Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 521 Grand Ceremony (for subscription)

   Same as the previous celebration mode.

  The first to appear is the imperial army.

   They are representatives of the Emperor.

  The forbidden soldiers wore a full set of phlogopite armor and held halberds, standing on the floating platform, just like the golden armored **** of war in ancient mythology.

  Everyone is so perfect, as if they were portrayed by the top art scientists of mankind.

   It gives people a sense of dignity and majesty.

  Noble and inviolable.

   symbolizes the majesty and strength of the empire.

  The priests of the state religion followed closely behind. The priests wore robes and held a sky eagle censer in their hands.

  These believers who followed the imperial expedition stood or sat on the anti-gravity levitation vehicle, singing loudly the reverence and praise of the holy emperor.

   There are also some believers who are naked, kneeling on the platform and weeping bitterly, allowing the automatic whipping machine slaves to beat themselves with whips. Their backs are bloodstained, which is extremely terrifying.

  However, they believed that such a method could bring salvation to their hearts, and used such pain to express their reverence and love for the Holy Emperor.

  The incense from the censer floated together and was stirred by the servo skull flying back and forth, forming vortices one by one.

   Then came the huge Primaris warriors, their bodies strong and their newly repaired armor.

   Unlike other troops, they are on foot.

  Running hundreds of kilometers is not difficult for them.

  The warband's battle standard is flying in the air.

  The sound of uniform footsteps overwhelmed the sound of horns and people's discussions.

   No one knows how many Primaris warriors participated in the ceremony.

   You can't see the end at a glance.

  They are like a whole, every time they lift their feet and fall they are consistent.

   It's like a mechanical soldier controlled by an intelligent core, but it's not, the armor of the robot is full of a living person.

   This is the most terrifying place.

  When the Primordial Warrior came out, the terrifying aura made them fall into silence.

  Hundreds of thousands of Primaris warriors ran along the avenue in a uniform manner.

  The footsteps were deafening.

  Sigismund, Lann and the others looked solemnly, looking at the Primordial Warrior who appeared immediately behind the imperial army and priest phalanx.

   Such a spectacular ceremony, even they were stunned.

  The imperial army is already so terrifying.

   One phalanx after another walked over, with great momentum and momentum like a rainbow.

  When the Primordial Warriors were advancing, golden petals of light fell from the sky, looking divine.

  The sound of silver horns can be heard endlessly, and each door is as huge as a hill.

  Use a huge air-filled compressor to power them, allowing them to blow out huge notes.

  The sound of drums made of giant xenomorphs rises and falls rhythmically, responding to the uniform footsteps of the primordial warriors.

  If there are beings from universe 04 here, they will surely shout out that those alien races made into drums are all powerful races with ancient blood.

  After the Primordial Forge Warriors, there is the Astral Army Phalanx.

  The Krieger Death Army was the first to come. With their fearless spirit of sacrifice, they repeatedly broke the enemy's defenses and even captured several important positions, so they won this honor.

  They wore beak-shaped breathing masks, and their gray-black robes looked as if they had been ignited by war.

   Sitting silently on the top horse shaped by genetic technology.

  Holding a cold spear in his hand, it was cold and cruel, with a terrifying killing intent.

  The sound of the horseshoes was very neat, without any noise, as if it had been copied.

  Krieg soldiers are trained from a young age, they are born ready.

  Dedicated to the empire, to the Holy Emperor.

  In addition to the Krieger soldiers, there were soldiers passing by one after another. They were either sitting on heavy tanks or standing on suspended platforms.

  Each one is an elite veteran who crawled out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, with stern faces and murderous intent.

  Only from their eyes can one see the joy of victory in the war and such an honor.

  The huge Titan does not walk, but uses anti-gravity wings to levitate.

  They are the gods of war, they are the embodiment of the will to destroy.

   I don’t know how many creatures died tragically in their devastating weapons.

  When they appear on the battlefield, their figure alone is enough to make countless creatures cry and flee in fear.

  Titan cluster, knight armor, nun phalanx, and court of justice, etc.

  Every force that participated in Universe 04 got the chance to attend this grand ceremony.

  They held their heads high, with joy and a rare smugness in their eyes, walking on this road destined to honor and victory.

  The heroic demeanor of this team was broadcast live in all aspects, and spread to every corner through the empire's communication network at the fastest speed, so that everyone can cheer for these triumphant and established warriors.

  Even the many traitors imprisoned in the Atonement Astronomical Torch can be clearly seen through the giant projection.

  Fulgrim roared and roared, using his half-snake, half-human body to hit the cage desperately, and the chains covered with patterns rattled under his crazy impact.

  However, even the Primarch can hardly break free from the chains.

  It is not constructed of pure matter, but has some special things that belong to the subspace.

   It is like the chains used to bind the giant wolf of Fenris in Norse mythology.

   Chains are made from cat's footsteps, woman's whiskers, stone roots, fish's breath, bear's tendon and bird's saliva.

  These things sound incredible, but they have a certain symbolic power.

  The chains used to bind traitors also have power.

   Unless Guilliman is killed and the Empire is overthrown, they are trapped, never to be released.

  The artisans of the empire made chains out of the sins of these traitors and the hatred of the empire towards them.

   Angron was also roaring, like a lion caught in madness.

  The Butcher's Nails tormented him so much that he couldn't die.

  Kill! kill! kill!

   There is only one thought in his huge head.

  The nails gnawed at the nerves of his brain, making him howl again and again, and smashed against the wall desperately.

   Lorgar's expression was gloomy.

  Guilliman was mocking them, showing off his exploits.

   That **** liar!

   Lorgar cursed fiercely in his heart.

  His resentment and curse were so strong that they almost became physical.

  If words can be turned into knives, Guilliman is afraid that thousands of swords will pierce his heart.

   Magnus sat cross-legged on the spot.

  The one-eyed eye made no secret of its distaste for Guilliman and everything he had created.

  He has already made countless vows in his heart, he will always live, looking for opportunities for revenge.

   There is no eternal dynasty in this world.

  Even the gods will usher in changes.

  Guilliman will not have the last laugh, he will witness the empire as bright as fireworks, and then turn into ashes and dissipate in the long river of history.

  The Primarch of the Devil stared at everything projected with resentment or hatred, with viciousness and malice in his eyes.

   They gritted their teeth one by one, extremely resentful.

  The malice in the eyes almost turned into substance.

  (end of this chapter)