Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 518 Primordial casting upgrade in the fifth stage (subscription required)

   The appearance of Acamus made Sigismund and Lan very happy.

  Is there anything more exciting in this world than the reunion after ten thousand years!

  The Imperial Fist Legion reunited in Terra again.

   This alone is enough to make them excited.

  The Horus Rebellion ended, and many warriors including Acamus were killed.

  The Imperial Fist suffered heavy losses, the Dalian team was crippled, and the entire company's establishment was gone.

   Those who survived have no choice but to silently lick their wounds and accumulate hatred.

   That battle was too difficult.

  The entire Terra has fallen, and the demons have attacked the sanctuary.

  All areas of the planet were destroyed, and countless dead were killed.

  The ashes of war on Terra can drown the Primarch's knees.

  As far as the eye can see, there are all fragmented corpses.

   Imagine how sad that is.

  To be able to meet again now, how exciting it is for these returnees who have witnessed the death of their comrades in arms and the broken ideals of the past.

   Lane's story can't go on.

  The three talked about what happened after the Horus Rebellion.

  Sigismund broke away from the fist of the empire, established the Black Templar, and launched the Eternal Crusade.

  Lan became the head of the Executioners Chapter, venting his anger on the enemies of mankind with madness.

   The Battle of Terra destroyed too many things, and many people were changed by it, and they will never go back to the past.

   Then, the topic of the three shifted to the current empire.

  There was surprise and shock in their words.

  The road across the universe, the expedition of different universes, the human fleet beyond the galaxy, and the war against the gods.

  Every item brings endless reverie.

   Such news sounds too shocking, giving them the illusion of returning to the Great Crusade.

   Of course, the Empire is far greater today than it was during the Great Crusade.

  After all, the Emperor did not take them through the galaxy, let alone point their swords at other worlds.

  Humanity reversed the previous passive situation and became the offensive side.

  Mankind's notoriety spreads in the subspace and the universe of the heavens.

  Human beings have a worse reputation among demons than the gods who desire to enslave them!

   Human minds today are very different from the human minds they were.

  At the beginning, they faced the gods, terrified and apprehensive. Many people were desperate for the future. Some historical narrators even committed suicide and were unwilling to face such a dark future.

  Human beings today, gods? Alien? Labor and capital are fighting gods and aliens.

  Come up is the extermination order, talking about purification and purity.

  The three of them chatted enthusiastically using the only information they had.

  I kept talking until the evening, imagining how far the empire has reached today.

  They leaned on the guardrail, and when they talked about rising, they would stretch out their hands and gesture.

  Birds chirping and children playing, and the sounds of men and women who came out after dinner came from the botanical garden in the distance.

  These sounds are mixed together, and there is a special sense of peace.

  The three of them couldn't feel the tragedy brought about by the war.

   This may be the world that the emperor once wanted to build. If there was no betrayal of Horus, perhaps they could have enjoyed such a scene ten thousand years ago.

  As night fell, the air was icy and a bit chilly.

  The roar of machinery in the distance also subsided, providing a quiet environment for those who were about to fall asleep.

  The conversation between the three of them also gradually died down.

  They looked more at the city shrouded in night.

  The lights of buildings and the light from street lamps reflect this magnificent city, so that it will not fall into complete darkness even when it enters the night.

   Sigismund knew they didn't belong here.

  Their future is a battlefield full of flames of war, a place of fighting and fighting with endless anger.

  The purpose of the Holy Emperor calling them back is to make them die again.

  The three of them didn't complain about such a fate.

   Nothing in this universe is absolutely fair.

  Someone always has to sacrifice in order to get something.

   They are proud of the mission they will be fulfilling.

   Even if such a mission would cost them their lives again, they would not have the slightest regret.

   "I can't wait to take up my weapon and return to the battlefield." Lann said: "If it was later, I'm afraid those traitors would all be gone. Do you know! It's right there."

Lan pointed to the astronomical torch that sank into the warp, "That light was fueled by traitors. Magnus, Lorgar, Abaddon and others were all caught there, and they are suffering to pay for their past sins. .Many traitors were killed or captured, and soon they would be cleaned up like garbage."

   "If you say that, we should really hurry up." Acamus said.

   "Abadon?" Sigismund frowned. At the beginning, he chased and killed this **** all the way, and blocked the gate of Cadia just to kill him with his own hands.

  Unfortunately, even Space Marines age with time.

   Sigismund's body was already going downhill at the time.

   He wasn't Abaddon's opponent at all, so it was conceivable that although he severely injured the opponent, he was still a little short and was killed by the opponent.

   "What's the matter?" Lane looked at Sigismund and asked.

   "I have a bit of an old score with this guy." Sigismund said.

"There are too many people who want to settle old scores with him, and the scheduled duel will be three months away." Lan shrugged: "Not only are we back, but many loyalists from the Great Crusade have returned, and they followed suit. Loken of the Luna Wolves challenged traitors to duels. These are almost the order of the day on Terra."

"Speaking of Abaddon, that guy is pretty miserable now. He is pulled out every once in a while, beaten up like a clown, and then sent back. Some people have even started planning to suppress the Primarch. Challenge the Traitor Primarchs."

   Lane's words surprised Sigismund a little.

  Tera still has this kind of program.

   "Can anyone challenge the traitor?" Sigismund asked.

"I heard that there must be a certain amount of meritorious service or returning heroic warriors." Lan touched his chin and said in a deep voice: "And the ending is doomed, because the fighters who challenge are all strengthened, like ours. Those who have been strengthened by Tier 4 as soon as they return can basically easily defeat those traitors."

   "What about challenging the Primarch?"

  Lan looked at Sigismund in surprise.

"Do you want to do that? To be honest, I really don't recommend doing such a crazy thing. The power of the Primarch is beyond imagination. Their essence is the same as that of the gods, that is, there is a gap in strength. You Didn't you challenge Fulgrim at the Battle of Terra?"

   Sigismund nodded.

   He did fight Fulgrim in the Battle of Terra.

  Although the opponent's armor and lips were scratched, a scar was left on the opponent's face.

   However, he is not the opponent's opponent.

   Not long after the battle, Fulgrim picked it up with one hand and threw it away.

  Sigismund stared down at his thick hands.

  This brand new body contains infinite power.

  Created by the Holy Emperor gathering all the wisdom the empire could find.

   Possesses the ability to kill gods.

   "Perhaps I should challenge Fulgrim." Sigismund whispered: "I want him to pay back what the Wall of Saturn owes."

   "Are you crazy?" Lane said, "I'm afraid you'll get **** out of him."

   "I'm sure." Sigismund said: "I can feel the strength of this body. If I can slightly suppress the opponent's subspace essence, I have the confidence to win this victory."

   "I think you're crazy too." Acamus also interjected.

   "Whether crazy or not, he should be made to pay the price." Sigismund said in a low voice: "It is the nature of the Innonus to repay any debt."

   Under the condition of absolute secrecy, the Glory of Macragge entered the Emperor Supreme along the webway.

   It returned to Terra much earlier than the main force.

   Calgar's injuries are getting worse day by day, and his soul is also teetering on the verge of destruction.

   With the help of the sages, the commander of the expeditionary force was placed in Guilliman's laboratory.

  The most cutting-edge technology is contained there, enough to reshape and transform everything in the world.

  Even the **** of death dare not say what he can take away from Guilliman's laboratory.

   "He was badly injured." Belisarius Kaur's eyes fixed on Calga who was lying on the operating table.

   "Yes." Guilliman stood in the center of the laboratory.

  Countless machines roared.

  The pistons go back and forth non-stop.

   Liquid gurgles in the pipes.

  The shiny machine pulsated as it worked.

   Mechanical priests in red robes are maintaining the machines.

  A binary moan sounded in the air.

  Organs throb in cylinders filled with nutrient gel.

   Mechanically operating beyond the understanding of ordinary people, each played their own rhythm, and the ensemble formed a complex movement of truth.

  A data screen is connected next to the operating table, displaying Calgar's various body values ​​in popular numbers and words.

  According to the insider's description, in the final battle, a mottled ancient sword pierced Calgar's body.

   That sword held vicious curses and sinister powers, rendering the divine emperor's wise creation incapable of healing what appeared to be an innocuous wound.

  After lifting the stasis, Calgar was getting weaker and weaker.

  His physiological system and unyielding will are fighting against the damage caused by the ancient sword.

  However, the power of the ancient sword is very strange. It hinders the healing of flesh and blood again and again, and it is deeply implanted into Calgar's soul, consuming his soul as nourishment.

  Guilliman put on the sensing gloves, and pressed Calgar's bulky, muscular body with different strengths.

  The tiny sensors on the glove released detection particle waves and sound waves, detecting the spine, muscles and veins.

  Occasionally, pain would be used to stimulate the nervous system, causing Calga to groan and twitch.

  Kauer dragged the bloated mechanical body and observed around the operating table.

  Finally, he set his sights on the wound on his chest.

   "Is this the wound created by the evil objects created by the extraordinary civilization? It can cause damage to the heart of the empire, and even destroy its recovery mechanism."

  Guilliman nodded.

   "Extraordinary civilizations have their own unique features. Those creatures have studied the subspace for a long time. Using the subspace, they have created all kinds of incredible items with special powers. The power of these items is no less than cutting-edge technology."

"According to the two of our previous guesses, before the rise of technology, the extraordinary civilization based on the use of subspace should be the mainstream of the universe. From this sword, we can see that the extraordinary civilization of universe 04 It's been a great achievement."

   Guilliman said as he picked up the rusty sword that was placed aside.

  There is a sense of malice in the rusty long sword.

  Guilliman felt a little tingling, one can imagine how powerful this long sword is.

   This rusty sword can be classified as a spiritual weapon.

  Spiritual weapons are a very special kind of existence.

   It needs to be forged in a special way. After the forging is completed, it can leverage the power of the subspace, killing or erasing certain things in a symbolic sense.

  The emperor also forged psychic weapons. The Spear of the Sun God used by Valdor and the Spear of Dionysus used by Leman Russ were all psychic weapons that the Emperor once forged.

  It can kill the inanimate, and even severely damage Horus who has been blessed by the four gods.

  The old enemy blade that once injured Horus can also be regarded as a kind of spiritual weapon.

  The Eldar also created some psychic weapons, the Five Crone Swords, secret weapons sealed in the treasuries of the major craftworlds.

  So spiritual weapons are not uncommon.

   Extraordinary civilizations have been immersed in subspace technology for so many years, so it is not uncommon for them to be able to create such weapons.

  Guilliman casually placed it on the detection instrument at the side.

   Along with the buzzing sound of the instrument, various data were displayed on the floating screen at the side.

   Kaur also stared at the screen, interpreting the data.

   To some extent, his knowledge is second only to Guilliman.

   Have a deep understanding of subspace and real technology.

  Be able to understand the data and text that jump out.

   "This rusted sword has given birth to self-awareness, just as the emotional vortex of the warp gives birth to the inanimate."

"Yes, this sword has its own consciousness. It absorbs too much venom and malice. When it hits the target, these venom and malice will be transferred to the target, forming a subspace curse on the target. Guilliman's voice was full of superhuman calmness, "That's why the medical sages of the expeditionary force couldn't heal Calgar! The Rusty Sword poses a threat to Calgar's concept of existence and will erase Calgar's existence bit by bit. Existence, even our memory will lose the existence of Calgar."

   "Is Calgar still saved?" Kaur asked solemnly.

"You should prepare for it. There is no way to treat such an injury with conventional methods. Calgar needs to complete the fifth stage of the original cast upgrade. If he succeeds, he will have a chance to survive." Guilliman said: "If If it fails, I can only peel off his soul, otherwise the soul will be completely wiped out by that malice."

  (end of this chapter)