Black Forest Strike, my light speed ship was exposed

The Tide of Darkness is hungry, and the power of destruction is getting stronger.

With the return of Horus, everyone on Terra fell into a terrible nightmare.

Killing.

Blood and the end.

Sacrifice and death.

Everything will be revealed.

In the Imperial Palace of Terra.

On the golden throne, the Emperor closed his eyes tightly, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

The guards of the Imperial Guards standing beside him were sad but helpless.

The Emperor was participating in a war they could not intervene in.

Representing humanity against evil gods and traitors.

Confrontation at the soul level.

Confrontation in the warp.

Vorkan, the Primarch of the Salamanders, stood in front of the former entrance to the Webway with a war hammer in his hand, like a standing stone sculpture.

He was ordered to guard this place.

Once the Emperor failed, he would need to stop the annihilation tide, trigger an explosion, destroy the entire Terra, and severely damage the gods.

A dark dream.

The Emperor's spiritual consciousness had long been scattered, fighting with the gods and the traitors.

"Father..."

"Father..."

In the dream, the Emperor was no longer the tall and burly man.

This place is a dream, the highest heaven, and the warp.

Everything in this place is an illusion.

"Father..."

Continuous calls came, with boredom and unwillingness.

The Emperor's consciousness slowly conceived eyes, mouth, limbs and the chair under his seat in the illusion.

Then he opened his eyes.

A pillar of fire rose to the sky behind him.

Darkness spread out in front of him, extending to every dimension.

The darkness and he, who was alone, formed a clear distinction.

The whispering voice came from the darkness, and those monsters that longed for human souls and flesh lurked in the darkness.

The bright flames would burn their bodies and lead them to complete destruction.

They only dared to hide in the darkness cowardly, waiting and spying on the Emperor.

Waiting for the Emperor to show his vulnerable side, only in this way can they have a chance to defeat this terrible man.

The darkness turned into a black mirror, and the Emperor saw his own image in it.

He sat on a stone chair, his dark skin clinging to the hollows of his cheeks.

The beard was black and white, like a mixture of iron and snow.

The eyes were still clear and sharp, without any mercy or compassion.

"Have you ever had a trace of truth?" the voice in the darkness asked.

The mirror made of darkness disappeared.

Around the wall of fire and the throne, the darkness became a deep abyss.

Countless screams came from the bottom of the abyss, containing pain and despair, as well as hatred for all living things.

The Emperor was not disturbed at all, and the flames behind him continued to rise..

The darkness changed again, forming a series of twisted forests.

These trees, condensed by darkness, showed twisted human faces on their skin, as if they were made of countless dead people.

These faces were desperate and sad, as if they were begging for salvation, and as if they were full of hatred.

"Father, your kingdom of lies is about to end, are you still unwilling to tell me the truth'~?"

A gray wolf walked out of the dark forest, with a huge body, dark fur, and scorching eyes.

He walked out of the darkness and called the Emperor father.

The gray wolf is the embodiment of Horus, who obtained enough power to fight the Emperor from the planet Moro.

There, the evil god gave Horus his power.

Of course, this comes at a price.

Horus' soul is burning all the time.

This will eventually lead to him being completely devoured by the evil god.

Unfortunately, he did not realize this.

The wolf incarnated by Horus let out a low roar and stood on the edge of the bright flame of the Emperor.

That flame was so powerful that it would burn all darkness.

No matter what kind of demon it was, it would disappear in this flame.

Even if Horus obtained the power of the evil god, he still could not fight against the powerful Emperor.

The Emperor's eyes were not on the wolf, and he did not care about it, but stared at the darkness behind the wolf.

The thick darkness wrapped around the wolf, and his eyes flashed with malice and ridicule.

Like a hungry hunter.

The wolf pounced on the Emperor, trying to strangle his father.

The dark forest behind him flashed into a solidified dark and dazzling color. b

A hand also stretched out from the darkness, stabbing the Emperor like a claw.

The flames behind him burst out and soared into the sky, like a pillar of fire connecting the sky.

The sharp claws formed in the darkness were blocked by the flames and turned into ashes and residue in an instant.

The gray wolf that Horus manifested was also repelled by the flames.

In the darkness, there were shrill howls and screams.

The flames rose and swept everything.

The gray wolf could only retreat into the depths of darkness.

In the shadows deeper in the forest behind him, other eyes flashed.

The gazes of those eyes were vicious and cold.

"I renounce you." The Emperor looked at the boundless darkness and said.

In this dreamlike and illusory place, the Emperor's voice was like thunder, more real than any existence.

The thick and rolling darkness was repelled by his voice and soon thickened again.

"Father, you don't want to talk to me? You don't even want to tell me those false lies anymore?" The wolf growled, and the fangs in his mouth were exposed, reflecting the firelight.

But the emperor still didn't look at him, his eyes never left the darkness.

"Is it so unbearable? Driving ignorance, like a puppetA child like you. Why not tell him? Why do you need him? "

"You need him because there is nothing real about you, no blade is not false, no power is not a lie. If not, your power will be false and useless."

The Emperor's voice rolled, like thunder that made the darkness and the wolf retreat.

But deeper in the room, laughter echoed, like the laughter of countless men and women.

Along with the laughter, the tide of darkness surged up, covering everything.

The flames gradually dimmed, and the Emperor's body curled up.

The materialized scene became flickering.

The great pain made the Emperor look like a twisted soulless corpse on a throne.

His finger bones clenched the arm of the chair in pain, as if he had received a huge impact.

The image became blurred and finally disappeared completely, as if swallowed by darkness.

And the laughter became more and more wild.

On the golden throne.

The Emperor's pain became more intense, and blood flowed from his closed eyes. The bloodstains left on his face were shocking, and blood foam also flowed from the corners of his mouth.

But he still did not open his eyes.

The war continued.

"My Lord. "Daicre clenched the halberd in his hand, his face also painful.

The battle in the fantasy was so fierce, and the battle in reality was also palpitating.

The captain of the Imperial Fists Legion stationed in the first line of defense, the Grand Marshal of the Templars, Sigismund, stood in the satellite-class fortress brought back by Sanguinius.

This fortress far surpassed the Phalanx of the Imperial Fists, and was forged by the technology of the mysterious man obtained by the loyal primarch.

"If we have more time, we can win." Sigismund thought with some pain in his heart.

The five hundred worlds led by Macragge are operating at full capacity, and a large number of battleships and satellite-class fortresses are being forged.

The longer the time drags on, the greater the advantage for them.

The troops owned by Horus will continue to lag behind them in size and military strength.

"． ˇ Space-time fluctuations are observed. "A prober shouted.

"Come, for glory and death." Adjutant Lann put his fist on his chest, and his projection disappeared in the control room.

"For our oath." Sigismund said.

The images of other commanders disappeared one by one.

In the control room of the satellite-class fortress, he was the only commander left.

"Start the star destroyer cannon to charge." Sigismund reached out and took off the helmet on his belt and fastened it on his head.

As he spoke, a floating window appeared in front of him.

The technology used in this fortress is more powerful than that of the Mechanicus.

If the intelligent system can be used, Horus's rebel army will fail without even seeing the living people.

"Do you want to start the star destroyer?"

The soft electronic female voice echoed, like the voice of a neighbor.The girl is so cute.

It's hard to imagine what the designer was thinking.

Such a terrifying weapon actually uses such a female voice as a prompt.

"Confirm to start."

"Command confirmed, gene scan is starting, identity confirmed, Sigismund, the first captain of the Imperial Fist."

"Soul level scan is starting, identity confirmed, the command character is not under any mental control."

"Thought tomography is being performed, identity confirmed, and the command task is not under any brain control."

"Please enter the authorization code."

Accompanied by a series of prompts.

Sigismund clicked to enter his own authorization code.

Everyone's authorization code is different, generated according to genetic information, and cannot be used by impersonation and (Nomahao).

"The authorization code is correct, the star destroyer starts the energy storage program."

Accompanied by a soft electronic female voice.

The peak of the giant energy reactor of the fortress suddenly soared to the highest.

The giant electromagnetic double track on the satellite-class fortress slowly accumulates energy, arcs flash and crackle.

On the weapon maintenance platform, a group of loyal Mechanicus members chanted the prayer of the God of All Machines to the activated giant electromagnetic double track.

Of course, they didn't know whether this thing would work.

After all, such technology did not come from the God of All Machines they mentioned.

But from a mysterious and diverse terrible empire.

Those mysterious beings mastered the technology that surpassed the God of All Machines.

But now, they didn't have any good way.

Even if they recited the previous prayers, they believed that even if they were created by different gods, the machine souls also needed to be appeased.

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Chaos, roaring in the warp all the time.

An unprecedented fleet is sailing.

The former captain of the first company of the Luna Wolves, Abaddon, was in charge of the command.

The Crimson Apostle of the Word Bearers, Arak, stood aside.

In front of him was a group of captives who were about to be sacrificed.

"The Emperor's power is retreating. We can enter reality and the solar system at any time." Arak whispered.

"Then let's start, let Terra be overturned in blood and fire."

Abaddon said.