Warhammer: Stars and Ants

From the artist @, Zero's scar on his mouth makes him look like he is always smiling, and the protagonist who loves to laugh will not be too unlucky~

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The private design has finally come to an end🎉🎉I will post the recent drawings. Just draw it for fun, don't worry about the details.

Want to see more of iMaTV's mouth! ! ! !

Have you ever been a Primarch? Some things are scribbled and taken for granted.

When will I write about the 11th Legion? My favorite is the Electra can in the original version of Warhammer It is also the Siberian style gray can. This kind of Astartes who is usually half-dead is the most ruthless in his Electra. Considering that he will later recruit troops from the protagonist's home planet... The protagonist's soul will be in pain anytime and anywhere... It is estimated that the 11th Legion will be 10 times or even 9 times more Electra than the World Eaters! ! !

Why haven't the Arrancar pngs been served yet? I can't eat at the dinner table. I'm so hungry that I'm going to guess my appearance first Stacking Armor: I don't know how to draw armor and I can draw whatever I dream about / I usually draw beautiful girls every day and I can't draw any tough guys. You guys let me do it

It seems that the positioning of the protagonist in the early and mid-term is very clear. The Black Glove, who is proficient in politics and intelligence, will check and balance the Primarch and the Astartes for Malcador. The protagonist is similar to the swarm master in the structure of his own legion. Below the protagonist are the Astartes, whose number is small due to genetic disease. Although I refer to Maozi, I feel that the change the protagonist brings to the legion is towards a bureaucracy. War is just a means, mainly relying on intelligence, assassination, wooing, bribery and the huge Astra Militarum group for external conquest. Each Astartes is the legion's command node, intelligence node, executor and regulator of the protagonist's will. Under the Astartes is a group of mortal civilian officials, responsible for dispatching resources and the Astra Militarum. The information reported to them is supervised by the protagonist and the Astartes, and belongs to the legion tentacles of the protagonist. Parallel to the civilian group is the intelligence agency, which contains a group of Astartes, agents and police with relevant talents, responsible for supervision, punishment, assassination, etc., Which belongs to black gloves and grassroots supervision. Combined with a famous work, Warhammer prevents the secret invasion and infiltration of Chaos, and establishes a department to prevent Chaos invasion and ideological management, which is the Ministry of Truth. In addition, if the management is observed, it is also responsible for issuing rewards to the adherents to improve their lives. Underneath is the Astra Militarum, which is responsible for cooperating with the protagonist and the Astartes in foreign wars. It is a violent organization. In the end, it is the foundation of the ant colony, the huge mortal world, which provides resources and talents for the protagonist, and constantly lays the foundation for the pyramid structure of the protagonist to provide nutrients. Then the protagonist's summary of internal management because of the pervasiveness of subspace is (1984): "Big Brother is watching you." Slogan: "War and peace, freedom and slavery, ignorance and strength" "If you want to enjoy freedom for a short period of time, you must be willing to endure restrictions permanently" After all, a cesspit world like Warhammer can be achieved with the protagonist's ability to the extreme. Even if it is bad, it is better than the Empire and Chaos. The protagonist's system is progress. If you can follow the protagonist's management, you can live a stable life.

Touko, you have opened a new book 😍

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The protagonist's armor, double swords, and other messy settings all have no names. Xiao Dengzi has no name, so I will verify my name here, And here is a reminder that the soldiers of the protagonist's legion can also verify their names, but the verification here is invalid. Please go to my last book's name collection post to speak (actually it is a benefit for old book friends, come and travel to 30k, friends)

The preface is so loyal, so let the author take the lead. We all support the author to become a toilet plug 🙂

Should the protagonist's legion have a blood worship culture? Based on this, it is assumed that the genetic defects of the 11th Legion are weakened coagulation function and unresponsiveness to pain, so it makes sense for the World Eaters to say that they are cowardly. Because of the inability to coagulate and the dull sense of pain, it is easy to bleed to death because you are not aware of your own injuries during close combat. Therefore, during combat, you will carry out medium and long-distance combat. The policy is not to engage in close combat unless necessary. The impact is that the close combat ability is not as good as other legions, the willingness to fight will not be high-risk and high-reward beheading operations, and there is no culture of dueling or martial arts. The refusal to cooperate with other legions in martial arts exchanges shows that the stereotype of the World Eaters is cowardice. Legion culture blood worship is a morbid psychology caused by its own genetic defects. After all, there is a very small chance that Warhammer with a dark and incomplete background will give birth to something like a salamander. Even the Blood Angel was forced to change after the return of the archangel, and he was also a ghoul before. Therefore, there is a high probability that the legion is trying to change the weakening of coagulation due to genetic defects, thus giving rise to methods such as bleeding therapy and blood sacrifice. The blood of powerful enemies is mixed with therapeutic agents and injected into the body, or the blood of powerful enemies is collected and bathed after killing powerful enemies to obtain their power. On the other hand, because blood worship and combat brothers are difficult to replenish, they have strong medical capabilities, strong cohesion and brotherhood, and a high proportion of pharmacists in the Chapter. Even Astartes who are not pharmacists will learn from pharmacists and thank them for their knowledge of medical medicine and battlefield first aid. Therefore, the status of pharmacists in the Eleventh Legion is extremely high and there will be no discrimination like other chapters. Apothecaries, personnel are difficult to replenish, so comrades who have a good relationship will cherish each other's lives. For this reason, they will not hesitate to lower the favor of the empire and other chapters as well as the original bodies and refuse to accept some high-casualty operations such as critical missions. The opposite is that they are good at command and the legion is good at thinking and acting independently, and does not cooperate with the command for high-casualty operations. Tactically, it is common to command the Astra Militarum assigned to it to carry out offensive and frontal combat, and then the Astartes will complete the key points. The Astra Militarum will hate and love the Eleventh Legion. Hate because the Eleventh Legion will treat it as cannon fodder and frontal consumables, and love it because they can enjoy high-standard medical care (after all, if the frontline Astra Militarum is dead, then it must be given up. Are the Astartes going to grind meat? There are too few members in the Eleventh Legion to hang them! And if they are not treated in time, they will easily die.) You can also enjoy the command and combat staff of the Astartes (the memory and brain activity of the Astartes are higher than that of mortals, and if the Astra Militarum is ready to die, don't they have to go to the Astartes again? The Eleventh Legion Astartes can't afford to die!). Summary: The Eleventh Legion is weaker than other war groups in close combat. It tends to be conservative in combat and hates high-risk operations. It is good at commanding and has advanced pharmacists and medical skills (high pharmacist status means it is best for pharmacists to serve as deputy commanders, and those with good command skills serve as regimental leaders). The war group is internally united and suitable for commanding operations with multiple arms (often cooperating with major Astra Militarum forces) and engaging the enemy at medium and long distances. It has pathological blood worship (blood therapy and blood sacrifice).

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Huge ooc warning⚠️ Yunhammer warning⚠️(some settings may not be rigorous) Crazy warning⚠️ (In short, it is provided by inspiration, transferred from the smelly canned book circle, it is my own imagination of the setting of A Deng) Inspiration provided✓ Release the cooking power of those who like the setting✓ In the dark and distant 40th millennium, only war will last forever. Hilese has never understood everything about the Chapter, no, not only the strange weapons, unusual sages, and inexplicable rules, but what he cannot understand is the veterans in the Chapter: their extraordinary discipline, indescribable endurance, and unparalleled combat effectiveness. They always cooperate in absolute silence to complete strategic deployments and tactical maneuvers that are completely incomprehensible to others. After a bloody battle, they can rush to the next meat grinder-like battlefield without a moment of rest or supplies. There is never any discord or quarrel in daily training or rest. As a former heir of a middle-class noble, Hilese had the honor to come into contact with many of the Emperor's angels before he was promoted. They were either serious, friendly or contemptuous, but none of them had the same look as the veterans of the Blood Ant Chapter. Every time Shileize faced the veterans of the chapter, he would always try to avoid their eyes after performing the due etiquette. In Hilese's understanding, the gaze did not include scrutiny, questioning, ridicule, etc. He felt that he was being watched by a giant - a giant called the Blood Ant Chapter. The Chapter was watching him through the eyes of the veterans. This gaze was silent and never-ending. When walking through the interior of the ship, he would always think that he had mistakenly entered the interior of a huge machine, which was precise, efficient, and not missing the slightest detail. This machine doesn't mind if a part of an inappropriate size falls into its body. Under its arrangement, the misfit recruits also have their own place: the exercises, transportation, study and other tasks arranged for Hilese will always be perfectly connected with what the veterans are doing, saving a lot of unnecessary trouble; the rest arrangements are also just right, just in time when Hilese has to relieve his own fatigue, and even take into account Hilese's own emotional changes. No, that's not right, Hillese thought, this is not a machine. Each gear of the machine does not have its own thoughts, and the arrangement of the machine is not so flexible. Ant colony, the name of an ancient Terran species appeared in Hilese's mind, a biological population that is not a machine but is better than a machine, which is appropriate. War, war will always be the unchanging background of this world, and soon Hilese will find his own destination there, sooner or later. The armoring ceremony will be his first step. Hilese looked around the silent temple. There was no dark and obscure atmosphere in his imagination, no servo skulls waiting for opportunities, and not even a mechanical sage standing high. The biggest source of uneasiness was the person beside him who was looking at him... A person he had never seen before. His/her whole body was wrapped in pale fabric, which extended to the neck and disappeared under the skin. He/she had no facial features or face, and a semi-elliptical metallic mask was embedded in the place where the face should be. Based on the size comparison between his/her head and the mask, Hilese felt that there was absolutely no room for normal human facial features behind the mask. "Brother Rian Hilizer, I am the biological sage who is presiding over your armor conferment ceremony. You can call me OCN." The voice was neither male nor female. If I had to describe it, it could be described as inhuman perfection. Before Hilese could reply, OCN had already begun to prepare for him. The operating arms, large and small, came out of OCN's robe and adjusted his black carapace with the slender extensions at a speed that was dizzying for Hilese. The more Hilese looked at it, the more he felt that the manipulator arms were more like insect appendages than the mechanical prosthetics of the mechanical sage. The pale and angular exoskeleton, neatly arranged slots, and bone spurs that acted as limiters made them look like works of art. "GAGCAATGCAAACCTCACAAG..." The chanting sound of unknown meaning surrounded Hilese's side, and the muscles under the skin began to bulge, and the strength far greater than before was conceived and born under the blessing. "GCAGCCTATGCAGAATGGAGA..." A numbing sensation like an electric shock came from the joints of the carapace, and the connected nerves were awakened for the second time by the distant call, far more sensitive and faster than before. "GGCCTGTACCATACAAGCCC...." If you want to reconstruct and heal the bones, you need to go through a long and difficult pain, but at this moment, the process is as fast as lightning, and the noble command life bones are far more tenacious than before. "Praise the sacred seven transmembranes! Sing the second messenger of suffering!" OCN ended the carving of Hilizer's body with a prayer. The unfolded appendages put on the lining for Hilese, and the armor plates of the power armor were then installed by other appendages. Hilese couldn't recognize the model of this power armor. It didn't look like MK VIII, nor did it look like the dark red power armor worn by veterans of the Chapter. It is white and thin, and seems to pay more attention to fit and lightness than defense. It feels like nothing when worn, and it can move freely without a power backpack. The biological sage put away his tools, greeted Hilese and then turned to leave.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           OCN, Lord Sage, is the armor conferring ceremony over?" Then the biological sage stepped into the shadow at the door of the temple and left. The bright light passed through the glass of the church, casting an unpredictable veil in the air. Hilese stood there, thinking about the words of the biological sage. A similar light to that day shone on Hillese's face. He tried to straighten his body and forced his nearly torn muscles to relax. The breastplate on his body has been completely shattered. The strange thing is that even if it is shattered, it can still provide considerable protection. Hillese took a look at the state of the breastplate while loading. Some kind of extremely strong adhesive fixed the broken armor pieces, preventing damage from external forces, but the sharp edges of the armor pieces had sunk deeply into his skin. There is no time to hesitate. The breath he just took is the longest time he can buy after destroying two enemy fire points. He must continue to move, racing against gunfire, artillery fire or more obscure things. He remembered the deployment of the battle group, which was informed to him in detail by his company captain before entering the battle. The God Emperor was the best. The company captain said more words that day than Hilese had heard in his entire training career. He always thought that the company captain abided by some oath of silence or the like. The company captain also warned him, telling him that the battle group's deployment was only effective within a short time window. If he missed this time window, he would only be drowned in endless enemy troops. Assault out of the bunker... Shoot accurately while moving to eliminate the enemy's heavy firepower points... The next bunker can resist, correct, the thickness is not enough to withstand the bombardment of armored units, make an emergency impact to create foxholes... Reload, hold your breath, activate melt until the armored units approach, the heat smoke caused by the bombardment can block infrared. .... Throw melt, kill the soldiers on the vehicle, and use it as a bunker after the armored unit is blown up... Use the armored unit's weapon station to suppress and kill the enemy infantry, make an automatic firing device, transfer... Find the next bunker......  Similar tactics were repeated so many times that Hilese could no longer remember how far he had traveled. The combat dagger had been lost, the bullets of the bolter had long been used up, and the projectiles had been exhausted even before that. The worst thing was that Hilese found that he still missed the time to join the battle group. Hilese leaned against the ruins of the building, although according to his calculations, the place would be covered by a new round of firepower in less than 3 seconds. Without supplies, without rest, without support, without fatigue, without fatigue, they will soon lack the ability to fight. Even the Emperor's angels have limits. Suan's meninges did not activate normally, and Hilese began to feel nothing. He can hardly see the light.   But the pain will always be there. "What is your life for?" Needles, ant bites, fires, knife cuts, lightning strikes... Countless pains burned Hilese. He suddenly tightened his body, and a beast-like roar resonated from his chest. In a daze, he heard his company captain questioning himself: "What is your life for?" "My honor... Is my life..." The hot liquid like lava flowed out all over the broken power armor, dyeing it a perfect crimson red. The cocoon had completed its mission. The moment the artillery fell, Hilese had already constructed a direction to avoid in his brand-new brain. The pain bit him, pushed him, guided him, and protected him. "What is your fate?" The huge shock wave took Hilese, who was ready for the impact, far away. He tried to expel the lungs as much as possible and compress the abdominal space to minimize the damage to Hilese from the shock wave. A counterattack was brewing, and the Emperor's angels were about to rain down their thunderous wrath on the traitors. "My duty is my destiny." The pain has long exceeded the limit that the nerve endings can transmit. The only possible explanation is that the severely injured nerves healed tenaciously but incorrectly and gave birth to traumatic neuromas. The convoluted neuroma brings an incomparable richness of perception... And eternal pain. "What is your fear?" The Xiaoxiao hesitantly approached, praying that the freak in the center of the crater, the diseased sore hatched by the deformed giant called the Empire, was dead. "My fear is failure." The extremely sharp pale bone knife was the last thing they saw. "What is your reward?" Hilese withdrew the bone knife extending from his wrist. The previous white power armor had turned into a crimson suit that clung to his body. It was an extension of the black carapace. Hilese can now freely control his body, and the enlarged and strengthened neuroma gives him the ability to do so. Taking out the bone and shaping it into a bone blade, closing the broken blood vessels at the wound, and strengthening the muscle recruitment in the required area, all he needs is just one thought. "My salvation is my reward." The pain is resonating, the same pain connects them all, Hilese feels it, the web that connects the entire Blood Ant Chapter. He felt that the battle brothers of his Chapter were coming for him. "What is your skill?" Hilese understood that this was a transformation. Each new recruit of the Blood Ant Chapter appears mediocre and has no merit compared to the recruits of other Chapters, because they have not yet undergone transformation. The blood ant chapter's true armor-making ceremony requires near-death, heavy trauma, healing and pain. Only endless pain can awaken the power they inherited from their genetic father. "Pain is my beacon!" Pain has existed since the birth of life, guiding life to move forward. The evolution of life is a spiral history surrounding pain. Pain is written into every human gene promoter, every cell transmembrane receptor, every downstream secondary messenger, and engraved into every subconscious space of human beings. The blasphemous, twisted warp miasmas have no understanding of pain, and all their promises serve to lure humanity away from it. And when everything is an accomplice of blinding the mind, only pure pain is the beacon guiding mankind forward. "What is your oath?" The battle brothers of the Chapter placed their hands on Hilese's shoulders, celebrating the completion of another battle brother's transformation. Hilese could feel the pure pain flowing through each of the fighting brothers. It proved their purity and guided them to fight for humanity. "The pain will last forever, which is my oath." Surrounded by the biological sages, Hilizer completed the MKⅧ modified power armor, which perfectly combined with Hilizer's new combat uniform. He looked at the sky where the bloody battle ended. The pain was like blood and fire like the sky.

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I am extremely looking forward to the meeting between No. 11 And Kezi. Kezi fully accepts the prophecy and even takes action to ensure that his prediction is correct. Will there be a fierce collision with No. 11, Who ignores the prophecy and only cares about his own goals?

Blessed are the blood ants (sigh)

He always posts his overly self-aware and nobody-cares comments in the comment sections of various Warhammer fandoms. Today, I saw for the second time that he has been polluting the book review section since yesterday. The content he posts makes people feel that there is no need to communicate with him. Am I too sensitive myself or does he have something really wrong?

The random scene is the joke of this chapter

Some paintings done intermittently

Jam Primarch And I really like the drooling bear. I really drew it as a Slavic girl wc Lord Coconut Juice, how far can you see with those eyes. JPG I said that all the Primarchs are actually investigators running the team, the evil gods are some people in the subspace and Zero is the manifest event. Do you understand? Investigators resolve the incident and survive. Jpg

I saw the stylus attached to me by the original body dancing passionately (jumping up and down) The ant master just held up two rows of big teeth and played drumming and passing flowers with the brothers.

The author hints that the foundation of the legion has some Slavic roots. The popular stereotype of Slavic people is that of barbarians, advocating strongman politics, and literature advocating redemption. These feelings are correct, but they are not comprehensive. I think Maozi has an indescribable tenacity. Pain seems to be a channel for sublimation in Slavic literature. The characters written by some Slavs are unfinished people, and these characters will be sublimated through pain and become a complete individual. Of course, this change cannot be said to be good or bad, but they will improve themselves through pain. Pain cannot defeat them. They will get used to pain and even merge with pain. Now let's talk about the protagonist's legion. The legion in the article gives me a feeling of just living. There is no clear goal and no specific plan. It seems to be running a meaningless race. The emperor has given a terminal and mankind has conquered the galaxy, but the legion seems to have no motivation to run. Of course, these are my feelings from the author's side description, which may not be correct. Then I guess that the protagonist Legion may have an environment of holy fools and suffering, but there may not be a plot to worship blood and pain. After all, pain is just a channel for sublimation. How to become a complete person may be the key that Legion admires. Then will the author add cultural plots with Slavic characteristics, such as painful literature? Is it possible that there are literary authors in the legion? But one key point is that if it is really the Slavic way, then this legion must be extreme. Extreme and docile and extreme rage may coexist at the same time, and there will be a serious salvation plot, and it may be self-sacrifice for something or someone that is self-recognized. I feel like I have a lot to say, but my expressive ability is limited. I can only say so much. I have some additions and corrections for the rest. You can comment. Thank you.

This Warhammer is one of the best books I have ever read. The reason is that the protagonist is purely AI and has no human emotions (at least no obvious emotions), so there is no middle ground for him. His underlying logic is to end human suffering. So he will not follow the emperor because of the emperor's path. As long as the protagonist finds any method that can improve the probability, he will execute it. In addition, he is absolutely hostile to the Four Hawkers (unless the Four Hawkers do not cause pain). It is absolutely impossible to be under the Four Hawkers anyway, plus the protagonist's own self-destruction (if the pain cannot be solved, everything will be lost) So there are only three options: win, die together, or the protagonist is killed in advance (but his AI determines that you have to combine melee psychic tactics with three stages of annihilating his legion and becoming a god to kill him - the protagonist is invincible with strong numerical values. What he doesn't have now is just because his AI feels that he can't do it 😜). I feel that it is Tzeentch's conspiracy. If the protagonist wins, the Black Emperor and the five gods will be finished together. In the future, this situation will lead to infinite changes. Whether the protagonist self-destructs or loses is a huge change. The changes caused by this kind of self-destructing truck cannot be counted 😥. It's a very nice book. Thanks for the light! ! ! ! Loyalty! ! !

Sometimes I also want to write a book, so when I read a book, I take on the author's perspective from time to time. Regarding this book, I can only sigh that the author is really talented. The language organization is connotative, the plot design is in line with Warhammer without crossing the line, and the side descriptions serve the plot very well in subtle ways. A more original plot is more difficult to write than a stinky can, but it is obviously an improvement over a stinky can.

Come on, author, write well

These two words put together are too outrageous

The original video is Pin Hui, the author of Station B's "The Emperor Was Beaten in the Unification War"

I have also read the previous book, and it was quite good. As for this book, it was quite attractive at the beginning. I read it without realizing it, but it suddenly stopped. Alas, I was quite disappointed. So what does this mean? This shows that more updates can make me happy😭