Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The life of the whole planet is decaying under the terrible power of the virus bomb.

Even microbes are eroded away.

The huge amount of decaying matter produced a thick, flammable gas that enveloped the entire planet's atmosphere.

Yser unleashes the second strike of the Extermination Order, Firestorm.

The warships that received the order simultaneously launched light spear strikes on the planet's atmosphere.

Accompanied by bright scorching beams of light, the atmosphere mixed with flammable gases was ignited like dried cotton.

A series of giant fire tornadoes formed due to the temperature difference appeared on the surface of the earth, connecting the sky and the earth, as amazing as a pillar of fire supporting the sky.

The majesty of those fire tornadoes can be clearly seen even standing on the deck of a warship in low earth orbit.

The air mixed with flammable gas burned violently, forming a fierce storm of flames that swept across everything in sight.

Plains and mountains were reduced to scorched earth, and the remains of life were burned away in the flames, leaving only barren rock formations.

The ocean is also burning violently, and those huge marine organisms and microorganisms have turned into silted blood water, releasing a large amount of flammable gas.

The rotting orc body was in the raging flames, but it was wiped out in a moment.

Scorching foehn swept across the planet's surface, and deadly fire tornadoes reduced abandoned buildings to nothing.

Nothing is immune to this.

Whether it's flesh and blood, buildings, or metals, they all melt and flow in this unimaginably high temperature.

The remains of human buildings and the rough buildings of orcs collapsed in the raging flames.

The fire burned for nearly forty minutes before it slowly stopped.

The entire planet was crimson, and it took a long time for the terrifying temperature to slowly drop.

It was already four hours after Opal and the others came out of the ground.

Looking around, the whole world was scorched black.

This is the power of the extermination order, all signs of life will be completely erased, so as to achieve the effect of purification.

Trembling, the silver-haired Danluns stepped onto the surface again after twenty years.

Looking up, the mountains and rivers that came into view were all scorched black.

Seeing that everything was gone, only ashes were flying, his eyes also showed a blank look.

"Rebuild from the ruins, Danrence." Opal said, "This world belongs to the Empire again. The great Lord of Ultramar, the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor, Lord Guilliman has returned, and you don't have to worry about the orcs anymore." Invasion. The empire will be reshaped, and your security will be a priority."

Opal doesn't have any honorific title for Danluns.

It is somewhat inappropriate to call someone an old man just because he looks old.

In terms of age, Opal is older than Danluns.

It's just that he has undergone remodeling surgery, so he doesn't look old.

"Lord Guilliman?" Danrence looked confused, he didn't know what the name represented.

The same goes for other survivors.

They looked dazed, completely unaware of the weight of this name.

Opal didn't blame them either.

They are just mortals, and most of them haven't even left their own planet, or even the area they live in. Many things are just legends to them.

The Primarch was active 10,000 years ago, and now those heroes who once walked among the stars and helped the Emperor build a great empire have become untraceable myths and legends.

Even the war between the Empire and Chaos seems absurd to many remote star regions of the Empire, like a story in the Arabian Nights.

Distance can always erase a lot of things, making the real things seem no longer real.

Several gunships fell from the sky, and after opening the hatch, a group of mechanical priests, technical slaves and political officials came out.

These are the managers and builders that Guilliman has picked out for those disorderly worlds.

The empire owns two-thirds of the galaxy, and has enormous industrial and war potential.

Now, the most important thing is to unleash these potentials.

Only in this way can it be guaranteed that mankind can securely win the next war.

It is extremely necessary to reform every imperial world.

A large number of reform builders and political officials were recruited into each expedition team.

They took the orders of the original body and new technologies to various planets, helped the local transformation, and developed their potential to provide more assistance to the empire.

Three weeks later, the Silver Skulls withdrew from the planet Yelia.

Mechanic priests, technical slaves and political officials, and members of the new Church reformed by Guilliman remained.

Their mission is to rebuild the planet, making it a habitable planet for humans and capable of providing the Empire with high-quality resources, as the Primarch designed.

Resources are not limited to coal and iron, but also a large number of talents, conscripts, etc.

The task of Opal and others has been completed. They are sharp swords and weapons in the hands of the empire.

The Yelia galaxy doesn't need weapons anymore, what it needs is construction and development.

It is also time for this sharp sword to be cast elsewhere, to continue fighting for the Emperor and the Primarch.

Seeing the star Yelia shrunk to the size of a basketball, Opal also regained his focus and prepared for the next battle.

"Until death." Opal's heart is extremely firm, and he has no fear of the next war.

The Glory of Macragge.

In the deep prison.

"You can't do this!!"

"No, you can't, please."

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Cherubelle, who was the Demon Prince, screamed in despair.

Seeing the Primarch approaching step by step, he was so frightened that he tried to shrink to the corner of the cell.

"I'm happy that you are willing to tell me information about the subspace. But I don't like your tone of voice."

Guilliman grabbed the demon prince Cherubel, and the giant Primarch grabbed the opponent's neck, "You'd better be honest, demon. Other mortals fear you because they fear your power. But I can easily kill you You, and completely shattered your essence, and let you return to nothingness forever."

"Don't make me angry, or I don't mind killing you."

After speaking, Guilliman threw Cherubel to the ground.

Vinsenhorn stood on a plate, seeing this scene, his eyes were full of awe.

Cherubelle has had a feud with him for years.

The demon was always thinking about how to kill Vinsenhorn.

and play with his soul.

On weekdays, when Vincenthorn faced this demon, the opponent was also extremely rampant, constantly trying to trick Vinsenhorn into giving in to his inner desire.

But in front of the Primarch, the Demon Prince was abused terribly, not to mention bewitching, even if he said a few more words, he would be beaten violently.

Just now, Cherubelle used the devil's usual Jie Jie twice, and was beaten by Guilliman.

"The regent of the great human empire." Cherubel said respectfully, no longer daring to show the slightest arrogance.

He didn't want to use himself to try whether he would be resurrected after being killed by the cursed one.

Cherubelle: ┭┮﹏┭┮, why should I be so sad as a devil prince.

It's okay to be sealed by Vinsenhorn, but now he is still beaten and humiliated by the cursed parent and child.

He was also forced to become a devil's traitor, performing various deception rituals, and detaining those subspace demons.

Those warp demons who were summoned thought they could have a feast in the real universe, harvesting a lot of flesh and soul.

As a result, he was beaten violently as soon as he arrived.

Not to mention being forced to provide information to Guilliman, he would also be enslaved by his engraving and sign an extremely unequal contract.

So far, twenty warp demons have been murdered by the parents and children of the Damned.

Those demons happily crawled out of the subspace, and then ran back with ugly expressions.

Those subspace demons are not under the command of the Four Gods, and after being violently beaten and enslaved by Guilliman, no one will stand up and take revenge for them.

"Such an attitude is very good." Guilliman looked at the demon host lying on the ground, who had transformed into demon horns and black flesh wings, showing an unpredictable smile.

"Okay, I will keep it, the great human empire regent." Cherubel said humbly.

"How is Magnus?" Guilliman asked.