Stars for the good Warhammer.

Chapter 310 The True Fourth Disaster (4K)

The dazzling light like the sun dispelled the darkness shrouding the city of Delos, leaving no place for all blasphemous things hiding in the ruins of the town streets. Under the baptism of the golden light, countless demons melted into the air with their howls like snow in spring. But to those pure and loyal survivors, this light was like a mother's gentle caress, containing an obscure and profound emotion.

As time went by, the girl at the center of the light ball was burning herself at a speed visible to the naked eye. The overly powerful force had caused serious damage to her tender body.

Under the gazes of the gradually gathering believers, the girl was like a match that was about to burn out. Her eyes had been singed, leaving only two abyss-like holes. Her originally soft skin was like dried leather, like a severely dehydrated corpse.

Until a certain moment, her body could no longer hold on and began to fall backwards, falling into the arms of the young inquisitor who called herself Mia, who rushed into the light. Under the shining light, the scene was filled with a sense of sacredness like a religious myth. Gradually, some devout believers began to call Mia, who led the girl here, a "saint."

At this moment, some believers in the front row saw that the girl in Mia's arms was staring at the sky with empty eyes, and her dry lips were unable to open or close, as if she was telling her last words.

Not long after, her body could no longer support herself and she turned into a wisp of dust in the arms of the Inquisitor, and finally disappeared without a trace in the breeze. Just as everyone at the scene was still feeling sad about this, the woman named Mia stood up in front of everyone.

Mardo, who was standing at the back of the crowd, noticed that the other person looked somewhat strange, with a slightly confused look as if he was looking for something in the crowd. After adjusting his mood as much as possible, he just saw the other person take a deep breath.

"My brothers and sisters! I have received a message from the Emperor! In the name of the Golden Son, I will prepare for the coming Crusade! This will be a war of redemption, and the Emperor will reveal our true enemy to the great Imperium of Man!"

This passionate speech ignited the crowd gathered at the scene, causing these believers who had just witnessed the "miracle" to fall into a state of frenzy. However, strangely, the moment Mardo heard these words, he only felt a chill on his back.

Because soon after Mia finished speaking, a voice that seemed to come from the distant sky suddenly echoed in Mardo's ears, and the content of the voice was only four short words.

“The end is near.”

After an unknown amount of time, a piece of news that made the military and civilians in Cross City even more excited came: the legendary Primarch Robert Guilliman had now returned to Parmenio.

In the well-preserved parliament hall, the tall Primarch was sitting on the white marble throne. Under the protection of several members of the Honor Guard, he was looking seriously at the guests at the other end of the long table.

"I have to admit that you have indeed made irreplaceable contributions to protecting Parmenio during my absence."

As he finished speaking, Guilliman's eyes swept over Gerard, Michael and others. Whether it was activating the war engine sleeping underground in the planet, which led to a reversal of the front battlefield, or single-handedly expelling a Nurgle demon that was wreaking havoc in the city, these were extraordinary achievements even for a Primarch.

In addition to these allies, there was even an alien figure at the meeting, an Eldar girl who was captured by the Alliance not long ago. She claimed to be a messenger of Evelene and came to Parmenio for a special mission.

The reason why the Primarch gathered these people together, besides expressing his gratitude in person, was another important reason that he wanted to hear what these allies thought of the other hero of the defense of Parmenio, the mysterious girl. After the descriptions of those Astra Militarum commanders, the Primarch now had a basic understanding of the series of events that had previously occurred in the city.

After performing those "miracles" in public one after another, more and more people have firmly believed to this day that the girl is the human incarnation of the Emperor. Under the unremitting propaganda of fanatical inquisitors and some members of the state religion, a religious faction calling itself the Son of Gold, composed of fanatical believers who have witnessed miracles, is developing rapidly with astonishing efficiency. Even these believers have begun to appear in the fleet of the Indomitable Crusade.

"I want to know what you think of that girl and the idea that the Emperor is a god. Please don't hesitate to listen to every thought."

The Primarch's tone sounded so sincere. It was obvious that his recent experiences had given him some new insights into the religious beliefs and the so-called power of gods that he once despised. Upon hearing this, the Eldar woman who had followed Michael and his party to the meeting place spoke first.

"The Emperor of Mankind has become something more powerful. His projection in the warp is no less powerful than even the most powerful ancient gods. He is now a huge threat to the entire galaxy. Even if you morons don't want to admit it, this is an indisputable fact."

Even though he had just been disciplined not long ago, his tone was still filled with arrogance from the depths of his soul. This rude remark naturally caused dissatisfaction among some people at the scene, and a member of the Honor Guard responded in an angry tone.

"Don't talk nonsense here! Alien! I'll break your bones!"

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the Primarch.

"Let her continue."

Although they are enemies of humans, it has to be admitted that these pointy-eared aliens have a more thorough understanding of the Warp than human scholars. After glancing at Guilliman on the throne with a meaningful look, the Eldar woman continued nonchalantly.

"The Warp is a spiritual realm that gathers a large number of emotions. It will change with the emotions of intelligent creatures. Any thought of humans and Eldar will produce a corresponding reaction in the Warp. Over the past tens of thousands of years, your Emperor has been regarded as the object of worship and prayer by hundreds of millions of people. When so many thoughts are focused on the same target, the impact is unimaginable."

"In other words, no matter what the human emperor was like in the past, he has become a more special existence after ten thousand years of continuous support. As the Primarch, you have now become the object of worship for the human race. Perhaps it won't be long before the corresponding changes appear in you."

The Eldar woman's words successfully caused Guilliman to ponder.

"For example, the human girl you mentioned. You should understand that it is difficult for those invisible beings in the subspace to move around in the real galaxy. In order to achieve this goal, some powerful subspace creatures will attach themselves to existing bodies. This is why the girl showed such powerful strength, because at that time she was just an empty shell. Once this power exceeds the body's endurance limit, it will cause the collapse of the soul and body. If you want to maintain this state of possession for a long time to facilitate movement in the real galaxy, then you need to deliberately limit your strength."

When she said this, the Eldar woman smiled meaningfully, and then she shifted her gaze to Michael and his group who were listening attentively on the side.

"This is somewhat similar to the Lord of Ashes who rules the alliance. Am I right?" These words successfully attracted the attention of the two original knights. At the same time, they also aroused the curiosity of the imperial regent. He began to prick up his ears and observe the reactions of the alliance members present without making a sound.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Obviously, Michael and the others did not want to discuss this topic, but the Eldar woman continued to talk to herself like a fool who did not understand the air, as if she was showing off all the information they had.

"As early as the first contact with the Alliance, our prophet had already started a long investigation of you. Now we can be sure that the Alliance Master you mentioned is also just a shell, just like the girl who appeared in the city of Tilos not long ago. His consciousness comes from some unknown power that cannot be defined. He can only move freely in the galaxy by relying on this shell, but doing so will greatly limit the display of his power."

"We don't understand why He did this, but what is certain is that if something unexpected happens to that body, His power will awaken somewhere else. However, no one knows what the outcome will be."

Although Michael did not make any comment on this, the woman's words planted a seed in his heart.

That body limits most of the power?

But why did my father do this?

And then, as if she had guessed the question in Michael's mind, the young elf woman continued speaking slowly.

"Once the shell is destroyed, perhaps it will release an uncontrollable beast."

Seeing that everyone had fallen into silence, the other party immediately gave another reminder.

"By the way, Ms. Evelyne sent me here to deliver a warning."

"According to our observations, the chaos in the Warp has reached an unprecedented level recently. It seems that a storm never stops sweeping across the entire Warp. I think you should have noticed that the harassment from the Chaos forces has significantly weakened recently."

What the pointy-eared alien said was correct. As the current ruler of the Empire, Guilliman had received reports from other battlefields more than once. According to the descriptions from other star regions, a large number of Chaos forces were now withdrawing from their original front lines back into the Warp.

At the same time, the frequency of subspace storm outbreaks has also increased significantly. As a result, the subspace routes, which were already chaotic enough, are now almost unusable.

"According to our speculation, an unprecedented war is currently going on in the warp."

The Eldar woman's words made Guilliman frown.

A war taking place in the warp?
But who could the enemy be?
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On the other hand, as the great demon named Sepsis under Kugath was exiled by Michael, the surprise attack on the city of Delos had been declared a failure. As for the battlefield outside the city, due to the existence of the giant war machine, the Plague Legion led by the Death Guard once again suffered a tragic defeat on the front battlefield.

However, Mortarion did not care about the loss of this battle at this time. Not long ago, the assigned demon host handed two drops of precious blood to the Lord of Plague. The other party claimed that the two drops of blood came from a loyal Primarch, and the two drops of blood were enough to make two dangerous virus samples.

At first Mortarion was skeptical, because Guilliman had just returned to Parmenio on the Macragge's Glory not long ago, and had led the expedition fleet to temporarily repel the siege of the Death Fleet not long ago, and the blood was sent back even earlier.

But to his surprise, after identification by the Death Guard pharmacist, this drop of blood did contain the genes of a certain Primarch. This situation naturally confused Mortarion greatly.

Could it be that in addition to Robert Guilliman, there are other loyal Primarchs awakened in the galaxy?
In response to this, the demon host of Tzeentch remained silent throughout the whole process, and it was obvious that the other party was unwilling to reveal more information to the forces of Nurgle.

However, at this point, the source of the blood is no longer important, because with the preparation of Ku'gath's Crucible and the stirring of countless Nurgle demons, a new virus [Divine Plague] was successfully prepared in just half a day amid the demon's grin.

This is a dangerous poison that can erase the concept of God at its root. It is deadly enough for most beings with the characteristics of the Warp. After Ku'gath's warning, Mortarion couldn't wait to take one of the bottles of poison containing the [God's Plague] with him, and gave the other bottle to the demon host of Tzeentch as a reward for blood.

Watching the demon host leave, Kugath, who was standing beside the crucible and continuing to stir the plague soup, expressed his thoughts with some concern.

"If Father knew we had made a deal with those Tzeentchians, he would be very unhappy."

In the face of the demons' concerns, Mortarion, the Lord of the Death Guard, disagreed.

"So we must achieve enough merits to satisfy our father before things get bad, such as using the divine plague to lure my foolish brother into the arms of my loving father. The rest is to see how powerful it can be."

Looking at the syringe containing the [Divine Plague] in his hand, a vicious plan began to brew in his mind.

(End of this chapter)