Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Standing aside, Shaluo, holding a force field scepter, smiled.

I am sincerely happy that the plan of my lord's layout is going well.

A perfect conspiracy is the best gift to sacrifice to the Lord of Change.

Only Magnus could have staged such a perfect arrangement, toying with his Primarch brother to applause.

Magnus didn't care about the respectful, adoring eyes of his subordinates.

He played with the etheric ball in his hand, and the look of complacency in his one-eyed eyes grew stronger.

He could already imagine Guilliman freaking out over the fall of the Pharos Lighthouse.

"Catch the surviving humans, we need these slaves of the corpse king to perform a powerful enough ritual. Don't let those damned foolish demons kill them all." Magnus whispered.

"Understood, my lord, I'll do it right away." Farrow and the other wizards went out to prepare for the upcoming ceremony.

After ordering his subordinates to do things, Magnus continued to observe the situation of Pharos through his powerful psychic power.

The plan was so perfect that he couldn't bear to let go of any detail.

He knew that in order to protect the special lighthouse on Pharos, Guilliman dispatched Saint-Celestine, Marshal of the Black Templar-Amarich, and Gray Knight Mentor-Clovis.

This kind of military configuration is enough to fight against the existence of subspace demons.

Even if he is himself, it is difficult to break through directly from the periphery in a short period of time, it can be said to be as solid as a rock.

Magnus also had no intention of confronting him head-on.

The best way to know about a strong fortress is to start the corruption from the inside.

The seed has been planted, now, the most important thing is to wait for it to take root and germinate.

The Governor's Mansion where Varun lives covers a vast area and is luxuriously decorated.

The corridor is covered with a fine-textured red carpet, which is soft to step on.

The walls are surrounded by precious calligraphy, paintings and sculptures, as well as various collections of handicrafts.

These works of art are all painstaking efforts of top art masters.

Each piece is priceless.

Yake followed the governor all the way, and walked through the garden that the reformer slave was repairing and cultivating.

The garden is huge, about the size of a golf course.

After all, he has been the planetary governor for more than two centuries, no matter how clean and honest Valen is, he still has some wealth.

Warren finally brought Yake into the hall deep in the mansion.

It's very secret here, no one comes here.

Varen reached out to touch the switch, and the luxurious crystal chandelier installed above the hall emitted a soft light to drive away the darkness.

The hum of machinery sounded from a hidden corner, and the fan at the exhaust port started to rotate.

The stale, stale air is expelled and fresh air is brought in through the vents.

The temperature has also been adjusted much better.

"My lord, why did you bring me here?" Jacques asked inexplicably, looking at the person he respected and admired, his tone was full of confusion.

"I need your help, and Pharos needs your help too, Yake." Varen looked at the young and handsome Yake with a solemn tone.

Once upon a time, he was so young.

Being young is a good thing, representing vitality and youth.

"Then what should I do?" Jack asked.

"Close your eyes," Warren said.

Yak was defenseless, and Varen had ruled Pharos for two and a half centuries.

Countless people are praising his achievements, and he is the most respected person.

In Pharos, besides the Emperor, besides the Primarch, Varun has become the third faith.

"I'm sorry." Warren whispered, and then slashed Yake's throat with a stroke of his hand.

Yake felt the pain in his throat, and he opened his eyes.

To see the dagger that murdered him in the hands of the most respected person in his life.

Blood slipped from the shiny dagger, crystal clear, like grains of perfect blood jade.

Why? ?

Yake reached out to cover the wound on his throat, and warm blood gushed out and quickly seeped out from his fingers.

Young, vibrant eyes filled with the pain of betrayal.

He did not understand why the venerable Varen would do this.

"For the Empire." Warren said softly, "I'm sorry, but I have to do that. For a greater purpose, a little crime is nothing."

Yake didn't die immediately. He watched Varun take out a book without a cover and rummaged through it.

Then, crouched beside him, put the book aside, and depicted something on his body according to the complicated graphics on it.

"He betrayed us."

Yake's brain lost the ability to think due to lack of oxygen, and in the end his only thought was this.

Why? ?

Why betray? ?

Yake's eyes were wide open, and those eyes seemed to be questioning Warren, why did he do such a thing? ?

Why betray the empire, betray humanity.

Varen didn't pay attention to those eyes, and drew the chaotic runes on his own.

The eight-pointed star surrounded by three circles, and the ancient, long-lost Nien script.

After the characterization was completed, Varen began to recite according to the ancient sacrificial text in the book.

The crystal lamp in the hall flickered, and the temperature suddenly dropped.

A biting cold wind blows from an unknown corner.

There were strange whispers in the wind, like twisted creatures inviting Varen to the eternal world.

Varun suppressed his nerves and continued to chant according to the records in the book.

The lights flickered more and more, and the floor was covered with thin frost.

Shadows piled up in the corner, and sharp laughter sounded, chilling people.

Fear surged in Varen's heart, he shouldn't do such a thing.

But until now, there is no turning back.

As the final prayers fell, there were piercing screams, whispers, and jeers from the shadows.

It seems that tens of thousands of people are shouting, and it seems that one person has shouted out thousands of voices.

The black whirlwind was wrapped in burning ashes, circling around Yake's body.

It all hits a climax and then quickly goes down again.

When the body was gone, the cold receded and the whispers died away.

None of this seems to have happened.

After going through all the procedures according to the ceremony, Varun closed the book tremblingly.

Yake's body has disappeared, and only the blood stains on the carpet prove that he existed.

A warm current appeared in Varun's body, making him feel that his old body was filled with strength again.

The ceremony was successful.

Sacrificing Yak, he regains his energy.

"Praise be to the Emperor, your sacrifice is worthwhile, Ark."

Warren said something in a low voice.

"I will serve the Emperor more piously, and serve the Primarch more piously."

After saying this, Varen packed his things and locked the book that recorded the forbidden witchcraft. He swore that he would never use this book again.

After another pious confession.

Varen asked a servant in charge of cleaning to clean up the blood on the carpet and wipe away the last traces of Yake.

It was not difficult to appease Yake's family.

Warren has been fully prepared for this.

Everything is so perfect.

There is no flaw.

Fortress of Pharos.

"This is alien technology, and the Primarch is taking a very dangerous path." The Grand Marshal of the Black Templar Almarich looked in front of him, and the tone of the steel tower towering above the clouds was full of disgust.

"But we have no choice." Regula, the mechanical sage whose whole body has been transformed into a machine, said.

His whole body is full of machinery, and his body is huge, not inferior to a heavy tank.

Walking can only be maintained using anti-gravity levitation devices and hydro-mechanical prosthetics.

Thick cables connect numerous weapons and exploration equipment used for research, making him look very bloated.

The mechanical sage Cawl commissioned Regula to investigate the Pharos Lighthouse and send relevant data to Macragge.

"What's the result of the research?" Amariqi suppressed the disgust in his heart.

"This is a secret, and your task is to guard the lighthouse, not to understand it." Regula's voice came out through the sound generator built into his abdomen, and he refused to disclose any information.

Amariqi frowned, "Don't I even have the right to know what I'm guarding?"