Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 439 The Supreme God 13 (for subscription)

   “What sacrifices do we need to make for humanity?”

   In a private conversation that has never been made public and will not be recorded by historians, Sanguinius asked his brother just such a question.

"everything."

   Hearing this question, Guilliman did not look back.

  He was standing by the porthole of the Emperor Supreme.

   Staring at the vast void, he said in a tone that was so calm that it was terrifying.

   Sanguinius did not continue to ask what Guilliman said was contained.

  Because there is no need to ask, he also knows the final answer.

  In a universe full of false gods and without redemption, how can we obtain the ultimate redemption of mankind? ?

  What price would they have to pay in order to gain a chance of life in a death situation? ?

  Despair There is no redemption in the dark and cruel universe.

  But they can create a salvation that belongs to mankind.

   Use your own life and courage to create a road to the future

   Rage and Thirst are no longer curses from the Blood Angels, nor are they from Sanguinius.

   With the help of Guilliman, they became a blessing, one of the essence of Sanguinius.

  Each Primarch is a child conceived from the two worlds of subspace and reality.

  They have endless potential.

   is the youngest son of God and the one who kills God.

  Born to be extraordinary.

  Sanguinius let out an extremely furious roar.

  The rage contained within it is pure and unblemished, making all Khorne demons and World Eaters jealous.

  The Blood Angels are not World Eaters.

  Those idiots are enslaved by the neural equipment of the Dark Ages, dominated by man-made rage, like a pathetic slave.

  The anger of the Blood Angels is innate, and it comes from the anger that was born when everything good was betrayed and destroyed.

   is a pure, rage that comes from the heart.

   It does not come from impotent rage against one's own fate, nor from hatred and enmity.

  It comes from protection, from the light that is longed for.

  The Blood Angels' wrath stems from Sanguinius' wrath, which they draw from the noble soul of their Gene-Father.

  When I witnessed the Horus Rebellion, I witnessed the evil deeds of the subspace.

  The anger of Sanguinius has never been extinguished, just like an eternal volcano, it has been burning, eager to devour all the enemies of mankind.

  His wrath affects his children for ten thousand years.

   It was once considered a curse on the Blood Angels.

   But it is not, their anger is pure, and it appears for protection, not destruction.

  After being resurrected by Guilliman with the most cutting-edge technology, Sanguinius remained angry as always.

  On weekdays, what he showed was just a disguise for that incomparable anger.

  Benevolent nature made him unable to bear to unleash his wrath on those poor weaklings.

  He could only carefully control those rages so that they would not harm innocent people.

  His anger was so pure and blazing.

   It is for this reason that the Chaos God-Khorne would stop at nothing to claim the Blood Angels and their Primarch.

  It's a pity that it didn't get what it wanted in the end.

  The wrath of Sanguinius is not for that dirty god.

  It is destined not to be the same as him.

  The purity of Sanguinius is the envy of countless demons of Khorne, and it also makes them worry and fear.

  The Primarch has the characteristic of immortality, and the title of the Young Son of God is enough to show how terrible they are.

   Even more frightening and frightening to the demons is the potential of the Primarch to grow.

  No one knows whether the high gods will be replaced one day.

  Even if it is an immortal, it is difficult to control all the variables in the vast and endless universe of the heavens.

   Sanguinius fell into a state of rage.

  He incarnated as the **** of war in the enemy's formation, wantonly harvesting those alien lives.

   He is angry at what he saw in Universe 02.

  Those superior guys keep humans in captivity like livestock.

  Those foolish heroes allow themselves to be blinded by false truths, deceived by false freedom and beauty.

  He feels pity for those guys and infinite anger at the so-called High God.

  And now, this anger has been unleashed to its fullest.

  On the noble face, those eyes have turned into pure black stones.

   It's like two smooth obsidian inlaid on a perfect statue.

  The spear in the hand of Sanguinius pierced every enemy who dared to approach him.

  The glazed, silicon-based bodies of the soldiers of the Overwatch Legion were smashed to pieces by him.

  He shook the sky with a dragon-like roar, and the unparalleled fury burned on him, turning into visible brilliance.

   Nothing can stop a Primarch.

   They were born to destroy, to slay the filthy **** above.

   Sanguinius is one of the best.

  The watchers let out screams of terror.

  They felt the same breath as their master on that human.

  Although weak, they are far stronger than them and have endless potential.

  Any companion who rushes forward will be destroyed by the human with wings.

  The opponent is like a cruel and cold war machine, every attack will take the life of their companions.

  No matter how strong those companions are, they all look weak in front of that human being.

  The opponent slaughtered every watcher in sight.

  The glazed body turned into shards of residual crystals, and the blood stained the opponent's spear, reflecting the brilliance of the metal.

  The remaining companions fled screaming.

  Even if they grasp the truth of the universe, there is no way to fight against such a terrifying monster.

   That guy shouldn't be a real thing.

  Sanguinius passed over the heads of the imperial army chanting his name, and rushed to the last remaining fortress of the enemy.

  His wings are so powerful, the radiance that escapes can fight against the time-space turbulence and exterminating weapons raging on the battlefield.

  The wings allow him to easily control the ether, as if he was born with instinct.

   Warp space is not exclusive to the gods.

  It is the mother of all things, and everything that exists is born from its embrace.

  The gods are but vile stealers.

  They took away the dominance of the subspace, and shamelessly declared that it is their exclusive.

   It's like a cruel tyrant has set aside a piece of land and wants people who have lived on that land for generations to admit that it is his private property.

  Gold ornaments, precious rubies and teardrop gemstones hang from Sanguinius' armor.

  The armor made of special high-density alloy is so brilliant and gorgeous.

   Its artistry seems more suitable to be placed in the highest-level art gallery.

  Such a noble and gorgeous armor makes Sanguinius look more noble and cannot be offended.

  He soars in the sky.

  Hold a golden spear in a strong, powerful hand.

  Countless and complicated mysterious runes are covered on it.

  The power of technology and magic flows on it.

  Between swinging, the spear will exude breaths that make the gods frightened.

  In the other hand, he held a blade made of blood-colored metal, bearing the name of his Primarch brother, Vulkan, on it.

  Vulkan presented his brother with a scarlet sword, wishing him success on the battlefield.

  In order to revive him, Guilliman exhausted all the resources he could get at that time, and forged him with the most powerful holy body.

   Even if Sanguinius is blown into atoms and thrown into a different universe, he can return someday in the future and bring revenge to his enemies.

  The powerful divine body gives him the ability to ignore enemy attacks.

  All attacks against him will be dispelled in front of that thin, invisible special barrier.

  He is like a rock in a raging ocean.

  The terrible ocean can drown everything, but it cannot crush a small stubborn stone.

  He easily slipped past defenses capable of pulverizing a galaxy and blasting stars into atomic shards.

   rushed into the enemy's formation.

  The high-speed flight brought an impact that was thousands of times greater than the shells fired by the macro guns of battleships.

  The Primarch landed, his boots leaving a huge circular ripple on the crystal surface.

  A weird, special war machine made of silicon-based crystals became the first victory for Sanguinius to rush into the enemy's line.

   That war machine has extremely weird abilities.

  Its weapon is capable of distorting the space-time fabric of the hit area.

  The misplaced space-time structure will tear apart all the so-called hard things.

  Some original cast warriors were slaughtered by it, and the dislocation of time and space tore apart the bodies of those warriors, leaving their broken limbs and flesh scattered everywhere, falling from the air to the ground like rain.

   Sanguinius destroyed it when it tried to lock itself.

  The spear containing the most advanced technology of the empire pierced the vehicle with ease and tore it apart.

   The watchers' screams echoed in the air, and Sanguinius showed no mercy.

   Another watcher with a brilliant rainbow light rushed towards him.

  The opponent's body is surging with time flow fluctuations that can instantly corrode steel into rust.

   Those Primordial Warriors who were too close could hardly resist the terrifying time flow, and they became too old to move in just a few seconds, and were finally killed by the watchers.

  The monitor's arm was shining with the brilliance of glass, and its screams were filled with unparalleled hatred and hatred.

   And Sanguinius responded in the same way, piercing the opponent's body with his spear in an instant, and cutting it in two with his sharp sword.

  He was like a thunderbolt, swiping his sword and spear, slaughtering those aliens like mowing grass.

  Leaving stumps and broken arms lying around.

  The aliens unleashed desperate cries and screams.

  They try to kill Sanguinius and change the final battle situation.

   But such a thing is doomed to be futile.

   They are doomed.

  Behind Sanguinius, tens of thousands of primordial warriors were rushing towards the Watcher's last position like a tide.

   Their space-time defenses were torn apart, and the launch pad soon fell.

  The crystal tower shining with strange brilliance flickered a few times and then went out.

  The empire's destructive attacks focused on their high crystal walls and weird geometric buildings, destroying all buildings that might pose a threat.

  The Watchers lost their last firepower and were reduced to fish on the chopping block.

  They lost their perimeter defenses, they lost those small forts.

  Even the last line of defense was lost.

  Titus launched an attack from another direction, blocking any possibility of the enemy's escape.

  The area where those glazed creatures shining with special radiance can move is getting smaller and smaller.

  Like a herd of deer being hunted.

  The space-time imprisonment device completely locks the space-time structure near the battlefield.

   The aliens cannot escape through their superb teleportation skills.

   What remains is the capture of building after building.

  Cruel fighting broke out in narrow corridors and spaces.

  The empire won the final victory.

   Advancing the vision of the Holy Emperor just as it has done in other worlds and battlegrounds.

   When the last Overseer was slain in their grand halls, the Primaris warriors cheered, savoring victory as mellow and sweet as fine wine.

  The price paid for the victory was painful, and countless people of the empire were buried here.

  The space-time structure near the battlefield has been completely destroyed.

  The turbulent etheric ocean poured out to corrupt the entire universe.

  Repair work is not only to repair the damaged warships of the empire, but also to repair the defective space-time cracks.

   This is a long job.

  Of course, to conquer a universe is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time.

  High levels such as Sanguinius and Titus entered the depths of the enemy's fortress after the battle.

  The fighters have carried out the final cleansing on it.

   Make sure all Overseers are executed or captured.

  The entire majestic city that exudes a strange glow is firmly controlled by the empire.

  The scene deep in the fort made Sanguinius and Titus and other high-ranking empire leaders palpitate.

  The abilities and skills of the monitors are extremely superb.

  Be able to observe the destiny, the truth, that constitutes the universe.

  You can also see multiple directions of the time flow, and use mysterious devices to predict the possible future development route of a parallel universe and make interventions.

  It’s like a farmer sitting in a monitoring room and looking at the farmland. Based on various data fed back by sensors, he decides when to increase light, when to sprinkle water, release pesticides, and send out machines to prune overgrown seedlings.

   The nature of the watcher and the farmer are the same.

  The only difference is that their tools are more high-end.

  Intervene in the direction of the parallel universe through fate, truth and other means.

  Each race has its own pantheon.

  But those pantheons will not obey the watchers.

  The watchers created new gods and endless families.

  Use them to control the direction of the parallel universe.

   Fate, Death, Sandman, Destruction, Desire, Despair and Frenzy.

  The monitors don't need coercive means, they just need to lure or force those superheroes to act according to their plans through dreams, death, etc.

  It's like scripts one by one, they arrange every show that looks exciting, happy, disappointed, desperate, and sad.

  Perhaps even the Endless Family and the New Gods didn’t realize that they were being manipulated.

   Such plundering methods are extremely clever and covert.

   It's hard for mere mortals to realize what the Watchers have taken from them.

  Many superheroes stubbornly believe that they are justice and freedom, and the human empire is a lie.

  But if they understand the operation of this universe enough, they will understand how sad their so-called freedom is.

  War is evolving, and the way of plundering is also evolving.

  If the emperor hadn't forced the four gods to break the rules and go off in person, the countless people of the empire would not have realized the plunder and oppression of the gods of chaos.

  They never make an official appearance, but lure people through spokespersons.

   After blocking all the roads, they hypocritically give people the right to choose, which is their forte.

  A businessman pollutes all the air by releasing toxic substances, and then launches his own high-priced artificial air.

   This businessman will definitely claim that people have choices and are free.

   They can choose to poison him, or buy his artificial air at a high price.

  If people resist too fiercely, the businessman will introduce another method. He promises that the first person to buy will enjoy a 0.1% discount, and the second person will enjoy a 0.2% discount.

  The earlier the purchase, the greater the discount you will enjoy, and you can resell it to earn money from the people behind you.

  People will give up resisting businessmen, and instead scramble for places.

   Those who can make money in front will support the merchants, and they don't care that if they resist, everyone can get 0.1% discount, or even free air use.

   Over time, people got used to the squeeze of the businessman, and even thanked the businessman, thinking that he brought fresh air so that they could live.

  If someone wants to turn over the past, see who polluted the air, and propose to bring the businessman to justice.

  The docile people were all angry, accusing him of malicious intentions, and wanted to catch him to the merchant to receive the reward.

  If someone yells that it is unfair, and feels that the businessman is squeezing himself and wants to stand up to resist, those people will stare at him angrily, wishing to bite the other party.

  At that time, the businessman's sweat will be considered sweet by those fools.

  They'll sniff like hell, and exclaim to the others triumphantly, "Ah, what a sweet smell."

  The Supreme God is the same way, using the wall of origin to build different parallel universes, just like a piece of farmland, breeding those creatures, giving those idiots the freedom of choice.

  Through major events one after another, we can create enough nutrients to feed ourselves.

  Through various means, two camps of justice and evil are created to keep them fighting and fighting with each other.

  Superheroes are powerful enough to change matter, change time, change fate, travel through time and space, and reverse the future.

  They can do anything except build a world where energy is cheap and health care and education are available to everyone.

  Superman can destroy those terrible demon gods and blow up the sun with one punch, but he can't destroy the poor people in the metropolis.

  Batman can put on the battle armor, kill people when he sees people, and kill gods when he sees gods, but he can't destroy the slums of Gotham.

   This is the truth, the Watchers never had the idea of ​​allowing those civilized races to develop.

  Because they are crops and food.

  The task of food is high yield, not invention, let alone enjoyment of life.

  Those people are born for pain, and the short-term happiness is for them to fall into a deeper abyss.

  A highly developed world where people have no worries about food, drink and clothing, how can it produce high-quality emotions such as despair and pain, and how can it satisfy those hungry monsters? ?

   Sanguinius looked at those crystal devices, which showed everything from birth to destruction of a parallel universe.

   This is the future of superhero propaganda.

  Freedom controlled by invisible threads.

  When a parallel universe is mature enough, the Supreme God will let the Destroyer Legion harvest all life, and restart the parallel universe for a new reincarnation.

"Take all these things away." Sanguinius said to the guards: "We need to learn more about them in order to win this battle. One day, we will take that **** Supreme God from it dragged out of the realm of the world, and slaughtered like a wild dog."

  (end of this chapter)