Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Guilliman, who has completely absorbed the physical memory, can only express his inner thoughts with three craps.

In just a short moment, he already understood the ins and outs of everything.

He traveled to a nightmare place, that is the human empire of the Warhammer universe.

This universe is an extremely chaotic world, the only requirement is to survive.

Do whatever it takes to keep your race alive, and survival is victory.

Humanity has struggled in space for 40,000 years, experienced the Golden Age, the Age of Rebellion, the Age of Long Night, the Age of the Great Crusade, and the Horus Rebellion at the end of the Great Crusade, and then the Age of Human Empire that lasted for 10,000 years.

And now is the most dangerous moment for the human empire.

The main enemy of the empire is Abaddon, the warmaster supported by the four evil gods.

He is responsible for leading the forces of chaos to continuously invade the real universe, paving the way for the final destruction of the four evil gods.

The four evil gods are truly terrifying, existences of pure concepts, existences that cannot be won at all.

During the 10,000 years the empire existed, Abaddon launched twelve expeditions, clearing away most of the black stone seal nodes that restricted the evil gods from entering the real universe.

With the thirteenth expedition he launched, the most important Cadia fortress, the most critical part of the sealing node, was completely destroyed.

The out-of-control Eye of Terror has sprayed the power of chaos into the real world, and the minions of the evil god are rushing in frantically, sweeping all the planets.

The Great Cursed Scar divided the human empire in two, and demons and traitors appeared on countless planets.

The empire is now a blood-losing giant. If it is not done well, human beings will soon be finished.

However, Grandpa Lan, who has traveled to this point in time, has to face a terrifying enemy. It is a dead end! !

Thinking of this, Guilliman also felt a little pained.

It's not that I'm not strong enough, the main reason is that the enemy is too powerful to stand up.

The rogue Primarchs were enough to keep him busy, and it was difficult to keep track of the end.

What's more terrible is that those damn evil gods are also watching behind this.

If one is not done well, it will be over immediately.

The sound of the sawtooth chain starting brought Guilliman back to his senses, looking at the Chaos warriors and demons in front of him.

It's better to deal with the enemies in front of you first, and then plan what to do later.

Guilliman pulled out the holy sword next to him casually, and the scorching flames instantly covered the blade.

This is the Emperor's portable sword, which was brought over by the mechanical sage Kaul with the resurrection armor.

As Guilliman grasped the hilt, the Emperor's Holy Sword also revived, and the golden flame spread, illuminating the golden battlefield.

After merging the souls of the two, Guilliman felt that the control of this demigod body became smoother, full of endless power.

As soon as he picked up the sword, fighting skills automatically came to mind, giving him an instinct to use this body with surging strength at will.

Guilliman's resuscitation threw both sides into an eerie silence.

The loyalists of the empire, the last guardians of mankind, all stared at him with ecstatic eyes.

The return of Guilliman is like a faint ray of hope rising from the endless darkness.

In the dark and hopeless doomsday, a faint trace of redemption emerged.

The whole hall became silent.

Compared with the rumbling outside, the flames of war that shook the earth.

It looks very weird here.

The powerful sense of oppression inherent in the Primarch made both demons and fallen warriors fearful and kept a rare silence.

Even though they have been asleep for ten thousand years, the identity of the other party still makes them feel extremely fearful.

Until a scream broke it all.

A Khorne Berserker covered in bone spurs, holding a blood-red battle ax, came out of the crowd.

With the shocked gaze of his comrades beside him, the fallen warrior who served the Blood God leapt forward and rushed straight at the Primarch, trying to collect the Primarch's soul for his master.

Guilliman moved.

Only the believers of the god of death present, the spirit warriors known for their speed, saw clearly the thunderous blow,

The flame sword drew a phantom in midair.

The berserker was split into two by the waist, and the two parts flew to the ground in the distance under the action of huge force, making a rumbling sound.

The sound of the Chaos Warrior's body falling to the ground broke the spell of silence.

Death cannot frighten these minions of Chaos God.

Accompanied by earth-shattering roars full of hatred.

Numerous demons and Chaos warriors charged towards Guilliman without thinking about their own safety.

They wanted to kill the awakened Primarch completely.

The surviving Ultramarines, Dark Templars, and space fighters from other chapters also roared to meet them, and the two sides fought together again.

Chainsaw swords and power weapons cut through battle armor and flesh and blood. The hatred between the two sides is so great that the war ends only when one side completely falls.

"For mankind, for the emperor, for my father." Calgar roared, and the power fist plunged into the throat of a traitor, smashing the opponent's armor and throat, and let the foul-smelling blood splash on his body .

With Guilliman revived, they regained strength against these enemies.

Celestine brandished the sword with her remaining hand and said a silent prayer.

She was fighting with Guilliman's return, fearless.

The fire of faith burned on her again.

Let her incarnate as the emperor's emissary to harvest those traitorous space warriors.

The Grand Marshal of the Black Templar and the surviving colleagues also charged, and the battle roar came from their sounders, and wherever the sword of the Templar went, there were corpses everywhere.

With Guilliman joining the fray, the Loyalists quickly gained the upper hand.

The power of the Primarch is unstoppable, and anyone who tries to stop him will bear the terrible wrath.

The first to die tragically were those wizards who believed in fallen evil gods. It was their power that shook the foundation of the sanctuary.

Let these demons have a chance to enter the sanctuary.

Their proud psychics were as fragile as thin paper in front of Guilliman.

Guilliman snapped their necks with ease, shattering their bodies to pieces with a torrent of armor-piercing rounds.

Then came the fallen Space Marines, once the protectors of humanity, now the enemies of humanity.

Guilliman didn't show any courtesy to them, like a god, facing their fierce artillery fire, he rushed up directly with the burning holy sword in his hand.

The reaction speed and strength of the original body are far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The superhuman sensitivity of the fallen Space Marine in the presence of Guilliman is not worth mentioning.

Like a fierce tiger, he killed himself among the sheep, and the frenzied killing began.

With the first strike, a fallen space warrior was directly cut in half. His Terminator armor was like paper, and he couldn't stop Guilliman for a second.

With the second blow, a demon was split in two, spurting out a cursed blood, and the Emperor's Sword burned his soul to death, leaving it with no chance of returning to the Warp.

Then came the third sword, and the fourth sword, the speed was so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

With lightning speed, Guilliman's presence tipped the field in favor of the loyal defenders.

All the soldiers roared with excitement on their faces.

They gathered around Guilliman, and together with him formed an unstoppable spearhead, sweeping away all enemies.

The powerful demons and fallen warriors of the past were quickly harvested like weeds in front of Guilliman.

Guilliman's anger was like a suppressed volcano erupting suddenly, the anger in his eyes seemed to be real, and he swung the Emperor's holy sword in his hand, beheading all enemies in sight.

After beheading the last demon in the Sanctuary, Guilliman stopped to calm his anger.

Guilliman was just trying to straighten things out, see if he could re-establish communications between Macragge's forces and retake the planet.

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded in his mind.

[It has been detected that the target is qualified, the master template, database and auxiliary spirits have been opened, please check in time]

[The host can ask questions, and the assistant elves will try their best to answer you. 】

The voice startled Guilliman for a moment.

This is his golden finger? ?

It doesn't look like there is no chance of a comeback, it's best to have ten consecutive draws, and go straight to the mythical big Luo in three days.

At that time, punching the four gods of chaos, kicking ribs, gnawing Zerg raw, roasting green skin, just around the corner! !

The emperor would stand up unsteadily and call out big brother.

"What ability do you have??" Guilliman asked without any delay.

Traveling without a golden finger is like Adam without Eve, it's the rhythm of the end.

Understanding cheats is the first step in changing your fate against the sky.