Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 437 Monitor Legion (for subscription)

   Lucifer standing behind the counter showed an expression of disbelief.

  Constantine's introduction made his mind confused.

  Constantine, Constantine, Constantine, still Constantine.

  Konstantin went to participate in an infinite parallel war, and brought back so many Constantines at once!

  Empire TM is opened by his family!

  How is the treatment completely different from other superheroes!

   None of them hang up?

   All voted for the empire? ?

   There is not even a Constantine who fought the empire for his homeland!

  How can there be people in this world who have no moral integrity at all? ?

  If it's an individual in a parallel universe, forget it.

  The problem is that all parallel universe individuals are like this, which is somewhat grassy.

  The many ancient gods who had lost their divine power in Lucifer's bar also looked strange at this time.

  As the grace of the Holy Emperor, those gods and demons who voluntarily surrender and cooperate with the empire to surrender their authority and power can receive certain preferential treatment.

   They have no believers and no divine power.

  Daily life is to hang out in Lucifer's bar, being a waste who eats and waits to die.

  At this time, they looked at Constantine with admiration, dullness, and more incredulity.

  Before the empire came, Constantine was always able to do all kinds of things that made them dumbfounded and unexpected.

  A mortal was deceived in the world of gods and demons, and like a profiteer, he mortgaged his soul to dozens of gods and devils.

  I thought this guy would take it off because of this.

  Who knew that when the empire came, Constantine actually showed them what it means to turn over to the top.

  From a god-loathed, hell-spiked **** stick, he turned into a hot imperial civil servant.

   Even received a summons from the holy emperor of this terrible empire.

   Think about what kind of concept this is.

  Konstantin accomplished what many people could not do in their lifetime.

  Those things even the gods can't do.

   Don't think this is a joke.

  Even the gods have things that they cannot accomplish.

   Otherwise, there would be no change of gods.

  Manpower is always exhausted, and so is God.

  There is no eternity in the world, and there is no omnipotence.

   Lucifer feels the same way.

  Hell no longer exists, and so does Heaven.

   Several of his former bosses were destroyed by the empire.

  If such a thing happened before, who would have imagined it!

  If in the past, someone told Lucifer's immediate boss in the future, the God of heaven would be killed, his head would be hung at the gate of the lost paradise, and he would become a bar owner, relying on selling alcohol for a living.

  He must think that the other party is a lunatic, and throw the other party into the frying pan.

  In the past, who would have thought something like that would happen? ?

  In the concept of many gods, gods are gods, and they will never hang out with mortals, let alone support themselves.

   But now, he is selling wine, and those ancient gods are either sweeping the floor or serving as waiters.

  Wearing black silk, the beauty who shuttled among the guests with drinks was once the most powerful succubus under him.

   is also his executioner, who specializes in executing those villains who dare to believe in Christianity.

  The guy with the scruffy hair, the whites of the eyes, and the broomstick was once an Old God.

  The one who cleans the toilet is Abaddon, the king of diseases.

   There are many other scattered ones.

  Life is not easy, gods and demons are performing arts.

  The empire came, and the deceived Constantine turned into a master.

  Which blind person dares to ask him for the previous debt.

  Master Constantine borrowed something, that's worthy.

   If you dare to beep, let the iron fist of the empire educate the diehards of the old era.

   Many gods and demons owed by Constantine have nothing to do with him.

  Before, you could threaten him with death.

  Even if he is not a believer, he will spend a lot of money to get him, and then torture him and make him pay the price.

   It is worth mentioning that the realm of the gods can only accept believers who believe in them.

   This is not only a tacit understanding among the gods, but also an iron rule of the soul world.

   Even if a person commits evil, if he does not believe in Christ, then his soul will not enter hell, nor will he accept God's judgment.

   Of course, no **** would say that.

  They will only emphasize that the unbelievers will fall into the abyss, or be swallowed by the primordial destroyer.

  No salesman will say that the products he sells are not good.

   No **** will admit that there are things he cannot do.

  Some people think that God is sublime, mysterious, and different from everything in the world.

  This idea is wrong.

   To put it bluntly, God is like a salesman.

   Foolish and ignorant mortals might object that God is omnipotent.

  Lucifer has seen many before, and they will always try their best to extract a few words from religious books, thinking that God is omnipotent.

  In fact, there is no omnipotence in this world.

  The limit that mortals can imagine is nothing more than manipulating others, or making a person who doesn't love themselves fall in love with themselves.

   Their imaginations are so barren, it's so easy to cheat.

   It only takes a little illusion or demagogy to bluff them.

   To put it bluntly, a top rich man may be omnipotent to the poor.

"Boss, it's really impossible. Let's close our business today!" The executioner-Maze, who was dressed in black silk, a maid uniform, and two rabbit ears on his head, walked to Lucifer's side and whispered, "So many Kang Si Dante, we're going to be broken."

  Maze's figure is extremely hot, with a protruding front and back, a waist that can be grasped, fair complexion, red lips, and smooth curves full of temptation.

   "Don't use such ambiguous words to talk about things." Lucifer gave his subordinates a supercilious look, "You say that, it makes me and Constantine have some ulterior secrets."

   "No? I think Constantine seems to always like to run to you, and he doesn't spend as much time with his fiancee as he does with you!" Maitz looked at Lucifer, his seductive eyes were teasing.

  Lucifer:.

   "How about it! Members of my team." After the introduction, Constantine slapped the long table with a slap, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he looked very proud.

  From ancient times to the present, who can be as outstanding as him and gather so many Constantines.

   "It's quite distinctive." Lucifer looked at a bunch of Constantines of different sizes and heights, and showed a forced smile.

   "So it's Little Morning Star." A childish voice sounded.

  Lucifer looked down and found that it was Lori Constantine.

  The other party was wearing a long pink dress, with a round face, looking extremely cute.

   If the tone is not so old-fashioned, it will be perfect.

   "Children, don't talk like that." Lucifer looked at Lori Constantine and said.

   "Uncle is so gentle." Lori Constantine showed a cute expression, tried to stand on tiptoe, and stretched out her slender, silky little hands.

  Lucifer stretched out his hand unsuspectingly.

   As a result, Lori Constantine grabbed her and pulled her out from behind the counter.

  The whole person rotates 360 degrees, and then slams on a bar table, smashing it to pieces.

  Lolita Constantine yelled ah ah ah ah, raised a stool beside her and rushed up, about to give the former Lord of the Fallen Angels a headshot.

  If it wasn’t for the other Constantine’s timely action, Lucifer might have to go to the hospital.

"I forgot to tell you that she is a cruel loli." Constantine pulled up the face of Lucifer with a face covered in embarrassment, with a terrified expression on his face, "With that loli face, she deceived a group of Unjustly seeded local gods, more in debt than the rest of us combined."

  Looking at the cute loli who was held tightly by the arm of the strong Constantine, still baring her teeth and claws, wanting Lucifer to look good.

  Lucifer suddenly felt an old trough in his heart, not knowing whether to vomit or not.

  He limped back to his counter.

   "I should get used to it. Constantine is like this. No matter what you become, you will be the same. Remember to pay for that table, or I will sue you at the Ministry of Justice of the Empire."

  This small episode made the many ancient beings in Lucifer's bar shudder.

   One by one lowered their heads, for fear that the group of Constantine would notice themselves.

  The ordinary imperial citizens were extremely excited.

  Konstantin can always bring them some interesting stories or rumors.

   It can be regarded as a rare regulator of their daily boring life.

  They went up one by one, greeted Constantine, and encouraged him to tell stories about the imperial expedition.

  The scope of the empire's expedition has become larger and larger.

   Every day new worlds are discovered, conquered, and incorporated into the hallowed realm of the Empire.

  People's cheers and adoring eyes can satisfy people's vanity.

  Constantines are also mortals and cannot be exempted from the vulgar.

  Many Constantines were dragged over by people, gathered around them, and listened to their stories.

  Constantine, who was Lucifer's true friend, was sitting in front of the counter, chatting with Lucifer with a glass of ale.

   "How's the situation of the imperial expedition?" Lucifer rubbed the place where he was thrown just now. Without his divine power, he was plagued by these minor injuries and pains just like ordinary people.

"It's not like that, beat those superheroes, and deal with those self-righteous gods." Constantine said casually: "I am not a regular army, at most I am a militiaman, arresting the infinite family, escorting some rebellious gods, Other things are basically out of our turn.”

   Lucifer, who was wiping the wine glass, complained helplessly in his heart.

  When are the infinite family and the traitorous gods so unbearable, they are only worthy of fighting the militia recruited by the empire.

   "Didn't you hear any rumors?" Lucifer asked.

When Constantine heard this, he looked at Lucifer and said, "What is there to inquire about! I can't finish my work. This time, I captured Death and Superman from the parallel universe No. 0414 and brought them back. , to come to you for a sip of wine, and you have to arrest people after drinking."

  Hearing this, Lucifer was silent for a moment before asking.

   "Have you seen Lucifer from other universes?"

Constantine nodded, and then added: "The Surrender Act has been amended. Only those gods and demons who are willing to imprint and serve the empire can survive. Many of them have been assigned to subspace-related departments. Don't think you can Setting up a Lucifer exclusive bar, the empire will not allow it."

   "I don't have such bad taste as you, and I specially formed a Constantine team." Lucifer's tone made no secret of his contempt for Constantine.

  When he saw a group of Constantine walking in from the door, he was in a mess.

  What is the little shock of Constantine!

   This is the little shock of Constantine!

   "This is a like-minded elite team." Constantine brushed his hair.

   "Sir, please pay attention. I am a serious succubus who abides by the laws of the empire. If you do this again, I will sue you."

  An angry voice attracted the attention of the audience.

  When everyone looks over.

   It was discovered that Constantine was harassing the beautiful female bartender, that is, Lucifer's former executive-Maze.

  Old Constantine frowned, with a wretched smile on his face.

  Ding Ding Ding Constantin also twisted the waist of his male dog with eight-pack abs, doing in-and-out poses.

  Even Lori Constantine used her little hands to smack other bartenders.

   "You guys are really like-minded." Lucifer said mockingly: "Especially in terms of reproduction."

  Constantine: . .

   These guys, they are too tricked themselves!

   "Enough is enough for you." Constantine stopped the team members from doing anything wrong, "Have you forgotten the last time you played Miss Death badly and was punished? Do you want to talk to the imperial judge?"

  As soon as these words came out, several Constantine shrugged and dispersed.

  Lolita Konstantin still didn't give up. When she turned her head, she even gave Mads a few winks, showing that she was insane.

   Occasional episodes emerge in endlessly, showing the true colors of Constantine.

   But nothing happened.

  Konstantin's team just drank and went to perform the mission again.

   Those guerrillas who defied the empire urgently need their lackeys of the empire to suppress them.

  Humans always like to use poetry to express war and the end of all things.

  Scholars and poets tried their best to romanticize the sacrifices.

   Yet real wars are never romantic.

   All it reveals is cruelty and gore.

  The war here is destined not to be known to ordinary people.

  The huge amount of information and the evil truth between universes will burn their brains.

  The rapid siren sounded throughout the Expedition Celestial-class battleship.

  Busy staff running around, trying their best to maintain the damaged ship.

   Explosions and flames everywhere.

  The wounded were carried down, or directly executed, trying to release their souls before they were corrupted, and let them return to the embrace of the Holy Emperor.

  Death, screams, wailing, crying, all sounds echoed.

  If you look down from the vast void, you can see that a large part of a celestial-class battleship comparable to a planet has been bitten off.

   Raging flames and explosions continue to appear at the gap.

  Occasionally, maintenance personnel and machinery will be thrown out, turned into ice sculptures, or die from lack of oxygen

  The original space-time data is lost, and the time retrospective device has failed.

  The Overseer Legion has the same level of strength as the Empire.

  As in the past, every battle requires a lot of lives to win.

  Titus stood on the podium, staring at those screens, looking for a breakthrough in the battle situation from the feedback sent to him by other troops.

  The empire paid a lot of sacrifices to keep the enemy in the fortress.

   Now, all it takes is one final move to kill them all.

  This is a war waged against God, which is far more tragic than those wars against superheroes.

  A brother of the Primarch of the Holy Emperor sits on the battlefield, and countless troops under his command attack the enemy's fortress.

  The Overseer Fortress is a giant palace built in dimensional space, assembled from various complex geometric buildings.

  It is extremely complex, and it will infinitely extend towards non-existent angles.

  It is as if the three-dimensional living body is suddenly thrown into the four-dimensional world, and the eyes will have the feeling of infinite details.

  In that space, the speed of time and direction are reversed.

   Imperial forces struggled in it.

  Glenn and his 0142 assault team are attacking a cube-shaped building.

  He has completed four generations of original casting upgrades, and the built-in Empire Heart also has the latest version of the rule concept rewriter, which has the ability to change the surrounding physical laws or space-time data.

  However, in this war against the Overwatch Legion, this god-like power is not enough to crush the enemy and change the battlefield.

  The building overflows with a strange brilliance.

  These lights have the ability to distort space-time and prevent detection.

  Glenn knew the Watchers were here, hiding, waiting for the Empire to fall into their trap.

   He has already lost many brothers in this battle.

  The humming of the brooding man can be heard incessantly.

   Inputting the outlined five-dimensional map into Glenn's mind made his brain ache.

  His brain is not designed to process these high-dimensional data.

  The monitor fortress is located in the dimensional space, as long as they are willing and have enough technology, they can build buildings of any dimension.

  It is like the webway that the Old Ones once built.

  Humans find it incredible, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

  The team is advancing, and the spirit of every soldier is very vigilant.

  The time flow here is not uniform.

   Some people move quickly, some people move slowly.

   This is one of the weird features of these buildings.

  Accompanied by a sharp voice, a monster with sharp and smooth limbs and a whole body as smooth as glass, without eyes and facial features, jumped out of the brilliance.

  Its sharp limbs pierced through the body of a Primaris warrior in an instant.

  The time of the soldier who was stabbed seemed to be sped up thousands of times.

   Before the soldier showed any pain, he aged rapidly, his skin sagged, and finally turned into wind and sand.

   Made of high-density materials, enough to defend, the armor of the extinction attack has lost its luster, revealing mottled and rusted traces of time.

  Glenn raised the bolter and fired at it.

  The bullet carrying annihilation matter hit the monster.

   In a series of piercing screams, it was turned into burning, floating embers.

   This is a start, more monsters jumped out of the brilliance, and launched an attack on Glenn and others.

  They are hidden in those special lights, unable to be detected and found.

  When Primaris warriors enter their domain, they will leap out and attack the Empire.

  They all carry the brilliance of psionic energy, distorting the space-time and the passage of time around them.

  Glenn killed twenty or thirty, possibly more.

  His counter is disturbed by the time flow, there is no way to count the number of kills.

  The annihilation substance contained in the special explosive bomb can turn those monsters into ashes from the inside out.

  He fired all the bullets in it.

   Seeing the helmet indicate that the ammunition is empty, he activates his axe.

   However, he did not win the final victory.

   A monster pierces his helmet.

   pierced his brain.

  【Warning has been attacked by time flow acceleration, and is correcting its own time flow. 】

  【Warning, I am correcting my own time flow, please leave the dangerous area in time. 】

  The piercing voice echoed in Glenn's mind.

  His time seemed to be stretched infinitely, he experienced a long and slow death.

  Although in the eyes of other fighters outside, the moment he was stabbed, he was turned into sand under the ravages of time.

  Glenn didn't feel that way. He felt that it took so long for eternity to usher in the final darkness.

  On the podium, Titus saw another information feedback appear on the screen.

   All members of Assault Team No. 142 were killed in battle, and then they were brushed down and replaced by more death messages.

  The death information is like a tide, flowing continuously, as if there is no end.

  (end of this chapter)