Chapter 310： Ragnarok (seeking subscription)

Chapter 310 Ragnarok (for subscription)

The corridor responsible for transporting the alien prisoners was first attacked by mobs.

The mechanical priest who sneaked in shot the guards.

With the powerful power of the radiation gun, a beam of light penetrated instantly, roasting those unsuspecting guards.

The scene was once very chaotic.

Even the guards never imagined that someone would start a riot on Mars, a heavily guarded planet.

With the empire's conquests over the years, there is also the advancement of technology.

Many people have an illusion of good times.

think that the war is too far away and has nothing to do with them.

There are signs of laxity in many places.

Omega becomes the messenger of death in the dark night, slaughtering those guards who don't respond in time.

He walked silently in the darkness, and before the guards could scream in terror, he had harvested their lives.

The alpha fighters who infiltrated into Mars no longer disguised themselves at this moment, showing their true appearance, and cooperated with the rebellious mechanical priests to attack the guards of the prison.

With the help of some insiders, the Alphas successfully sneaked into Mars and got the weapons.

Alpha's ability to infiltrate is not insignificant. Terra and Mars are such important empire hearts, and they can find opportunities to infiltrate.

If the Heart of the Empire wasn't too buggy, Alpha Warriors might turn into Primaris Warriors.

Omega tried to implant the Alpha Warrior into the Heart of the Empire.

Those attempts ended in failure.

An alpha fighter implanted in the heart of the empire will unconditionally swear allegiance to the empire.

The mentality of loathing the empire and humans will be changed in a very short period of time.

The attempt to implant the heart of the empire led to some alpha fighters directly defecting to the empire.

Surrendered to the Imperial Inquisitor, betraying their former partner without hesitation.

Caused several mass casualties.

It also caused the Alphas' infiltration work to suffer from Waterloo.

Facing consecutive failures, Omega could only give up the practice of implanting the heart of the empire and infiltrating into the ranks of original warriors.

Choose other more secure ways to infiltrate the empire.

After this period of time and Karbo's efforts, Omega weaves a web of complex relationships, secrets, lies, and bought loyalty on Mars.

And he is like a spider in the center of the web, sensing the movement of the empire through the touch of the empire on every thread.

This big net will also catch those who are not determined enough, become stronger and cover a wider range.

Omega dare not underestimate Guilliman's strength and wisdom.

There are no plans to deal with Guilliman either.

Going to find trouble with Guilliman will only be worth the candle.

It is also possible to fold yourself in.

What he is doing now is to shake the foundation of this empire.

Not everyone who followed Guilliman was that powerful.

This kind of strength is not only the strength of combat power, but also the soul, persistence in faith and so on.

The best way is to start with those short-sighted mortals.

Guilliman aspires to a fair and just social system.

Such belief is lofty and full of brilliance.

Those who followed him were far less noble.

Faced with the temptation of money and power, they often make small compromises to their beliefs.

It was these compromises that allowed him and Carbo to form a team that could attack the prison.

The weapons they use are the same as those used by the Imperial Army, if not superior.

After all, the planet he is on is Mars, which is the core of the empire's industry and technology.

Various new technologies will be sent to other casting planets after they are verified and practiced here.

With the help of those with ambition and desire, Omega acquired weapons powerful enough to kill Primaris warriors.

Even the prison map and information about the prison where the Nether Dragon was imprisoned was obtained by him.

How many guards are there, what are the contingency plans, etc.

Omega knows everything.

Several simulations were carried out in advance, trying to solve everything before other departments of the empire discovered the anomaly.

The soldiers in charge of guarding fell one after another.

They were knocked down before they could resist.

The peaceful and comfortable life has worn down the will and skill of these ordinary guards.

In the past, what they had to deal with were only those aliens who were shackled and unarmed.

Just drive them into the Nether Dragon's food plate and the job will be done.

Now they are facing a group of fanatical believers and Chaos Warriors.

Before they had time to react, most of the guards were killed and injured, and the rest had no courage, and retreated to the positions of other friendly troops in embarrassment.

Omega, Karbo interfered with the communication, and rushed to the depths of the prison.

Several fanatical mechanical priests control the huge biped walker, and the high-speed rotating molecular chainsaw sword is covered with blood and fresh minced meat.

Behind them, the corpses of the imperial guards were broken and broken.

Faced with such horrible crimes of betraying their compatriots and race, there was no remorse on their faces, only fanaticism and excitement.

"For us not to be fooled, for our faith, we can only be brave and kill the enemy." A priest shouted frantically, and his voice echoed in the corridor through a loudspeaker.

His companions followed suit.

They are moving towards the truth.

The creation of the Mechanicum was a shameful fraud.

A sleazy crook has twisted the fate of an entire planet with outrageous deceit to further his insidious agenda.

Such a scam is shocking and has changed the fate of countless people.

Now is the time to be revealed.

This empire is built on deceit.

These great pioneers will let this twisted, disgusting thing burn.

The great Mars will be freed from the control of Terra and the hypocritical Master of Humanity.

They will be truly free.

The actions of the thugs also gave the captured aliens a chance.

They rushed past the understaffed guards, snatched their weapons, and tried to escape.

There was chaos, and the sound of fighting was everywhere.

The smell of blood is mixed with the smell of engine oil and the ozone smell of mechanical friction.

Dalia stood on a high platform, and the suspended servo skull played a turbulent picture to her.

She watched the madness of the thugs, the death of those innocent guards.

Several primordial warriors stood beside her, holding weapons, silent like ancient sculptures.

The sound of fighting did not affect them.

"Are we going to take action??" A guard next to him said: "The enemy has approached the core area and will be here soon."

Dalia shook her head.

"Some things need blood to be remembered. As the core of the empire, Mars was organized to launch a riot. What's even more funny is that the other party is still holding our weapons. Imagine that the screening process of the empire has appeared What a mistake."

"The comfortable life has caused many people to forget the real situation of human beings. Death can remind them that this world has never been safe."

Dalia found that he was slowly beginning to have the cold cruelty of the former emperor who ignored human life.

It was as if those screaming soldiers were not living beings, but chess pieces.

Her first thought was not their life or death, but what impact would their death have? What can I do? What can be achieved?

At this moment, Dalia suddenly understood the coldness and ruthlessness of the Emperor.

When you focus on the rise and fall of the entire race, the entire civilization, the life and death of an individual has no meaning for it.

The moral terms of benevolence, goodness, and kindness that ordinary people think of are not applicable to rulers.

A qualified ruler should be like a cold machine, ignoring the individual and focusing on the overall situation.

Dalia looked towards the dome, and she smiled.

The emperor of the empire, who controls the firewall and has multiple intelligence channels such as the men in black, the court of justice, and the court of assassins, cannot be unaware of this riot.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to push human civilization to this height.

Underestimating a man who dared to declare war on the gods can no longer be described as arrogance, but can only be described as reckless.

Up to now, none of the violent institutions of the empire have come to stop this atrocity.

The only explanation is that he is condoning this riot.

Use the blood this time to warn the world that the danger has never left, and the darkness has not been eliminated. The enemy is lurking, like a poisonous snake in the grass. Once they have a chance, they will show their fangs and poison everything again.

Politics is such a disgusting thing.

Human nature is like the boulder pushed by Sisyphus to the top of the mountain. If it relaxes a little, it will slide into the abyss.

It takes constant whipping to make people sober. Survival is not a power bestowed by God, but a spoil of war for the entire race.

Occam could feel the vibration of the bomb hitting the armor shield. The burning flame distorted the air and blurred his vision.

The alpha warriors next to him were all wearing emerald green power armor.

The shoulder armor is inlaid with bronze gold rims, and in the middle is the terrifying three-headed Hydra logo.

Such a mark will never pass the review.

The Empire is extremely wary of any iconic emblems and designs of traitors.

Allowing alpha fighters to wear such armor into a heavily guarded prison, there are already major problems with Mars' censorship system.

Occam's tall form was dyed blue by the light of the plasma ion explosion.

The visual sensor on the helmet showed a flame-like bright red.

A Primaris warrior jumped out of the smoke.

He is even larger in size, holding a huge battle ax in his hand.

The momentum is heavy, and it has the potential to split Huashan.

A bright blue-white plasma light shone in the air, and it only took a moment to turn the original warrior into fly ash.

The latest weapon from the Mars factory is so powerful that Occam was surprised.

Replacing them to fight against the Forged Warriors would only cause unnecessary casualties.

Primaris warriors far surpassed Space Marines in their reaction speed and strength.

The gap between the two is as big as the gap between a space warrior and a mortal.

Even with the blessings of the four gods, it is difficult to fight against.

If it weren't for these powerful weapons, the alpha fighters would not even be able to break through the first line of defense.

The traitors were unstoppable and charged all the way.

The machine servants with broken backs, the technicians and guards who were cut to pieces, fell in disorder in the corridor.

Aliens are also howling, attacking the guards of the empire.

They are all different and from different races.

The only thing in common is that they all share the cruelty and cunning of human beings.

When they realized that there was a slight chance of escape, they made a decision without hesitation.

Many races in the galaxy have habitually used the power of the warp, using the waves of the warp as a vital part of their race.

Some of them are imbued with the power of the highest heavens and possess spiritual talents. Individuals who are born with supernatural nerves can feel the darkness and terror of this place.

Humans use them to feed certain horrible monsters.

Those damned apes have done the same thing as those warp demons.

A series of psychic impacts knocked the guards of the empire into the air, distorting their shapes into twists.

Before reaching the first gate, Occam selected three servo skulls hanging on his waist like grenades.

Their serpentine surface is plated with metal, and the suspension device is a small anti-gravity thruster.

Like a child winding up a toy, the servo-skull's built-in combat commands were activated.

"The technological creation of the empire is really convenient." Occam said in a mocking tone: "The lethality is huge, whether it is against the enemy or the friendly army, it is so ruthless."

"Let's give them a little color and let them recall the fear we once dominated." Another alpha warrior said in a low tone: "They thought they had wiped us out, now it's time to tell them , cut off one head of Hydra, two heads will grow, and we will never be wiped out."

Two high-energy explosives were glued to the alloy gate.

Didi Didi's rapid reminder sounded, and after a few seconds of countdown, a booming explosion sounded.

The heavy metal alloy gate was blasted open, and billowing thick smoke enveloped everyone.

Guards in armor and uniform rallied and pulled the trigger.

A series of bursting beams shot through the smoke, intending to stop intruders.

Amidst the hiss of submolecular conversion, a plasma ball of the sun as hot as a scorching sun passed through the smoke, leaving traces of hydrogen ignition along the way, shining with a brilliance that cannot be seen directly, and vaporized all the guards along the way , erasing their existence.

The people standing next to them also made horrified sounds. Their armor issued a high-temperature alarm, which ignited their uniforms and melted the mechanical armor made of high-temperature resistant alloy.

There were piercing screams, and the whole scene looked like a **** with blue flames rising.

After all the guards were dealt with, a figure jumped down from the ceiling.

Omega joins them.

He was holding a head in his hand, the incision was smooth, and it was obviously a one-hit kill from behind.

Blood dripped from the head, the face with the helmet stripped off was exposed to the air, and the anger was carved on the face of the dead, even if he didn't breathe, it never subsided a little.

"Where's Karbo?" Omega threw his head away casually, and asked Occam.

"They chose another path, and it is estimated that it will take another 120 seconds." Occam glanced at his panel and replied.

"Going in from here is the goal of our trip." Omega pointed to an alloy gate deep in the hall, "The foundation of the empire's establishment will collapse with the opening of the gate, and an unprecedented deception will be revealed. Terra A war with Mars will be unprecedented, not even the Horus Heresy."

The roar of the bipedal walking machine sounded, and the mechanical team led by Karbo came from another passage.

Using his advantage of mixing with Mechanicus, Karbo got a lot of good things.

The biped walking machine and the atonement mecha are all the latest models, with great power.

Even Primaris warriors who were hailed as demigods would be torn apart by that terrifying firepower.

"Guilliman really did a good thing, using those new technologies to create so many new equipment." Karbo said a rare good word. "Unfortunately, these behaviors will only push him to death and make the human internal organs even more terrifying. These technologies from the Nether Dragon will become a sharp weapon for humans to kill their own kind."

Omega was expressionless, he knew what was about to happen.

The emergence of the Nether Dragon will definitely lead to turmoil in the empire.

Guilliman's imperial power will be shaken by the lies left by the Emperor.

An unimaginable bloodbath will break out.

Countless humans will die in this coming storm.

"It's worth it." Omega thought silently, the possibility of humans defeating Chaos is zero.

Embracing chaos, and even becoming a member of it is the best way to continue the race.

The gods need the support of the mortal beings, and the extinction of human beings is of no benefit to them.

Don’t look at the fact that the minions of the four gods have caused so much damage to the human world every time they invaded the human world, with blood flowing like rivers and corpses piling up like mountains.

As long as they really control the galaxy, they will be much gentler.

Like those races who have always regarded chaos as an indispensable factor for the development of civilization.

Instead, they formed a symbiotic relationship with Chaos and continued their own civilization.

On the contrary, it is human beings who are extremely resistant to chaos that lead to so many invasions and large-scale casualties.

You can't beat it, so why not just change your posture and enjoy it.

Alpharius once planned to make the emperor a god, and make the subspace a battlefield where the gods restrain and confront each other.

Humanity maintains a delicate balance in these confrontations, and thus has been able to continue.

Even if the empire is torn apart, the human race can survive forever.

Who knew that the emperor was so decisive and valued Guilliman. In order to pave the way for Guilliman, he tried his best to gather countless heroic spirits and severely injured the four gods.

It doesn't matter now, the Emperor is gone, and Guilliman can make up the numbers by then.

Human beings need a god, and it doesn't matter who this **** is.

Omega is not a believer in those so-called gods, he is loyal to Chaos itself.

Continuous chaos and struggle should be the norm in this world.

Desperation and pain in reincarnation should be the fate of all living beings.

Tara and Mars went to war, the empire was seriously injured, and Guilliman was forced to become a god.

Everything is just like the Horus Rebellion thousands of years ago.

Several mechanical priests stepped up and stretched out their huge mechanical arms to cut the final seal that imprisoned the Nether Dragon.

The last door has a protective force field, and the explosion will be weakened, making it difficult to break through the huge metal wall.

"I don't recommend you do that."

A voice came, and many alpha fighters held weapons and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Dalia came out of the darkness with her guards.

Omega subconsciously activated the weapon in his hand.

He looked at the other person, and could feel the unparalleled strength from the thin female torso.

"protector?"

"You can call it that." Dalia said calmly.

"Are you trying to stop me??"

Omega raised the weapon in his hand, and the jumping electric arc reflected on his handsome face, which was as perfect as the other brothers.

"I can't stop it." Dalia said: "I can only advise you not to open it."

"Want to speak for your master?" Omega mocked, "Stop me with those righteous principles??"

Dalia shook his head, "I'm doing it for your own good. Although you were born in the same laboratory as the current emperor, the difference between the two of you is like clouds and mud. Do you think he will let you rescue him without any precautions?" A prisoner strong enough to shake the empire?"

Omega's face under the helmet became a little ugly.

Alpha Legion has always been considered weaker than other legions.

This incident became a heart disease of the Alpha Legion.

To this end, the Alpha Legion has been working hard to prove that they are superior to other Legions.

Especially stronger than Ultramarines.

Guilliman was the one who accused the Alpha Legion the most.

If you have nothing to do, criticize the Alpha Legion, saying that this is not good, that is not good.

It is still publicly said that it is not as good as Guilliman.

It's a great shame.

"He didn't know anything about this attack." Omega retorted: "I erased all traces of myself, I know his minions have been trying to find me, but they are not my opponents, they are so stupid that they will be killed I played around with the applause. Now, those idiots are probably still looking for clues to the explosion thousands of kilometers away."

"Cultivating plank roads brightly, crossing Chencang secretly, as the original body, you have wisdom beyond our reach." Dalia smiled and said: "But what I said is also true, otherwise, the one who is now the new master of mankind is is you."

"He's just a lucky cunning liar." Alpha raised the gun and pulled the trigger, the bullets were blocked by a golden light curtain.

Dalia took a step back, and the figures of the group disappeared into the air.

Obviously left using the teleportation device.

Omega looked at the heavy metal gate with serious eyes.

The Emperor's hidden secrets are behind the door.

The Mechanicus of Mars was born in the dream of the Nether Dragon, and the Emperor is not a **** of all machines at all.

He is just a pure liar.

Omega raised his hand, then swung it down violently.

"Blow it up, and soon the world will know Guilliman's hypocrisy."

Amidst the sound of the explosion, gravel splashed and smoke and dust billowed.

A strong will makes people almost breathless.

All kinds of machinery issued a hasty warning sound, and the capacity readings rose all the way, exceeding the highest peak value of alert.

Carbo and Omega exuded excitement.

Not only the machinery in the prison, but also the entire Mars system has disordered codes.

That terrible will has the ability to affect all mechanical life.

The mechanical priest felt that his body was out of control, the machine slaves were shaking all over, and the sound generators screamed meaninglessly.

Karbo couldn't suppress the ecstasy on his face when he saw the disordered code jumped out of the walker mech he was controlling.

He had a premonition that an unprecedented chaos was about to erupt.

Even if he opened the crypt at the beginning and released the chaos code, the damage caused by it would never be as great as the damage caused by the Nether Dragon's escape.

Not only for the machine, but more for the soul.

"Come out, the ancient gods who have been sealed for a long time, bring your anger and resentment, and come to this world again." Karbo shouted excitedly: "The body of the **** of all opportunities, the eternal omniscient, the void dragon."

Silver rays of light projected from the broken gate.

The vision of the thugs has changed drastically.

In their eyes, the light appeared distorted.

Also or not distorted, they just see another dimensional light.

Light always stays in a straight line.

But now, they see a phenomenon that subverts common sense.

Light twists and marches through the formless air.

Distance becomes a lie, and the structure of space-time is just a grand deception.

They see geometric structures that humans cannot accept.

The silent roar shook their minds, and that silver light was part of a magnificent consciousness.

A life form formed by ancient evil thoughts and extraordinary primitive power.

Such beings should not be given names.

What's the point of a name for a being that inadvertently creates or wipes out civilizations? ?

From the moment of human birth, go back hundreds of millions of years.

Before eons unimaginable to mortal life.

This indescribable thing already exists.

Devouring the hearts of many stars, he is revered as a **** in countless galaxies in the universe.

It is the Eternal One, the Infinite Ten Thousand, the Supreme Almighty, and the bound prisoner.

Just the concept of existence has almost burned the brains of the thugs.

Omega felt the pressure, his extraordinary brain was running fast, trying to understand the existence of the other party.

But this work is doomed to be futile.

Omegi gets nothing but headaches.

"Stupid mortal, I have finally gained my rare freedom."

The light converged and turned into a giant dragon with wings and covered with silver scales.

The huge dragon pupils are like an abyss, if you look at it, you will fall into it, lose your mind, and become a soulless puppet driven by it.

Omega stared at the dragon, with a glimmer of expectation in his heart.

What kind of expression must Guilliman have when he sees the Nether Dragon out of trouble and the Mechanicum out of control?

Shocked, wailed, wailed like a fart.

It's really exciting.

"You have gained freedom, go, there are countless lives in the outside world for you to harvest." Omega turned to look at Karbo: "Our mission is completed, now, let's go."

Many mechanical priests look fanatical, and the Nether Dragon represents the essence of the universe and the truth knowledge they can reach.

The **** of all opportunities they should serve should be the dragon in front of them, not the liar of the emperor.

boom!

A giant claw fell, blocking the way Omega wanted to leave.

"Stupid mortals, your mission is over, but my mission has just begun. If I let you leave, how can I explain to the great emperor of the empire?? If you betray him, if I remain indifferent, wouldn't it be the same? Want to bear the name of betrayal?"

The Nether Dragon didn't speak, but his voice echoed in the minds of the thugs.

The excited faces just now turned pale.

Omega's face changed several times, and he turned his head in disbelief to look at the huge Void Dragon covered in silver scales.

Alpharius, are you human? ?

You let your brother jump into such a big pit? ?

Hydra does not pit Hydra.

"The emperor has fallen, you are free." Karbo's tone changed, and he lost the excitement just now.

"Emperor? Stupid mortal life, you don't even know who I am loyal to, and dare to lift my seal? I serve the great and holy all-knowing and omnipotent Emperor Emperor, the savior of mankind, the conqueror of all worlds, the only one in the galaxy Lord, Lord of the Will of the Stars, Godslayer, Destroyer of Civilization, The Man in the Golden and Blue Armor, His name is Roboute Guilliman."

The voice of the Nether Dragon was like a hammer, hitting their souls hard, making their hearts feel like the ocean of ether, setting off turbulent waves and unable to find peace.

Omega's eyes were wide open, and he was startled by the other party's words.

He also thought that his plan would play Guilliman into applause.

I was a clown from the beginning to the end, and the other party didn't even bother to be my enemy.

The Nether Dragon is loyal to Guilliman, so what is Guilliman? ?

The so-called truth that can defeat the empire and make Mars and Terra swords meet, I am afraid that it will have the opposite effect.

Not to mention strengthening Guilliman's rule, it is possible for Guilliman to get the title of God of Myriad Opportunities.

With the endorsement of the Nether Dragon and the Emperor, what Guilliman said is true.

"Escape!"

Omega shouted.

The next second, the Void Dragon pressed down with one paw, and Omega was pinned to the ground.

The huge force caused a huge pit to appear on the metal floor of the prison.

Do not doubt the power of a star god.

If they weren't strong enough, the Old Sage wouldn't have suffered a crushing defeat back then.

Captured the Primarch who had been on the run.

The silver claws slashed in the air, and a silver light emerged, which became the entrance of the dimension pocket.

Nether Dragon throws his Omega into it.

Now Omega is missing.

The Nether Dragon didn't want to try his weight in Guilliman's heart.

See if the opponent will kill himself for a dead Primarch.

As for whether Omega will escape, the Nether Dragon is not worried at all.

Even Omega has three heads and six arms, it is difficult to escape the dimension maze in the dimension pocket.

After finishing off the Primarch, the Nether Dragon looked at the other thugs.

A face covered with scales, exuding a touch of cruelty.

"No!" An Alpha warrior was bitten, and with a slight force of sharp teeth, the solid armor was bitten through like paper, and bright red blood spurted out.

After chewing it twice, the Nether Dragon swallowed it directly.

"What a wonderful soul, full of pain." The Nether Dragon showed a satisfied expression, and then rushed towards the other thugs even more excitedly.

"I knew it would be like this, why would they be so stupid to think that a ruler who dared to declare war on God would know nothing about their little tricks??"

Dalia watched the atrocities of the Nether Dragon. As a guardian, she didn't know how the current emperor subdued the Nether Dragon.

But she has already seen through the fate of Omega's failure.

No one knows where the backhand is? ?

Omega himself may not even think of the person he painstakingly rescued, and he has already become the person of the other party.

The emperor's net traps everyone, even the various insidious tricks carried out by those careerists and conspirators are probably also in the plans of the other party.

"What should we do now?? Let the Nether Dragon go back?" asked the warrior on the side.

"No, the Nether Dragon's coming out must have been his instruction. Let's go. There is no need for a guard here." There was a trace of relief in Dalia's words.

If she stood in front of Omega, she would probably be a corpse now.

got the Medal of Honor from the Empire and a huge memorial service.

Other than that, nothing.

Guilliman hadn't revealed anything to her.

Didn't tell anyone, the Nether Dragon has been subdued.

He doesn't care whether everyone here will die, and he doesn't care whether she, the caretaker, will die.

Cold as a heartless machine.

Consider from the perspective of maximizing benefits.

Dalia learned something about Guilliman from others.

Behind those brilliance, all she felt was the cruelty and coldness of those in power.

This is not the first time he has done this.

Breakdown on Magnus, Battle of Vigilus, Battle of Red Earth, and more.

Ignorant people serve a trap that draws the enemy in.

Their deaths themselves were all part of that trap.

Daria turned and left.

Her bodyguard followed.

After a while, the emergency troops arrived in a hurry.

The Nether Dragon was taken aboard the Emperor's flagship, the Supreme, and was given a seat next to the Mechanical Throne.

It just looks a little humiliating, and can only lie down beside Guilliman like a pet.

The mob's raid on Mars also shook the entire solar system, setting off a turbulent sea.

Traitors like Alpha can also go deep into Mars.

If the other party goes one step further, what can they do? ?

Attack on Terra? Assassinate the emperor? ?

Just thinking about it makes many people sleepless.

Valano was ordered to investigate the ins and outs of the whole incident and execute any personnel involved in it who helped Alpha and Karbo.

The storm was coming, but Guilliman didn't care much about it.

He cares more about Omega and Karbo.

The crimes committed by these two guys during the Horus Rebellion are simply beyond words.

When the time comes to light the torch at the Imperial Heroes Square, there must be two of them.

On the other side of the webway, Dorne is about to finish repairing it, and will soon be able to penetrate the section from the City of Miracles to Terra.

At that time, Magnus will not be of much use.

It doesn’t make much sense to keep it closed all the time, and it’s a waste of rations.

Guilliman plans to build a Terra attraction, build a machine to extract psychic energy, and turn those famous traitors into torches.

Drain their psionic energy to light the torch.

On the one hand, it can generate income for Terra, and on the other hand, it can also warn the world what the end of betraying the empire will be like.

The Heavens - Mount Olympus.

The thunder flashes, the divine power dances wildly, and the shouts of killing shake the sky.

The previously peaceful God's Domain is now full of corpses, and countless gods and spirits have been killed and injured.

The golden double-headed eagle flag fluttered in the wind.

The warriors of the empire advanced steadily, smashing the realm built by the gods.

Constantine followed the empire into the heavens where the gods lived.

The Olympus Protoss is completely finished.

The scene here is beyond the imagination of even the craziest artist.

The gods bleed, and the ancient spirits lay dead.

The realm of the gods is torn apart and is about to be buried.

The gods of Olympus suffered heavy casualties, the blood of the gods flowed, and the end time has come.

The empire holds weapons capable of killing gods.

Even more frightening are those female warriors whose bodies are engraved with prayers and are called Sisters of Silence.

They are extraordinary black holes.

Divine power, magic, and superpowers all fail in front of them.

Those heroic spirits and servants serving the gods were slaughtered in front of them like weak mortals, and they had no power to fight back. Even the gods could only rely on their own martial arts to fight against them, and they had no way to use their divine power.

Those goddesses who did not know martial arts were massacred all the way by those silent nuns. The whole palace was stained red with the blood of gods, and there were **** corpses everywhere.

"Mortal, do you know what kind of consequences your behavior will have?" God King Zeus roared, his whole body has been turned into thunder, and his eyes are sprayed with blinding lightning.

The domain of the gods was destroyed, and the gods were almost wiped out.

He hates it.

If it was in the past, he would definitely launch a doomsday disaster for mankind.

Let human beings know what it means that God cannot be insulted.

"Offend the gods, the end of mankind is already doomed." Zeus roared: "I swear you will pay the price."

Titus showed a cruel smile, "You live first, false god. The atrocities you have committed are enough to sentence you to death."

"I am a god, and mortals are not qualified to judge gods." Zeus shouted, raising his hand, the thunder condensed in his hand, turned into an electric spear, and struck Titus.

In other places on the battlefield, the battle is still going on, the guns are fired, and the shouts of killing are loud, and it looks like it was extremely tragic.

Humans fell in batches, but were quickly filled up and continued to attack.

From time to time, gods would fall down and be swarmed up by human soldiers, dismembering them with swords and guns in their hands.

The gods are doomed to be defeated, and they are just doing the final battle of trapped beasts.

The army of the empire continued to launch fierce attacks on the temples it defended, blowing up the entire domain of the gods into ruins.

Human attacks forced the gods to fight on their own, defending an area, persevering, and waiting for the impossible opportunity.

The device in reality is also playing a role, cutting off the source of belief of the gods, and preventing them from continuing to draw strength from human emotions.

Combined with the Sister of Silence and the anti-subspace device, the power of the gods is continuously weakening.

"Quickly, continue to launch shelling." Mao Long shouted with a command knife in hand, "The target, Ares, the God of War, don't let him have a chance to breathe."

The madness of this world made Mao Long no longer want to think anymore.

Maolong's eighteen generations of ancestors, Maolong's parents, and Maolong himself may not have imagined that one day he would become a member of the god-killing team.

A large number of troops are still being put into the battlefield. Their task is not to face and kill the gods, but to serve as some auxiliary tasks.

Deploy devices that can establish stability in the domain of the gods, **** important nodes, cut off the power source of the gods, organize artillery bombardment of the gods, and cut off their servants.

Maolong never thought that those gods are real, and never thought that gods really bleed and can be killed.

ps: 10,000 words, no increase or decrease, still 45,000 short.

(end of this chapter)