Hyperion, but in Warhammer 40K

"That's a shame. Let's get ready. Are you interested in signing a long-term trade agreement with me? I'll meet you at the hotel tomorrow."

"Can……"

Zhou Ye said this nonchalantly, then turned and left. As for that family, all members were killed under the firepower of the Terminator Squad and the Centurions. At this time, there was no living thing in the entire palace.

As for the Terminator teams, they simply cleaned up the scene and left via teleportation, returning to Hyperion to wait for orders. They also went to restock their ammunition. No one in this family could resist them.

Of course, there were no survivors in the entire family at this time. All the core members of their family, regardless of gender, age or status, were killed. This was not because Zhou Ye was cruel. He was not qualified to decide the life and death of thousands of people, but he was also not qualified to expose tens of billions of people to corruption.

……

The next day, patrolling guards were somewhat surprised to discover that the Altra family's palace, usually brightly lit, was now extremely quiet, even dead silent. After struggling to open the gate, the guards were horrified to discover something.

The entire magnificent hall was riddled with bullet holes, clearly the remains of Space Marine weapons. The entire population of Altra had been reduced to charred charcoal, and the ground itself was covered in traces of intense heat.

The blood of these creatures usually has the ability to corrupt, so after killing them, they also switched to flamethrowers to burn the entire family and the corpses. Now this place has become an empty hell.

This made the Governor of the Star Region feel extremely terrified. He wanted to contact the local Inquisitor, but unfortunately, the Inquisitor had disappeared. But at this moment, a black ship passed through Mandeville Point and arrived here, but...

"What's going on? It seems Space Marines have massacred a local family. The interior of the palace has been burned extensively. I'd like to request an Inquisition investigation."

Chris, who had just left the warp, was also confused when he looked at the message he received. Then he did not dare to delay and immediately went to find the planetary governor. He brought a few sword guard veterans from the Ultramarines and rushed to the destination at this time.

Soon after seeing the bullet holes all over the palace, everyone couldn't help but gasp, because they found that the traces of damage were all from the Terminator.

One, or even several, Terminator squads were slaughtering people here. He didn't dare to neglect his actions and quickly continued his investigation. His expression grew increasingly grim, as the entire palace was riddled with traces of Slaanesh. Although they had completely cleansed the corruption, the symbols of Slaanesh remained, leaving him with a frown.

So soon...

Chris summoned the governors and nobles and sent a signal to the outside world. The entire Gwent hive will face a great purge, which will last for decades.

However, the atmosphere in Slaanesh's palace was a bit weird at this time.

Having been inexplicably smitten with Khorne, Slaanesh was completely bewildered. The same was true of Fulgrim; the two of them were now desperate to find the source of that gaze.

"I can sense a family with your blood bond heading here."

Looking at Fulgrim in front of him, Slaanesh spoke slowly.

71

Chapter 71 Slaanesh: I want it, I want it so much.

In Slaanesh's palace, the atmosphere became very strange.

The palace, which should have been a place of endless indulgence, seemed deserted today. Slaanesh had no interest in paying attention to his followers, not even allowing him to look at his most beloved dancer.

Slaanesh was born from the extreme emotions of the Eldar, and he is extremely sensitive to emotions and souls.

The last soul that had given him this kind of desire was Fulgrim's, but just now Slaanesh had seen the most colorful soul he had ever seen. And more importantly than that, he saw another possibility in that soul.

You have to know that Slaanesh seeks excitement, but Slaanesh is not complete. Strictly speaking, he is a premature baby, incomplete or incomplete.

Although the other three gods are not complete either, they are much more complete than him.

Tzeentch loves change, Khorne loves killing, and Nurgle loves eternal life.

Their paths are broad in a way, for the Blood God cares not where the skulls come from. Tzeentch cares not the size of his schemes, and Nurgle cares not the form of life.

But Slaanesh must pursue excitement, layer after layer. Only higher excitement can make him feel pleasure. Otherwise, there is emptiness, endless emptiness.

Although he felt a rare joy after initially acquiring Fulgrim, one of the strongest Primarchs, he had become a little tired of this joy after ten thousand years.

His followers all need more and more intense stimulation, so what about Slaanesh, the origin of everything?

What kind of stimulation is needed to make him feel happy? He knows in his heart that when he feels the last happiness one day, what will be waiting for him?

The Laughing God said that one day the God of Death would burst out of his belly.

If the Emperor were to rise again, all of humanity would be destroyed. He would lead all his followers into the Warp, transforming them into demons. However, only a handful of humans would survive, and Holy Terra would become a new Eye of Terror.

If the God-Emperor had never worried about himself, then Slaanesh would truly die.

But from that soul, he saw another possibility, a path completely different from his own path of Slaanesh. This path was so beautiful, so perfect...

It was a special kind of 'perfection', no one could know why he laughed. No one could predict why he laughed. Joy was the privilege of intelligent life, that hearty, outburst of laughter...

The sight dazzled Slaanesh, he could feel it. A perfect path appeared before him, and he wanted to seize it, no matter what. Compared to that, all his pleasures now seemed like garbage.

Slaanesh wanted it so badly, his desire reignited. His longing, his unfulfilled desire, plunged the entire chambers of Slaanesh into chaos. The grotesque daemons he had created tried their best to win Slaanesh's smile once again.

But unfortunately, the things that used to make him feel physically and mentally happy are now completely useless.

The wailing sounds echoed in the bedroom.

When joy is gone, all the demons of the Slaanesh series feel a deep emptiness in their hearts.

Can't ask for it.

This was something only Slaanesh could feel, and he didn't know how long this feeling would last, but he felt like he had a purpose again, and he was going to get it.

"..."

However, there was one person with a twisted look on his face at this moment. Fulgrim, the darling of Slaanesh, clenched his fists at this moment. He could feel that Slaanesh's love for him was completely fading.

Now possessed by a being unknown to him, Fulgrim had passed ten thousand years. Countless more ferocious features appeared on his old, twisted face.

But at this moment...

"I can sense a family with your blood bond heading here."

"Yes, my master."

But it must be said that even after joining the evil god, these primarchs were treated differently. Obviously, Mortarion was treated the best, and as for Angron...

This guy Khorne really didn't like him, and was forced to give him by Lorgar. This is also one of the few things Lorgar did for people, he screwed Khorne's big bottom line.

After all, Khorne had his eye on Sanguinius, then Rogal Dorn, and if that didn't work out, Guilliman would probably be a good option. But since it was Angron, he had no choice but to go with it.

But in front of Slaanesh, Fulgrim's status was obviously not as high as Mortarion's.

"Go and capture that man."

"But Master, your current condition is not enough for me to descend into the material universe. Not to mention now, even if the ritual is complete, I cannot appear."

Fulgrim also showed an embarrassment at this time. To be honest, although the ceremony was of high quality, he did not have enough souls. Although 66,666 people were not a small number, their quality was also very high.

But the number is too small. If he wants to come, at least 666,666,666,666 people are needed.

However, this was nearly impossible. Most of the time, large-scale sacrifices didn't occur. This wasn't due to the wisdom of the planetary governors, but simply because the other three were watching. This, coupled with the courageous and fearless thieves, made large-scale sacrifices difficult, resulting in a dynamic equilibrium.

And it’s not without reason that Slaanesh is called the weakest faction, she really has no plans for the future.

Nurgle has the Scourge, Khorne has the Blood Crusade, Tzeentch has the Webway War... but what about Slaanesh?

Mortarion was able to descend into the real world because Nurgle had prepared many things for the Scourge. That's why he was able to appear, but Slaanesh hadn't prepared anything like that. They were all obsessed with pleasure. What was the future? What was the future?

Just look at the performance of those fallen Emperor's children during the Siege of Terra, and you will know the quality of these things.

So don't have any expectations for them, and naturally there will be no specific plans for the future.

"There happens to be a huge, drifting space hulk in the Warp. I will use your blood as a coordinate. I will throw it into the real world, and then you can find one of your offspring to serve as a temporary carrier."

Glancing at Fulgrim, Slaanesh slowly said, "When the space hulk appears, it will generate a tremendous amount of warp energy, allowing Fulgrim to descend briefly."

"Yes……"

Upon hearing this, a hint of excitement appeared on Fulgrim's face, and he licked his lips at this time.

Although a general's body cannot exert all of his strength, it is enough to show his power.

After all, apart from the Primarch, even the Grand Marshal of the Custodes might not be a match for him in his current state. When the time comes, no matter who Slaanesh values, he will make them see what cruelty is!!!

……

"Have you found any news? Is there any information about that chapter?"

At that moment in the Gwent Hive, Chris was also frowning as he looked at the report before him. The warband's end was not very clean, but he knew that this was intentional information left for him to follow up on the investigation.

After all, a Space Marine Chapter, armed with a swarm of Terminators, had annihilated the entire family of a sector-level noble. This would have had a significant political impact, and the remaining information was meant to tell him what had happened.

The Slaanesh Cult nearly completed a small sacrifice in the Upper Hive, but he had no particular interest in the subsequent clearing of the hive. He knew that the local Inquisitor had also failed, so the new Inquisitor of the Order of the Holy Hammer would also arrive at this time.

What he cares about more now is another thing, that is, Estia's record.

What appeared in front of him and the sword guard veteran of the Ultramarines was a video of an Astartes helmet, followed by a group of people standing there with serious expressions.

This time, you don’t have to risk entering the subspace to make predictions, you can just look at the picture directly.

Then a group of people murmured in silence, because...

“That’s the elder!!!”

Although not wearing the Ultramarines' livery, Metalos recognized his own Contemptor Dreadnoughts at a glance. Of course, not only his own Dreadnoughts, but also... Imperial Fists, Blood Angels, Space Wolves...

At that moment, even Metalos couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. This battle group was a bit complicated, and a lot of footage had been cut. It was obvious that this battle group was very complicated, and some of it was even inconvenient for people to know.

But that wasn't the main reason. The main reason was that the Ultramarines had applied for this to be their Successor Chapter. He could sense that if the other Chapters knew about this, Macragge would probably be in turmoil.

Other things are fine, that ten thousand year old Imperial Fist old fearless...

He was sure that the Imperial Fist would go crazy if they knew about this. After all, these descendants of Dorne were facing huge troubles.

But soon several people stood up and looked at the scene in front of them with extremely shocked eyes.

Because Mortarion had appeared, they had already despaired at the sight of this. Even a chapter of ten-thousand-year-old veterans was no match for the Fallen Daemon Primarch. Moreover, if we only considered strength, Mortarion and Fulgrim were definitely the strongest of the four Fallen Primarchs.

The main reason was that both of them possessed a complete Warp essence. As for the others, Magnus was a fragment, and as for Angron... he could hardly be called a Primarch now. Although he was still the strongest killing machine, he had degenerated into a beast.

So after seeing Mortarion, Metalos covered his eyes in despair. The outcome of this battle was obvious; they would all be slaughtered. Finally, he desperately released the Extermination Order to stop Mortarion.

but……

"Emperor, you finally remember us..."

The next moment, almost everyone watching the video was overcome with emotion. Even Metalos, the Ultramarines, had tears in his eyes, because...

The black armor and golden sword descended like a god, a dazzling flame engulfing the massive demon. The powerful demon primarch was pinned to the ground by that man. At that moment, only two words crossed their minds...

Primarch! ! !

Everyone knew that with the opening of the Great Rift, the entire Imperium had entered its darkest hour. But in reality, that was only the final darkness before dawn. Guilliman's return finally brought a glimmer of hope to the despairing Imperium, but now it was the end of the 41st Millennium.

These 41 millennia were actually the empire's darkest hour, as the entire empire was torn apart. No one was able to lead the entire empire and make this rotten empire function.

Furthermore, during these forty-one millennia, because no Great Rift had opened, the demonic influence on star regions other than the Nebulous Sector was limited, and the Tyranids had yet to launch a large-scale invasion. As for the other xenos, they had all been suppressed by humanity. Therefore, this millennium can be described as a year of endless internal conflict and strife.

Now they were all tired, and everyone felt a sense of despair. Except for a very few high lords, everyone else in the human empire desperately hoped that a Primarch would stand up.

To lead the entire empire to clean up the chaos, there must be someone who can take the lead.

but……

Not one, really no one.

But now they finally saw a glimmer of hope. This Primarch held an artifact very similar to the Emperor's and controlled the Emperor's flames to burn the demons of Nurgle. It didn't matter which Primarch he was.

After all, look at his command, there are so many old dreadnoughts, especially the Imperial Fists' dreadnought, who can even directly activate the Final Wall Protocol left by Dorne.

As long as he is willing, he will become the true Lord of Terra from the moment he returns to Terra.

The Custodes would never stand in the way of a Primarch who could wield such power, so...

"Go to the Space Wolves immediately. I want to get the specific footage."

At this moment, Chris also took a deep breath. Now it seemed that they needed to find the Space Wolves. Find the complete video, but...

"Reporting that there is another severe storm in the Warp. It is temporarily impossible to enter the Warp for navigation. It seems that something is about to appear."

At this moment, his navigator rushed in and said with a slightly frightened expression. Hearing this, several people were stunned for a moment.

Meanwhile, in a palace in Upper Nest...

"This treaty of yours is no different from robbery. Dream on."

Looking at the parchment in his hand, Zhou Ye casually threw it into the trash can beside him.

72

Chapter 72 All the wise men have arrived.

In the luxurious palace, Zhou Ye took a quick glance at the parchment and threw it into the trash can.

It can be said that this world is worthy of being constructed based on the writing style of the Ansar people. The people here are also quite abstract.