Sci-Fi War, Start With An Upgradeable Spaceship

The performance of the Satellite Bastion amazed everyone.

It also made the rebels understand that if they insisted on attacking by force, they would probably lose everything in this place.

The assistance that Sanguinius brought was beyond anyone's imagination.

Humans possess far more power than gods, at least on a physical level.

Tyra.

The hot wind rolled up dust clouds, sweeping across the desolate desert basin.

The twilight of the distant sky was reflected crimson by a burning nest.

A hive has mutinied.

Even after witnessing the majestic power controlled by humans, they threw themselves into the arms of the gods without hesitation.

The long-term dreams made them weak-minded, and the return of the darkness carried by Horus made them completely collapsed and became demented things played by evil gods.

A swirling cloud of dust stagnated for a few seconds, then spun faster and faster, as if controlled by some mysterious force.

The air around it was excited by the sudden surge of energy, and the flashes oscillated in the dust, dancing to form the vague figure of a man.

A blue flash appeared in the air, and then cut an uneven trajectory down the road.

The trajectory was slowly torn apart, and a crack appeared, and blue-purple waves flowed out.

A man stepped out of the crack.

He has short black hair.

Strands of silver hair emerged from the black hair for the first time.

He licked his chapped lips.

The chasm closed behind him, leaving him in the desert.

An old woman, wrapped in a pale scarf and a dark red coat, sits on a rock.

Seeing the appearance of the man, her eyes widened.

The old woman's body was thin, and one arm was made of metal.

There is a bag next to it, which is full of clothes, and there is some water next to it.

"Who are you?" the old woman looked at the man and asked.

"People like to call me John," the man said.

"Then which side do you stand on, the Warmaster is still the Emperor." The old woman asked doubtfully.

John could see the woman's hand trying to draw a weapon.

It was a laser pulse gun with a caliber of 0.5cm, and a random shot could break his head.

"I belong to myself, no one is my master, you are very vigilant, but I have no malice.

John said.

"I come from that hive, and they are all mad, shouting the name of unclean false gods." "The woman pointed to the huge hive that rose in flames in the distance.

It was so grand, towering into the sky.

But now, it's burning.

The smell of blood and fear emanates from there.

"That shameful traitor brought the flames of war back to the holy land of mankind. 99 The old lady drew out her gun and pointed at John, are you one of those traitors?

"I'm on the other side," John said.

He didn't care about the woman pointing the gun at him, but looked up at the sky.

A huge flash made him aware that the war in space was still going on.

The flash comparable to the sun came from the edge of the galaxy, showing the confrontation between human beings and evil gods, and the contempt of human beings for evil gods.

"Human beings are much stronger than the esoteric religion imagined. Traitors are not their opponents. If humans can survive, there is probably nothing that can be their opponents.

Seeing the flash in the sky, John said to himself.

He is an agent of the Esoteric Cult, an artificial immortal.

Esoteric religion was created by the Eldar, and John worked for them.

Those damn long ears originally had technology beyond human beings, they gave John eternal life, let him serve the secret religion and commit the crime of betraying mankind.

In Macragge, he stabbed the spear in the chest of Vulkan, Primarch of the Salamanders.

Of course, that wasn't to kill Vulcan.

When facing Vulkan, John hesitated.

He understood what the esoteric religion wanted to do.

They want themselves to give the spear to the night ghost, Curze.

Only Curze with that spear could kill the Primarch, all Primarchs loyal to the Emperor and to Men.

Only in this way, the emperor who lost his loyalty to the Primarch will surely fail under the siege of Horus.

Humanity will also soon come to an end.

Chaos will be destroyed with the destruction of mankind.

This is their prophecy.

How much of it is true, John does not know.

Not at all, John thought, if those long ears could predict the future so accurately.

Then their Eldar empire would not be reduced to ruins in the long river of time.

When faced with the final decision.

John ultimately chose his race.

He injected his life energy into Vulcan's body, helping Vulcan reshape his soul so that Vulcan can continue to fight for mankind.

Originally, John was dead.

But he still didn't die, those long ears rescued him and gave him a new mission.

John didn't want to do it.

But every secret agent is involuntary and controlled by them.

The last time they were able to go against their will, they had exhausted their cards.

Now it's either to do what they tell you to do, or suffer from hopeless pain.

Don't expect to die.

In this world, death will only be a more painful thing.

The Eldar have mastered the psionic technique of manipulating the dead.

They may continue to torture them after death.

John was sent back to Terra.

He has to complete his mission before he can qualify for death.

The task is also very simple, you must find a way to help Horus win.

Only in this way, human beings will perish in the galaxy.

Chaos will also gradually weaken, and finally die completely.

"Even if the Emperor is dead, humans probably won't perish." John looked at the sky and shook his head.

With such power alone, even if only one loyal primarch survived, they would probably beat the rebels.

The smoke and dust rose, and the old woman blinked, only to find that the person was gone.

She looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that the other party had left, she put away her gun and left.

The nest where generations have lived has been reduced to a chaotic place of burning, killing and looting by believers of evil gods. Only by staying away can one survive.

With Horus returning to Terra, many forces entered Terra.

All kinds of powerful races believe in the religions of the gods. They all think that they have mastered the final truth and are qualified to become an important weight on the balance of war.

It is not only them who have such thoughts, but also Horus, the dark gods and so on.

Unfortunately, no one knows.

Fate had been doomed in Macragge, and victory would be human.

When the four loyal Primarchs chose to support Lu Sha in sending a message for help.

The victory of the battle is already doomed.

The choice of ants is meaningless in front of the giant steel wheel that transcends the times.

Whether it's the gods or the Eldar, nothing they do makes sense.

In the face of the majestic power of the multiverse, everything in this universe is doomed to be crushed by the terrible power of human beings, and no one is spared.

It will still be some time before the final judgment arrives.

The laughter of the gods and traitors also laughed wildly in ignorance.

Unaware of the imminent destruction, they thought victory was close at hand.

galaxy outskirts.

Abaddon, who realized that he could not win the frontal space battle, could only rely on the power of the gods.

Otherwise the rebels will be defeated.

The technology possessed by the Loyalist is too powerful, and that damned mysterious aid is even more terrifying than he imagined.

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What's more terrible is another thing, Guilliman is on the way to bring people to Terra.

The Lord of the Thirteenth Legion has an army that will atomize traitors and loyalists throughout the solar system.

If they can't capture the solar system before Guilliman arrives.

At that time, even if the emperor's brain is insane, he will not be the opponent of Guilliman who is coming after him if he is on the side of Horus.

Guilliman carried more star destroyers and fire battleships, and even mature anti-psychic facilities.

It is completely against the gods and traitors.

Once they miss the time, they will never have any chance of winning.

The evil gods also feared the Emperor's victory.

Once the emperor wins, it means that they will most likely be isolated from the galaxy by the emperor using the webway.

Then occupying this universe will leave a gap until one day it will be expelled.

In order to win the final victory, they also need to put all their eggs in one basket.

Countless demons are being driven.

There is a price for these invisible things to come to the real universe.

But Horus and the traitors paid the price with unimaginable lives, and opened the door for these invisible things with the death and blood of a large number of humans.

The prayer ceremony accompanied by Arakh ended.

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The shadow shuttles through each space station, and the darkness gathered at the edge of the fire surges upwards, spreads the walls, and swallows all light.

Whispering echoed in everyone's mind.

An observer was walking briskly down the passage when suddenly he stopped, a sense of foreboding overpowering him.

Eerie whispers and hoarse laughter came from the darkness.

He took out the gun on his waist, and the arc jumped at the muzzle, ready to burst out a beam of light at any time.

Accompanied by a gust of wind that passed through the teeth of a skeleton, a strange creature came out of the darkness.

A huge eyeball grew sharp hands and feet.

Its flesh and blood are like foul-smelling swamp mud, tumbling with blackened bubbles, and an ominous and nauseating breath pours into the observer's mouth and nose.

He swore he had never seen such a ghastly hoodoo.

Like some kind of monster that should only exist in nightmares.

They carry the utmost malice and hatred.

The body of the observer is reflected in the tawny pupils of the eyeball monster, which is full of mockery and sarcasm.

Such a thing should not exist in the real universe.

Form given by the vicious sorcery and sacrifices of traitors.

Their existence is the greatest mockery of real creatures, and the blasphemy and malice of life.

"Damn it." The observer immediately realized that this was definitely not a friend of human beings, but those terrible monsters trying to pull human beings into the eternal abyss.

He fired immediately, pulling the trigger continuously.

The pulsed laser pierced through the flesh monster's body.

But he didn't notice that there was a withered monster with blood oozing out from behind him.

The monster pierced through the observer's flesh and limbs with a sword, and let out a hideous laugh.

The observer was deprived of all life evolution, and a vicious seed was planted in his body.

Another hideous but completely different monster crawled out of his body and fled into the darkness.

This is not a special case, but an all-out attack from darkness.

Countless screams sounded everywhere, and the battle broke out inside the defense line.

The gods must destroy Terra, only in this way can they gain the right to rule the galaxy and thus control the entire universe.

On the satellite level fortress.

Sigismund, who was sitting in the control room, also heard the screams from all over the fortress.

"Here comes Abaddon.

Before dying, an Imperial Fist called out the rebellious name Guang in the communication.