Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 445 Resurrection of Heroic Spirits (Subscription required)

  Gavier Loken escaped from the ruins carved with chaotic patterns.

   Those monsters are chasing after him.

  The mournful voice echoed in his ears.

  The distance between the two was so close that he could smell the stench from the monsters' mouths and noses.

   Occasionally, he stops to fight.

   After killing the first few monsters, he turned and fled.

   Fight and run away.

  The two sides competed on the boundless wasteland.

   "Is there no end to this **** wasteland?"

  Gavier Loken looked at the borderless wasteland, and was a little worried that he would be chased by these **** monsters until he was exhausted, and then fell down and died just like that.

   There is no dignity in such a death, let alone any contribution to one's mission.

   But he won't give up.

  As long as he is not dead, he will persist.

  As his idea emerged, the wasteland shattered like a mirror.

  A wonderful unobstructed landscape spread out in front of him.

  The towering snow-covered mountains are covered with a cape of pine and fir trees.

  A magnificent forest as green as emerald, boundless.

   Interspersed with a large cold river of foam splashing.

   Shaggy herbivores roam the plains.

  The warm sun bathed his face, and the soft grass under his feet made him feel extra comfortable.

  He went from **** to heaven in one fell swoop.

  Even those monsters have disappeared.

  Gavier Loken fell into a daze and stood where he was.

  The transition of scenes is so sudden.

   also further explained that this is by no means the real world.

  He may be trapped in the kingdom of some terrible **** and become the plaything of the other party.

  Thinking of this, Garviel Loken roared angrily.

   "Don't think that I will submit to you, Chaos, even if it is a thousand years, ten thousand years, or a million years, I will not submit."

  No response.

   Only the whispers still echoed in the wind.

   "Return."

   "Return."

   It's like a mother calling her child away from home.

   Gavel Loken scanned his surroundings, but there were no enemies.

  He is in a paradise.

  Take a deep breath, and you can clearly smell the pure air.

  The coldness and sweetness injected into the lungs is like a sweet wine.

   How wonderful this place is.

   As long as he stays, he can stay away from that terrible world.

  You can see fruit trees with heavy red fruits hanging on their branches everywhere.

  Continue to move forward, the ground slowly lifts up, forming a steep cliff.

  The soothing sound of the waves heralds a beautiful beach behind the cliffs.

  Gavier Loken walked over, and the scene where water and sky connected gave his suffering heart a little comfort.

  The waves keep crashing onto the beach.

again and again.

   Never stops.

  Smooth the traces of the power boots on the sand.

  Shells are scattered on the sand.

  Gavier Loken bent down and picked up one.

  He had forgotten how long it had been since he'd walked the sand like this, picking up a shell with his uncovered hand.

  Only in his childhood in Corsonia, he had such enjoyment.

   A somewhat shameless thought emerged in his heart.

stay.

  He has given his life to that war.

   Fighting all my life for those poor people.

   He should have a little time to himself.

live for yourself.

   But this kind of thought was quickly left behind by him.

   "I will never surrender." Gavier Loken whispered: "I am loyal to the Empire, I am loyal to the Emperor, and I fight for mankind."

  He stepped forward, resisting the tranquility brought to him by this paradise.

   Responsibilities never end.

   Any enjoyment is a sin, any indulgence is a betrayal of the mission.

  Gavier Loken walked forward firmly.

  He doesn't have any nostalgia.

  There is only mission in my heart.

  If Horus had taken Terra, he would avenge the Emperor, and those who died at Horus' hands.

  If the Emperor wins, he will remain loyal.

  Those abominable things should never come to the human world.

  Those **** traitors should never be forgiven.

   They all deserve to die.

   Abaddon, Horus Jr., Erebus, Karn, Lucius, Eidolon, those **** should all die.

   If they died, Garviel Loken would spit on the graves of those beasts.

   If they didn't die, Gavier Loken would find a way to kill those guys, and then spit.

   "There is no peace, only duty."

  Gavier Loken walked forward step by step, extremely determined, and had no idea about this paradise.

  As he advances, the paradise that is not to be missed is also shattered.

  A destroyed world appeared in front of Garviel Loken.

  The ground was scorched black, and there were bomb craters and various potholes left by the high temperature of energy weapons everywhere.

   Those magnificent buildings have collapsed, full of bullet marks and traces left by the explosion.

  Looking around, there are human corpses, they have been torn to pieces.

  The golden double-headed eagle flag was broken on the battlefield, the wreckage of the vehicle was burning, and the black smoke of the new city was billowing.

   Those corpses and burning vehicles are decorated with eagles and lightning bolts, as well as the most familiar imperial double-headed eagle emblem.

   This is a miserable battlefield.

  Gavier Loken shouted, wanting to see if there were any survivors.

   Yet there are no survivors, only the dead.

  The sky is burning too.

   Huge battleships comparable to mountains are burning in the sky.

  The huge hull tilted slowly, fell to the ground, and disintegrated under the pull of the planet's gravity.

  The wreckage hits the surface like a bolide in the atmosphere.

  The air is full of radiation and corrosive chemicals.

  The scorched black earth is full of scorched steel and abandoned buildings stained red with blood.

   Death is everywhere.

  The world has been destroyed.

   Only the dead.

  The roar of the monster resounded in the ruins.

   Occasionally, you can see buildings covered in flesh and blood, moving rhythmically as if given life.

  Some of the dead are slowly being swallowed.

  The whole world has been polluted.

   Twisted monsters hide in dark corners.

   "I will never surrender, I am loyal to the Empire, I am loyal to the Emperor, and I fight for humanity."

   "There is no peace, only duty."

  Gavier Loken roared angrily.

  Even if mankind is destroyed, even if the empire is overthrown.

  Even if everything is irreversible.

  He will never compromise, let alone give in.

  He will be the eternal enemy of Chaos.

   Until you can no longer fight, and no longer exist in this world.

  Gavier Loken strode forward firmly.

  Holding a sharp sword tightly in his hand, his eyes are firm.

  He walked through the ruins covered with twisted flesh, the flame in his heart burning.

  Even if the world is destroyed, he is the only human left.

  He will continue to fight.

  No matter what happens, there is only fighting.

   The monsters screamed, they were angry for this unyielding soul.

  In this dark universe, only Chaos is eternal.

   All life should succumb to Chaos, mad in disordered chaos, until the end of time.

   They rushed out of the rubble.

  Those monsters have weird limbs and uncoordinated senses.

   A monster with a giant battle ax rushing to the front.

  Its eyes are scarlet, containing tyranny and cruelty.

  The legs covered with carapace are extremely strong.

  The skinless arm can clearly see the scarlet muscles.

  Dark red, bony spur-covered plate armor covers half of its body, and the chains used to fix the plate armor can be seen on the exposed skin.

  The red horned helmet covered its face.

   There is no observation hole for the eyes on the helmet visor, but a huge, brutal skull totem instead.

  The skin is covered with scars and skull-shaped tattoos, and he holds a giant ax for execution in his hand.

  Gavier Loken let out an angry roar.

  He rushed to the demon tide alone.

   "Do you think I'll give in? Just dream."

  The sharp sword in his hand collided with the giant ax of the monster, and sparks flew everywhere.

  The huge impact set off a wave of air, which slowly spread in the air.

  The monster roared, its figure blurred by the mask.

  The battle between the two sides became more and more intense.

  The sword blade and the battle ax collided hundreds of times in just a few seconds, and every time they collided, there would be a sound of gold and iron striking each other.

  Gavier Loken found an opportunity.

  He pierced the monster's heart with the sword in his hand.

  The monster wailed in pain, trembling as if electrified.

  The sword edge pierced from its chest, blood splashing everywhere.

  The monster swung the giant axe, still thinking about using the giant ax in his hand to chop off Gavier Loken's head at the last moment.

  He lowered his head to avoid the monster's attack, rolled away from the falling giant axe, and slashed at the opponent's leg from behind.

  The sharp blade cut off the opponent's right leg cleanly, making it unable to support its huge body and crashing to the ground.

  The monster roared.

  Gavier Loken swung his sword and chopped off the opponent's head, and trampled it to pieces.

   More monsters rushed out of the ruins.

   They are all different.

  Some were hunched over, skinny, with tattered bat wings on their shoulders.

  Some of them had ferocious faces, and their mouths full of fangs seemed to swallow everything.

   There are also some slender limbs made of metal crawling, with claws like butcher hooks at the end of the limbs.

  Gavier Loken looked at their blood-red eyes and flashing claws.

   They rushed forward one after another, and the air current they brought up was hunting in the air. ,

  Gavier Loken swung his long sword and continued to fight while roaring.

  Everywhere you look is full of demons.

  Twisted limbs, trembling limbs, flapping wings, wide open mouth.

  Sharp fangs and claws huddled together.

   Demons are endless.

  Gavier Loken has no fear, he only feels the burning anger and fighting spirit in his heart.

   As long as there is a breath left, he will fight to the last moment.

   Slash, punch, pierce, parry.

  He trampled on the limbs of the demons, crushed the teeth of the demons with the hilt of his sword, and cut off the claws of the demons with the blade.

  The demons hit his defense wave after wave like waves.

   After a while, a large number of twisted demon limbs were scattered on the ground.

   Claws scratched at his armor, scratched the skin on his cheek.

  The demon is coming in menacingly, trying to use the sheer numbers to overwhelm him.

   "Even if you die, you will never compromise." Gavier Loken roared angrily.

  The terrain behind it rose sharply, and a staircase made of black stone appeared unexpectedly.

   Leading to the magnificent giant city built on the high mountain.

  Countless sacred singing came from that magnificent giant city.

  Like hundreds of millions of pious saints singing.

  The sounds of war drums and horns were mixed together, as if millions of soldiers were beating at the same time, conveying the unyielding fighting spirit to the enemy.

  Gavier Loken took a step back, stepping onto the steps made of solid black rock.

  The steps go up all the way to the magnificent giant city.

  Gavier Loken swung his long sword, killing those monsters that were chasing too close, while retreating towards the giant city on the high mountain.

  He fled to the mountains while slashing and killing demons.

   And the demons screamed, trying to prevent him from entering the great city.

  Time is meaningless in this moment.

  The mountains are endless, and the magnificent holy city is always at a distance that seems to be close, but can't be reached no matter what.

  Gavier Loken turned a blind eye to it, devoting all his heart and mind to the battle.

   Those memories keep coming back, too.

   That desperate rebellion, that war that ruined everything.

   Horus, my genetic father, you never deserve to be forgiven.

  Gavier Loken's eyes were filled with painful tears.

   Everything in the past tormented him.

  Those beautiful things that have been destroyed.

  Gavier Loken will never forget the scene when he saw Horus for the first time.

  He stood by the Emperor's side, the divine radiance reflected on that handsome, resolute face, with infinite wisdom in his eyes.

  He looked at the Emperor with infinite devotion in his eyes, and the love and trust of a child for his father.

  What a wonderful time it was.

   Together they fought to bring the Emperor's Redemption to the lost worlds of Man.

  The Great Crusade, the great cause of mankind that has never happened in the entire galaxy.

   That's how it ended.

   "I remember your name, Garviel Loken, your performance is outstanding."

   "The tenth company is in your hands."

   "One day, we will end this war. At that time, we will return to Corsonia and enjoy the beautiful world we created. You will die amidst the crying of countless people."

   "Rejoin the Sons of Horus."

   "You have other options."

  The words Horus once said kept reappearing in his heart.

  The old trust turned into the pain of betrayal.

  Brothers hold swords, father and son are enemies.

   Everything is ashes.

   Everything is ashes.

  Gavier Loken let out a desperate roar.

  His body burst into light.

   The never-ending ladder has come to an end.

  The glorious and magnificent city erupted with bursts of dazzling glare.

  Mixed with gold, blue and green radiance converged into a beam of light, piercing the tumbling sky and ocean.

   Rays of light surged.

  The demon chasing Garviel Loken roared in pain, shattered like a wind-blown cloud.

  A terrifying flame swept over, burning them to white ashes.

  The gushing energy stirred up the vast and strange world, knocking all the remains of the demons into the air, and driving them out forever.

   "Return."

   "Return."

   "Return."

  The voice lingering in his ears became more and more intense, as if many people were calling him.

  Gavier Loken looked at the magnificent city.

  The walls that protect it stretch to the far end of the horizon.

  On the ancient and heavy walls, there are engraved double-headed eagle emblems.

  He walked towards the city.

  The brilliance of killing demons did not hurt him, but healed his wounds.

  In front of Garviel Loken, a majestic gate suddenly appeared on the tall and majestic city wall.

   It was as if it was specially prepared for him.

   Guards in golden armor stood in front of the gate, smiling on their faces.

   Pay tribute to Garviel Loken who has gone through a difficult journey.

  The city is shrouded in brilliance, beautiful and magnificent.

  Marble with distinct texture constitutes buildings full of artistic atmosphere.

   Gothic, Baroque, Romanesque, Oriental Classical.

  Walls, temples, colonnades, arch bridges.

  All architectural styles that have appeared in human history can be seen in this giant city.

   They are distributed in the city in perfect harmony.

   In the center of that giant city is a magnificent palace.

  A giant of dazzling light sits on a giant throne. -

   The voice next to Gavel Loken's ear kept echoing.

  Let him know that his final destination is there.

  【Target: Gavier Loken, a loyal member of the Luna Wolf, the completion rate of the trial is 95.2%, and the recovery progress has reached 98%. 】

  【The integrity of the soul is 93%, and 80% of the memory has been obtained. 】

  【This target already complies with the resurrection procedure. 】

  【Is it resurrected? 】

  A piece of information jumped out and appeared in front of a technology sage.

  After the other party files their relevant information, they pick up the data pad and walk to the other side.

  In a huge hall, the Holy Emperor was wearing a set of complex protective equipment, instructing other technicians to adjust the biological machines, preparing to clone the bodies of those heroic spirits.

  The emperor brought all the souls of the dead back to his own country like swallowing a jujube whole.

  These souls have been fused together over the long years, providing the emperor with enormous power and becoming the soil for the birth of the **** emperor.

   To revive those ancient heroic spirits, they must be separated first.

  The sacred objects collected by the Forbidden Army and the Silent Sister before played a role, using it as an anchor, allowing the other party to recall the past and complete the soul.

   And then honed to make it strong enough to face those hateful enemies.

  The last thing is to give the body, let it return to the real universe, or become a member of the Heroic Legion.

  The whole process is comparable to forging iron. It needs to smelt iron ore, collect iron, and then forge and quench it to make it a terrifying sharp weapon.

  Guilliman glanced at the tech sage's report, and then stamped his biological seal, indicating that he could enter the resurrection procedure.

   Now that the Expedition of the Heavens has been launched, it is time to employ people, and if you can pull one, pull one first.

   Tech Sage retrieves the stamped Data Pad.

   Hand it over to a flying servo skull.

   Let the servo skull hand over the authorization command to the corresponding department for the next step of work and enter it into the work report.

   I owed two chapters yesterday.

   Four chapters every day is still too much, let’s start with three chapters.

   Three chapters are the base, and two chapters were owed yesterday, so the progress is 1/5.

  (end of this chapter)