Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

In the Warhammer world, in the eyes of humans, there are four evil gods in the Warp: Khorne, Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and Nurgle.

These four evil gods can be regarded as the enemies of the human empire, and several crises of the human empire are closely related to them.

However, in the eyes of other civilizations in the galaxy, there are five evil gods, compared to the four evil gods of the Warp: Khorne, Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and Nurgle.

The figure sitting on the golden throne is the real evil god for many civilizations in the Milky Way.

Humanity has developed from a single planet into an empire encompassing most of the Milky Way. Naturally, the expanded territory could not be given up by others.

During the Great Crusade and even longer periods, as the human empire expanded, the Emperor's soldiers slaughtered countless civilizations in the galaxy.

Even today, those soldiers wearing iron cans are still the nightmare of many alien civilizations.

For many millennia, countless civilizations have trembled under the iron hooves of the Astra Militarum, the Tempest Legion, and the Astartes.

And this time, the big guy sitting on the golden toilet finally met his opponent.

. . . .

A month later, the second batch of Minotaur troops, 30 million strong, appeared in the Warhammer world with golden light of reincarnation, shouting slogans, and landed in a hive world occupied by the Minotaur Vanguard.

They rested for only half a day on the planet occupied by the vanguard troops before embarking on a new journey.

Then came the second, third, and fourth batches. An endless stream of warships carrying wave after wave of Minotaur warriors took off from more than a dozen planets and leaped into the subspace.

Like these minotaurs, there are also the greedy werewolf army. According to the original battle plan, the territory divided by the werewolf clan is a large star field occupied by the human rebels.

There are also hundreds of planets bordering the human empire. In order to gain the upper hand in the fight for wealth and military exploits, these werewolves are advancing at the fastest and most brutal speed.

Perhaps it was because of the war of revenge, or perhaps it was because of these evil followers of Khorne that they were no longer considered human.

This is different from the guidance plan for the Human Empire, which is to pull one group and beat another.
The Heavenly Court did not interfere too much in the werewolf's combat methods against the rebels, or rather, it turned a blind eye.

When advancing combat on the ground, in order to better defeat the enemy, the werewolf clan not only used war beasts such as biochemical giant wolves, but also directly added some kind of pheromone into the atmosphere above the rebels' heads.

This pheromone extracted from werewolf genes has no other side effects and can transform ordinary people into werewolves.

These pheromones penetrate into everyone's body through the air circulation of the planet.

Imagine the scene when the human rebels gathered millions of soldiers and formed dozens of legions to fight the enemy to the death.

As an artificial moon rose into the sky, the Astartes of the Dark Legion looked around and saw all their "mortal soldiers" howling at the moon. Their body hair grew wildly and they transformed into giant wolf beasts over three meters tall!

When millions of giant wolf beasts lit up their lantern-like eyes, let alone the Space Marines Astartes in power armor, even if a demon prince came, he would have to flee at the sight of them if he did not bring with him millions of Khorne demon armies.

In addition to releasing biochemical pheromones, when the werewolf assault forces encounter tough and worthless planets, they will not hesitate to use high-powered lethal star-destroying weapons.

Blocked in the warp, without the support of the Khorne army, facing the tide of werewolf troops, in two and a half months, hundreds of planets occupied by human rebels all fell.
In addition to the Tauren and the Wolf Tribe, powerful war races of dark creatures such as the Vampires, Pigmen, Trolls, and Dark Elves have also formed their own armies.

The first vanguard troops of their respective races have more or less established a foothold in the Warhammer world for the subsequent troops, at least a few planets,
There are many, such as the vampires. The vanguard troops alone captured several hive cities of the human empire, and dozens or even hundreds of planets became vampire nests.

Relying on the transformation advantage of the descendants of the First Embrace, they easily developed the upper-class people of dozens of planets into their own blood slaves and completed their rule over these occupied areas.

Before the Dark Council's army set out, a group of Dark Council members had already formulated a detailed battle plan, or more precisely, a plan to divide the spoils.

Each race of dark creatures has its own demarcated territory, and they are not allowed to cross the border until all of this "responsibility field" is taken over.

But if other people’s “responsibility fields” have all been taken over and yours have not been completed yet, then don’t blame others for putting their chopsticks into your bowl.

This "plan" also transformed all the dark races that came to this world into blitzkrieg experts like Guderian.

Breakthrough, breakthrough, the speed of this dark frenzy is even faster than that of the Tyranids back then—

Before a dark fleet left the subspace, tens of thousands of crystal spherical detectors were quickly launched.

These invisible detectors jumped out of the subspace at the first opportunity and flew to the outer space of those planets at high speed, with full power turned on.

Everything that happened on the planet's surface was instantly transmitted back to the fleet.

What followed was a targeted strike. The moment the fleet jumped out, it locked onto the spaceport and the military bases on the planet, and poured out saturation firepower.

In the empire with poor communications, many unfortunate planetary governors didn't even have time to figure out what was happening before the entire planet was occupied by a powerful army of dark creatures.

Under the dark wizards' terrifying soul spells, the vampires' first embrace, and blood magic, the upper-class people on the planet quickly became puppets of the vampires.

Artificial intelligence, working with the massive steel soldiers deployed on the planet, quickly took over the planet's defense system.

The Heavenly Church, which arrived late and was responsible for the aftermath, used Pym particles and space capsules to bring a large amount of natural food!
While preaching, he comforted the ordinary people who suffered from the "emperor" with eggs, rice, flour, oil, French fries and hamburgers.

On the planets occupied by the Orc Legion, churches dedicated to the "Emperor" were being torn down every moment, and the people spontaneously smashed the statues of the Emperor and replaced them with statues of the Emperor of Heaven.

On a planet where energy bars are not enough to fill you up every day, who can resist a "god" who actually distributes eggs, rice, flour, oil, milk, and bread!

In just less than half a year, civilians from many planets in the empire spontaneously pledged their loyalty to the great Emperor of Heaven!
No normal person wants to live in an era of war where one's future is uncertain, but war is the main theme of the Warhammer world.

The empire is always conscripting soldiers and collecting taxes!
You never know which will come first, tomorrow or the Chaos Demons, Greenskins and other invaders.

In addition, there are various evil god churches and gangs inside the planet, which make it difficult for the lower-class people to breathe.

After the Vatican announced the exemption of military service and the abolition of most extortionate taxes, these civilians seemed to see a glimmer of hope for "life".

They do not want their descendants to "live" the same way as they do; they hope that their descendants can also live the life promoted by the Vatican.

Because they are in the cesspool of hell, they look up to heaven. And because of this, these common people will become the most fanatical believers of His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven.

The brilliant and strange light is boundless, covering a vast star area. Somewhere it is attacked by the energy of the subspace and becomes a completely mutated death world.

The pale yellow spore dust covered the entire surface like a cloud.

The fat mosquito, with the shit-yellow pus bump on its head, fluttered its wings desperately, making an irritating "buzzing" sound.

The remains of some creature were crawling on the ground, with densely packed round mushrooms blooming on its white bones.

The mushrooms were crowded together, and if you looked closely, you could see that they were countless pairs of eyes watching them.

Click~
The remains were trampled.

The huge feet covered with shit-yellow rust crushed it into powder.

An Astartes, tall and fat, with a bulging belly as if filled with corruption, was holding a huge sickle and flapping his flesh wings slightly.

If someone I know comes here, they will definitely scream out his name in despair after seeing him:

"Mortarion!"

Mortarion admired the Gardens of Nurgle before him.

The wildly multiplying spores were filled with endless beauty in his eyes.

As one of the traitorous Primarchs, Mortarion has now become Nurgle's spokesperson on earth.

But Mortarion, who was reveling in proliferation and decay, suddenly raised his head and looked to the side.

A little Nurgling jumped onto Mortarion's shoulder with a happy look on his face.

A whisper of the Warp came to the Nurglings, and followed the message.

The Nurgling's body began to rapidly wither.

When the last word was spoken, the Nurgling completely dissipated.

The world around him returned to silence, and only Mortarion stood there.

His eyes were no longer focused on the beauty of growth, and his heavy breathing began to rise and fall violently.

His wings of flesh spread out, bringing with them a foul-smelling gust of wind, and a wild laugh came from his face.

"Go to the Warp for support! Has the situation come to this?" The whirring sound continued, and the strong wind became more and more pervasive, flapping his flesh wings, and Mortarion began to rise slowly.

Under his feet was a lush spore forest, and in orbit was the plague fleet of Nurgle that blocked out the sky!

The energy of the Warp is surging, and Mortarion's voice echoes across the world:
"Nurgle! I thought you would be different from "him". It seems that in front of the truly powerful, you are nothing but a weakling!"

. . . . . .

An unnamed hive world.

The shattered wreckage of the battleship rolled in the void, and the side armor plates could be seen from the wreckage.

This is an Endeavour-class light cruiser from the Human Empire. There are hundreds of warships of all sizes in orbit.

The battleships all have gorgeous pink exteriors, and slightly wriggling, 'indescribable' inexplicable structures.

Warships continuously dropped orbital capsules onto the hive worlds on the ground, sending batches of impatient believers to the carnival in the hive worlds.

Each orbital module brings splattered blood and sounds of joy that penetrate deep into the bones.

On the bridge of the flagship.

Fulgrim closed his eyes and listened to the sweet sounds of joy spreading wildly in the hive, his face full of intoxication.

He had a long snake-like body covered with all kinds of strange mutations, and underneath him was not a captain's chair, but a huge, soft 'skin' bed.

Fulgrim's pleasure at the beautiful sound lasted only a short time, and then his face showed more eager pursuit of pleasure. Like Mortarion, he was also a traitorous primarch and now the spokesman of Slaanesh in the mortal world.

His face darkened slightly, and Fulgrim opened his eyes.

"People thought it was some big deal. Fine, I'll go to the subspace to provide support!"

Fulgrim licked his lips subconsciously with his long pink tongue covered with barbs.

The delicate voice, every syllable of every word, kept changing between male and female voices.

Meanwhile Holy Terra.

The information from the Star Language Court was constantly transmitted and finally turned into various information, which was recorded on parchment by officials from the Ministry of the Interior and piled up in the boundless information.

Generally speaking, it may take decades or even hundreds of years for this information to be opened.

If the message sent is a request for help, then the reinforcements will not be raised until decades or hundreds of years later.

But there are exceptions.

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An internal affairs official with a dull and sleepy face was mechanically typing on the typewriter on his back.

The deep eye bags were almost falling to the lips, and the upper eyelids covered the eyes heavily, leaving only a tiny gap.

He glanced blankly at the content in front of him, and then his eyes lit up slightly.

A special report bypassed the cumbersome administrative system and was delivered directly to the Council of High Lords.

After a brief screening, the information continued to be transmitted towards the depths of the Emperor's bedroom.

Level after level, round after round of inspection.

When the parchment came to the last door.

The official placed the parchment in the communication channel with great respect.

At the other end of the passage was an arm wearing golden armor.

Then the whisper echoed deep in the bedroom.

The official slowly stepped back, his eyes looking uncontrollably into the depths.

There was a golden light shining like breathing.

Orders were passed down one after another, and warships were deployed in orbit. The huge hulls shone brightly like satellites.

In the distant sky are barges constantly moving back and forth. They are like the Milky Way connecting heaven and earth, transporting large numbers of ground troops to the fleet in orbit.

"We have assembled a total of 180 mortal auxiliary legions, totaling 450 million people."

"With the addition of two regiments of Astartes warriors and the Emperor's Guards, we will definitely be able to open up the warp again this time!"

Somewhere in the warp, dozens of warships from the demon army under Tzeentch have just jumped into the warp.

A huge scarlet flag appeared silently behind the warships. As it rolled up, more than a dozen warships and the hundreds of thousands of Tzeentchian demon soldiers on them disappeared into the warp.

"The fish swallowed the bait and found their location!"

Outside the subspace, the fleet commander who had locked onto the location where the warship disappeared snorted coldly. With his order, thousands of warships jumped into the subspace at the same time.

Almost at the same time as the fleet jumped into the subspace, the fire control radar instantly swept across the void where the blood-red flag was resting.

The terrifyingly powerful energy value hidden within was identified.

The friend-or-foe identification system made a judgment instantly, and the naval guns that had been fully charged launched the strongest attack at the same time within one thousandth of a second.

A large red flag emerged from the void and swept towards the fleet, but the owner of the flag seemed to have underestimated the power of these naval guns.

Under the fierce artillery fire, the void around him suddenly collapsed, and a small black hole with an ominous black light suddenly emerged.

The powerful gravitational force even pulled the immortal out of the void and dragged him into the black hole.

"Please don't just watch the fun, please lend me a hand!"

The old immortal saw that he was about to be sucked into the black hole, and was so scared that he quickly waved the magic flag in his hand to wrap himself and resist the pull of the black hole.

Seeing the blue light filling the muzzles of the fleets' guns again, the old immortal, who knew how to deal with things, quickly shouted for help.

"Hey, did I hear it right? Brother Wang also needs help sometimes. How rare!" Following a burst of teasing, a sword energy shot out from the void, and dozens of warships that were charging exploded at the same time.

Hundreds of celestial beings and immortal officials appeared from the void holding various magic weapons and attacked together.

With the Tzeentch fleet as the center, the void within a radius of 500 light seconds suddenly collapsed, and thousands of warships fell into the formation at the same time.

The ancient ten most vicious formations were activated, with golden and bloody light, red sand and black wind, sharp knives and rolling stones, and all kinds of ferocious things running around in the sky. Anyone who touched would die, and anyone who was touched would be injured.

It was as if a huge vortex appeared in the warp. In less than a few minutes, everything in the vortex, including the Tzeentch fleet and the millions of demon soldiers on it, were all swallowed up by the vortex.

"This is the fifth fleet today. It looks like these monsters have been forced into a desperate situation!"

. . . .

At a subspace node, a meteorite satellite with a diameter of only seven or eight miles appeared from nowhere.

A straw mat and a long table carved from local stones. Tang Song was sitting on the mat. On the long table were a pot of tea and two teacups.

He drank tea with great interest while admiring the magnificent subspace scenery.

Of course, for other people, not to mention the unpredictable temperature of the subspace, those "sceneries" alone are enough to make an Alpha-level psyker's head explode.

When Tang Song had drunk two cups of tea, a magnificent scene appeared in the subspace in front of him. Countless undead were kneeling on the ground, and a black "black blanket" that looked like clouds and fog extended straight from an immeasurable place to Tang Song's front.

The Lady of Death, wearing a purple cloak, came hurriedly from the void. In just a few breaths, she crossed hundreds of thousands of light years and came in front of Tang Song. She bent down and sat opposite Tang Song.

It seemed that the lady of death was not used to sitting cross-legged. After trying twice, she simply sat down opposite Tang Song without caring that the door was wide open.

To be honest, there is really no need to be shy about dying with a skeleton on your head.

Tang Song waved his hand without even raising his head, and the blazing Samadhi Fire burned around the teapot, instantly boiling the tea, and white mist rose up and condensed around the teapot.

"This is the best fairy tea I just found, presented to me by a junior. Although it is not as good as the innate stuff, it is also fragrant and full of spiritual energy. Ordinary people don't have this blessing!"

Death picked up the tea poured by Tang Song and drank it all in one gulp. God knows where the tea went in her condition.

She rolled her eyes and looked at Tang Song and said, "Well, you asked me to come here just for tea. You know my time is limited and I can't leave the Marvel Universe for too long!"

"Since you and I are allies, when we find something good, we naturally have to share something," Tang Song picked up the remaining cup of tea and sipped it slowly.

This tea is produced in the Beiming Sea. According to Kunyu, it was picked from an ancient secret tea garden left behind by the demon master. Needless to say, the tea is very effective.

If an ordinary person drinks it, he will probably be reincarnated after taking a sip. Only the immortals who have condensed their primordial spirit and infant are qualified to taste this tea.

After Death drank the cup of tea, he seemed to realize that it tasted good. He picked up the teapot in front of Tang Song and poured himself a cup. He drank it in one gulp, and then drank another cup.

Tang Song grinned, looked at the way the cow chewed the peony, and shook his head: "Tea should be savored slowly!"

Death said unhappily, "You think everyone has the leisure time like you? I'm very busy!"

Tang Song frowned slightly: "Although there are some star spirits and sub-space evil gods in this world, as far as I know, with your strength, there should be few people in this world who can threaten you!"

Death sighed, "Not those little guys. I don't have time to deal with them right now. Your son is leading people all over the warp to chase them!"

Son, Tang Song was a little stunned, but then he quickly realized that death was referring to Adam.

"So what's bothering you?" Tang Song held up the teacup: "I came to this world to see if there's anything I can help with!"

Death turned his head to look at the changing subspace around him: "It is this subspace. All the souls that have died in this universe for countless years have accumulated here. Most of these souls have been assimilated by the subspace into the energy they call psychic energy.

Some powerful souls have transformed into what they consider to be evil demons and evil gods in this subspace!"

Tang Song held his teacup and listened quietly.

So what? Tang Song saw that Death was motionless, and he looked at Death in confusion.

Death said angrily, "I am sorting out the death rules of this universe. In your words, I am straightening out the avenue of death in this world! This is a very troublesome job!"

"If things are troublesome, there is actually no need to do it." Tang Song smiled slightly and was about to say something.

Death interrupted him directly: "This is very important. I can feel that once I can complete the extradition of all the souls in this subspace, my strength will be further improved, even surpassing Eternity!"

Hmm, what is Ksitigarbha speaking? Tang Song looked at this lady of death and shut his mouth tactfully.

As a qualified leader, when your subordinates are about to go crazy due to heavy workload, you should either step forward to help or shut up.

This is the experience Tang Song has summed up after using Ryan for many years.

Tang Song put on a fake smile that was unique to those in a higher position, and was about to say a few words of encouragement to this "ally" when they both suddenly looked up at one place where a ripple was spreading, and it was obvious that something was leaping into the subspace.

(End of this chapter)