MTL - Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation-Chapter 377 Dorn's confusion (seeking subscription)

  Chapter 377 Dorn's confusion (seeking subscription)

  The inter-universe war unfolds in a form that ordinary people can't imagine.

  Many times, the appearance of imperial troops often represents the final harvest, rather than the early conquest.

  More preliminary work is done by local indigenous people.

  Relevant intelligence collection, elimination of key figures who may cause obstacles, and destruction of the local military defense system are all done by the indigenous people themselves.

  Those ambitious natives will obtain points by completing the tasks assigned by the empire, and then use the points to exchange for things in the hands of the empire.

  There are many things that can be exchanged.

  Even the fragments of divinity that the natives desire most, that can become gods, are also available.

   Those killed gods are often sent to the empire's factories for dissection and research.

   As for the so-called godhead and divinity of those gods, the empire naturally also has research.

   Simply put, divinity is a natural modifier that modifies data on the background of the universe.

  For example, the so-called divine fragments of the God of Thunder are a typical point-to-point modifier.

  Automatically convert the absorbed subspace energy into thunder, and release it by the user.

   This kind of thing is almost the same as the skill module of the heart of the empire in terms of principle.

  However, the aborigines are not clear about this, but they stubbornly believe that the so-called divinity fragments are extremely mysterious and have supreme power, which is their way to the gods.

  In fact, if the empire is willing, the factory can even mass-produce those so-called gods.

  The only thing that needs to be paid is resources and manpower.

   Nothing is mysterious. If you think something is mysterious, you should think about whether you are too ignorant.

  The creators behind the No. 03 universe reincarnation game disassembled such technology and packaged it into so-called talents.

   Players gather their talents and complete the job transfer task to gain divinity.

   Such means are extremely crude in the eyes of the high-level technical sages of the empire.

   Those players are happy with it, thinking that it is a path of evolution and detachment.

  Going crazy, I want to improve my level, collect fragments everywhere, thinking that I can transcend and become a god.

   Those players are no different from those who were colonized in the New World in exchange for gold, spices, and slaves with glass beads.

  There are always people who laugh at the stupidity of those people in the feudal era, but they don't know that they are also a stupid member.

   What is even more frightening is that the so-called growth and detachment just make the players themselves more delicious food.

  The empire uses points to hire local aborigines to work for itself, and then let them use points to buy props from themselves.

   This shameless method is also learned from the reincarnation game.

   It's really a guaranteed deal.

  The empire served as both referee and banker, while the natives, who were players, were completely manipulated.

  The natives know nothing about the manufacturing cost of props.

  One item can bring a hundred times, a thousand times, or even ten thousand times the return to the empire.

   To enlist an imperial soldier, you need to make compensation to the local area, and you need to spend a sum of resources to purchase weapons and equipment. If you die or retire, the empire needs to bear subsequent compensation and relief.

   Those players do not need compensation, nor do they want the empire to make any promises.

  Because of those points, even if they died in battle, the disabled would never complain about the empire, only hating themselves for not being careful enough.

   It’s not that the empire insisted on learning the game of reincarnation so inhumanely and irresponsibly, it’s mainly because of Zhenxiang.

   Those player tools are really cool.

   If you don't squeeze them well, it will definitely be a huge loss.

  In universes 04 and 05, a simple prop can allow a person to easily sell information about his world and become a spy of the empire willingly.

   They can even hire them to kill those who may hinder the expansion of the empire, weaken the defense of the universe itself, and allow the empire to enter it smoothly.

  The subspace demons will be restricted by the rules of the real universe.

  When imperial personnel enter other universes, they will also be restricted.

   Unless they use the completed cross-universe tunnel to enter, they can only use the devil's method to enter different universes.

  If those natives do not cooperate, the price the empire needs to pay to conquer a world is unimaginable.

   Putting down the doll in his hand, Dawn looked up at the huge factory.

  The interior space of the factory is very large, filled with all kinds of strange machines.

   Huge machines lined up in a long line, like huge metal mountains.

  The piston device does the same action over and over again, reciprocating back and forth amidst the roar.

   Endless energy pipelines, interspersed with countless panels and gauges.

  Witchlight runes glowed around the perimeter of the furnace.

  Technicians put the collected special substances into the furnace, and then purified, diluted, and proportioned.

  The cultivated psionic materials were also sent to complex machines, cut and woven into bunny dolls.

  According to different sizes, they are divided into Tutu Baron, Tutu Lord, Tutu Earl, Tutu Marquis, Tutu Duke, and Tutu King.

   In addition, there are Tutu Leader (Rebel Army), Tutu General (Rebel Army), Tutu Commander (Rebel Army), Tutu Soldier (Rebel Army), and Tutu Farmer (Rebel Army).

  The two series are completely different. The larger the title of the noble series, the larger the body size.

  The lower the status of the Rebel series, the bigger the size.

  After the dolls are ready, they will be classified and sent to different areas by the assembly line.

  Inject those prepared special substances into those prepared dolls, so that they can acquire special abilities.

  The props sought after by players - the rabbit doll has been manufactured.

  After quality inspection and sampling, it can be sent to other universes and circulated as props.

  For those indigenous people, only gods can create these props.

  It is so mysterious, but also has the power of rules.

   To the empire, they are just cheap assembly line products.

  Who would think that a few assembly line props with a range of only a few meters or tens of meters can change the situation on the battlefield? ?

  When a round of artillery goes down, thousands of kilometers around will be turned into coke.

  What is the use of props with a range of several meters or tens of meters?

  Those aborigines only want to become the so-called gods, and they are also doomed to sorrow.

  Even those special rule items born from the ashes of civilization are not very powerful in the eyes of high-level civilizations and Chaos Gods.

  That thing is like the coal and oil dug out of the planet.

  Those special regular props are only a high-level resource for the empire.

  Dig out diamonds, oil, and coal to rule the world?

  If not, why do you think that a few props can rule the world?

  Those civilizations have been destroyed.

  What can the embers they leave behind change anything!

   It's like a funeral object of an ancient king.

   At most, it is nothing more than changing a person's destiny and letting him get rid of the original poverty and mourning.

   But if it is placed in a civilization, it is doomed that nothing can be changed.

  No country or dynasty will become powerful because of the burial objects of an ancient king.

  The regular props caused by the deposition of ashes of civilization are no different from those funerary objects.

  There is a limit to what they can change.

  From a personal level, those burial objects are very useful, they can be used as antiques, sold at a good price, and change your own destiny.

  Standing at the level of a country and a power, those funeral objects are useless, and the wealth they bring is illusory.

   This is why rule-based items are useless against empires.

  The gaps and levels of civilizations are different, which leads to different cognitions.

   After listening to the supervisor's report to him, Don was also lost in thought.

   Although Guilliman only asked him to build fortresses and fortresses in various colonial universes.

   In fact, it also meant for him to consolidate the logistics of the empire.

   This is why the No. 01 universe shrouded in fog will be his first stop.

   Guilliman needs him to guarantee production here.

  The abilities of these items are of little use to Imperial forces.

  The scope of action is too small.

  The scope of action is large, and the side effects are also large.

   In addition, the empire does not lack means of attack.

  These props are of course tasteless, not of much use.

  But to those natives, it is very precious, and it is worth their lives in exchange for it.

   Guaranteeing the production of these props is conducive to the empire's control over those natives.

  Dawn suppressed the thoughts in his heart.

   Stepping towards the outside of the factory.

  The personal guard and a group of assistants hurriedly followed.

  The group left the rumbling factory behind.

   Walking out along the promenade, what came into view was a huge and magnificent human city.

   This city is built on a planet that has just been controlled by humans.

  The rules and order here are forcibly shaped by human will.

  The planets in the misty universe have two forms, one is a chaotic planet controlled by chaotic creatures, and the other is a human planet controlled by an empire.

  The laws of physics in this world have completely broken down.

   Worse than what happened with the Eye of Terror.

   The Eye of Terror is just a sore.

   In Mist Universe No. 01, the entire corpse is pus-filled, and all the cells are dead.

  The two are quite different.

   To reshape the rules of a universe, it is difficult to do it with the current strength of the empire, and it will take a very long time, calculated in tens of thousands of years.

  All the empire can do at present is to nail their own nails one by one in the fragmented foggy universe to maintain their own colonies.

  Because of the idealistic nature of subspace energy, the creatures who control the planet can shape the controlled planet according to their own ideas.

   Chaos creatures tend to shape it into a horrible hell, or some kind of sweet trap.

  The burning blood lake, the weird crystal labyrinth, the stinky and rotten garden, etc., all kinds of terrible things will emerge with the will of the controller, changing the appearance of the planet.

  Even burning stars are altered.

   All in all, as long as there are weird things that can be imagined, the warp will form in some form.

  If humans can control a planet, then this planet will also be shaped by them.

  The usual practice of the imperial army is to expel the chaotic creatures of a world and build a statue of the holy emperor.

  With the help of the mechanical sages, the statue built will connect to the firewall of the Holy Emperor's will.

   thus anchoring that planet.

  Enabling humans to control that world, reshape that planet according to human needs, and enable the development and exploration teams of the empire to live normally.

  The idealistic universe is like this, no one can be an exception.

  Demons want to do that, humans have to do that too.

  When Donn walked to the gate of the factory, it was getting dark.

  The sky is very strange, there is no light at all.

   There is no moon and no stars.

  Only pure darkness covers the sky.

   There is something in the void, but it is blocked by the protective barrier of the empire.

  The Empire reverse-analyzed the wall of origin separating different parallel universes in Universe 02 and the plane crystal wall of the reincarnation game in Universe 03, and created a protective barrier belonging to the Empire to protect the planets controlled by the Empire from being invaded by chaotic creatures.

   Only a few places allow direct viewing of the corrupted void.

   For the general public, those things are too weird and scary.

   It’s better to pretend that it doesn’t exist.

   At that time, Dawn will build the webway again, and everything will be perfect.

  Using the webway to connect the colony protected by the barrier perfectly isolates the chaos creatures.

   No matter how scary the outside is, it has nothing to do with the territory controlled by the empire.

  Dawn looked at the huge colonial city, and after a while, he turned to his assistant.

   "Let's go to the front line." Don said, "Go and see the enemy of this universe."

  Due to Donne's special status, his request was quickly met.

   A warship awaits him at the spaceport.

  The task of the battleship is to send Dawn, the Eldar who followed him to Universe 01, and related technical personnel to the frontline battlefield.

  The spaceport is still within the protection range of the barrier, but not when it is out of the spaceport.

  Standing by the porthole of the battleship, the horror belonging to Universe 01 also rushed towards Dorne.

  The horrors in the void are enough to drive an ordinary person mad.

  The corruption here goes way beyond the Eye of Terror.

  The entire void is wriggling with eerie tentacles covered in knots and sores.

  It's like hundreds of millions of poisonous snakes crawling and intertwining.

   Countless eyes opened and closed.

  Thousands of mouths are whispering, and the weird and crazy laughter echoes in the darkness everywhere.

   The Geller force field of the battleship is specially strengthened, which can keep corruption out.

   It's not like sailing through the void or subspace at all, but like walking through tentacles.

  Those tentacles clung to the periphery of Geller's force field, trying to pull it into the endless dark abyss, but they couldn't succeed because of the protection of Geller's force field and Guilliman's will.

  Those weird and terrifying mouths let out desperate and mournful cries, mourning the departure of their prey.

  The only good thing about this universe is that there are no horrible evil gods.

  Maybe this place has been squeezed dry, and there are no creatures to provide emotions for the Chaos Gods, and they will also feel bored and uninteresting.

   Without enough food, those predators naturally left. A ruined, dilapidated universe was left behind.

   There is nothing surprising about this.

  This is the nature of many Chaos gods, they desire destruction rather than creation.

  They don't have any idea of ​​​​protecting ecological balance.

  It’s like a game of reincarnation, squeezing by all means, harvesting joy and pain to fill the hunger that will never be satisfied, until the entire universe collapses and dies.

   "My lord, you shouldn't look directly at that terrifying universe like this." Evelyn, the spiritual prophet who came to the misty universe with Donne, said.

After the Battle of Cadia, Selego also separated the key members of the Ark Eldar and the Harlequin Drama Troupe, and some of them continued to stay with Guilliman, assisting each other, and at the same time supervised whether the other party would perform the task of saving the soul. The promise of the clan gods.

  The other part is to go to different universes with the troops of the empire to explore the way of truth, and at the same time connect the Eldar and humans more closely.

   "They can't corrupt me." Dorn said, "I'm just confused and at a loss for some things."

   Evelyn looked at Donne, with a hint of surprise in her heart.

  The strength of the Primarch is obvious to all. Will they also show their weak side like other mortals? ?

   "Why are you at a loss, Lord Dorn." Evelyn asked.

   "I'm wondering how long this war has been going on?" Dorn stared at the terrifying scene outside, an abandoned battleship with a spindle-shaped front and a cylindrical rear drifted by in the twisted void.

  It has lost power and its hull is corrupted, with eerie eyes and flesh covering the hull.

   Just floating like that.

   There is no doubt that the ship belongs to those destroyed civilizations in this universe.

  The ultimate fate of those civilizations is to be swallowed by the warp, including their souls and everything created.

  ps: There is still 8,000 short of the task of 20,000 daily updates, and we still need to work hard. Even if it is water, I must have enough water for 20,000 a day.

  (end of this chapter)