Chapter 187 32, Emperor: "Suck, Suck, Suck, Suck"

Chapter 187 32, Emperor: "Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh--"

In the underground library of Mars, where infinite wisdom is stored, everyone has found the knowledge they dream of.

Duker read the manuscripts left by the Emperor thousands of years ago. In these drafts, he gained great inspiration, and gradually gained a clear idea about the creation of the Star God Power Armor.

The technological development of the empire has always been confusing - AI has its own ideas, and machine souls also have their own ideas. AI will betray humans, and machine souls will also betray humans. However, AI is hateful, but machine soul is sacred.

Many times, even those mechanical priests will confuse the difference between AI and machine soul.

Duker also has his own understanding. He believes that the biggest difference between machine souls and AI is whether to treat machines as unique living entities. Most of the time, AI will operate according to a rigid logic system, while the machine soul obviously has fuller emotions and is more like a life.

So Duker planned to create a real mechanical life, a living powered armor, in one step.

Tear apart the active metal shells created by the Necrontyr for the Star Gods, allowing these ancient gods to exist in the form of armor and become the most extreme weapons of mankind.

Even in Duke's opinion, this crazy idea is unlikely to succeed.

But it's worth trying.

Just as he was using the quill pen to calculate his thoughts on the scratch paper, his pen tip suddenly stopped, his expression immersed in thinking became cold, and a vague will to kill surrounded him.

The temperature in the entire library seemed to drop instantly at this moment.

The anger of the Lord of Destruction made the biological parts of the servitors working here tremble with instinctive hairs.

"Dulquer, what happened?" Guilliman, who felt the will to kill, came over. He was also holding a book on the meaning of war written by the Emperor.

"The storm in subspace is coming." Duker's tone was low, full of murderous intent. "This storm brought violent ocean currents over, and they flowed out from the gap of the great rift. I smelled the smell of blood, violent The power of Khorne is oppressing Terra. The minions of Khorne are trying to perform a ritual on the throne world of mankind, these damn madmen."

Guilliman showed an expression of disbelief. He was very powerful and confident of defeating any human enemy, but he was not sensitive to subspace.

After hearing Duker's words, he immediately put down the book in his hand.

"These damn lunatics!" On Terra, Waldo, the commander of the Forbidden Army, looked at the bloody scene that looked like the end of the world, and the same curse arose in his heart.

Now that the four primarchs are gathered on Terra, even if Dulquer and Guilliman temporarily stay on Mars, their legions can still support Terra at any time. Chaos is bound to know this kind of information that is not considered secret, not to mention that even the Emperor is now. It is indeed impossible for Chaos to know the news that the Emperor has temporarily recovered.

Could Khorne be confident of defeating the forces on Terra, even the four Primarchs?

Of course, this is just a fleeting thought of Waldo. The demons are disordered and crazy, and everything they do is reasonable.

Valdor wasn't even sure if Khorne actually planned to invade Terra, but he was certain that a greater crisis was brewing.

"Assemble our legions." Waldo fulfilled his duties as the commander of the Forbidden Army and gave the order through the voice channel.

"We must guard our throne and this sacred land." At his call, nearly a thousand Imperial Guards walked out of the palace of Terra.

After the ban on the palace was lifted, the operational efficiency of the imperial army has been greatly improved, and more people are arriving continuously.

The alarm sounded in the palace area. Except for the guards and legions who had to guard the palace gate, everyone else responded to Waldo's call.

"In the name of His Majesty." The Imperial Guards chanted. Under the command of Waldo, these powerful extraordinary warriors, along with their mortal escorts, rushed to all parts of Terra to prevent the further spread of the disaster.

They left as quickly and efficiently as they had come.

After issuing the tactical order, Waldo led an auxiliary army of about ten thousand people to defend near the Lion Gate.

Whenever Terra encounters a war, the Lion's Gate is always the most tragic place. During the war of the Horus Heresy, the corpses in front of the Lion's Gate even piled up to a thickness of several meters.

Waldo looked at the parade street not far away. Countless automatic guns made mechanical buzzing sounds. Amidst the chants of the mechanical priests, the energy shield was activated again.

The planetary defense systems in Terra's outer orbit are also fully activated, and the dense light spear arrays are all in a charged state. Their firepower can ensure a decisive effect in any war.

Even in the shortest possible time, Terra was ready for war, but Valdor's eyes remained worried.

The celebration for Dukel to take over as Warmaster is about to begin. During this time, dignitaries from all walks of life in the galaxy have arrived. If they die in large numbers in this dispute, many worlds will lose their masters.

Countless worlds will fall into turmoil as a result, and the madness of human beings killing each other will once again become the fodder of chaos.

Once the disaster on Terra continues for too long and the human world in various parts of the galaxy loses control, Waldo can foresee the crisis and the empire will inevitably face an unimaginable disaster.

Just thinking about this terrible future makes Waldo worried.

Just at this moment, the roar of the aircraft engine sounded, disrupting the thoughts of the commander of the Imperial Guard. He looked up and saw several Blood Angel aircraft flying low in the sky.

One of them seemed to have discovered him, changed its route in the air, and landed on the tarmac.

Sanguinius, with wings on his back and a holy face, walked down from the dark red aircraft. Chief think tank Mephiston guarded beside him, looking at everything here vigilantly.

Although Sanguinius's face was still young, the arrival of a Primarch seemed to have an invisible, peaceful and sacred aura that instantly enveloped this place. Under this aura, the uneasy heart of the commander of the Imperial Guard gradually calmed down.

"Greetings, Lord Sanguinius." Waldo, wearing heavy golden armor and holding a spear, walked towards the Primarch and saluted solemnly. He did not show impolite contempt because of the other party's young age.

"I didn't expect that even you were alarmed. This is our fault." He continued with an apology.

"The situation is worse than it looks, Valdor. Maybe this is just the breeze before the tsunami." Sanguinius showed some sadness, but it was soon replaced by perseverance.

"Many people in the Star Tongue Court have lost their minds in the impact from the warp. They screamed madly about the omen of the Lord of the Skull. I have sent them to the Mind Meditation Room. Only there can they get a brief peace."

Hearing the description of the Primarch, Valdor was shocked. "My Lord, are you saying that this riot is just the tip of the iceberg now? The tyrannical evil god even sent his demon army to our throne world?"

"That's right." Sanguinius nodded, his tone heavy.

The commander of the imperial army burst into an indescribable murderous intent in his eyes for a moment, and his body trembled slightly with great anger.

This is Terra, the capital of the empire and the place where the throne of the Lord of Mankind is located.

Now, the demons are going to trample their dirty feet on this sacred land. The Chaos Evil God even sent his demon army to try to destroy everything he guards.

Just thinking of this, Valdor was dominated by great anger.

"Calm down, Commander of the Imperial Guards. The most important thing we should do now is to drive them back." Sanguinius could understand his anger. After reminding him, he walked to the elevator platform and prepared to go to the city wall.

Soldiers were building fortifications on the city wall, and a large number of artillery arrays were ready to go. Sanguinius looked past these busy soldiers and looked into the distance.

This is where Sanguinius once fought. In the great rebellion ten thousand years ago, he was also near the Lion Gate, fighting with his blood brothers for life and death.

Unexpectedly, when he climbed here again, he still saw Terra in the flames of war.

In his sight, the flames of the riot were connected, everything was burning, the sky was as red as blood, and billowing smoke gathered in the air.

The cultists who believed in the Lord of the Skull were attacking the mortal legion. Even if their strength was vulnerable, the overflow of blood was so disturbing at this time.

"Father, I wonder if this blood is what you wish." Seeing these riotous cultists being slaughtered, the blood that flowed promoted the ceremony.

Sanguinius knew clearly that the arrival of the Khorne Demon Army could not be stopped.

He stood on the city wall, holding his weapon as he did ten thousand years ago, with a solemn expression.

There was just one thing he couldn't understand.

He was one of the few people who knew the current situation of the Emperor. Therefore, he couldn't understand why the Khorne Demon Army could so easily invade the territory of the Lord of Mankind when the Emperor was awake.

At this time,

Inside the throne hall of the palace.

The great existence emitting dazzling golden light still sat on his throne.

Three captains of the Imperial Guards were guarding the steps of the throne. In this turmoil that affected the entire Terra, they would exist as the last line of defense for the Emperor.

The three captains of the Imperial Guards loyally adhered to this mission, but from time to time, they would secretly look back.

After the speaker was installed on the golden throne, the guards knew that the king they had guarded for thousands of years had awakened.

That was why, in this turmoil, the three guards suddenly wondered whether the sacred king would show his emotions.

But the result was destined to disappoint them.

Even though the king's territory was being trampled by sin.

Even though his people were being murdered by cultists.

In the dazzling golden light, the emperor on the throne still maintained the same posture for thousands of years.

With his eyes closed, this cold old god seemed to not care about what was happening in the empire or the life and death of his people.

The three captains of the guards looked at each other, and they could see the hatred for the minions of the evil god in each other's eyes.

They were brothers who had been together for thousands of years. Even without using words, they could understand what each other wanted to express just by looking at each other.

At this moment, they were communicating with their eyes——

"I am not used to wearing this armor."

"Me too, but it is necessary. We are in a war."

"Have you noticed that the speaker is particularly quiet today."

"I guess it should be turned off."

"Who turned it off? How dare someone stop His Majesty's will?"

"Last night in the early morning, the Lord of the First Legion came to visit secretly. After that, the speaker has not made any sound."

"Lion King? Oh my God, why did he do this? The speaker is the only way for His Majesty to express his emotions now!"

"How about we restart it?"

"Agree." "Second."

After getting the unanimous approval of the brothers, a guard came to the throne cautiously,

"Your Majesty, please forgive us for acting on our own. Your servant needs your guidance."

After asking the Emperor for instructions, he started the instrument again.

"Zizi--"

The chaotic sound of electricity came from the speaker, and then--

"Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu--"

"Scum, move your dog brain closer, closer. Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu--"

"Huhuhuhuhuhu--"

The three captains of the imperial guards: "."

Click--

The speaker was turned off again, and the sound in it stopped abruptly.

"Brothers." The imperial guards returned to the throne again, with a solemn expression, "Our master is busy, let's not disturb him."

"Agree." "Second."

The three commanders of the imperial guards once again guarded the throne like statues.

The hall returned to silence again.

.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

In the cultist's camp, a man blessed by the blood god roared with fury.

Roaring, howling, the voices of the cultists gathered together and resounded in the lower nest of the Terra hive city. They held blood-stained weapons and outlined abominable runes with blood.

They charged together, hitting the army of loyal soldiers with flesh and blood and fury.

The sky was burning, the earth was breaking, and the fury of blood and fire spread wantonly.

The artillery exploded near them, but was isolated by the power of the dark god. Only a few people were torn apart by the roaring artillery fire, and the bodies engraved with blasphemous runes were also shattered in the explosion.

But more cultists broke through the blockade of artillery and fought with the imperial soldiers.

Scarlet blood flowed wantonly in the war, and with the dispute of killing, the ominous omen became more and more terrifying.

For these crazy cultists, this is a sacred ritual dedicated to the blood god. Whether killing the enemy or being killed by the enemy, it is their supreme honor.

The roar from the High Heaven became brighter and brighter, and the blood-like storm gradually gathered into a physical entity, and the curtain of reality was almost completely torn apart.

The terrible will enveloped the entire Terra, and the barrier of the material universe was overwhelmed.

They are coming.

They are coming!

Countless psychics hid in the spiritual meditation room amid desperate screams. Only by entering the virtual world can they avoid the erosion of the sea of ​​souls.

Terrible nightmares haunted them.

The unbearable terrible existence is about to come.

The pure will of killing turned this place into the Shura realm, the bite of blood, the cry of flesh and blood, no matter noble or humble, will drown in blood.

Sanguinius and Waldo stood on the wall of the Lion's Gate, watching more and more cultists trying to attack this sacred portal.

The Blood God blessed them, making them revel in the killing. They were huge in size, and although their equipment was simple, they still brought a huge sense of oppression. The will of the Lord of the Skulls spread across the land of Terra with the footsteps of this team. They presided over the blood ceremony and served as sacrifices for the ceremony.

In the sacrifice of these cultists, the already fragile reality barrier inside the Great Rift has cracked, and some truly terrible existences are about to descend here.

"Be prepared and destroy them as quickly as possible." Sanguinius gave the order, spreading his white wings and sitting here in person.

Waldo obeyed his orders, and when the cultists launched a fearless charge, the roar of artillery never stopped.

The dense firepower network fired by the fortifications on the city walls and towers almost instantly tore apart all the cultists who wanted to approach.

But among the cultists, a surviving man attracted the attention of Sanguinius.

With the blessing of the dark evil god, even artillery fire could not destroy this man.

Sanguinius's eyes were filled with fighting spirit. In this place where he had fought before, he could no longer suppress his almost boiling desire.

"My Lord, let me execute him!" Seeing this, a guard shouted to Sanguinius.

In this case, the cultist's fighting ability depends entirely on the blessing given to him by Khorne. If it is a Primarch in perfect condition, the guards will naturally not worry.

But Sanguinius currently looks like he is only in his early teens.

A ten-year-old Primarch is not necessarily weak, but it is hard to say how much fighting ability a Primarch who looks only ten years old still retains.

"Stay at your post, Guards, I am not weak!" Sanguinius flew past him, and the tip of the golden spear flashed with the arc of the phase field.

This is not the weapon that Sanguinius used ten thousand years ago.

The armor and weapons equipped on the Archangel are all made by the Second Legion factory.

He waved his white wings and jumped down from the tower. The Primarch is a god on earth and a synonym for the power of the empire.

But since his resurrection, Sanguinius has lost most of his power and is unable to participate in the war.

This situation should have continued until all his soul fragments were found, but Duker's virtual world plan once again gave him hope of returning to the battlefield.

In the virtual world, he also learned a lot of knowledge and made extraordinary progress. Whether it was the mind cultivation technology or the life magnetic field technology, his progress was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

After ten thousand years, he was thrown into the war again, but Sanguinius's heart was not as excited as he imagined. He calmly looked at the man blessed by the evil god, the monster with flesh and blood.

This monster under the watchful eyes of the blood god is gaining more blessings as the war progresses. If it is left alone, it will cause greater harm.

The man's remaining eyes, full of scarlet bloodshot, stared at the flying archangel. He roared like a beast, and the sound waves spread to the entire battlefield.

Countless mortal soldiers trembled because of his roar, and then he waved his weapons and charged at the archangel.

"Go to hell, accomplice of the cursed!" Endless anger distorted his reason. The Primarch, who he used to fear so much that he dared not look directly at him, also became the enemy he wanted to hunt.

Only killing could satisfy his anger.

Sanguinius's martial arts were outstanding even among the Primarchs. The wings behind him made him extremely flexible in the air. When he was about to get close to the opponent, he suddenly flapped his right wing in mid-air.

The huge reaction force in the air caused the Archangel's figure to deflect in mid-air, elegantly avoiding the monster's attack.

When the monster had no time to retract its weapon, the flaw on its back was completely exposed to Sanguinius. The spear with the arc of phase force field easily pierced into the monster's back.

"Zheng!——"

The sharp tip of the spear pierced through the flesh and bones of the cultist in an instant, and pierced into the land of Terra with the remaining force.

Sanguinius pulled the trigger on the gun, and this weapon made by the Second Legion instantly burst out with powerful energy, and the red flames exploded in the monster's body.

The monster, who had long lost the sense of pain, let out a miserable howl at this moment. But driven by endless anger, he forgot the gap in strength and martial arts between him and the archangel, and continued to attack fearlessly.

Sanguinius drew out his spear and responded calmly. The monster, which was seriously injured by the red flames, could no longer pose any threat to him, and seized a break in the opponent's attack.

The golden spear swung, and the spear blade instantly cut off the head of the evil god's favorite.

The red flames burned on the monster's body, and in this raging flame, the painful howling of the soul could be vaguely heard.

The archangel flapped his white wings, raised his weapon high in the air, and announced his victory to all loyalists.

"Noble warriors, nothing can hurt us," he said. "Our swords are indestructible, our spears are invincible, and our strength is unmatched, because our hearts are pure!"