42: Chapter 42 Primarch of the Blood Angel, Saint Gilles

After Director Wang left, Yang Gao checked the created scenes one more time. Once he confirmed there were no issues, the system began projecting the battlefield.

System projection 10%, 35%, 85%, 99%, 100%... Projection successful.

Shield of the Underworld campaign upload successful.

Almost the instant it was completed, countless players flooded into the game.

"Oh, Old Li, you're surprisingly punctual."

"Can't let you, Old Chen, outdo me."

The screen dimmed with a familiar effect, and the players, who had been noisy just a moment ago, instantly fell silent.

Imperial Calendar 996.M41.

After the Great Crusade launched by the Emperor began, few planets were as harsh and unsuitable for human survival as Baal and its two moons.

Baal was originally terraformed by the first colonists into a habitable paradise, but all of that vanished amidst the ravages of Warp storms and the rebellion of the Men of Iron.

Civil war broke out on Baal and its two moons. The three planets attacked each other, and a vast number of ancient weapons were unleashed, completely altering the ecological environment of the three planets and turning them into crimson wastelands filled with radiation and pollution.

The humans who survived this civil war formed nomadic tribes one after another, struggling to survive in this devastated world.

Just as Baal was plunged into endless turmoil, a gestation pod carrying an infant tore through the chaotic sky of Baal and landed on Baal Secundus.

"Brothers, who do you think it is?"

"It should be Sanguinius, the gene-father of the Blood Angels Chapter."

Subsequently, the image of the Archangel Sanguinius appeared before everyone's eyes.

He had a pair of snow-white wings and wore magnificent golden armor, making one feel he was sacred and inviolable.

"Wow, so handsome, brothers!"

"One word: handsome!"

The heroic Archangel brought unity to Baal, transforming the horrifying Ghoul Legions into the noble and glorious Blood Angels.

He was like a beam of light, guiding the people.

But all of this was destroyed by a shameful rebellion, and the Imperium of Man has since fallen into an abyss of despair, unable to see any hope.

"Brothers, did you notice? Legion, he said Legion."

"Isn't it Chapter?"

"Shameful rebellion, Legion, Chapter... Brothers, I think I've discovered something incredible."

"Could it be that a rebellion occurred, causing the Legion to suffer severe damage, forcing it to be compressed into a Chapter to maintain its organization?"

"Brother, don't even say it—actually, do say it—there really is such a possibility."

Ten thousand years after the death of the Archangel Sanguinius, Baal faced its catastrophe once again.

This time they had no Primarch; all they had were countless heroic and fearless Imperial soldiers.

"For the Emperor, for humanity!"

"For the Emperor, for humanity!"

"For the Emperor, for humanity!"

The Imperial Navy, in their first exchange of fire with the Tyranids bio-fleet, was wiped out due to carelessness.

The scene shifted.

Countless descendants of Sanguinius fell into the Red Thirst and the Black Rage, launching frenzied attacks against the Tyranids, only to be submerged in the endless swarm. But every time a warrior fell, countless others charged forward, one after another.

The brothers remained as they always were.

"Brothers, I feel that when we combine this Imperium with what we've seen before, we can conclude that this is a rotting, bloated empire. The reason it hasn't collapsed instantly is because of Sakan, Danny, and the endless, heroic Imperial soldiers on the battlefield, which is the only reason the Imperium has been able to continue..."