Chapter 636 Doomsday Storm: Burning Universe

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The creeping warships exploded, and their bodies made of flesh and blood, not steel, were torn apart. Corrupted blood sprayed into the void and was instantly ignited by fire. In the blink of an eye, the galaxy began to burn.

The flesh and blood fleet turned urgently, and a blue fleet appeared from the darkness. The light flashed like a meteor in the deep space. The fleet rushed out of the darkness, and the beams lit up one by one, like a lance standing up. The armored cavalry came, and the sound of horse hooves was replaced by the roar of thrusters, and the neighing of war horses and the shouts of knights were replaced by the sound of millions of cannons.

There was only one thing that was the same, and that was the flag. Just like the ancient knights holding banners and waving swords and rushing into the battlefield, the warships carried the emblems on their bodies, and the shining emblems charged forward.

Explosions lit up one by one, like the mud kicked up by the iron hooves of war horses. The giant horses stepped on the flying mud and rushed to the battlefield with their knights without hesitation.

The warships of both sides collided head-on, and countless flashing points of light hit each other from each other. The boarding torpedoes led their brave cavalrymen to bombard the enemy.

The landing hatch opened with a bang, and the Terminator veteran in heavy armor stepped into the flesh and blood hull. The rotating machine guns between his arms roared and roared. In the light behind him, more extreme warriors rushed out, and the traitor space warriors of the Death Guard came to meet them. They joined this grand performance with various weapons.

Listen, that is the sound of a symphony, the explosive arrows echoed in the hull, as a secondary moon tune, the cello played the movement, the chain saw violin matched the notes, they played together, accompanying the chorus of the song.

The movement of war, the absolute main theme, is undoubtedly screaming, cursing and all the sounds. At this moment, the primitive instinct of mankind was ignited, and the song that had been sung among our species for tens of trillions of years was played again. It is called death, it is called, war.

And all this has nothing to do with the Macragge Glory. In her glory strategic hall under the protection of multiple layers of void shields, the real conductors of this rich movement are here. They are the leaders of the choir. They stand on the high platform and lead the music to a climax.

Calgar stood in front of the tactical map table, overlooking countless flashing points of light, and the brow arches under his pale eyebrows were all lit up. Beside him was Tizk, the commander of the Nova Warriors. The two of them overlooked the chaotic battlefield facts in front of them, with large icons moving up and down, and smaller beacons surging like tides inside the large icons.

Around Calgar, there were many warriors, leaders, and commanders, all of whom were extraordinary people. Now this was the battlefield of the gods, a war between demigods, and there was no place for ordinary people.

Blue flags fluttered in the wind, and the red, white, and blue morning flags moved at the wind. The magnificent colossus stood between the flags, holding a huge sword and wearing a cock-crowned helmet, overlooking the people in the hall.

Look at the top of the hall, hundreds and thousands of flags were hanging down, and the front and back were filled with the glory flags of the Extreme Warriors. Ten companies stood up and all lined up, and behind them were hundreds of brotherly war group flags from the bloodline of the genetic father of the Extreme Warriors.

Wearing white armor and holding spears, as solemn as ancient Roman consuls, are the Chapter Captains Matsimilian of the Executor, Harxus of the Silver Eagle, and Murasevicius, the Chapter Captain of the Stars, who are gathered around the table with their captains. Behind them are more heads.

Looking around, there are cock-crowned helmets and towering spiked red tassels everywhere, and gorgeous armors are in an endless stream. Those oath scrolls that symbolize glory, victory and triumph were once so dazzling in their respective chapters, but here, they are unknown, because everyone present has countless honors.

The servitors were dismissed, and mortals have no right to enter here. No one's glory can make them comparable to these people, and no one can compare with you and them, except for one person, and he has arrived.

The captains and their men turned their heads and looked. Suddenly, the hall was filled with the sound of kneeling. The iron knees of the power armors banged one after another. The warriors lowered their heads. Even the proudest ones, such as the Second Captain Sicarius from the Ultramarines, lowered their noble heads that had never been lowered.

The heavy halberds hit the ground regularly. The first sound was the door opening. The second sound was the loud horn blowing. The third sound was the tall and majestic figure entering the hall.

Everyone bowed their heads to them. Even the flying flags stopped, as if they were holding their breath for their arrival. This was indeed the case. The hall was silent, even the breathing disappeared. Fortunately, there were no mortals here. If they were to do it again, their hearts would burst and die.

They did not die from the attack or fear, but from the incomparable honor and ecstasy, because they would see the thirteenth Emperor, the Lord of Macragge, and the incomparable Imperial God of War from the Creation Era walking side by side with him.

Guilliman was marching on the left, and behind him was a long row of Honor Guards. The best from various chapters had the honor of becoming members of the Primarch's guard. Now, they had all put on blue winged helmets that symbolized glory, with golden wings flying between their foreheads.

The leading flag bearer held high the five-hundred-world battle flag of Macragge, which represented the original body himself. Thousands of chapter emblems surrounded it, just to first embrace the giant U letter at the core.

On the right side, Vitor and Guilliman advanced side by side. The Imperial High Marshal's guards were all dressed in golden armor. Accompanying him were the Imperial Guards. These were wearing gorgeous battle armor and were even better than the honorary guards of the Ultramarines beside them. , and the marshals were accompanied by armored guards.

Unlike Guilliman's guards, they did not follow Vitor, but spread out around him, with halberds standing there. They did not hold a banner high, because their banner marched in the center. Humanity was and is now. The absolute greatness is the flag itself.

Vito was wearing the Emperor's armor. When he walked, the double-headed eagle on his chest seemed to be chirping silently. It was the symbol of the Emperor himself and his symbol. Everyone knew his identity. He was the Emperor's. War Messenger, God of War, that is the title that hundreds of millions of followers of the state religion will recite when cheering loudly in temples.

Two titles, the Regent of the Empire, and the Supreme Marshal of the Empire arrived at the same time. This planet, which is currently facing the erosion of war and plague, will surely flourish. Until eternity later, people here will sing the praises of this day, because when They appear at the same time, and the enemy in the galaxy can once again become rampant.

"Rise up, my sons." Guilliman said loudly. He stood in the center of the hall and spoke to them. In an instant, the whole hall echoed with rising voices, followed by salutes from different battle groups. Pay tribute to their leader, regent, and most importantly, father with different planetary cultures.

"It seems that I am redundant. Should I leave?" Vito said with a joking smile and crossed his arms, winking at Calga, who immediately understood.

"Why do you say this? Lord Vito, on behalf of the Ultramarines and all our brothers, I salute you and praise your victory."

"Feeling better?" Guilliman asked from behind.

"Well, there are many things to write about. Every time we are together, everyone will only notice you, and I am just like the air. Many people think that I am just a member of the Forbidden Army, one of your bodyguards. "

"What virtue and ability can I have to allow Vito, our famous victorious general and the undefeated, to protect me?"

"Unless you are a woman, let me tell you, Robert, it would definitely be interesting if you were a woman." With a playful smile on his face, Vito began to think about what it would be like if Guilliman was a woman.

Guilliman's expression became more and more weird later on. Vito seemed to really think about this issue again. Then he smiled and waved his hand, "Forget it, you will only become like that. I said this during the date. The rose is precious, and you are the kind of woman who can explain its niche in biology to me, and you are suitable to date Magnus.”

Guilliman suddenly raised his eyebrows. Now that the scene really appeared in his mind, it was simply terrifying. ,

Vito smiled jokingly and stood in front of the large number of red dots on the holographic map with his arms folded. "Okay, stop your brain. I think this is scary, just like me dating that old fool."

As Vito spoke, he suddenly twitched. He remembered a joke Lily had made before. When she was in Gomo, she turned herself into a woman and said that her biological characteristics were all women. If she really The person is a woman, and she is an immortal of a high enough level, so wouldn't it be possible when the original bodies were created?

Just thinking about that scene, Vito felt goosebumps all over his body, "I have to change my mind, Calga, find me a target that I can beat up, someone who is thick-skinned and can be fucked."

Vito cleared away the terrible thoughts in his mind and raised his head. The three-dimensional projection of the planet appeared on the holographic image in front of him. Its name, its history, and its past were presented in front of him.

The world of the state religion, Saint Guillimander.

Vitor couldn't help laughing when he saw the name. He looked towards Guilliman, whose expression also twitched as expected.

Put yourself in your shoes and think about the expressions of the female friends who are usually below you, but the face above you is the same.

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