Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The 41st Millennium of the Imperium of Man.

Ophelia No. 7 is a world with rich connotations. She is a combination of the episcopal world and the temple world.

It is also a forging planet with tens of billions of permanent and floating populations.

It is the location of the Holy Land Monastery of the Sisters of the Ecclesiarchy. For those devout followers of the Ecclesiarchy, this planet is the second holy place, second only to Terra itself in holiness.

But now.

Countless subspace demons and chaos warbands rushed into this world called the Second Holy Land.

Abaddon, the Chosen One of the Four Gods, launched thirteen great expeditions, and the Cartier Fortress that contained the Eye of Terror had long since become a paradise of chaos.

The era of decline of human civilization can no longer be stopped, and the scars of the curse tear the entire galaxy apart.

The old Dark Ones and demonic armies spurted out of the cracks like an endless tide.

There is no room to escape destruction.

Countless worlds have been destroyed, countless warriors are wailing, and demons and the children of Chaos are wreaking havoc and torment. All places under the starlight are crying and mourning.

Eternal night will cover everything.

War tears apart the stars and destroys everything that humans are familiar with.

Some psykers with precognitive abilities have already fallen into madness and despair before anything happened. In the not-too-distant future, there will no longer be a place for humans to stand in the vast galaxy.

Everyone will become a tool for the evil god to destroy and play with. Everyone

But that's it.

The long river of all-encompassing destiny has ripples at this moment.

"Quick, rush in!"

"Warmaster Abaddon has ordered that this planet must be destroyed!"

The Fallen Warbands and Chaos Demons launched a mad general attack on the Holy Land, trying to completely destroy the world and bury all the truth about the great figures in the world.

The sound of fighting echoed in the temple.

In continuous battles, the battle losses of the battle nuns have reached nearly 40%, and they are completely forced into a desperate situation. The endless killings squeeze the last war potential of these nuns.

The white-haired nun holding the giant cannon was now covered in scars, and her silver-white power armor was stained black and red with blood.

Hot blood flowed from the horrific wound.

The battle nuns and sisters standing next to her were completely disintegrated under the bombardment of plasma cannons and explosive bombs.

Efilar is holding a giant cannon, one eye is flowing with blood, and he is still chanting the name of the Emperor silently in his heart.

"For the Emperor!"

Either praise the Emperor or load the bullet.

The Battle Sisters never fear life or death.

As she roared angrily, majestic spiritual vibrations exploded and swept around.

It was a blessing from the Emperor. With this powerful ability, countless demons were lifted away, but soon new chaos demons and fallen space warriors rushed up.

The chain sword in his hand cuts into pieces the traitor of humanity in front of him.

The silver-white power armor and the laser-firing melt cannon made her stand out on this battlefield, making her a target of siege.

Poof, a battle nun was cut in half by a giant blade in front of her, and her blood and internal organs were splashed on the ground like it was free.

Her eyes were splitting with rage, and she became more and more crazy as she watched each sister fall.

Efilar turned his head and looked towards the depths of the hall, where beside the static force field, the mechanical priest was still mumbling about operating the complicated machinery in front of him.

"Is there really no other way?"

The priest's mechanically modified cold heart could not help but feel a trace of despair and unwillingness at this moment.

After tens of thousands of years of hard work, they have tried day after day to awaken the great Emperor's son, the sacred Primarch, from the loss of control, but their hope will be completely shattered today.

As Chaos gains the upper hand little by little, the Loyalists are defeated little by little.

"clang!--"

The crisp bell sounded, and the infinite circuits composed sacred runes together.

The receiver hummed and trembled, and the dome slowly unfolded like a giant lotus.

The majestic body sitting on the throne appeared again.

In front of countless chaos demons and fallen warriors pouring into the temple, Dukel slowly opened his eyes.

The ice-cold gaze with infinite murderous intent was burning fiercely in the temple like a ball of flame.

He did nothing but opened his eyes, which made the exhausted battle sisters become more motivated again.

The body that was originally sealed on the throne and became thin after sitting for more than ten thousand years has now returned to a warrior surging with infinite power.

With strong disdain in his eyes, he looked at the devil's descendants and the traitorous warriors.

He was the second son who had all files deleted by the emperor and was forgotten by everyone, as if he had never existed.

Primarch of the Second Legion, Dukel.

A demigod primarch who inherited prowess, martial arts, and the will to fight from the Almighty Emperor.

The temple became extremely silent at this moment.

It formed a strong contrast with the roaring sounds of war outside, and was extremely strange.

Just the powerful oppression in his eyes was enough to make the crazy and chaotic demons tremble and maintain a rare silence.

Even though this great being has disappeared for tens of thousands of years, even though all the truth about him has been perfectly buried in history.

But this figure sitting on the throne still made them extremely frightened.

And all this silence.

It continued until the arrival of a Khorne berserker covered in bone spurs.

Under the shocked gazes of the demons, the arrogant warrior jumped up and struck the ax in his hand towards the throne.

Face the menacing berserkers of Khorne.

Duker just waved his hand casually.

As if the creature that struck him was not a fearsome cultist of Khorne, but just some annoying flying insect.

The Khorne Berserker was sent flying by this slap, and his figure turned into a stream of light and instantly spanned half of the hall. He fell heavily on the wall and became a corpse.

The roar of the body falling to the ground broke the spell of silence.

Accompanied by roars full of evil and madness.

Countless demon cubs could no longer suppress the impulse in their hearts and charged towards Dukel.

They were so overwhelmed by fear and anger that they completely forgot about the distance between them.

They actually tried to kill the newly awakened Primarch.

But at this moment, the Battle Sisters and the Space Marines from other legions burst into high-pitched fighting spirit.

The Primarch was the Emperor's gift to all mankind.

No blasphemy allowed.

War breaks out again.

But Dukel, who was sitting high on the throne, had confusion in his eyes at this moment.

The soul of the Primarch of the Second Legion was finally lost in madness and loss of control. The one who now occupies and uses this god-like body is a soul from a foreign land.

He comes from the earth, but he is not the Terra of this world.

Complex memories washed over his consciousness like a flood. Duker looked shocked, but he quickly calmed down.

No one noticed anything unusual about him.

"If this is discovered, will those lunatic inquisitions burn me too?!"

Dukel, who was familiar with the entire history, felt indescribable at this time.

Just when he was thinking wildly, his expression suddenly turned solemn.

Because he sensed that an extremely powerful spiritual energy was coming, and it seemed that his awakening had alarmed some great existence.

Duker quickly thought silently in his heart,

"Afraid of a hammer, my soul has been wandering in the 3K era of another world for half my life. The Emperor never abandons me and wants to be my adoptive father. My body is the great Primarch. Although the Emperor doesn't say it with his mouth, in his heart Still loved."

Dukel performed urgent self-hypnosis on himself.

To sum it up: "Loyalty!"

Just to be safe, the author is a bit of a cloud hammer. He came into the pit from shooting and blasting, and he only read a rough outline of the original work.

Because I entered the pit from Shuangyou, no matter what other people told me later about how dark the Warhammer world view is and how desperate human beings are, all I could think about was TuTuTuTuTu

It can't be changed.

It took me several months to understand the original work in Shuangyouli Tutu. It is really difficult for me to maintain my awe of the devil.

The tone of this book is also mainly about comfort. I am not very good at exaggerating the feeling of despair, and I probably won't be able to use it.

Moreover, there are too many inconsistencies in the Warhammer worldview. I checked the information while writing and tried to restore it as much as possible.

If there are any errors or omissions, please stick to the settings of this book and treat it as a second creation.

I write a piece of music for everyone to watch.

Be patient.