the pillars of the empire, the hope of mankind, and the best defenders of the emperor. Take up your weapons and let out your roar , justice will prevail, the empire will prevail, and the Holy Terra will prevail."

  On the airport of planet Beta-Garmon V, a huge holographic projection is speaking to the Star Guards passing by.

  The Ministry of the Interior of the Empire launched the most powerful public opinion offensive in history to brainwash the troops participating in the war.

  Hast sat on a Chimera personnel carrier, looking at the projection solemnly.

  As Imperial Chancellor Tyrian said, those guys have gone mad.

  Assembled such a large army, just to fight a battle with a Primarch, forcing the opponent to compromise, even at the expense of lifting many historical taboos, and denying the legitimacy and motivation of a Primarch from all angles.

  Terra’s assembled troops are so huge that the exit of the airport, which is more than ten kilometers long, is full of Astral Army regiments from all over the world.

  When Haast led the Cadia soldiers out of the airport, he saw hundreds of Gorgon transport vehicles forming a long line, loaded with supplies, and dragging artillery.

   Leman Russ, Shiv and other super-heavy tanks formed a row of three, stretching so far that there was no end in sight, rumbling along the road.

  Most tanks are equipped with trench rails, dozer blades and air filtration for harsh combat environments.

   These are just the tip of the iceberg, and a large number of regiments have not yet been transported.

  Hast looked at these tanks, guessing which regiment they belonged to from their emblems.

   There is also a trace of sadness in my heart.

  If the empire was willing to increase its troops to Cadia before, the event of the Great Rift would definitely not happen.

  Unfortunately, there is no if in this world.

   Several armored vehicles adorned with grinning skulls with spiked helmets came into view.

  He recognized it as an insignia belonging to Krieger's Death Corps.

   This is one of the most elite troops in the human empire.

  Everyone who has come into contact with the Krieger Death Korps will think of them as out-and-out war machines.

   They think they are guilty and need to fight to the death to atone for their sin.

  Hast looked back.

  He sits in the troop carrier, thinking about his next move.

  Empire Prime Minister-Tirion said that he would lobby a group of allies in order to reduce the scale of this civil war and avoid unnecessary casualties of the empire soldiers.

   It's just that, before departure, the other party didn't give him any information.

  He didn't know whether Tyrian was trying to avoid the surveillance of other high lords, or whether the Imperial Chancellor had given up the idea of ​​supporting the Primarch and joined the ranks of the corrupt bureaucrats of the Empire.

   "My lord, there is a secret report." A personal guard trotted over, saluted Haster, and handed him the data pad in his hand.

  Haster took it over and looked at it, and then showed a smile.

  This is the list of personnel from the same camp and some orders sent to him by Tyrian.

   There are not a few people who oppose this civil war.

  They were originally in a mess, and their hearts were extremely confused.

  But under Tyrian's lobbying, they finally stood firmly together, ready to stop this disaster that is enough to determine life and death for human beings.

  Tirion sent the list of some vacillating generals to Haster, asking him to continue lobbying these people and dismantling the plans of the dignitaries of Terra.

   "Humans should not fight each other." Haster read out what Tyrian had left him.

  The Reich Chancellor chose to betray his class, he chose to stay true to his oath.

  Hast could imagine what Tirian was feeling when he wrote this sentence.

  The formation of fighter planes bearing the emblem of the Minotaur Chapter flew out of the flagship in low-Earth orbit and rushed to the surface of the planet.

  The airflow in the atmosphere scraped against the outer shell of the fighter, making whistling sounds.

   It's like howling wolves distorted in the wind.

  Mitauno Chapter Commander-Asian, was fixed in the mechanical fixture of the fighter plane, so as to maintain stability during the turbulent airborne process.

  He was reading the orders of the high lord.

"This is a war with no winners, and we have become tools of politics." The chaplain of the war group said angrily, "Such a large-scale war will shatter the human empire, and make those demons and traitors laugh loudly .”

"Isn't the mission of our creation all like this? A weapon forged for the glory of the emperor, and exists to defend the authority of the empire." Asian responded to the priest's anger, "Other things have little to do with us , our task is to carry out Terra's orders."

   "If it's for the Emperor, we shouldn't be here," said the chapter chaplain.

"We have no choice." Asian shook his head, "The high lords left us for this purpose, they need a sharp blade that does not belong to any Primarch, which constitutes our gene seed, and does not belong to any war group , is a chimeric gene seed specially created by the mechanical sages of Mars, do you want all the brothers to lose control?"

   "Want those brothers to turn their backs on Chaos and the glory of the Emperor like other Chapters that have cursed the Founding? We have no choice."

  The Minotaur Chapter formed an army on the 21st founding, which was also called the Damned Founding by the Inquisitors and other chapters.

  Any battle group that built an army at that time will end in a dark ending.

  Many Chapters of the Empire believe that the 21st Chapter has been tainted since its birth.

   This also caused the 21st founding army to be unable to establish friendly relations with other friendly forces.

  Many warbands were discriminated against and censored by the empire.

   Once there is a mutation, it will lead to the purge of the Imperial Inquisition and other friendly war groups.

  As a result, many wargroups fell into despair amidst discrimination and targeting, and chose to join Chaos.

  The Minotaur battle group was also a product of that army building, but they have always been favored by the high lords, and have never been embarrassed by the imperial bureaucracy.

   Many of these excommunicated crimes were sanctified by the high lords and their records expunged.

  Their price is to become the private army of the high lord council in exchange for the support of the empire.

  The Minotaur war group is not without mutations, but has been suppressing those mutations with the help of Martian technology.

  Some unqualified recruits will also be executed directly at the beginning.

  The Chapter Priest sighed, and finally dropped the rebuttal.

   They need to fight for Terra.

  No choice.

  It is located in the hive city on planet Beta-Garmon V.

  A meeting will be held here.

  The people in charge of each army chose to use projection to hold meetings because of the distance.

  Accompanied by the roar of machinery, indistinct figures appeared in the dim hall.

  The body flickers from time to time, like a ghost.

  The eyes are empty and lifeless, and the limbs are no more than hazy curves made of haze of light.

  The circular projector installed on the wall made the sound of mechanical rotation, and the ticking computing array was also processing the influx of data at high speed.

  The picture is sometimes clear and sometimes out of focus.

   After adjusting for a while, a vivid projection finally appeared in the hall.

  The advanced technology of Mars is used here to make every projected character appear lifelike, as if it were made naturally, without any artificial traces.

  The speed of light and the jagged interference depicted are hard to find, but because the hall is pitch black, they all emit a faint glow, which shows that they are the ghosts of the holographic projection.

  Controllers from the knight family, Titan order, star army, battle group and many other forces gathered here.

  As they appeared, a large-scale holographic projection gradually took shape in flickering, showing the Beta-Galmon galaxy composed of gas giants, terrestrial planets, stars and asteroid belts.

  Beta-Garmon is a very prosperous galaxy.

  In addition to the nodes located in the subspace channel, it also produces a large amount of resources.

   Such as rare metals mined from gaseous planets.

  In the vast void of the Beta-Garmon galaxy, there are a large number of shipyards and industrial foundries suspended.

   Dotted this galaxy like pearls.

   Wait until the galaxy projection is stable and everything will be ready.

  Projections were launched one after another, but the meeting site was extremely silent.

   Everyone looked at each other but couldn't speak, and soon fell into silence again.

   It was not until a moment later that a voice sounded.

   "Who is the commander in chief of this operation."

  Tara's dignitaries assembled this huge legion as quickly as possible.

  But they don't have much experience in dispatching such a large army.

   After all, they think more about how to keep their power.

  As for the chain of command of an army, logistics supplies and other issues, they can't think of so much.

  If they can perfectly coordinate an army of this size, they don't have to fear that Guilliman will cleanse them.

  What they want is to throw this army into the Beta-Galmon galaxy, in exchange for capital to negotiate with Guilliman.

   Never thought about who would coordinate such a magnificent army.

   Without a primarch-level figure and overwhelming influence, who can coordinate such a huge army in a short period of time and convince everyone.

   "It should be ruled by Mars. We are proficient in data and can make the most rational judgments and decisions." A mechanical sage who replaced his legs with the Destroyer anti-gravity engine platform said.

  His heavy body was suspended there, and many weapons moved with the sound of pistons and gears.

   "This is war, not data calculation." A military general retorted unceremoniously.

   "There is no difference between the two," said the Mechanicus. "Reason and data can help us win."

   "If that's the case, the Mechanicus should have defeated Chaos and become invincible in the galaxy, why not?"

  The general sneered, and then changed the subject.

   "My opinion is that the admiral appointed by Admiral Mereda will be the commander in chief of this campaign."

   "The Star Militia Army will never obey your orders. Bless the Emperor, it is absolutely a nightmare for you to command this war. Your light spears will never hit the enemy, and the ones you hit will always be your own people."

  A Star Militarum bigwig rebutted the proposal of the naval general.

   The Army and Navy have always been at odds, they don't like each other.

  Each family has fixed which camp they belong to since their ancestors.

  The dragon begets the dragon, the phoenix begets the phoenix, the mouse's son is in the mouse hole.

  The solar star region is different from other star regions with frequent wars.

  Under the protection of the Emperor, the Sun Starfield has always been relatively stable.

  If there are alien or chaotic forces that can hit the solar star field, it will also arouse the vigilance of other star fields and provide support.

   Overall, compared with other star regions, the solar system is considered peaceful.

   For this reason, many aristocratic families will send their children to their own faction to take their place.

  During peacetime, use your own political capital to help him advance quickly, and transfer him away before the war, ensuring the stability of the family inheritance to the greatest extent.

  So, the deeper you go into Terra, the more intertwined the family power becomes. Basically, several generations of a family will enter the same system and control resources.

  Compared to those war-torn star regions, they are more fair, and those at the bottom have a better chance to climb to the top.

  Several forces have been arguing for a long time, but they have not been able to decide on the commander this time.

   As for Mars, we hope that the Mechanicus will control this army.

   And the navy and army have their own ideas.

   Some generals backed by Hong Merchant and the Ministry of the Interior were also unwilling to compromise.

   Several parties were arguing hard.

   Difficult to reach consensus.

  As for the high lords did not appoint the supreme commander at the beginning, the reason was that they could not reach an agreement.

   You must know that the cards of the entire elite of Terra are placed in the Beta-Galmon galaxy.

  Once the supreme commander is the spokesperson of a certain force, he will consume their hole cards unscrupulously while keeping his own. The result can be imagined.

  Even if Guilliman is forced to compromise with Terra, maintain the current situation, stop reforming, and destroy the core interests of the powerful.

  They will also be squeezed out of the core layer by other high lords because they have no foundation.

   In this way, wouldn’t it be making wedding dresses for others?

  When the high lords chose the commander, they also considered various reasons, and they all hoped that the representative representing their forces could become the commander.

  The ending naturally failed to reach an agreement.

  At least until the army assembled in the Beta-Garmon galaxy, they failed to reach an agreement, and it is estimated that there will be no day when they will reach an agreement.

  Hast was honored to participate in this meeting.

  Seeing that those guys are still fighting for power and profit in the current situation, and protecting their own interests to the greatest extent, it made him more firm in Tyrian's point of view.

  The empire needs to change, those corrupt inheritance families have reached the time to withdraw from the stage of history, otherwise the empire will die and mankind will die.

  The human empire needs a big cleansing, to live to death, to break and then to stand.

  Even a civil war that shatters humanity will do more good than maintaining the status quo.

  The empire needs an iron fist to smash the rotten system, and the rotten ideas will rebuild everything new.

"That's enough, stop the unnecessary quarrel." The mistress of the Jiaoyang Legion said, raising her voice to silence the brawlers present, "The quarrel can't make us reach an agreement, let Terra decide the position of supreme commander .Now, our task is to complete our mission and stand firm. We are fighting against a Primarch, who was once the **** of war who walked among the stars, and can command a huge legion at his fingertips. You continue Continuing to quarrel will only make us more vulnerable, not to mention dealing with the offensive of a Primarch, it will only make us more laughable, let the other party easily step over our corpses, walk onto the land of Terra, and take away The emperor's crown."

  Aisha's words made everyone fall into silence.

  But soon, a discordant voice came.

"A woman, a waste who can only stay dormant in a nutrition tank, what qualifications does she have to educate us." A young general said angrily, "The Jiaoyang Titan Legion has not been dispatched for hundreds of years, do you still remember the war?" How should I fight?"

Elsa's projection remained silent for a short while, and then she looked at the general, "For the first time, I forgive your ignorance and offense. Even if the Jiaoyang Legion is still a mechanical servant, it is better than you, a rich man who relies on the power of the family .”

   "You." The young general felt humiliated.

  This damned woman compared him, an elite with excellent family heritage, to a machine slave.

   It was a stain on the honor of his family.

  If so, he would draw his gun and kill the opponent without hesitation in Terra at this moment.

   "Shut up, Caleb." Next to the young general, an old general who seemed to be in high position spoke up, preventing the other party from continuing to speak nonsense.

  With this episode, Aisha also realized that this meeting was futile.

   After a while, her communication was shut down.

  This meeting is meaningless.

  The image of the mistress of the Jiaoyang Legion flickered a few times before disappearing.

   Seeing someone leave early, many generals also disconnected from communication.

  The Mechanicus Sage said in a mechanized voice, "Stupid and selfish, without faith." Then the communication was also cut off.

  The images disappeared one after another, and the hall re-entered darkness.

  In the end, only the young general named Caleb looked at the position of the mistress of the Jiaoyang Legion and said indignantly, "There is nothing to be arrogant about, isn't it just a dog controlled by Mars."

   After cursing, he cut off the communication.

  Hast came out of his tent.

   "General." A personal guard said with a salute.

  Hast nodded, then walked into the distance, he had to find someone to talk to.

  Tirion gave him a list.

   Now is the time to use this list.

  He has already left Terra, even if he is exposed, other troops will not dare to act rashly.

   Cadians are not afraid of them.

  Suspended on the Stormspear mothership in low Earth orbit.

  The current head of the Fist of the Empire - Vladimir, with his upper body naked, exposing strong and powerful muscles like a snake.

  At this moment, he is training in the training cage, sweating profusely.

  Under his tenacious will and instinctive fighting skills, the trainer slave was suppressed almost immobile.

"Don't forget, Vladimir, you are the second Imperial Fist. As for the crisis that the first Imperial Fist encountered in history and why it was destroyed, you are well aware. Terra has already arrived It's time for no change, I hope you are on the right side, even if Lord Dorne returns from recovery, he will not be willing to see his sons attack his brother, Lord Guilliman, for the sake of power."

   When Vladimir was about to win, Tyrian's words appeared in his mind, making him stunned.

  The training machine slave seized the opportunity, broke free from his attack, and swung the long sword embedded in the bone towards his neck.

  Vladimir has been in battle for a long time, and this blow, which is enough to kill a recruit, is not worth mentioning in his eyes.

  He squatted down to dodge the blow, then threw himself down on the machine servant, stabbed the opponent's skull with the weapon in his hand, and won the victory.

   But there was no joy on his face, he was no longer suitable for training.

"What’s wrong with you?"

   Standing outside the training cage, the first company commander of the Imperial Fists, Lysander looked at the chapter leader and asked with concern.

  With years of veteran experience, he could tell that Vladimir was distracted.

   This is fatal for a Space Marine.

   "Something bothers me," Vladimir said.

   "War this time?"

"Yes, I am a little confused. Maybe we should not leave Terra and come here. Even if the high lord orders, we should refuse without hesitation. Our father made an agreement after the end of the Horus rebellion , the vow never to fight brothers again. I wonder if we have broken that vow."

"I'm also confused. It's ridiculous that we gathered here to attack a Primarch. After this war, no matter what the outcome is, the empire will be torn apart," said First Company Commander Lysander , "The Ultramarines have the largest number of sub-chapters, they are the mainstay of the Empire, and Terra has rendered their Primarch as a demon, they will feel humiliated and will react."

"My thoughts are the same as yours. Maybe we are wrong. Standing on the wrong side, we fight for the bureaucrats we once hated and maintain their rule." Vladimir said, "Before departure, we must Ryan asked to meet with me, he hoped that the Imperial Fists would give up their actions against the antigens, and turn back before the war to break up this civil war, for some complicated reasons, I didn’t reply to him.”

"Perhaps he is right," said Lysander. "We have all been through the Battle of Cadia, a sad war in which the Empire could have stopped the Marauder. We need a regime that can move quickly, Discover the crisis and resolve the crisis quickly. We can no longer waste too much time on meaningless infighting, those bureaucratic games have nothing to do with us, we are just warriors, sworn to fight for humans and the Emperor. And the power of Terra have strayed from that."

  Vladimir was silent for a long time, and finally said, "I need to listen to the subgroups that belong to the Imperial Fist."

  The Imperial Fist sits in Terra, and in the solar system, most of them are sub-groups from the Imperial Fist, as well as battle groups that use the Imperial Fist gene-seed.

  In this operation, more than half of the 15 war groups that came out were sub-groups of the Imperial Fist.

   The Fist of the Empire only sent the battle group leader and first company commander, as well as soldiers from two companies.

   It can only be regarded as an aid, not a main force, so it is not counted among the fifteen battle groups.

   But the Imperial Fist is the mother group and has a huge influence.

  First Company Commander Lysander left in a hurry.

  Vladimir walked to his armory, where the chapter servants had been waiting for a long time. They would put him in the battle armor so that he could meet the leaders of the other chapters.

   Terra.

  The bottom layer of the hive capital.

  Nahua lay on a stone platform, allowing members of the Brotherhood to paint those profane runes on his strong body.

"Eternal Lord of Brass, Master of Blood and Fire, God of War and Slaughter, please listen to the call of believers, we will offer you souls that yearn for destruction and blood, and ask you to guide the way of redemption. "

  A man in a blood-colored robe shouted frantically, then cut Nava's palm open, and used a dagger to carve a symbol belonging to the blood **** on his chest.

  Nahua endured the pain without making any sound.

  Blood God is never stingy with his blessings, and the only thing the believers have to do is to prove that they are worthy of blessings.

  Blood God values ​​courage and the unyielding anger in the hearts of believers.

   Nava already has both.

  He was furious because of the corrupt system of the empire, and he also had enough courage to resist the rule of the corpse emperor.

  Blood God will happily accept his soul, give him enlightenment on the road, and let him walk on the road of destroying the human empire.

  Suddenly, gunshots came from outside.

  The law enforcement officers of the Ministry of Justice got clues and locked the sacrificial place of the Brass Brotherhood.

  The well-trained imperial law enforcement forces slaughtered those who dared to betray the emperor with the help of drones and advanced equipment.

  The Brotherhood of Brass is no match for the Ministry of Justice of the Empire.

   "We have to evacuate."

  A man hurried in.

   "Wait a little longer." The man in charge of the sacrifice said, "He is about to receive the gift of the blood god. Terra will belong to the blood god. A great era will begin, and the corpse emperor's rule will end."

   Law enforcement forces are extremely fast.

  The Brass Brotherhood recruits are low-level recruits. They don't have good weapons, and they don't have much combat quality, so they are quickly beaten to pieces.

   Dead bodies are everywhere.

  All poor people in rags.

  An official from the Ministry of Justice stepped past the corpse. He covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief to prevent the pungent smell of blood from disturbing him.

   "These damned bedbugs are all damned, won't they learn to serve the Emperor like the nobles?"

   "You trash, settle the matter here as soon as possible. Tonight, I still have a reception to entertain."

  The official of the Ministry of Justice mentioned the belt around his fat body impatiently.

  The Law Enforcement Troops did not dare to refute this high-ranking and powerful figure behind them, so they could only speed up, defeat the traitors with crude weapons, and rushed into the final room.

   Prepare to deal with those traitors and end this battle.

  However, in the next second, their self-confidence was shattered.

  The screams sounded one after another.

   Several law enforcement troops fled out in panic, their bodies trembling from the scene just now.

   Those who failed to escape were turned into broken flesh, and a terrible killing monster slaughtered them.

  Nahua felt that endless anger was burning, and this anger would not be subsided until he was completely killed.

   A horrible, unimaginable will rejoices in the bloodshed he inflicts.

   But not enough, far from enough.

   He needs to sacrifice more blood to continue to please the other party.

  He let out a roar, and then walked out of the hall covered in blood.

  The first time Nava walked out, he saw the official.

  The official who burned his friend to death, slit the throats of two children and a female neighbor.

  A cruel smile appeared on Nava's face, it was a smile about to take revenge.

  Praise be to the Great Blood God, he got this opportunity.

   "Blood is sacrificed to the blood god, and the skull is sacrificed to the skull seat."

   Nava roared, then grabbed the machete in his hand and rushed towards the terrified law enforcement officials.

   Behind him, the remnants of the Brass Brotherhood also rushed out.

  They rushed to the law enforcement forces, shouting the slogan that the false emperor is dead and the blood **** should stand.

  (end of this chapter)