Warhammer: Dawn of Annihilation

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Guilliman contemplated his next move, sorting out the current state of all factions.

In this universe's chaotic state, the gods must have set their sights on him the moment he woke up.

The traitorous Primarchs would undoubtedly launch their plans against him soon.

Fulgrim, the traitor Primarch of the Emperor's Children Legion, would likely be the first to strike.

This was the same Fulgrim who had killed Ferrus Manus, the Primarch of the Iron Hands Legion, 10,000 years ago, becoming the first renegade Primarch to slay his own brother.

After Horus' rebellion failed, Fulgrim himself suffered severe injuries during the pursuit at Thessala.

The most concerning aspect was that he had ascended to become a demon prince of the Chaos God Slaanesh, who viewed torment as a form of artistic expression.

The followers and demons of Slaanesh are, in a word, unsettling.

Their indulgence knows no bounds, embracing taboo after taboo in the pursuit of ultimate pleasure.

Many might mistakenly believe they'd fit in with this Chaos God, given the allure of Slaanesh's alluring banshees and demons.

But the truth is, no one can withstand the horrors inflicted by Slaanesh's devotees.

It's far preferable to face the brutal death dealt by Khorne's followers than to endure the torment under Slaanesh. That much is undeniable.

Khorne simply desired bloodshed, Tzeentch manipulates fate, Nurgle spreads twisted forms of affection, but Slaanesh? Slaanesh wants you to find pleasure in both life and death, in the most horrifying ways imaginable.

Fulgrim's threat level: Overwhelming.

A fate worse than death awaited anyone who fell into his clutches.

Then there was Magnus, the Primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion, often nicknamed "Little Ma." This powerful sorcerer had also ascended as a demon prince under the patronage of Tzeentch, Chaos God of sorcery and deceit. Magnus wielded unparalleled magic, his most astonishing feat being the relocation of an entire planet across half the galaxy.

Guilliman felt his head ache at the thought. Moving a planet tens of thousands of light-years? That kind of power was something straight out of fantasy.

This universe was hard to define—technology intermingled with magic in incomprehensible ways.

Magnus, armed with supreme knowledge from Tzeentch, was a force to reckon with.

Then there was Lorgar, the Primarch of the Word Bearers Legion, who bore a personal grudge against Guilliman.

Unlike Magnus and Fulgrim, whose conflicts were rooted in the Chaos-versus-humanity struggle, Lorgar's hatred was deeply personal.

It all began when Guilliman, under orders from the Emperor, burned the City of Faith, and the Emperor humiliated the Word Bearers Legion by forcing them to kneel and admit their mistakes.

Lorgar never forgave this, and during the Horus Heresy, the Word Bearers exacted their revenge by staging the Betrayal at Calth.

They incinerated a planet to glass, ambushing the Ultramarines and leaving Guilliman grievously injured.

The first company commander of the Word Bearers, Kor Phaeron, had stabbed Guilliman, creating a wound that Fulgrim would later reopen during the Thessala battle.

The Word Bearers had been a constant thorn in Guilliman's side, from betrayal to direct assaults.

The Great Betrayal of Calth crippled the Ultramarines, with countless auxiliary forces and civilians perishing. The galaxy's radiation explosion rendered the planet uninhabitable.

Guilliman reviewed the comparison of forces. His heart sank.

The traitorous Primarchs were still alive, their power bolstered by the Chaos Gods, who watched his every move.

On his side? He was utterly alone.

The loyal Primarchs were long gone, the Emperor was half-dead, Terra's High Lords were corrupt, the Ecclesiarchy was deranged, and the Custodians were overly rigid.

The Imperium itself was fractured, its territories divided by the Great Rift. Without the Emperor's Astronomican, contact with vast regions was impossible.

The Imperium was like a patient bleeding out, on the brink of death.

And Chaos wasn't their only threat. Beyond them lay the Tyranids from extragalactic space, the awakening Necron dynasties, the rising Tau, and the ever-elusive Eldar.

At this point, Guilliman couldn't help but wonder—could he just surrender and lose half the game?

With such overwhelming forces arrayed against the Imperium and its dire state, humanity's extinction seemed inevitable.

If not for the presence of the Master Template and Database, Guilliman would have been tempted to flee the galaxy.

Why stay when victory seemed impossible?

"Assistant Spirit," Guilliman called in his mind.

[Yes, host. How may I assist?]

"Where's my reward?" Guilliman asked.

[The first-level database access has been unlocked, but the host has yet to open it.]

"Then open it."

[Understood. Connecting to the database now.]

A holographic light screen materialized before Guilliman. Though it was an illusion, it responded to his thoughts, shifting content as he desired.

The entries stunned him:

First-generation super-soldier transformation technology, Angel-class dark matter engine schematics, Yamato-class battleship construction blueprints, Advanced plasma weaponry, Star-destroying weapons like the Death Star, Biological genome modification manuals, Alien plant cultivation techniques...

Guilliman was awestruck. "All this from just the first-level access?"

[Correct. This is the knowledge available at this level.]

"How many levels are there?"

[There are ten levels. Completing ten authentication tasks will unlock full database access.]

The power of level-one access boggled his mind. What could levels two or three possibly offer? Void engines? Space-time annihilation bombs?

And at the highest levels? Perhaps universal restart devices or interdimensional engines.

[The database contains only knowledge beneficial to civilization's advancement.]

Guilliman sighed. "What's in the tenth-level database, then? Pan-universal technology?"

[The road of science is endless. Focus on your goals—civilizational transcendence and mastery of the multiverse.]

Accepting he wouldn't get all the answers immediately, Guilliman resolved to unlock the highest levels one day.

This database was his trump card to rebuild the Imperium and restore humanity's strength.

He selected the things he needed for immediate use.

"Summon the Adeptus Mechanicus, Chapter Masters, and Saints. We need a council meeting." Guilliman ordered via his communicator.

His plan: fortify the five hundred Ultramar Worlds, cleanse the Chaos remnants, and use them as a foundation to reclaim the Imperium.

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