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"Mr. Tang, where did you buy this skewer of meat? It smells so good!"

Fiona smelled the aroma of barbecue, her throat moved, and she couldn't help swallowing.

"You said this barbecue grew on a tree!"

At this time, Tang Song completely integrated into the role of a tourist, holding a skewer of meat in one hand and an old-fashioned camera in the other, recording the tin cans.

"From the tree?" Fiona glared at Tang Song angrily. "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Do you think it's fun to tease me?"

Fiona suddenly felt cold, and she subconsciously looked to the side, meeting Ryan's cold eyes.

She shuddered. The indifferent look in his eyes was just like the one she saw when she was a child when a little girl from her neighborhood was being stared at by those devil believers.

The way those demons looked at "her" when they dismembered the little girl with knives, their eyes were just like this, full of indifference, as if they were crushing a bug to death.

Fiona's childhood memories kept attacking her, the steaming internal organs placed on the altar, the wailing of the little girl as she died,

Fiona's mind almost collapsed. She pushed through the crowd like crazy and ran away.

Seeing this, the scavenging girls on motorcycles also chased after them, shouting "Big sister, sister".

"Boss! Our tour guide is gone!"

"If there is none left, find another one!" Tang Song continued to hold the old video recorder without looking back, aiming it at the Imperial Regent and his "loyal" Thirteenth Regiment.

With that focused look, he is just missing a little red hat for tourists.
A smile appeared on Ryan's face, and his eyes looked through the crowd and met the gaze of a tall man with brown hair.

Invisible psychic powers converged at this moment. Tang Song looked back and the shock wave that was powerful enough to tear apart the entire Holy Terra was instantly transferred into the subspace.

Deep in the subspace, a fat guy who was being hunted was torn into pieces by two powerful forces before he could react to what was happening. With a howl, he turned into a spore nebula.

The Great Demon of Nurgle cursed and wailed, and just tried to put his broken soul together again.

Rumble, rumble——

In the warp, there were bursts of thunder, and large thunderclouds surged towards Nurgle.
Adam, wearing a golden armor and holding a bowl-sized phoenix-wing gilded halberd, led hundreds of immortal officials from the Thunder Department, thousands of Nantianmen warships, and hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers from the Thunder Department. Accompanied by a crisscross of thunderclouds, he set up a large heavenly thunder demon refining formation and surrounded the great demon Nurgle.

Boom boom boom —

Tens of thousands of feet high thunderclouds hung in the sky, and lightning fell like rain, cleaning Nurgle's body. Lightning is the nemesis of evil spirits, not to mention that Nurgle had just suffered a joint attack from the Emperor and Lion.

At this time, the entire body could not gather together and it dissipated into countless spores. Large pieces of Nurgle spores were struck into nothingness under the baptism of dense pure yang thunder rain.

For a moment, the anger, wailing, and roar of the Great Nurgle resounded throughout the entire subspace.
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The Space Marines, or Astartes, are humanity's foremost defenders and the greatest warriors of the Imperium of Man.

They are almost no longer human, but superhuman.

Through extensive genetic engineering, psychological therapy and rigorous training, Space Marines are superior to ordinary humans in every way.

They are immune to plague or any natural disease, and can survive and continue fighting after sustaining wounds many times greater than a fatal injury.

They wear Mankind's most powerful power armour, wield Mankind's most powerful weapons, and their allegiance to the Emperor and the Imperium of Man is unending.

They are the Death Angels of the Holy Emperor, and they know no fear.

Most humans are met with fear and awe when they appear, and on some of the more primitive worlds they are worshipped as demigods and angels in the flesh of the Holy Emperor.

Space Marines usually recruit on the world where their Chapter has its Fortress-Monastery (headquarters).
This is of course not always the case, as some Chapters recruit soldiers from the worlds they protect or frequent.

Each Chapter has a different method of recruiting soldiers.

Some warbands recruit new members from the barbaric nomadic tribes in the desolate world.
Others are recruited from among those volunteers who desire to become Space Marines and train for the job from birth.

There are also some Chapters that observe and abduct powerful warriors, and then turn them into Space Marines whether they want to or not.

Regardless of the method used, all Space Marine Chapters only accept those who pass the gruesome initial testing and prove their worthiness to become Space Marines.

And everyone who becomes a Space Marine must put aside his worldly ties.

Once his body is forged into the masterful form of a Space Marine, he must forever leave his kin and those he has sworn to protect.

For once a man becomes a Space Marine he is no longer mortal, his genes are now inherited from the great Emperor himself, and a trace of the Emperor's majesty flows through his veins.

There are approximately 1000 Space Marine Chapters active in the Imperium of Man.

After the Horus Heresy, the Regent Lord Robouti Guilliman reformed the military system and carried out the Second Reconstruction, completing the reorganization of the Imperial Army.

The founding Space Marine Legions were split up, and nearly a thousand chapters were derived from them.

He restructured the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Navy and the Space Marines with his characteristic speed and efficiency.

The most influential of all his works was the Codex Astartes, the great tome which established the fundamental tactical and organizational principles of the Space Marine Chapters.

The Codex Astartes regulates the creation and training of Star Chapters during periods of stability.

Gene banks used to grow transplant organs that transform mortals into powerful Astartes Space Marines should be carefully regulated.

Cultured organs should be subjected to the most stringent testing for genetic purity.

Before young recruits are accepted, they undergo rigorous mental and physical fitness tests, from which only the highest-level candidates are selected.

On Holy Terra, the Imperial Center created a gene bank to create and store the gene-seed of Space Marines.

Those banks provided the gene-nuclei from which new Space Marines were created, and to prevent cross-infection, the gene-seed of each old Legion is now stored in isolation.

Henceforth, new Space Marine Chapters could only receive gene-seed from their own genetic reserves.

The size of the new Chapters was fixed at approximately 1000 Astartes Space Marines, compared to the unlimited size of the old Legions.

The Ultramarines, the largest Space Marine legion, have been split many times.

As a result of the Second Founding, the gene-seed of the Ultramarines became the favored gene-seed for the creation of new Astante Chapters.

New Chapters that originate from the Ultramarines are often referred to as the Progenitor Chapters, and all Progenitor Chapters respect Roboute Guilliman as their father and patron.

Each Chapter of the Space Marine Corps is composed of approximately 1000 warriors.

A large portion of the Codex Astartes is devoted to defining how these Chapters should be constructed.

A regiment has 10 companies, each with 100 men.

The warriors of each company were organized into 10 squads, each with 10 men, led by a non-commissioned officer.

In addition to these basic combat units, each company has a company commander, technical sergeant, chaplain and medic.

Except for the reconnaissance company, each company uses Rhino personnel carriers to transport its squads and officers.

The most elite 1st Company is also equipped with Land Raider tanks to carry its Terminator heavy squads.

According to tradition, the dreadnought mecha is assigned to the company to which its driver originally belongs, and its terrifying presence supports the company's combat effectiveness.

At this time, the eight founding chapters of the Ultramarines received the order to rush to Holy Terra. They were also extreme supporters of Robert Guilliman.

To some extent, their worship of this Primarch even surpasses that of the Emperor.

Can’t the empire have two people in charge?

The Ultramarines of the eight interstellar regiments are all elites carefully selected by Robert Guilliman.

All of them are veterans who are over 500 years old, and each of them has the blood of greenskins and demons on his hands.

In the ordinary supernatural world, the murderous aura from them alone is enough to drive away powerful evil spirits.

These are a group of butchers walking down from the battlefield!
Their fighting power is not comparable to that of ordinary Astartes.

Robert Guilliman held his helmet in one hand and swept his gentle eyes over the warrior in front of him.

Whenever his eyes swept across the body of an Extreme Warrior, these warriors would instinctively straighten their chests!
His father was looking at him.

"Whoosh!" A whirlwind rose into the sky from the square formation.

These extreme warriors breathed unconsciously while holding their heads high and chests puffed out. They were all powerful genetically modified bodies, and just breathing could produce the powerful effect of a martial arts master who could blow a cup into powder.

Eight thousand people raised their heads and chests and inhaled at the same time. The air pressure in the entire square seemed to drop by several degrees suddenly, and the dust at the scene was blown up.

The vision of the imperial civilians who were watching nearby was blocked, and out of thin air there came a solemn and murderous atmosphere like a military review on the battlefield.

What's even more terrifying is that the murderous aura that these guys have been holding in their hearts was unconsciously revealed. Their bodies were shrouded in a faint red mist, and the wanton murderous aura swept across the entire square like an ice storm.

Some civilians who were watching were frightened and fled in panic. The murderous aura emanating from these veteran Ultramarines was too fierce. Robert Guilliman looked at the murderous army in front of him with satisfaction, and he laughed.

He saluted his Extreme Regiment.

"Boom!" The ground shook violently, and eight thousand Astartes saluted him in unison.

Robert Guilliman nodded and said in a low voice:
"I'm pulling you here because a war that concerns the life and death of the empire is about to begin. I missed it once, and the empire almost collapsed because of it. This time, I don't want to be a bystander again!
This time I will join this battle with you."

Robert Guilliman hesitated for a moment, and this time did not choose to praise the Emperor, but said in a deep voice:
"For the hope of the empire!"

There is no Emperor, only the Empire. Eight thousand Ultramarines looked at Robert Guilliman with excitement and excitement on their faces.

These veterans of the Astartes have experienced life and death so many times that each of them has some "battlefield syndrome", of course, as an Astartes of the Extreme Legion.

They have always had a very presumptuous idea in their minds: since the empire has become so messed up, why doesn't their "father" abandon this messed up empire.

Build a Second Empire.

Well, compared to Horus, the traitor who raised the flag of rebellion, and his chapter, the Astartes of the Ultramarines have always wanted to learn from Liansheng Big D and set up two people in charge.

However, this idea has always been suppressed by his "father" Robert Guilliman, who still has illusions about the Empire in his heart.

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He fantasized that he could prop up this crumbling empire.

In fact, the regent did a really good job. With his insistence as 007, he pulled the nearly destroyed empire back from the brink of death after the Horus Heresy.

But this kind of hopeless life is too tiring, not physically tiring, but mentally tiring. The vast empire is full of battlefields.

The Empire alone fights against the Chaos Gods of the Warp, the Greenskins, the Tyranids, and various extragalactic aliens.
Even the oldest Primarch, Regent of the Imperium of Man, and Commander-in-Chief of the Army, Robert Guilliman, could not see any hope for the Imperium.

All he could do was to struggle and try his best to maintain this huge empire.

"Father, let me see your vision and see if the existence you call hope can save this empire!"

Roboute Guilliman buckled his helmet and walked towards the battleship's hatch with heavy steps.

Behind him were the Imperial Guards clad in golden power armor.

These guards who have been on duty in the palace for thousands of years have never stepped out of the palace gate for the sake of the emperor. Their bones are almost rusted.

These most powerful Astartes in the Warhammer world crave war in their bones.

Robert Guilliman, the Imperial Regent, waved his hand and became a hands-off manager.

Compared to him who only cared about killing the enemies, the gentlemen in the Senate had much more things to consider.

There are often only two words that can be linked to power: "interests"!
The empire, due to its vast territory,

The imperial political system is more like a high-level lord parliament system, with Robert Guilliman as the regent and the decision-making level composed of various financial tycoons, the church, and the top leaders of the empire.

Below that are the feudal powers of the planetary rulers they constructed (planetary governors)
These planetary governors have great power, of course all their power is based on fulfilling the trust of the empire and collecting tithes.

The impression given by the Warhammer world seems to be that there is war everywhere and there is no peace.

In fact, it is not. There are a few worlds in the human empire that are immune to the disaster.

These rare exceptions were usually owned by wealthy merchant groups or served as retirement resorts for high-ranking imperial officials and local nobles.
Of course, these places are out of reach for most humans!
The empire belongs to the emperor, but in the eyes of these imperial high-ranking officials, the empire also belongs to them.

The emperor put their things on the gambling table without permission, and it was a full-handed bet.

Naturally they couldn't accept it, even the emperor!

The Senate meeting hall was filled with noise and everyone was arguing.

The Emperor had abandoned them,
In some ways, the impact of this incident was even worse than the Horus Heresy.

Once the news gets out, the common people who live at the bottom of society and can't survive except by their loyalty to the emperor will probably rebel immediately.

After reading the "declaration of war", many high-ranking officials of the empire went into a psychic breakdown, their souls returned to the warp, and returned to the embrace of death.

The Imperial Prime Minister, the head of the Senate, the highest generals of the Imperial Navy and Army, the commander of the Holy Terra Military District, the planetary governors of several hive cities in the solar system, the commander of the defense force, and some high-ranking figures of the Mechanicum gathered in the hall.

Some people were banging their heads on the table and quarreling with each other, while others simply slumped in their chairs, with ashen faces as if they were zombies, completely lifeless.

The Prime Minister of the Empire, Joan, who looked old, rubbed his eyebrows and looked at the noisy conference room. He felt his eyebrows throbbing violently, as if they were about to explode in the next moment.

The regent had thrown this mess upon him, and the enemy's declaration of war was now before him.

The question now is how to make a decision.

He pondered for a moment, stood up, and said in a hoarse voice:

“Your Excellency the Regent said that these outsiders are the hope of mankind. You should know something about them.

Although these dark races cut off our connection with other planets, we also obtained some intelligence before that!
These aliens from outside the universe are different from those chaos demons and extragalactic aliens!"

After coughing lightly, Qiao An said with an unpleasant expression:

"These aliens who call themselves the Dark Council number as many as tens of billions. Their weapons and equipment far exceed those of the Empire. Even the physical fitness of ordinary soldiers can be comparable to that of the transformed Astartes!"

"What's worse is that they are just part of another huge organization, the organization called Celestial Court, which is said to be a top civilization that controls thousands of universes!"

Qiao An looked around at the people present, and briefly made eye contact with several high-ranking officials of the Mechanicus, then said:

"There are many worlds like ours in these universes. Their power is far greater than that of the Empire!"

"The Prime Minister wants us to surrender without a fight!" An Astartes stood up. Unlike the other Astartes, this Space Marine's Terminator power armor was gray.

The Grey Knights are a special Space Marine force even in the Imperium of Man, and are the first special chapter in the Imperium specifically designed to resist the threat of demons.

The Grey Knights are one of the most powerful chapters among the Space Marines. They are determined, disciplined, always on guard against demonic attacks, and skilled in fighting against Chaos enemies.

Due to the special nature of Chaos, the existence of these troops that specialize in fighting Chaos Demons is also kept secret. Any mortal who knows about the Grey Knights without the authority to know about them will be silenced.

The Grey Knights are an unstoppable force, the embodiment of the Emperor's will. These brave warriors have given up their own ordinary lives so that humanity can continue.
Slaying demons and exorcising monsters in the name of the Emperor, the Grand Master of each generation of the Grey Knights uses his God-given power to split the darkness.

They absolutely obey the orders issued by the Inquisition, lead by example and serve as a model and example for the entire chapter, and maintain the loyalty of their subordinates with the friendship forged through centuries of long battles.

Each of these steadfast and selfless Grey Knights is an invaluable treasure to the Empire.

Standing in front of Joan at this time was a Grey Knight mentor. Joan discovered that there was something in the look of the Grey Knight mentor when he looked at him that he could not see clearly. It was a murderous intent that made him feel cold.

Joan sighed in his heart. He had no doubt that if what he said blasphemed the Emperor or showed weakness towards those aliens, the Grey Knight in front of him would never care about his identity.

But fortunately, he knew how to deal with these embryo killers!
"The Tyranids are gone!"

Amid the astonishment of the crowd, Qiao An said something completely unrelated: "Not long ago, I think you also observed that the swarm of insects that occupied several extragalactic galaxies completely disappeared!"

"A force powerful enough to overthrow the entire Tyranid race in an instant. How long can the Empire last in the face of such a force!"

Joan looked at the imperial leaders who had fallen silent, as well as some church leaders whose spiritual energy was about to run wild, and continued:

"But the great God-Emperor protected us. He stood up from the Golden Throne and protected the entire human empire. The God-Emperor fought against the enemy in places we didn't know about, bringing a glimmer of hope to mankind!
Let us not face an enemy that is capable of overthrowing the Tyranids!"

After Joan finished speaking, a glimmer of life appeared in the dead eyes of many people in the parliament hall. His words were like a flame that rekindled their faith in the Emperor.

Yes, the Emperor has not abandoned us, He must be somewhere fighting against the most powerful enemy.

"Ah, yes, yes!"

The Imperial Guards who were originally stationed in the once glorious palace hall have now embarked on the journey with the Regent.

A table was set up in the empty hall at some point, with flames licking the bottom of the pot. Tang Song sat on the golden throne, holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand, picking up the snow-like beef and mutton rolls from the boiling hot pot.

On both sides of him, the Emperor was fighting a desperate battle with powerful enemies. He and Lion each held a wine gourd in their hands.

The vermilion gourd contains the Thousand Day Drunk that Tang and Song brought from the Jambu World. It is said that even a Golden Immortal would fall down after drinking it.

One is the corpse emperor who has been sitting on the throne for ten thousand years, and the other is the big grudge in the Qinzheng Palace 007.

With their strength and the burdens they have, getting drunk is sometimes a luxury.
However, after fighting for a long time and drinking half a gourd of wine, both of them were red in the face.
In a sense, this is also a kind of war!
Tang Song watched the show with a smile on his face, drinking wine and eating mutton.

"This gamble determines the future of the empire. Even if the Emperor has held back the most powerful enemy, the pressure on the empire cannot be underestimated."

"There are billions of enemies heading for Holy Terra, and the Warp is blocked, and we have lost contact with more than 90% of the Imperium's planets.

This means that we will not receive any more reinforcements. The only ones that can come to support us are some nearby hives within 200 light years.
And since they have lost the subspace channel, even if they come to support, it will take years!"

(End of this chapter)