Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

The ominous premonition gave a crazy warning. Magnus' psychic explosion did not come, but Chaos accurately projected his power at an extremely awkward distance.

If the Emperor's power goes there, it will be dispersed as a whole; if it doesn't go there, his own units will be suppressed.

The Khorne army deployed in formation with great fanfare, preparing for the assault formation.

Nurgle demons rush to the front to resist damage and use their characteristics to transform the environment to make it more suitable for demon survival.

Slaanesh Daemons are fast and repeatedly carry supplies to designated locations.

The Tzeentch demons plan the overall situation and construct long-range positions.

The demon army was divided into orderly groups, acting as one, without any signs of impulsiveness.

The army is well-equipped and well-organized.

Universal equipment that can adapt to all subspace creatures was unveiled, and the Emperor understood who was involved.

Across the Mechanicus headquarters on Mars, the Emperor summoned and instructed the Mechanicus Forge Worlds loyal to him within the nearby 8,000 light years to lead their troops into the Throne System.

The worlds from eight thousand light years away to fifty thousand light years away, covering almost the entire solar star region, are preparing for a grand and high-level academic exchange conference.

In the name of communication, they carry out intimidation and show-off operations, implicitly expressing the desire to unite and fight against the tyranny of Mars, and implying that knowledge can be shared after cooperation.

I have to say that Mars still has a very good reputation.

Although there are many conflicts between these worlds, when it comes to fighting Mars.

Hahaha

We are all brothers, and the previous things are just minor conflicts. Mars said it would send an envoy back, so we can have a good talk and get a pass to enter the Throne System...

The phrase “religion is unreliable” has once again proved its worth.

The Great Sage is a person in power who combines military, political, religious and scientific research, not a pure military strategist or politician.

The desire for academic attacks overwhelmed political rationality. "On a rainy night, bring a knife instead of an umbrella; in a meeting, bring a gun instead of a pen." The wise men's understanding of this sentence is very inadequate.

At the opening ceremony, STC fragments were presented as gifts, granting partial access to the local knowledge base.

The invited sages only felt that the other party was full of sincerity. They thought that the oppression on Mars was too much and they could no longer bear it. Even the few emotional modules produced feedback called "guilt" and common hatred of the enemy.

The incident happened suddenly, the control protocol was activated according to the established procedure, and the invited sage lost control of his body.

The mandatory order is transmitted to the world where the sage is located through the sage, power is transferred, and the worlds are merged.

The Mechanicus, who had long since submitted to the Emperor, were even more in awe of the Lord of the Empire and felt the Imperial Palace was terrifying. They believed that the Emperor was the Omnimessiah, the walking incarnation of the God of All Machines, and the manifestation of the primordial power.

The Space Wolves received orders from the Emperor to bring the Thousand Words and Magnus back to Terra.

A psychic storm formed around Prospero, and the Emperor was powerless to force a breakthrough without blasting the Legionaries into Astartes fragments.

Rogal Dorn was authorized to take over the defense of the Solar Sector and summon the legion to quell the rebellion.

. . .

As orders were issued one after another, the Emperor felt fatigue from the depths of his soul.

Makado came over.

"The First Legion, the Ninth Legion went to the Eastern Sector. You do not trust Guilliman."

The Emperor was stunned for a moment, then said:

“Yes, it’s not that he rejects psychic powers.

Thirteen is too political, and too human, for that to be a good thing."

"Does this mean that humans will lower their vigilance against the Primarchs?"

Malcador felt that the situation was not so bad. At least Guilliman would not get angry easily, and he had weaknesses, so he was easy to control.

“Using political means to solve problems and liking politics are two different things.

The latter will compromise involuntarily out of respect for the rules.

This world was isolated not to watch us play Galaxy Hunter or survive in the wilderness.

For the Dragon Emperor, after completing the theoretical construction, he will conduct experiments on the birth of new gods without any external interference.

For humans, it is an opportunity for the entire race to escape interference from the gods and ascend collectively. It is also a testing area before the overall ascension.

We don't have a partnership. When our temporary common goal ends, everything will return to the way it was.

But other forces don't think so. They will do whatever they want because they have no hope at all.

In a war of survival, with natural conflicts among ethnic groups with no basis or reason for cooperation, how can there be soil for political discussion?

Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal.

It sounds a bit childish, but isn't everything like that?

I think he wants to die by bringing economics into the war!"

By the time he got to the end, the Emperor was already angry, and Malcador remained silent.

Without a reasonable algorithm and relying solely on numerical calculations, accidents are bound to happen.

From a political perspective alone, Cixi was a very capable politician.

The results of it?

There are choices, and no one likes to take drastic measures.

The Five Hundred Worlds are quite important, comparable to the spleen in the human body.

The spleen's unsteady stance is really annoying.

No one wants their organs to think twice about whether to save them when they need help.

After calming down, the Emperor thought for a moment and said:

"Let No. 13 play first. He will understand after he suffers a loss.

People cannot teach people. "

Malcador moved his fingers, but still spoke: "I do not agree with the rebellion plan. You know, a plan that takes too long will turn into a complete disaster amid endless variables."

“I know, but this is a necessary sacrifice, we cannot hold on to such a huge benefit.

In my past experience, I have seen too many greedy guys...including myself.

When you see something good, you want it. When you come across something precious, you have to get it. You want everything and won’t let go of anything.

Like a monkey, he doesn't know how to let go, and he doesn't know what he needs.

That does not work.

We always laugh at the rich for choosing the expensive ones instead of the right ones.

But what is the difference between us and the local tyrants?

You have also seen those time travelers whose only thought is rebellion.

They don't know why they are rebelling, they are just rebelling against authority just for the sake of opposing authority.

They have no thoughts of their own, no purpose of rebellion, and they don’t know what kind of order to build after overthrowing the existing order.

It’s been 20,000 years, my friend. Ever since humans entered the interstellar age, they have been fighting with various races for 10,000 to 20,000 years.

There can’t be no progress at all, right? "

It took Macador a while to understand what the Emperor meant.

"You want to clean up the wavering factions within humanity and give them the power to choose freely, but only this time."

The Emperor's strategy is still acceptable, and its core goal is racial advancement.

Then whether it is mortals, Astartes, Primarchs or even the Emperor, they can all be sacrificed.

It's not a bad thing to get rid of a group of fence-sitters.

There was a knock on the door out of nowhere. The emperor looked around and heard a faint voice in the void that could not be heard by anyone else.

“I, your uncle, sent it to you, and there is a gift inside.

It will come in due time.”

The voice was mechanical and cold, yet extremely familiar. The emperor was stunned for a long time before he reacted.

"It's broken, the plan is derailed!"

The thought was like a switch. The order to order Dorn to retreat with the assembled legions was too late to be issued because the request for assistance from the Webway, which was attacked by numerous demons, came first.

After hastily assigning the task to Malcador, the Emperor rushed to the Webway battlefield.

Makado organized his words, and something unexpected happened again.

A large number of agents disappeared, the intelligence network suffered targeted attacks, and one-third of the Alpha Legion's agents defected!

It is reported that a large number of assassins have begun sabotage work, the black ship escorting psychics has been attacked, and the Star Torch is running low on firewood.

This was the secret line of defense of the Empire that the Emperor and Malcador had taken precautions against. To face an attack of this magnitude, it was clear that the Four Gods had already used all their strength.

The Imperial Chancellor, Malcador, was forced to work to patch up the gaps.