Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The huge figures of the original bodies appeared. They were extremely conspicuous on the battlefield, and their armor also had protection.

However, as primarchs, their protection is obviously better.

The most devout nun in the Order of Sisters was chained to Dorne's giant shield and armor, and a nun's burning stake was inserted behind his back. The golden light of strong faith enveloped Dorne's body.

Tzeentch's Metamorphosis weaves deadly sorcery against Dorne, but the Great Sister in him blocks these attacks.

The evil spell did not cause any harm, but the nun vomited a mouthful of blood. There was only piety on her face, and no painful weakness was shown.

Dorn approached the trembling Lord of Changes and easily broke his neck.

"You did a good job." A rare smile appeared on Dorn's stiff face, and the nun on his armor was moved to tears at that time.

"It is my honor to dedicate my strength to the Emperor's children!"

The religious world of the empire provided strong support for the war. The fanatical crowd knew the emperor's holy words by heart. Even if their throats were hoarse and they were coughing up blood, they still chanted.

A man lay dead on the ground, his last homage to the Emperor, his body was picked out by the Servo-Skull, and cast into the fire under the watchful eyes of the Ecclesiarchs, and his cauterized ashes were carried to the battlefield, where Perturabo's cannonballs These things are needed to strengthen the lethality against demons...

"This... this is impossible! This kind of thing can't happen!" Chagatai's face turned pale. He couldn't think about it anymore. He looked at his brothers, his tone full of despair.

The other three Primarchs knew where Jaghatai's despair came from. This kind of thing is entirely possible in today's Empire, or even worse.

"People in the entire empire will go crazy... They will work hard to prove themselves, so that they can die... on us..." Dorn said with a heavy tone.

"For them, this is a gift..." Fulgrim pursed his lips and sighed. He had done many such things when he fell.

Tie living people to shields, use dismembered pieces of living flesh to make bullets... But this is ultimately forced, and only a few people who are driven crazy by Slaanesh's pollution will actively choose such a cruel fate.

"Haha..." Perturabo smiled stiffly, "If Conrad Coates were here, I think he would definitely give away the title of Midnight Ghost."

"Corax will definitely collapse after seeing this. He will follow the path of Curze and go crazy to take revenge on the entire empire."

Odemeyer took a sip of coffee, her expression was quite plain, "This can be done completely. Change all the planets in a galaxy into a religious world, restrict all knowledge, maintain the most basic life, and let the people of the planet become Become the most extreme ascetic. It’s cheap and easy.”

"Let's try the vaccine... If we do choose the second path, we give up everything as humans and become indistinguishable from the demons of the warp."

Odemeyer was not going to use the vaccine directly in the cafeteria. He had to find a place to test the effect first.

The criteria are also very simple, just find a world caught in a war.

Through psionic magic, Bietan's prophets found a place that met Odemair's needs - the civilized world of Lodcloud.

The civilized world is the most widely distributed world within the empire. As long as a planet can achieve the most basic self-sufficiency and its technological level reaches the minimum standards set by the empire, it will be marked as a civilized world by the Ministry of the Interior.

The densely populated and heavily guarded capital world; the mineral world where precious minerals are produced and everyone on the planet is a miner; and the agricultural world where the entire planet is filled with fields can all be classified as civilized worlds.

The civilized world of Lord Cloud can be regarded as a manufacturing world for the time being, capable of producing laser guns, artillery, armored vehicles, etc. for use by the Astra Militarum.

The two largest military factories have become the core of the planet, and even the hives housing countless residents are built around the factories.

The two hives are managed by two governors respectively. They swear allegiance to the empire under the double-headed eagle, but in private they both work hard to become the sole master of the planet.

Political struggles, commercial sanctions, hired assassins.

When all milder measures failed, they had only one option.

war.

The Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs is not willing to get involved in minor disputes on the planet. They only care about tax issues. As long as the two governors pay the tithe tax in time, they will not bat an eyelid even if the planet's people are dead.

The Imperial War Office will regard war on the planet as a selection of the Emperor, and soldiers who can survive the civil war will become excellent reserves for the Astra Militarum.

As for the issue of losses...

What's the loss?

The population of the planet? Resources on the planet? The cost of rebuilding?

You're making too much of a fuss.

Entering the huge warehouse of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, watching the servo skull holding marked documents and filling them on the towering shelves, you took out a relatively new parchment roll from the back of the passing servant of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

You won't take a second look at the attendants. Their status is just a little better than that of slaves. The smoke rising from the candles lit in the corner is ten thousand times more precious than the attendants.

But these attendants were not randomly selected. They graduated from the middle-level colleges in the hive city and were admitted to the imperial department with the expectation of their hard-working parents.

They were insignificant in the eyes of officials and nobles.

They are the most promising children in the eyes of their parents and neighbors living in the hive.

Stromark Incident: Two planets went to war because of political disputes, and their war affected tax payments.

The Adeptus Militia mobilized both Space Marine Chapters and ordered them to use any means necessary to end the conflict.

The Flesh Tearers cut a bloody path on Planet One. Their unstoppable and ruthless fighting style scared the people of the planet into submission.

There is no living person outside the wall - this is how the survivors hiding in the room on Star recall the past.

The Red Angel Chapter was more moderate. They airborne five Fury-class Dreadnoughts and killed all the powerful people in the No. Star High Command within a few hours.

The surviving low-ranking officers signed a peace treaty, saying that they would restore the system's production quota as soon as possible to pay taxes.

Three hundred billion inhabitants died in the civil war and Space Marine attacks, and eight million buildings were razed to the ground. Fifteen million buildings have been destroyed, seven continents have been declared uninhabitable, and four oceans have turned to dust.

Some would describe this as a disaster, but for the Empire it was just an inconvenience.

The Flesh Tearers have been affected by gene-seed diseases for a long time and are uncontrollably murderous. Few troops want to fight alongside them.