Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation - Chapter 262

  Chapter 262 Mortarion, who was beaten by fat (for subscription)

  Hearing this, Penny showed a moment of astonishment, and then quickly hid her expression.

  She had given up hope for this visit.

  Who would have thought of a turnaround? For unknown reasons, the Marshal of the Forbidden Army changed his mind.

this is a good news.

   There may be a better way to solve the current dilemma.

   Stop the empire from falling apart and fighting among itself.

  Led by the followers of the imperial army, Penny entered the depths of the palace.

   Walk past the forgotten ancient machinery and enter a room located underground.

   This room is the private reception room of Marshal Valano.

   Very simple, only a few chairs, a table, without any electronic equipment.

   Obviously, this is a good place to talk about secrets.

   There will be no written records, and the content of the conversation will only exist in each other’s minds.

   It’s hard to imagine that such a humble office belongs to one of the few people with the highest status in the empire.

  The Marshal of the Custodian Army is independent of all bureaucratic institutions of the Empire, and has powers beyond imagination.

  Even in the era of high lords, they still have the power to control the life and death of those high lords.

   Few are qualified to question the closest personal representative of the Emperor.

  The entourage brought Penny to the private reception room, then turned and walked out.

   “I’m very glad that you can come here, Prime Minister.” The Marshal of the Imperial Army came out from behind the bookshelf. He was wearing that set of golden armor. The only difference from his usual routine was that he didn’t have a weapon in his hand.

  Petunia knew that even without a weapon, for the Custodian Marshal, killing her was no more difficult than killing an ant.

   “I am also very glad that you can see me, Valanor, I thought you would always refuse to see me.” Penny did not call Valanor’s thousand honorary titles engraved on the phlogopite armor.

  Those honors are the medals of the great man’s long service life.

  The Band of Ten Thousand is the brainchild of the Emperor, and each one of them is perfect.

  Battlefield strategy, fighting and killing, noble etiquette are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

  Even their looks are perfect.

  Valano’s face is covered with scars, with clear lines, like a sculpture.

  He has thin lips, a broad nose, and a muscular neck.

   “We can all see the overall situation, at least our information is far superior to others. I know what you want to do, Prime Minister.” Valano’s voice became low, and Penny could hear deep thought.

“My thoughts are already very clear, so what are your thoughts?? We can all see that there are gods behind this incident that are fueling the flames. What they can’t get on the battlefield, they changed their methods , Trying to use those ignorant people to get it. As the emperor’s loyal guard, Valanor, you see clearly. Now, it is time for you to make a choice, and mankind must not fall into civil strife.”

   “You know, the Ten Thousand Brothers are loyal to the Emperor, and we only obey his orders.” Valanor stared at Petunia with deep eyes, making it hard to figure out what was behind those eyes.

“Then you should be on our side. Everything created by the Regent of the Empire is exactly what He wants.” Petunia made a gesture, trying to strengthen her persuasiveness, “We are creating a new era, the gods want to destroy it all. We need to unite and fight them together, otherwise the tragedy will happen again.”

“The gods have waged war against us, an invisible war, and those ignorant people are mobilized against our construction, using some past, unproven things to slander the redeemer of the empire. Those who have evil intentions wear Loyal skin, trying to steer this situation in a direction beyond our control.”

   “We have to win this war. If you are willing to cooperate, we can win the war without any damage. If you are not willing, the empire will lose something.”

   “People’s trust and the perfect image of the Imperial Regency will be destroyed, causing cracks in many things. The foundation of the building is destroyed, leaving wounds and becoming the target of future enemies.”

Facing the excited Imperial Prime Minister, Valano remained calm, “You are right, Prime Minister. But all this is meaningless to the Imperial Army. Political matters are handled by politicians, and war matters should be handed over to those who General. These things are not worth mentioning to the Forbidden Army. Wherever the empire goes, the duties of the Forbidden Army are the same as before. There is only one thing that can change us, and that is whether it is His will.”

   “What about now? What is your decision?” Petunia’s voice became serious.

   “It’s not the decision of the imperial army, but his decision.” Valano walked to Penny’s side, “The imperial army has received a new order, and the empire needs a new emperor.”

  Penny was so shocked that she couldn’t speak when she heard what Valano said.

“This this..”

“Don’t be so surprised. This is the best way to solve the best problems, and it is also His will. He has always been committed to letting humans escape from those sufferings. This point has not changed even after ten thousand years.” Wa Lan Nuo stared at Penny, “The Wanfu Group never violates His will, even if this order is very unreasonable, we will continue to obey it as always. Then it’s your job, Prime Minister. You have to make sure that the thirteen Only then can we perfectly resolve the differences between the two factions. Before that, I will announce to the empire that the imperial army will accept the upgrade of the original casting, so as to release our attitude.”

  Penny couldn’t believe what she heard.

  She stared at Valanor dumbfounded for a long time before recovering from the shock.

“Is it really possible?”

Valanor nodded, “The imperial army will fully support him, this is the Emperor’s will. Only by allowing No. 13 to control the real power, can we eliminate the current suspicions and prevent such incidents from the source. Happen again. Otherwise, the gods will keep using these things to divide us.”

“The high lord council in the past, and the royalist movement today. I am afraid that more such things will happen in the future. The gods will continue to provoke us and deliberately cause one struggle after another. The best solution That is, the thirteenth becomes the new emperor of the empire.”

  Penny nodded upon hearing this.

   She can naturally see this clearly.

   As long as the empire has both the authority of the emperor and the imperial regent, it will continue to cause conflict.

   A slight disagreement may cause a double ideological struggle.

  The best way for the empire is to have and only have one voice.

  But who dares to say it? ?

   Now, the window paper is punctured.

  Maybe just the right time to make things right.

   “I’ll make sure everything is ready.” Petunia felt happy.

   This is the result she never expected.

  This crisis was transformed into an opportunity, allowing the empire to truly enter the era of Guilliman.

   “Then do it, Prime Minister of the Empire.” The Marshal of the Forbidden Army said: “I hope that the thirteenth will not let us down.”

   Ix Galaxy.

   A powerful storm rages in the warp, and countless nightmares plague ordinary people who long for sleep.

  Even in the dreamland, they still need to try their best to fight against those terrifying monsters, otherwise they will become slaves of each other.

  The dark and cold void boils with endless malice.

   Every warship needs to be protected by the light of faith in order to sail safely.

  The God of Plague has completely distorted a large star field centered on Ix.

   Ships within a few light-years of the Ix system are affected by warp forces.

  Eerie whispers, creeping darkness, and monsters that live in human minds.

  Those lost, destroyed ships were wrapped in squirming flesh, and huge eyes grew on the hulls, regaining the ability to sail again.

  The power of the evil **** brought these battleships back to life and became the weapons of those traitors and demons against the empire.

  The huge beacon of faith is displayed on the celestial-class battleship, bursting out with light like the sun, resisting the will of the gods, and opening a road to the Ix galaxy in the darkness.

  In the vast void, the captains steered their ships to fight against the evil enemies in the subspace, limiting the plague god’s poison within a certain range, and preventing the plague from spreading further.

   However, the place where the battle is decided is not in the void, but on the surface.

  Those nodes have been mostly destroyed, and Mortarion’s plan to corrupt Ultramar has undoubtedly failed.

  The power of the empire has been increased too much.

  Mortarion’s army was simply powerless against the original cast warriors and the newly upgraded imperial army.

  After Jaghatai, a Primarch with equal power to him, joined the battlefield, the traitors were completely deprived of their last advantage.

   All they are left with is bitter failure.

   Recovering Planet Ix is the final battle.

  Ventris, Phikris went to attack the plague factory on the planet Ix according to the plan, destroying the rituals of the Plague God’s minions and weakening the power of the devil.

   Jaghatai’s opponent is Mortarion, and he has to catch the **** **** and bring him back to Terra.

   With the great hum of bombardment and the Titans advancing, Imperial forces parachute to the ground.

   An all-out attack on the Plague Factory.

  The Knights, Skitarii, Star Corps, Sisters, and Primordial Warriors are all charging.

   Every troop is part of the Wrath of the Empire.

  They opened fire, blasting the hordes of demons to pieces.

  Super-heavy tanks roll in, crushing demons at close range with their terrifying cannons.

  The thick armor was smeared with clotted blood and slime from the disintegrating debris of warp creatures.

  The knights drove the mechs equipped with incinerators, spraying out several kilometers of plasma flame streams.

  Plasma is heated by high-speed rotation in a magnetic field, and then ejected. The temperature is dozens of times higher than that of ordinary fuel.

  The whole sky was scorched with heat waves.

   Crazy swarms of flies were sizzled by the flames, exuding a foul smell.

   The battle didn’t last long, and the ground was covered with blackened flies.

  The fighter planes skimmed the air and fought with a huge number of demon engines.

   Beams and missiles are all over the sky.

  Wreckage fell like raindrops, and the damage on both sides was equally tragic.

  Nurgling, armed with weapons, built multiple lines of defense around the plague factory, trying to defend the garden world that already belonged to the plague god.

   Phikris and the others rushed in all the way, smashed every Nurgling that emerged, and entered the interior of the factory.

   “For Guilliman,” Phekri yelled.

  The other fighters responded with the same battle cry.

  Some people fell on the way to charge, but more people took their place.

   Sacrifice is inevitable.

   Demons are the fanatical and sickly imaginings of those who have fallen into madness, perversion, loneliness and fear.

  Every whimsical thought, every evil longing, every wayward thought, is a seed that grows in the turbulent currents of the Warp.

  Demons are the curse of civilization, the fear of creatures themselves.

   These guys are not so easy to defeat.

  Technology only allows humans to have the capital to fight against them, and it is impossible for soldiers to win unscathed.

  The cannons were aimed and fired, the bombers whizzed by, the Titans stepped forward, and the imperial troops marched forward bravely, using sacrifices in exchange for victory.

  The demons are equally crazy, those bands with corrupt instruments are still playing music crazily, using various means to prevent the victory of mankind.

   Tall Death Guard champions, gut-piercing warlords, giant monsters with tentacled mouths, and those laughing plague minions.

   These guys hold all kinds of rusty, green-spotted weapons to stop the empire’s offensive.

  Phicles slayed those monsters, and strenuously moved towards the interior of the plague factory.

   After cutting down a howling plaguebringer, Phikris saw a huge monster.

   “Stupid mortal, I hope you can stop.” The monster staggered and walked in front of Phikris, “I am septicemia, the seventh lord of the Seventh Temple of the Devil, you have gone too far astray.”

   “Shut up, devil.” Phikris’s eyes showed anger, and he activated the second-stage Emperor Angel engine to enhance his combat power, “You will usher in the end.”

   Veterans came from other places and joined the fight.

  A Archdemon is a dire threat to Imperial forces.

   Phikris has extraordinary power, but a big demon is not so easy to deal with.

“Your **** is a liar, he doesn’t speak at all, and responds to all your efforts with the smile of that corpse. Even if you fight to the last moment, you have nothing but death. After that, your existence is Will be completely annihilated in the vast subspace. You now have another choice, surrender to the great father, you will enter the garden of Nurgle. In this way, you can get a completely different ending. The The garden is the paradise that all life longs for, where nothing dies. The tiniest virus to the gigantic behemoth can rise from the muck, where there is no death, no pain. Suffering will be a sweet And lasting happiness, your Lord will not regenerate you, nor give you any hope, why do you fight for him?”

   Septicemia showed its weapons, trying to convince these fighters who were trying to defeat him.

   But the result is not very good.

  Phicles and the others turned a deaf ear to the blasphemy of septicemia, pulled the trigger at him, and fired the blessed bullet.

   They waved their weapons, trying to leave wounds on each other’s bodies.

   “Damn it, you guys **** me off.” Septicemia yelled, “I want you to know my anger, the anger of a god-favored one, and your souls will be imprisoned by me forever.”

   “You talk too much, demon.” A nun of silence jumped up from the crowd, and the weapon in her hand exuded an aura that frightened the demon.

   There was a trace of fear on the face of septicemia.

  If he is killed by a soulless person, he may not be able to be resurrected again.

  He waved his weapon, intending to deal with the soulless first.

  Fiklis was even faster, and in the flickering, his figure appeared in front of the Silent Nun, blocking the blow for her.

   Septicemia’s big sword was blocked, which made him very angry.

  The next second, dozens of explosive bombs hit his fat and bloated body again.

  Those bullets had the force of blessing and made him feel pain.

   Septicemia swung its weapon, splitting a warrior’s armor.

   The plague quickly killed the warrior.

  The small achievements made Septicaemia look a little proud.

  He wants to let these **** humans know what will happen if they offend him.

  Fikres et al responded with more outrage.

   Moments later, septicemia killed several soldiers, but he had to admit that he couldn’t take it anymore.

   Its body was riddled with holes, its intestines full of maggots dragged on the ground, and the weapon in its hand also had several gaps.

   Primaris warriors are still attacking him fiercely.

   The knife and the axe have been attacking his vitals.

  Several Silent Sisters are waiting outside. Once the septicemia is weak, they will give a fatal blow, so that the septicemia can no longer be revived.

   “This is not a good ending.” Septicemia muttered, and he took advantage of the gap to scan the battlefield, trying to find some helpers.

   All demons are trapped.

  The Black Death was shattered by artillery fire, when the Sisters of Silence approached, ready to finish it off.

  The Black Death made a wise decision to cut off his own head with the only remaining hand, release his soul, and fled back to the subspace.

   If killed by the nun of silence, it is a real death.

  The Soulless will devour everything.

   Septicemia did not find a helper. It knew that it would continue to fight, and only the most terrible end awaited him.

  He raised the sword in his hand, trying to give himself an end.

  The sound of gold and iron striking each other came, and septicemia failed to commit suicide.

   Phikris stopped him again.

   “No!” Septicemia, who realized what the other party was about to do, yelled in horror: “You can’t do this.”

   “Don’t think that you can be resurrected.” Phikris’ voice came from under the grille, and when the septicemia wanted to attack him, his body turned into an afterimage again.

   “I hate technology.” Septicemia said angrily, “You despicable mortals who use technology, meet my wrath.”

  Many Primordial Warriors swarmed up again, and Sister Silence was ready to completely end the demon.

   After a while of fighting.

   “I admit that the attitude towards you just now was a bit too much, maybe we can talk about it.” Septicemia tried hard to resist the attacks of the original cast warrior and the nun of silence, and he gave in.

   The attack of the soulless man shattered the soul of the septicemia.

  Continue like this, he will really die.

   “Go to hell.” Phikris’s response was simple and straightforward. He cut off the hand of the septicemia holding the weapon.

  A nun of silence rushed up. She held a sword bigger than herself, jumped up, and chopped off the head of the septicemia with one sword.

  The Primaris Warrior and the Sister of Silence were sent flying by the death scream of a Demon Soul.

   Septicemia’s huge body fell limply.

   “Go on.” Phikris didn’t stop to celebrate the victory. He knew that a more powerful enemy was in the depths of the plague factory. Only by solving Kugas who possessed the crucible of Nurgle could he truly win the victory.

  The location of the tallest spire in the center of the plague factory.

  The two brothers who fought to the death meet again.

  Mortarion’s every step was clearly calculated by the empire.

  As a Primarch who was betrayed by his own son and looked down upon, Mortarion was eager to prove himself.

  The plan to corrupt Ultramar has been planned for a long time.

  But now, the defeat was like a mountain, and he felt a huge sense of frustration in his heart.

  Guilliman made the move himself, and he was also convincingly defeated.

   The problem is, Guilliman never shows up.

   During the whole process, the opponent’s two heirs were directing the battle, but he was firmly blocked out, and nothing was accomplished.

   Chagatai even beat him up in the Pandor galaxy, causing him to flee in a state of embarrassment, and could only vent his anger on Typhons.

  If he fled back to the subspace, he might become the target of ridicule by the demons.

   He was ridiculed before he cast Chaos, but as a Primarch, he failed to unify his home planet.

   Voted for Chaos, and was beaten up by his former brothers.

  If Typhons is released, I’m afraid he will be ridiculed even more.

   Those demons in Kugas will look down on him too.

   The Ix system is where Mortarion must come.

   Otherwise, even if he survives, it will be difficult to maintain his status in the garden.

   No demon would look down on a loser.

  (end of this chapter)