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Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

The era of the decline and fall of the galaxy has arrived, and the power to destroy the world has gathered unprecedentedly. The minions of the four evil gods are wreaking havoc in the real universe. The terrifying monsters and demon legions in the night of old have brought destruction and despair to countless human worlds. In the darkness, a ray of light emerged. Carrying countless human technologies, the soul from another world returned to life with the help of the body of the thirteenth parent and child of the imperial emperor. The battle between humans and evil gods is rekindled. In the name of the Emperor, countless human heroes gather again. Blood and corpses will pave the way for the glory of mankind. “As soon as I opened my eyes, you told me that human beings are about to die??”

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Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 136: The Destruction of the First Legion

 The First Legion was the first Legion of Space Marines created by the Emperor.

  In order to deal with various wars in the early stage.

  The First Legion became the only complete, multi-functional legion in the empire that could deal with all threats.

  Complicated features, after the Lion King-Ryan took over, it evolved into the Dark Angel's Dreadwing, Ravenwing and other company units.

   The Deathwing are the 1st Company of the Dark Angels Chapter.

   Its members all wear skeleton-style Terminator helmets and skull masks.

  They never care whether they have a reputation for excellence, nor do they care about their own prestige.

  For the members of the Deathwing, their only appeal is to focus on killing enemies and completing tasks.

  Whether in terms of combat skills or spiritual defense, every Deathwing member is the best.

   They are a true group of humble and selfless fighters.

  The skull-shaped helmet masks represent their consciousness of fighting to the death.

   They will never back down from any threat.

  Even if they will pay a heavy price, they will defend humanity and the empire to the death.

  They never relent, never regret, and never fear.

  Deathwing members want nothing more than to fight for the Legion, to prove their worth.

  Boris passed the trial of the Grand Master very early and became a Deathwing Terminator.

   In addition to completing various routine tasks.

  He also has a very important task that cannot be told to others.

   That is hunting down fallen angels.

  Ensure the enforcement of Caliban regulations.

   In view of some past events 10,000 years ago, the Dark Angels tried their best to hunt down the Fallen Angels.

   They firmly believe that when the last fallen angel is caught, their genetic father will return.

   So, for eons, they hunted these guys all over the galaxy.

  As soon as the news of the fallen angels came out, Boris, one of the members of the Deathwing, was sent out by the Grand Master.

  Whether it is true or not, they have to take a look.

   Ensure that the Fallen do not fall into the hands of other Imperial forces.

   It is very difficult to extract confessions from traitors. They are already fanatical and will not be afraid of pain and torture.

   But the Dark Angels have their own Librarian.

  In order to obtain information from fallen angels, they will not be stingy in using various terrifying means.

  The think tank searched the brains of those traitors, and obtained the information they wanted from their memories.

   Then erase these memories.

  Anyone who knows of the existence of the Fallen is to enforce the laws of Caliban.

   This is the regulation of the Dark Angels.

   Erasing memory is a good thing for everyone.

  Boris and members of the tactical team formed a formation, armed with weapons, and stepped into the intricate bottom layer of the hive.

  The further you go down, the more polluted the air becomes.

  The ground is full of blood, and the mottled walls are full of **** fingerprints.

   It's hard to imagine what those cultists have done here!

   They're using their own kind to feed some kind of unspeakable monster.

  The deeper you go along the passage, the more the team's think tank can feel the dark power at the bottom of the hive capital, which is extremely deep and terrifying.

   In the face of this darkness, any rationality and order will be forcefully distorted.

  Any mind will be corrupted, and eventually it will degenerate and become a lunatic.

  With the emergence of the Great Rift, the influence of the gods on the real universe has become more and more powerful.

  Despair is spreading, spreading to every corner like a flood.

  With the arrival of the gods, madness spread throughout the galaxy.

  Humans began to kill each other.

   Just as Chaos thought.

"enemy."

  A scream came from the depths, and the figures of the thugs appeared in front of Boris and the others.

  They held dancing torches, their eyes became crazy, and they screamed for killing and blood.

   "These damned beasts."

  A Deathwing member saw the desecrated statue of the Emperor in the hands of the mob, and was furious.

   Mortals are no match for the Dark Angels.

  Any enemy will be destroyed by the dark angels.

  Under the attack of explosive bombs and chainsaw swords, all the thugs were killed.

   Become corpses scattered all over the place.

  Boris and the others stepped into the deepest part and walked through the passageway where the lumen lights flickered.

  Scattered thugs are just small stones at their feet, which can be crushed at will.

  Finally, they came to a hall.

  There are corpses piled up here, exuding a pungent **** smell.

  Piles of corpses.

   Both men and women, as well as newborn children.

  A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl was hung above the hall.

  The wire went through her young body, half of the skin was stripped and half was left.

  The thugs manipulated the girl's body with wires, pretending to be pious, and didn't care about the girl's pain at all.

   From that terrified face, it can be seen what terrible torture this girl has suffered.

   The crueler the torture, the better the gift to the Chaos Gods.

  The think tank held a scepter, and he looked around the hall, nine piles of corpses, this is a special number.

  The holy number of the ever-changing one is nine.

  Planet Conny 1 fell into rebellion, and the camp behind the scenes called for it.

  The think tank has built a spiritual barrier, carefully guarding against the invisible darkness.

   "How blasphemy." Boris saw the scene in front of him, anger appeared in his heart, and then he suppressed it.

   Anger is a sign of incompetence.

   Out of control emotions cannot bring the dead back to life.

  Stay sane, revenge is the right choice.

   "Jie! Jie!"

   The darkness squirmed, and a laugh came, full of sarcasm and teasing.

   "Get out, you bastard." Boris and many members of the Deathwing raised their bolt guns and looked around carefully.

   "I am by your side, Boris. I will bring you the prophecy that the thirteen sons will destroy the inheritance of the first son."

   Shadow shouted and said.

   It writhed, flowing like water, seeping into tiny crevices.

   "Get out of the human world, demon, any of your plans will not succeed." The think tank shouted, releasing his spiritual power, trying to capture the opponent's position.

   "You're so clumsy that you can't hurt at all." Shadow taunted, "I came to warn you, but you treat me like this."

   "Warning!" Boris said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Don't let me find out your real body, devil, or I'll give you a warning with the bolt gun in my hand."

   "Your attitude is too bad." A voice came from the shadows, like an omnidirectional three-dimensional surround echo.

  The members of the Deathwing tried to lock each other's positions, but found that all their efforts were in vain.

  The other party is illusory, as if this space does not exist.

   "Show your real body, maybe my attitude will be better." Boris said.

   "Your words are full of lies. Showing your true body will only usher in your attack, Boris. I am here to warn you and prepare for your retreat."

   Unpredictable whispers flowed in the hall.

   "The Dark Angels Chapter is about to be wiped out, and your Gene-Father will be the sinner of the Empire of Man you guard. Don't you want to know why?"

   Whispers tempted Boris.

   Every member of the Deathwing exists to preserve the honor of the Gene-Father and the Chapter.

  The devil's words obviously hit Boris' weakness.

  He can rush to death needlessly, but he can't ignore the damage to the reputation of the father of genes.

   "There is never the truth in the mouths of demons, believing them will only lead you astray." The accompanying think tank shouted to wake Boris up.

   Their words are poison, and anyone who believes them is taking poison.

   "But what I'm talking about is the truth, the future that is about to happen. Look at you poor people, you don't know when disaster is approaching."

  The voice of the demon was full of sarcasm, mocking them.

   "Damn it." The think tank roared, his scepter was shining, and the psionic power he had practiced for a long time spewed out, trying to stop the other party from continuing.

  Any words spoken by Chaos are lies, terribly corrosive.

  Their ultimate purpose is to lead them down a path unimaginably dire.

  Anyone who believes in chaos will end up with no good results.

   "Thirteen Sons will erase yours, Caliban's secrets will no longer be hidden, and you will be made public. Don't deny that you are traitors, and traitors will eventually be cleaned up."

  The demon yelled frantically.

  Its sound is like a sharp piece of glass, crazily squeezed into people's minds, stirring their brains.

   "Found him."

   think tank yelled.

  He emitted strong and terrifying spiritual fluctuations.

  A strong glow swept away.

  A terrifying figure appeared from the shadows.

   Covered in scales and feathers, the eerie face is frightening and unsettling.

"You can't hurt me, you can't even imagine the methods of the Altered One," said the demon. "I have to go, but I will see your destruction, poor fellow. Stone Keep will be destroyed, and your genetic father will be destroyed." It is a shame to be a human being, and it will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever."

"His statues will be pulled down, his exploits will be erased, everything about him will be lost. Henceforth there will be no secrets in Caliban, and no, there will be no secret-keepers in Caliban. "

   "You are finished, sons of the Lion King. You will witness your father fall into the abyss, and you will be questioned. Remember, the thirteen sons will destroy the First Legion. This is an inevitable future."

  The think tank launched an attack on it, but the opponent shattered like a phantom, turning into black smoke and disappearing completely.

  Boris ordered someone to explore, but found nothing this time.

  They lost the demon again.

   "What should I do?" The think tank looked at Boris, holding the scepter in his hand tightly.

   "What does he mean?" Boris looked at the Librarian, "Will the Dark Angel be destroyed by the awakened Guilliman?"

   "It is a demon, and its words cannot be trusted." The think tank said, "It will make us confused, then self-doubt, and finally go to self-murder."

Boris looked solemnly, "No matter what, everything here must be reported to the Grand Master Azrael, and everything will be decided by him. We have to be prepared to face risks. The Thirteen Primarchs are about to enter In the Nephilim star area, his arrival is likely to cause some waves."

   "Do you really believe in demons? Do you think the Thirteen Primarchs will destroy us?" said the think tank.

"No one knows what the Primarch thinks. He dismissed many dignitaries. Obviously, he wants to reshape the human empire." Boris said, "No one knows what his attitude is towards Caliban's secrets, you and I We all know that it is a secret that must never be revealed."

   "The Caliban regulations can be applied to other forces of the Emperor, but if a primarch knows, what should we do?"?

  The Glory of Macragge did not follow the main force.

   After jumping out of the warp once, he briefly left the main force and entered a remote galaxy.

   The system is on the edge of the Empire.

  The only terrestrial planet, barren, icy, covered with ice and snow all the year round.

  Guilliman's Sovereign-class gunship stopped on a snow-white plain.

  It is full of natural reliefs carved by nature with ice and snow.

   Walk a few steps forward, and you will see an ancient and cold cliff.

  A large amount of steam came out from the propeller of the grounded gunship.

  The internal temperature regulation system also made a rushing sound, and the extreme cold of the planet tested the limits of these aircraft.

  Guilliman stepped off the gunboat, and what he saw was a snow-white plain, and on the other side was a huge ice wall.

  The snow was melted by the engine of the gunboat, emitting bursts of white steam, tumbling into the air.

  But the gas rose only a few meters before it was frozen and became a crystal that refracted light.

  The temperature on this planet is so cold that frost quickly covers the icy hull like a spider web.

  When Guilliman walked down, the gunship had already been covered with thick frost.

  Behind Guilliman, Sicarius and members of the honor guard also came out from inside.

  They don't have any gorgeous decorations on their bodies.

   Only the golden double-headed eagle and the banner of Ultramar.

  The service nails on their foreheads represent that they are all veterans who have served for more than a hundred years.

   They followed Guilliman closely and walked down the ice field.

  Their boots rattled on the snow, and the golden decorations were particularly dazzling on the vast land.

  The air on this planet is very clean, and you can see the blue, spotless sky when you look up.

  The Empire's gunships are the only black silhouette on this snow-white plain.

  The automatic weapon makes a mechanical sound of rotation, and it is on automatic alert. The muzzle rotates continuously with the sound of the machine, and once it finds the target, it will attack without hesitation.

  Sicarius took people to inspect this area, using scanners and bird divination instruments to scan the deep underground.

   "There is nothing here." Sicarius said to his lord.

   "I should have brought down two think tanks." Guilliman said, "They should have gone into hiding."

   During the voyage, Guilliman was contacted by the Eldar using psionic means.

  The other party gave him a coordinate.

  So, he sat on the Macragge's Glory and came to this unshitty frozen planet to find the Eldar connector.

  The Eldar are one of the few races in the galaxy that can cooperate.

   One is that the Spirit Race saved him, and the other is that the Spirit Race has been disabled.

   Their time has passed, and it is difficult to return to it.

  An ally that is hard to get stronger.

  Humanity can save a lot of trouble.

   If it is the Tau tribe, Guilliman will directly issue an extinction order.

   This guy is undecided, and always wants to replace human beings.

   Guilliman doesn't have a problem with the Tau.

   Rather, the Tau are young, eager to grow up, eager to become the next protagonist of the galaxy.

   This is something Guilliman cannot bear.

  No matter what people say about benevolence, righteousness, morality, goodness and peace, they have to admit one thing, that is, these things are used to whitewash peace and maintain order.

   There will be no true peace in this world, not before, not now, nor in the future.

  Survival is a very cruel thing.

  It is so cruel that many people are unwilling to look directly at its essence.

  Why do good people live long and bad people live thousands of years.

  The reason is that good people do not meet the requirements of life evolution.

  The law of the jungle is the law of nature.

  The essence of survival is to plunder resources and have enough resources.

   This resource includes food, mating, and more.

  Goodness, kindness, and morality are all spoken to yourself and your allies.

  Because both parties have common interests, these things can reduce mutual friction and better promote the relationship between allies.

  Speaking these things to the enemy is either stupid or bad.

  Humans and Tau cultures are different, and their reproductive mechanisms are different.

   If you don't exterminate the opponent, why keep it!

   Keep the opponent to grab resources!

  Keep the other party calling Three Thousand Years Hedong, Three Thousand Years Hexi, don't bully the poor.

   Then cut monsters and upgrade all the way, and finally kill humans?

   What a brainless behavior this must be!

  Guilliman looked at the desolation, a snow-white plain, his gaze was also deep in thought.

  Suddenly a voice sounded in his mind.

  A ray of light appeared in his eyes, connecting to the distant ice wall.

   "Bring the melta, we have to dig a road." Guilliman walked towards the ice wall, he knew that the light was a revelation from his allies of the Eldar, so he just followed.

  He walked to the front of the ice wall, pointed to a place and said, "Here it is, dig."

  Sicarius and the others walked up with the thermal melt beam launcher.

   They pulled the trigger, and a scorching scarlet beam shot out, and the ice sizzled.

   Soon, the ice layer was melted and turned into water, which flowed along the ice surface, and after a short distance, it was frozen again.

  Huge clouds of steam roared into the sky under the irradiance of scorching beams.

   Soon, Sicarius and others dug out a smooth entrance.

   Opened a tunnel with great force.

   "It's a spirit bone." The soldier in the tunnel shouted.

   "The Eldar?" Sicarius looked at his lord.

  Guilliman did not say the purpose of this trip.

  Now Sicarius has guessed it.

  Guilliman nodded, "Yes, Eldar, they sent me a message, a kind of psionic communication, so I came here to take a look."

   "With all due respect, this is too dangerous. If the subspace demon is disguised, wouldn't it put you in deep danger." Sicarius said.

   Guilliman smiled, "Don't demonize those traitors too much, they have no ability to harm me. Our fleet and soldiers are stronger than them."

   "My lord, there is a spiritual bone tunnel." The voice of the cutting team came from the communication device.

   "Very well, you all withdraw." Guilliman gave the order.

   A few minutes later, the last batch of steam roared out of the tunnel.

  The cutting team appears at the mouth of the tunnel.

   Frost stuck tightly to their power armor, as if wearing another layer of white ice armor.

   Only the position of the heat dissipation vent is not covered by frost, and the temperature is too high for water vapor to condense there.

   "The reading has been detected." Sicarius said, "It should be that the ice covered the auspicious instrument just now, and it can detect that there is a large building on the cliff. There are abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations. Sir, do you need me to accompany you?"

   "You know me," Guilliman said.

   "But in this unfamiliar environment, I think it's better to be accompanied." Sicarius wanted to fight for it.

   "It's okay, I'm cautious and strong enough." Guilliman walked towards the tunnel.

   "Don't trust the Eldar, my lord, they are also full of lies." Sicarius shouted.

   "I'm glad you have such an idea, Sicarius." Guilliman responded with a smile, and then walked into the tunnel.

  Sicarius and others were left outside, guarding with weapons.

  They are mentally prepared to rush in at any time.

  No matter what, they must ensure that their master will not have any accidents.

  The shattered ice reflected the light, making it less dark inside.

  Guilliman walked in the tunnel, going deep all the way.

  The ice wall of the tunnel exudes a trace of cold air, trying to penetrate into Guilliman's armor.

   However, the performance of the armor is very good, and it can be dispelled easily.

  The Primarch's power armor was not frosted like other soldiers.

   At the end of the tunnel, filled with soft light.

   This is a soft light unique to Eldar technology.

  Further on, there is a gate adorned with simply carved Eldar sculptures.

  Despite being ravaged by melta weapons, there is no trace of being burned.

  Guilliman walked in, and it was a magnificent Eldar tower, which was frozen in the ice layer.

  The air is very fresh.

  The temperature is also very comfortable.

  The faint light covers every corner, providing a soft light that is bright enough but not dazzling

  A robed Eldar seer awaits him.

   "I'm glad you're here, Son of the Emperor."

   It's five thousand characters long.