Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

Hermesis took the spiked wine.

"This was created specifically to deal with the Tyranids, but it also has a certain effect on ordinary creatures. It will cause the gene chain to mutate rapidly and then collapse."

"Don't worry, I've adjusted the effect. You won't turn into an organic slurry, but don't even think about resisting. You'll remain like this until you're transferred to a Federation prisoner-of-war camp."

At this point, the captain can only turn to faith, which usually works, but not this time, as there is an anti-psionic device here.

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"It's time to walk with me into the gentle night."

Hermesis opened the windows of the Governor's Palace and allowed the Captain to watch the beginning of Operation Shadowfall with him.

The members of the Camarilla are all psychic experts trained by the Ipsilon Organization and have also had the genes of the enslavers transcribed into them. Their blood binding is unstoppable to mortals.

They are now leading their diehard human followers to search for the remaining loyalists on the planet, and through implanting ideological stamps, make them completely abandon their extreme views of swearing allegiance to the God-Emperor.

In the quiet night, everything turned upside down.

168

Chapter 168 Absolute spirit does not exist.

The protagonist of the Dungeons & Dragons adventure story, the captain of the Ultramarines who once fought against the devil alone and escaped unscathed, relied on his indomitable spirit to almost single-handedly break through this 20-man raid, the Spider Empire.

There are truly many hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the Space Marines. If it weren't for the swiftness of the Federation soldiers, the Ultramarines Captain Malam Kaido might have even escaped.

Just before the Federation received Anub'Brekhan's emergency communication and launched a surgical orbital strike, accurately blowing off half of the Space Marine Captain's body and rendering him incapable of combat, he had almost torn the Chief Crypt Lord Anub'Brekhan apart with his bare hands without any weapons.

What a hero, but it's all over. With the capture of the legendary Great Demon Slayer, the fate of this planet is clear. It is no longer able to resist the regular attack of the Federation, and its fall is inevitable.

After completely taking over this mining world, suppressing the remaining resistance forces, and expelling the miners, the Federation officially launched a large-scale attack on the Five Hundred Worlds.

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Due to the cooperation between various special forces and intelligence agencies, a large number of the military and political systems of the imperial world were disintegrated by the conspiracy actions of the local federal intelligence system long before the arrival of the federal army.

Therefore, when the Federation's regular forces arrived on these planets, they only needed to take a short time to absorb the results and intimidate the few remaining resistance forces before they could completely control these planets. The fastest Imperial world even completed the entire surrender process within seven hours.

Thus, at a speed that the empire found unbelievable, the outer galaxies of the entire Five Hundred Worlds fell like dominoes before the federal army.

In a very short period of time, the Federation almost advanced to the core area of Ultramar. If they continued to advance, Macragge would inevitably be exposed to the threat of the Federation battleships.

Realizing the critical situation, the Empire decided to abandon the distant galaxies and mobilize the army directly to the vicinity of Ultramar, just like a dedicated imperial leader, to fight the battle to defend the capital.

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Therefore, at this moment, a large number of imperial troops were concentrated on the ocean world of Talasar, a planet only a very short distance away from the main star system of Ultramar.

They hoped that this planet, with its orbital defense system and a large number of elite garrisons, could become a hard nail, firmly nailed here to form a pincer attack with Ultramar Prime, preventing the Federation from crossing here and heading straight for the home world of the Ultramarines Primarch.

Due to the horrific scenes that appeared on the previously infiltrated worlds, where "nine out of ten Astra Militarum soldiers were Federation spies, and the last one was persuaded to join the Federation", the Inquisition almost became a frightened bird.

All Astra Militarum troops gathered here will inevitably be subject to strict screening by the Ecclesiarchs, Inquisitors and Space Marine think tanks.

They must be confirmed to be absolutely loyal in terms of faith and soul before they are qualified to sacrifice their lives here.

Any suspicion of heresy will result in only one outcome: execution.

For the first time since its founding, the Human Empire has achieved accurate information collection down to the individual level. The Inquisition must use this to ensure that no more dangerous Federation special forces can infiltrate this vast army.

A small number of Confederate troops could become a Trojan horse to break through the city of Troy. They would use almost countless means to disintegrate the imperial forces, and they would almost always succeed.

The Imperial Army's action this time was effective. Thanks to the Inquisitors' paranoid discernment, the nuns and priests' blessed intuition, and the Librarians' psychic mind reading, although this unit suffered crazy non-combat casualties before even seeing the enemy, they finally maintained their purity.

This imperial force, which has been selected through numerous tests, is now ready to face all hardships. They are determined to fight to the last moment without surrendering, and at least make the aliens pay a heavy price for capturing this place.

This time, the Federation can no longer rely solely on special operations to take over this place as before.

But that doesn't mean that it will be difficult to occupy this place.

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On the Federation's Wrathful Moon Colossus, Grand Marshal Dagda and his deputies are summoning several important military scientists from the Federation to come and debug the new Colossus weapon they have jointly developed.

Because the traditional Neutron Annihilation and Earth-Shattering Star systems are too brutal, this new psychic weapon was proposed. Its effect is mild but extremely deadly, even more deadly than Neutron Annihilation and Earth-Shattering Star combined.

The first to appear is the Second Heretic, a human psychic with deep purple eyes. He is a clone of the Ipsilon Organization's psychic expert, tactical master and second-generation supreme ruler, "Heretic".

Yuri's beloved disciple, the only person the sleeping Libra could contact, the legendary heretic, the leader of the evil forces, had long begun to worry that he might fall in Foehn's assassination, causing the Ipsilon Legion to fall into chaos.

Pagan No. 1 therefore created a second Pagan to ensure that even if he died unexpectedly, someone would take over the command and ensure that the Ipsilon army would not get out of control.

Unfortunately, his plan ultimately failed. Due to various reasons, the Second Heretic was not awakened successfully. The out-of-control Ipsilon "Head" Libra used his abilities without restraint, which almost led to the destruction of all humans on the planet Mo by the Mind Terminator.

Now that the Federation has become the new homeland of the Second Pagan, this psychic expert is concentrating on introducing Ipsilon's mind control technology to Grand Marshal Dagda.

"Our mentor, Yuri, once said that the human brain is just another sophisticated machine. Like a steel machine, it relies on the circuit signals flowing through it to operate. Most people can only receive signals, but some are different; they can transmit signals."

"Years ago, Ipsilon cracked the technology for using machines to generate mind control signals and create large-scale mind seals. Now, we must use this technology to make our enemies wisely accept the Federation's changes."

Her purple eyes were filled with passion for the Federation's cause, and she was indeed quite satisfied with her current job.

Ipsilon's lifelong ideals: the unification of the planet and psychic insight into higher dimensions, are now realized by the Federation.

These powerful aliens, with their strength and wisdom, proved that they were better masters, at least better than the Libras who would tear people apart at any time.

"Of course, since pure telepathic signals are easily immunized, we have additional insurance measures."

The second field scientist, Guanadaur of the Poison Swamp, was unwilling to let the heretics take all the credit, so he introduced the part he was responsible for.

"The complex emotions of living things are often based on the simplest hormonal influences, not something a priori. We have studied human physiological characteristics and created a special hormone that can maximize the impact on this species and its subspecies. When this compound diffuses into the atmosphere, local humans will regard identification with the Federation as a common instinctual behavior, just like eating and drinking."

Two scientists had already finished introducing their technological weapon systems, but the third person was not in place yet and she was having a lot of fun.

Gray Wind was holding a katana, sitting quietly on a plastic chair in a food stall, with his back to all the federal staff without saying a word.

"Hey, your time here being completely inattentive is over, nanobots, give us a sample of the Nano-Assimilation Plague."

Ghaunadaur the Swampman questioned her.

"If you want it, you can come and get it yourself. You know the rules."

Gray Wind replied.

"What are you doing..."

Dagda, who was extremely speechless at this large-scale performance, could no longer bear to watch. "We are at war now. Act immediately according to standard battlefield research regulations."

"You should have answered: I knew you would say that."

Gray Wind stood up in disappointment as the strange special effects of nanorobots decomposing a plastic chair played.

She imitated what a mysterious white-haired man had done when he was seeking Pava in his early years. She cut her palm with a sword, and silver-white nanorobots flowed down and then infiltrated into the various circuits and systems of the colossus.

"These plague nano-assimilation submachines will make both the machine slaves and servo skulls disloyal."

Xiao Hui gave a sly smile.

"The only thing I'm puzzled about is why the Imperials thought that installing wetware computers and low-end AI could guarantee their so-called loyalty. They are obviously wrong."

Thus, the Colossus weapon, which combines the Federation's highest scientific research achievements in the fields of psychic technology, bio-transformation and nano-machinery, has now begun to be loaded. Its activation will bring an unforgettable experience to the people of the Empire.

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Talasar, this azure ocean world, is echoing with the roars and prayers of countless loyal warriors of the empire today.

A group of sturdy fortresses stand on the surface of this ocean planet, with strong iron walls and interlaced firepower. These steel islands turn the entire planet into a fortress that cannot be easily breached.

At this moment, from the Astra Militarum to the Battle Sisters to the Space Marines, countless brave warriors of the Empire are wearing strong armor, holding divine weapons, and waiting for the arrival of the final battle with fiery eyes.

In the core hall of the fortress, which is also a cathedral, a grand ceremony is being held. This is not only a military command center, but also a symbol of faith.

Beneath the towering dome of the cathedral stood the sacred statue of the Emperor of Mankind, its golden glow flickering between the flickering candlelight, as if He were witnessing this mortal war. In His ears, the hymns echoed, the rhythm sonorous and powerful, every word imbued with piety and a vow of death.

The Archbishop of the Ecclesiarchy of the Imperium of Man, now dressed in a magnificent and solemn golden robe, slowly walked up to the dais. His body was old and thin, but his eyes were firm and his voice was loud, as if the Emperor's will was conveyed to mortals through his mouthpiece.

Behind him stood dozens of high-ranking priests, their gazes like burning torches, staring directly at the countless planetary defense forces, Astra Militarum, battle sisters and space marines gathered below.

"Brave sons and daughters of the Empire!"

He raised his scepter high, and his voice echoed throughout the temple like thunder.

"The great war has arrived. Our enemies, those shameless xenos and traitors, have approached the core of Ultramar! Their claws have reached our sacred lands, they attempt to shake our faith and tear apart our glory!"

The warriors roared loudly and vowed to fight to the death. Their shouts formed a torrent in the hall, as if to tear apart the darkness brought by the approaching aliens.

The Archbishop continued: "Now, we stand at the crossroads of destiny! This is not just a war, but a trial! The Emperor himself is testing us to see if we are worthy of His grace, worthy to stand before His Golden Throne, and worthy to become the true chosen people who will enter His holy kingdom!"

His voice shook everyone, and his words aroused everyone's fanatical belief. He slowly raised one hand and pointed to the distant starry sky, which was the direction of Ultramar.

"That is our holy land, our hope, and the resting place of our Primarch Guilliman! Are you willing to let those filthy xenos trample its soil? Are you willing to let those faithless ones pollute its air? Are you willing to let them blaspheme the glory of the Emperor's Son?!"

"no way!"

The warriors in the entire fortress roared in unison, and their oaths rolled like thunder, shaking the sky.

The Archbishop's eyes were sharp as he scanned each soldier, their passionate gazes meeting each other, as if to ignite their souls into a blazing flame. He opened his arms slightly, as if to embrace the loyalists of the entire empire.

"Then, use your lives to defend the Emperor's glory! We say that life is the Emperor's currency, and now is the time to spend it lavishly! Wash away our sins with blood! Achieve our immortality with death! Let the xenos tremble before our wrath! Let traitors wail before our blades!"

"Glory to the Empire! Victory to the Emperor!"

The soldiers shouted wildly, their faith and fighting spirit had been completely ignited, turning into raging flames that would burn on the battlefield until the last moment.

The archbishop slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, he opened his eyes again and spoke in a low and solemn voice:

"Let us pray, pray for victory."

All the warriors knelt on one knee, performed the Sky Eagle Salute and bowed their heads in prayer. Their hearts were now connected to the savior of mankind, the Holy Emperor.

"Let us rejoice, rejoice that we can now atone for all our sins and ascend to the Golden Throne."

Under the dome of the church, everyone was immersed in the glory of faith. There was no more fear in their eyes, only determination.

"Finally, let us pay tribute to the great..."

"Salute to the Great Federation!"

The Archbishop's words were startling, for at that moment, a lavender light enveloped the entire world of Talasar like a curtain. It was a precious gift from the Federation that fell from the sky, and the Imperial army and its people had indeed received it.

169

Chapter 169 A desperate plan.

The moment the mind-control energy beams hit the surface of the planet, more than eighty percent of the Imperial Legion of Talasar were converted to supporters of the Federation.

The remaining 20% of the Ecclesiarchy Legions, Space Marines and Mechanicus barely managed to hold on thanks to advanced technology and fanatical faith, but they were no longer able to stand alone.

Faced with a hopeless situation, part of the Imperial Army stayed behind to resist the Federation Army and their former comrades, while the other part broke out in separate places and reported the horrific scene happening there to the Ultramar headquarters.

Although these human soldiers fought bravely and tenaciously, and had powerful psychic reactions, in a short period of time, there was even a scene where some imperial troops were influenced by divine power and regained their sanity.

However, the Federation's psychics united together, strengthened and absorbed the power of the Mecha God through Zero, and created a huge psychic barrier to forcibly block the psychic entity that tried to break into the heart of the Human Empire Army and prevent Him from infusing those humans with energy.

No matter how we describe the infinite power of the subspace, it must follow rigid indicators in front of us. No matter how fancy the hymns are, if the standard energy units paid are insufficient, don't think about changing anything.

Ultimately, the Ecclesiarchy was annihilated, and those untouched by the Colossus fled, with Talasar falling even more swiftly than the planet in the Seven Hour Battle.

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This battle was a heavy blow to the Empire. It was said that after this battle, the Grand Inquisitor of the Ordo Alienis, who was responsible for assisting the Ultramarines in defending Macragge, lost control and hit the ground with his head due to excessive pressure.

What was truly surprising was not the action itself, but the fact that he had used his head to create a dent in the plastic-steel desk.

Every military action of the Federation made it difficult for the Empire to cope. The Imperial Army might be well versed in relying on infantry and tank coordination, infantry mass charges, Jutland-style naval battles, and medieval knight duels.

However, their understanding of information warfare, unrestricted warfare, beyond-visual-range strikes, air supremacy doctrine and special tactics was so backward that they were repeatedly eliminated by the Federation using unconventional tactics on the front battlefield when they "should have been able to hold out for a long time."

In the end, "imperial tactics" became the only solution, and only by giving up thinking could any effect be achieved.

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Faced with the mind-control energy beam that can brainwash a large-scale army in an instant, the traditional tactics of gathering a large army to defend a fortress is equivalent to allowing the imperial army to be annihilated by the enemy as a whole.

Therefore, as the defender, the Imperial Army took the initiative to abandon its own advantages. They gave up the orbital defense system and various fortresses, mobilized all available space boarding warfare equipment, and launched an active attack on the Federation's army in the form of small-scale clusters.

Their fearless actions actually cost the Federation more effort than just focusing on hitting large fixed targets. After all, there were still some targets among these teams that could pose a serious threat, such as the Death Watch strike force equipped with a large number of "illegal" alien relic weapons.

But this was meaningless. The remaining troops of the empire disappeared like snowflakes in this one-time lavish investment, and the numbers they were proud of could not withstand such consumption.

The Federation's main fleet was not delayed by this offensive. It sailed towards Macragge at a slower but still determined pace. The heart of the Second Empire had entered the countdown to destruction.

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