Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

The God of Corruption snorted coldly. Although he was full of dissatisfaction, he did not object in the end.

Slaanesh clapped his hands and spun around excitedly: "Oh, dear Abaddon, show us your dance moves. Let the stars burn for you, just like your father!"

As a result, the pace of the Black Crusade accelerated, and the shadow of chaos spread across the starry sea.

An unprecedented crisis has arrived.

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Obviously, the news from the Empire was lagging behind. The war of Armageddon had reached its final stage. The legions of the human empire had almost collapsed, their defenses had been torn apart, their cities had been reduced to ruins, and their generals had suffered heavy casualties.

Originally, the defense of this place was impregnable, but with the help of a group of green-skinned gear boys who looked similar to ordinary fart spirits but possessed incredible technical capabilities, the Great Khan successfully created an entire battle moon and then smashed it on Armageddon, causing the entire planet to undergo a devastating geological change, just like Terra when it was visited by Theia. More than 80% of the defenders were killed, and the rest were in desperate situation.

At this time, even if the emperor appeared, it would be difficult to change anything because there is still a battle moon in the sky.

At the center of this battlefield stood Great Khan Gorguz the Headhunter, one of the most powerful greenskin warlords the galaxy has ever seen.

He rode on a giant Skug beast, wearing a finely crafted battle armor that was better than the Terminator produced by the Empire, holding a giant battle axe with a handle thicker than a tank barrel, looking down at the remnants of the Empire who were still resisting stubbornly.

Their armor was riddled with holes, their ammunition was running low, and even their battle flags were stained black with blood. They stood on their last stand, panting, awaiting their inevitable end.

But Goguz didn't immediately order a charge. Instead, he laughed loudly, a laugh that shook the earth like a storm that even the lightning trembled. He raised his axe and pointed it at the humans, his voice rolling like thunder.

"Hey, you shrimps! Seeing you guys sitting here like wooden stakes waiting to be beaten, it really makes me feel bored!"

He slapped the saddle with a loud slap. "Look around! The whole galaxy is almost destroyed! Over here, those bugs are chewing up living things, over there, skeletons and dragon-things are fighting each other like crazy, and over there, even Chaos doesn't know where to run!"

He paused, then flashed a fang-baring grin. "Do you really think fighting us will save your great tribe? Do you want to hold out until the Tyranids devour you, or wait for those bastards in the Warp to come and shove a third eyeball in your skull? Why not come with me?"

The imperial soldiers still held their weapons tightly and gritted their teeth. Their faith told them that they must never bow to the crazy aliens.

But Goguz's overwhelming "WAAAGH!" stance swept across the battlefield like a raging storm. It wasn't just a display of strength, it was an irresistible trend.

At first, some soldiers' hands trembled slightly, their skin color seemed to change slightly, their once lean bodies began to swell, muscles sprouted one by one, and their eyes became blurry. One soldier muttered to himself: "This... this sounds quite exciting..."

Goguz laughed and swung his axe. "Of course it's exciting! Listen, you little bastards, I'm going to give you a really interesting job. You can continue to wait here to die, or--"

He spread his arms and roared, "Come with us for the most explosive WAAAGH ever! Just like that skeleton boss of yours did before, that explosive mayhem called the Great Crusade! If we succeed, we'll return the galaxy to the days of constant fighting. If we fail, everyone will die. You're going to die anyway, so you won't suffer any loss anyway!"

The echo of these words roared across the battlefield, like the Emperor's declaration, carrying an irresistible allure. And in that instant, more Imperial soldiers began to change. Their skin gradually turned green, their eyes became fanatical, their heartbeats accelerated, their bodies grew rapidly, and their original human rationality was replaced by a more primitive, wilder impulse.

A soldier brandished a laser rifle and shouted, "Waaagh! I want to join!"

"We fight for the Emperor... No, we fight for the Great Khan and the Emperor!"

“WAAAGH!

WAAAGH!

WAAAGH!

At this moment, the last Imperial defenses of Armageddon collapsed, not under the greenskins' guns, but amid their laughter. Those who had just been Imperial soldiers had become "companion boys," their armor no longer able to restrain their bulging muscles, their discipline replaced by a pure desire to fight.

The most human-like Greenskin assassin was instantly accepted by the Bigs, his attack even recognized as normal Greenskin inheritance. As the Bigs watched, he approached the Great Khan and swung his Power Axe with murderous intent: "Gorguz, you fool! I'm the boss! I can command the WAAAGHs better than you! I'm going to blow your green head off right now!"

Goguz was startled and immediately blocked his attack. Just when people thought the two were going to fight to the death, Goguz burst into laughter, and his metal armor was shaking with laughter.

"Hahahaha! This is the way of thinking when working with us. I like it!"

He grabbed the challenger and threw him out using the "dress" fighting technique.

Then he shouted fiercely to everyone present: "But your mediocre skills are not enough. If you want to compete with me, then come now! Let's compete and see who is the real boss! This battle has just begun! But you must remember, if you can't win, you must obey my orders absolutely, like Blood Axe!"

The entire sky of Armageddon was echoing with the greenskins' laughter and the slogans of the Waaagh. Their other battle moon was docked in orbit, and in the distant starry sky, an even larger greenskin fleet was approaching here - that was Bonecrusher, the greenskin giant who claimed that he could treat the Tyranids as snacks. He called himself the "Prophet of Fucking", and he obviously did not intend to give up his lofty status.

The Great Khan grinned, gripped his battle axe, and looked towards the upcoming battle: "Let that boring guy who kills bugs all day come here quickly! Good days for us greenskins are coming soon!"

The roar of "WAAAGH!" resounded throughout the galaxy. Imperial Inquisitors reported frantically on the terrible impact of the Great Khan. Although the green-skinned giants seemed to have become "more tolerant," those who could not fight were simply abandoned as burdens rather than being eaten or used as targets, they seemed to have the ability to transform normal Imperial troops. It was unknown where they learned this trick from.

Obviously, the situation is out of control.

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On the seat of the former galactic overlord, mechanical fingers slid across the light screen, and the mark of Storm King Imotekh was clearly visible.

This tactical master who once dominated the galactic war situation actually wrote a letter in person. The anxiety and anger revealed between the lines made the Silent King unbelievable.

"My king, the galaxy burns, and the storm of war rises again. The walls of the Mandala cannot hold back the tide of the enemy, and the destiny we control is facing destruction. The armies of Sotek are gathering, and we need your wisdom and determination. Silence is no longer an option."

The Silent King was silent for a long moment. He gazed at the dome, a reflection of countless glorious memories of the Empire's past. He had thought his decision would bring peace to the galaxy, allowing the Necrons to rule the stars in peace.

But his exile, his order to sleep, has now become a joke. The Necromancer Dynasty is torn apart, the galaxy is once again sliding into the abyss of super-war, and they are still sleeping?

He abruptly stood up, a faint green light flashing from his eyes, and the full-power awakening protocol was immediately activated. The dormant obelisks began to glow, and the remaining ministers of the former empire were forcibly dragged from their slumber, looking at the current world with astonishment and shock.

The inertia-free engines roared, and the Silent King's fleet sped through the universe like a ghost, spreading the forced awakening signal at top speed. It was time to return to our position. The fate of the galaxy should not be written by others.

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The Eldar were devastated by their previous defeat, but they were still planning something. A group of Eldar people began to make some kind of contact with the Empire, a strange troupe began to sail towards the Federation during a performance, and Asdubar-Victor began to transform the Webway, as if ready to avoid something at any time.

Their dying struggles became more intense.

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The hive fleet's original scattered hunting state was stopped, and many different swarms began to gather, and the occasional competition between them when they met also disappeared.

The Zerg began to gather in harmony on the green planet abandoned by the Bone Crusher and built complex production facilities.

They acted as if they were waiting for something, building high walls and storing up food.

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As a dangerous but important ally of the Tau Empire, the war between the Helka Federation and the Necron Dynasty has always been the focus of the Tau Empire.

As a force to be reckoned with on the interstellar stage of the Far East, the diplomats, envoys, and observers of the Tau Empire have been closely monitoring the developments of this conflict, attempting to gain intelligence to inform the Greater Good's future strategic planning.

Arthur Shallan of the Water Clan is just such a special diplomat. As a "neutral observer", he came to the front-line base of the Helka Federation with the fleet to assess the final direction of the war.

When the war entered its final stage, the Helka Federation's fleet had almost forced the remnants of the Undead Dynasty into a desperate situation. Mandala Prime became the Storm King's last stronghold, and everyone believed that this would be a decisive encirclement and suppression battle.

Ather Shallan had wanted to witness the end of the Necron Dynasty with his own eyes. After all, these mechanical creatures had ruthlessly attacked the Tau forces that were spreading the Greater Good.

However, what he witnessed was completely beyond the comprehension of all the Tau people.

The Curtain of Death, the barrier that spans the universe and distorts reality, rises before his eyes.

At that moment, the communication channels in the entire war zone fell into a brief silence.

All the fleets seemed to have stopped for a moment. The feedback data from the detectors became meaningless. There was only pure darkness on the display screen, swallowing up all light, all fluctuations, and even the flow of time became blurred at its boundaries.

Through the observation window of the bridge, Ather Shallan witnessed firsthand how the barrier unfolded in front of the Helka fleet. It wasn't some kind of energy shield, nor did it even resemble any known physical phenomenon. Instead, it was more like a rewriting of the laws of reality itself.

He saw the starlight being absorbed in front of the barrier, as if swallowed by an invisible abyss; he saw the Helka Federation's fleet attempt to launch a tentative attack, but the light spears, energy beams, and even the fragmentation waves that distorted space all disappeared into the darkness without any feedback; he saw the warship's detection equipment become meaningless, and even the psychic signals could not penetrate the darkness, as if behind it was the end of the universe, a forbidden area that no reason could reach.

The Water Caste were the diplomatic and intelligence elite of the Tau Empire, and Arthur Shallan's mental fortitude was by no means poor. Yet, at this moment, his hands, gripping the armrests, began to tremble uncontrollably. He felt an instinctive fear. This wasn't war, this wasn't a matter of tactical victory, nor was it a display of some superweapon.

This is a display of power that can dominate the rules of the universe, tearing reality apart, rewriting space, and manipulating time. In Arthur Shalan's cognition, only gods should possess this power.

Anyone who can do these things is worthy of being called a god among the stars.

The establishment of the barrier forced the Helka Federation to stop its offensive, and the federal fleet eventually chose to retreat, and the war entered the "ceasefire" stage.

All the Undead fleets hid on the other side of the Death Sky, while the Helka fleet wandered outside the barrier, trying to analyze its principles, but found nothing.

But they smiled and didn't care about the failure at all.

The outcome of this war seemed to be settled, but the fear in Arthur Shalan's heart did not subside.

Instead, he realized something far more terrifying, that this universe was far more dangerous than the Tau Empire had imagined.

After the battle, Arthur Shalan almost immediately applied for an express messenger ship. He didn't even dare to send his report back through ordinary communication channels.

He was afraid that any data would be interfered with during transmission, that his reports would be misunderstood, and that the Tau Empire's judgment of the war would be biased.

He must return to his home on Titan and tell the Supreme Ether himself everything he had witnessed.

The messenger ship crossed the starry sea and arrived at the capital of the Tau Empire in the shortest possible time. Asser Shalan entered the hall of the Ethereal Council, where all the leaders and high-ranking officials were waiting for his report.

He stood in the center, took a deep breath, and tried his best to keep his tone calm. However, every word he said stirred up invisible waves of shock in the hall:

"I witnessed the entire process of the war with my own eyes, especially the creation of the 'Death Curtain'."

"This isn't a shield, nor a weapon, but a distortion of reality itself. It alters space, cuts off energy and information, and even distorts the laws of time."

He described how the invincible Helka fleet was stopped at the barrier, how they tried to attack and circumvent it, but were unable to do anything.

He described how this veil caused the entire universe to be in an incredible 'silence' at its edge, a silence that even no detector could penetrate.

"If anyone could do what I've seen,"

At last, Athersalan whispered, "It could well be called the God of the Stars."

The entire parliament fell silent.

Athersalan continued to narrate: "What is even more terrifying is the civilization that can fight against such a star god."

The hall fell into dead silence again.

"Helka Federation."

Athershalan slowly raised his head. "Not only did they witness the rising of the Death Curtain, but before that, they almost completely destroyed the Undead Dynasty. They defeated an enemy capable of performing miracles."

"There is such a civilization, they can be called a true god-level civilization."

"Faced with such a civilization, perhaps we can only be with them, and cannot consider anything beyond them, and should not be separated from them."

Some were shocked and angry at his "defeatist" alarmist rhetoric that denied the Greater Good's destiny to rule the galaxy, some were thoughtful, some whispered, and the Supreme Ether sitting in the highest seat of the council and the other high-level Ethers around him remained silent for a long time.

Finally, the Supreme Ether tapped his fingertips lightly, and the entire council hall returned to silence.

"We've heard your observations and your conclusions. But this matter requires further consideration."

The Supreme Ether did not come to his own conclusion on the spot, partly because it required discussion by all the Ethers, and partly because he was simply an Ai, and Anwa had been dead for a long time.

The Tau leaders seemed to finally realize that within this vast galaxy, there existed beings that they, the Greater Good, could not comprehend and could only follow. This seemed to be true for both the one north of the barrier and the one south of it.

They looked at the text in their hands. It was the last scene that the Shui clan diplomats dared not disclose to the public at the Elemental Council: when those winged dragons laughed crazily, they conveyed the final message: those who did not follow would be destroyed.

The future actions of the Tau had to be discussed in detail, although no one actually cared about their opinions.

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Every faction in the galaxy is hatching grand plans to dominate everything, and this is a time of great convergence.

153

Chapter 153 Let us be the pioneers.

After that frenzied time, nothing seemed to have changed much. The Federation still attacked the enemy with its left hand, restored internal production with its right hand, and then used the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth hands to handle the work of helping the backward world with infrastructure construction.

The galaxy hasn't been peaceful lately, but rather turbulent. The numerous disturbances within the galaxy have been reported to the spy agencies, but the new Chief Archon has decided to ignore them. After all, the Empire was the first to be slapped, after all, their Emperor claimed that ruling the galaxy was humanity's destiny.

We need to continue developing ourselves during this precious window period and fully enhance our skills.

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In a very short period of time, the Federation had largely restored its former state and developed even better, and even had the spare capacity to carve out new vassal states.

The Federation's industrial machinery didn't stagnate during the war's respite; instead, it accelerated. The world, previously scorched by the flames of war, was rapidly repaired with the help of the Ascension Project, and even grew stronger than before the war.

More efficient automated assembly lines and more precise synthetic artificial intelligence management systems have made the Federation's economic structure more developed than ever before.

The most obvious example is the "Death Scar" vacuum zone formed by the war with the Necrons.

Once upon a time, it was a ruined world, with vast galaxies reduced to desolate emptiness. But now, with the help of the Federation's planet-shaping and ascension technology, all of this has been rewritten.

The Federation's engineering fleet is like a master craftsman who mends the galaxy. They use efficient mass-energy conversion technology and discrete mass collection systems to reaggregate these destroyed materials and create new planets.

In just a few short years, the Scar of Death has been filled with new colonies. Some worlds have been given a livable environment and become new ecological homes; some worlds have been transformed into efficient ideal city bases, continuously producing the ships and resources needed by the Federation.

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The Federation's ability to build space super structures has also entered a new stage.

In a short period of time, the Helka Science Council approved dozens of space megastructure construction plans, including giant docks, art centers, scientific research hubs, world-shaping, and more.

The most eye-catching feat was undoubtedly the successful conversion of an entire star into a Dyson sphere power plant. This behemoth absorbed every inch of the star's light, converting all its energy into a power source for the Federation.

Its completion has brought the Federation's energy reserves into a nearly "infinite" stage, laying a solid foundation for the subsequent technological explosion. At least it is enough to power the synaptic condenser.

However, this achievement was not without controversy. On the Federation's advanced communication channel, the Illusion Prophet expressed strong dissatisfaction with this, declaring: "This star holds important symbolic significance in my metaphysical horoscope deductions! You have taken it away, like tearing a page from the book of destiny!"

Of course, his protest was eventually dismissed with a compensation of 2000 energy coins.

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