Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

"There is no true God in this universe, and no will can override the will of mankind. Only the last stone of the last church, smashed against the last priest, can mankind move forward freely - and realize their status as the best to rule the galaxy. Manifest Destiny of the Race!”

In this spiritual realm shrouded in the dust of shattered dreams, Emperor and Emperor waged a decisive battle, and thousands of wills were divided into two distinct camps, fighting in ways that even the Primarchs could not understand.

Until the tall man in golden armor knocked down the last divine throne with the shield in his hand, until the girl holding the golden flame giant sword spoke their common oath.

It was only then that the war that had been going on for thousands of years in the Emperor's consciousness was announced, and the human side finally ushered in a stage of victory.

The three Primarchs watched this unfold.

All three of them, intentionally or unintentionally, added weight to the victory of the Emperor's humanity in this war.

The lion seemed to understand something and remained silent, watching everything happen without making any comment.

Guilliman was completely puzzled. He asked, hoping that his brothers could answer his doubts.

"Dukele, I still can't understand what is happening in front of us now. What does everything here mean?"

"You ask here? This is the realm of the spirit." Dukel replied, "This is a confrontation between the emperor's self-will, a war of abstract concepts. The reason why it looks like this in our eyes is that we To understand all of this, I created an image.”

"A battle between self-wills, but you really pierced our father's chest with your sword." Guilliman still couldn't understand, and he asked again.

Before Duker could answer him, the Lion took the lead and said, "Your Majesty's situation is different. The development of the state religion and the fanatical worship of mortals over the past ten thousand years have made the emperor's divine nature stronger and stronger. He needs a A force to tear apart this golden layer of illusory divinity. This is Dukel's mission. The Emperor has made a grand plan for his own ideals, and you and I have also played different roles in this. effect."

While the Lion King was speaking, he focused his gaze on Dukel's expression. After seeing the other party nod slightly, he showed an expression that was indeed the case.

As if a huge boulder had fallen from his heart, the lion's tense expression had obviously relaxed since he entered this spiritual realm.

"Leon, even you know what's happening here?!" Guilliman said in surprise, "My brothers, how much else have you hidden that I don't know?"

"Before these things actually happen, everything is just unfounded speculation." The lion spread his hands, showing a helpless expression.

Ever since they woke up, the emperor who sat on the Golden Throne was speechless, and his will was never revealed, and everything required them to guess.

Under such circumstances, who dares to swear that what he knows must be correct?

"Only relying on speculation, Dulquer dared to pierce the sword into the chest of the Eternal Emperor and perform sorcery." Guilliman murmured. This was not a question, but a shock to the other party's courage.

"That's not witchcraft!" Duker retorted, "that's the power of the soul, which is the most pure power that can only be born from the purest will. It is the material of the spiritual world and the most manifestation of the noble will. entity!"

Duker patiently explained to his brothers the composition of the power of the mind.

The lion calmly turned his gaze to the side, and Guilliman had no intention of learning humbly.

Only now, after Duker and the Lion answered the question, did he vaguely understand that he seemed to have participated in the greatest event with the most ignorant attitude.

And, also achieved victory?

At this moment, he felt deeply that Terra had a trick, and he wanted to return to Macragge.

"Kids, you did a great job."

The embodiment of the Emperor's emotional will, the majestic and powerful man in golden armor suddenly appeared in front of the three Primarchs.

As the embodiment of sensibility, his eyes were filled with joy, and his words expressed his praise for the original body without hesitation.

Everything the three primarchs did after they woke up was seen by him, and his sons proved with facts that they were already the most powerful warriors of the empire and the unobtainable pillars that helped mankind get out of the dark years.

The Emperor loved every human individual emotionally, but his feelings for the original body were slightly different after all.

The little girl who represented the ideal of the Emperor hid behind the man in golden armor, curiously examining the three Primarchs.

"This is what we should do, father." The Lion replied reservedly. As the eldest son, he has a sense of responsibility that other primarchs do not have. He always acts silently, but never asks for more. "Loyalty is the most important thing for a loyal person." Good reward.”

"Old man, it's time to step down from that damn throne." Compared with him, Duker seemed much more casual. The unique experience of the second son of the empire made him the one who least cared about the authority of the human emperor among the original bodies. ,

"How long do you want to rest? In this dark century where everyone is risking their lives, there are too many wars waiting for you. Magnus has been brought back by me, and you can join these wars at any time. "

Guilliman nodded in approval and agreed, "Yes, in the years since you ascended the throne, too many people have deviated from your ideals. In the wars about the survival of the race, countless mortals have thrown away their own ideals. Hot blood. The Empire needs your guidance, Your Majesty."

There was a bit of sadness in Guilliman's eyes. After he woke up and learned of the current chaos in the empire, the burden of responsibility pressed on his shoulders like mountains, making him breathless.

He knew that he did not have the ability to solve all this, but for the sake of the common ideal, he could only work hard to support it.

Perhaps only when the Emperor returns can all problems be solved.

"Hope never disappears." The emperor looked at Guilliman with his emotional side, "Humanity has experienced darker times than now, but it has never been truly defeated."

Then the Emperor looked at Dukel, his eyes apologetic, "When the Webway project completely failed, there will be no possibility for mankind to escape from the subspace in a short time. Someone must stay in the subspace. Fight against those dark beings."

"Watching the future of mankind on this creation of the dark technological age is a mission I cannot refuse."

——"And you, Duker, you also have your own mission. Go, child, and become the war commander of the empire again in the eyes of all people, just like you did thousands of years ago, continue this unfinished expedition."

"And I will also declare war on those dark beings who claim to be gods in the spiritual realm."

"Let us embark on the second great expedition together and subvert the dark age again. Let us fight side by side in the spiritual realm and the physical space to complete our unfinished ideals until we defeat all enemies and until mankind is revived again and realizes their dominance as Manifest Destiny for the Galaxy’s Finest Race!”

When the lion heard the word 'Warmaster', he sighed slightly in his heart, but he was not too lonely.

The Lion King is not obsessed with the false reputation of Warmaster as outsiders speculate. He is not greedy for the power and status of the position of Warmaster. The reason why he strives for it is just to gain the emperor's approval.

When the Emperor spoke his last words, the entire spiritual world became illusory and blurry.

In the moment before the spiritual world completely disappeared from their eyes, the Lion King saw the Emperor's encouraging gaze, which was exactly what he expected.

Real universe, inside the throne room.

Waldo was at the edge of the psychic storm, anxiously watching everything that happened on the throne. Although he was seriously injured and was about to fall, his will was still squeezing his body, forcing him to witness this atrocity with his own eyes. Final Results.

He couldn't understand why the two Primarchs also stagnated in place after touching the cloak of the second Primarch. But he knew that this situation could not continue forever.

Finally, his waiting came to fruition. The original bodies that had been stagnant in his sight for a long time finally made their next move.

He saw Guilliman and Leon loosen their grip on Dukel's cloak as soon as they returned to consciousness.

Then he saw that the original body who had thrust the sword into the Emperor's chest slowly withdrew his weapon from the horrific wound.

This abominable atrocity made Waldo's eyes split with rage. He felt the blade of the sword being pulled away, and every inch of the blade was like cutting into his heart, making his heart twist like a knife.

"Why! Why do you treat your biological father like this?!"

The commander of the Imperial Guard loudly questioned the murderer.

At the same time, he could not understand why Guilliman and Leon allowed evil to happen before their eyes.

But the three Primarchs ignored him.

"Dukele, are you sure it's possible for this wound to heal?"

Guilliman looked at the scar that he couldn't bear to look at, and couldn't help but ask.

From the wound that penetrated the emperor's body, golden flames as thick as blood flowed out, as well as spiritual power that was so rich that it was visible to the naked eye. These were almost the two most powerful forces he had ever seen.

He has no doubt that once this power loses its restraint, it will destroy the entire Terra, and even the entire Terra galaxy, in an instant.

This was thousands of times more serious than the sword Fulgrim stabbed into his neck, so he was even more worried that it would leave an eternal wound to the Emperor.

"Of course." Dukel pulled away the sword that made him feel extremely heavy from the emperor's wound, and looked at Elsa who was wearing a gauze.

"Elsa, start the treatment plan."

"Alien, can you take your dirty claws away from His Majesty's body!" Hearing Duker's voice, Leon once again noticed the alien fingers on the emperor's skin. This made him furious.

"Are you sure you want to do this, even if it will cause your Majesty to die completely?" Leon's disgusted gaze made Elsa very uncomfortable, so she asked unceremoniously.

The lion kept silent.

"Your Highness, which treatment plan should I activate?" Elsa asked Dukel.

"twenty two."

After hearing the original body's answer, the goddess of life burst out with a look of surprise in her eyes. Among all the preparation plans, No. 22 was the most perfect result.

This means that the human emperor has the possibility of a complete cure. Humanity and even all creatures in the universe no longer have to worry about a terrifying existence awakening from the throne and destroying all creatures in the universe.

At this moment, Dukel finally pulled the extremely heavy sword away from the emperor's wound.

The violent psychic storm subsided.

Then, a real miracle happened in front of everyone's eyes.

Endless vitality was injected into the body of the Eternal Emperor, and the horrific wounds slowly healed, and then,

boom!

The first faint heartbeat sounded from the shriveled remains of the Emperor.

Naturally, this cannot be hidden from anyone present. Even Waldo, who is a member of the Forbidden Army, is still an existence that is difficult for mortals to reach. This weak heartbeat was so clear in the ears of the original body and the Imperial Army at this moment, like thunder, making their minds go blank and deafening.

Endless life flows, and the heartbeat inside the shriveled corpse gradually becomes more powerful. Then came the sounds of blood flowing, pulse beating, and muscle texture rubbing together.

Every sound within the Emperor's corpse was like the most beautiful piece of music in the galaxy, captured by pairs of extraordinary ears without missing a beat.

The anger in Waldo's heart had long since dissipated, and he was extremely shocked as he watched the miracle happen in front of him.

As if going back in time, lush hair grew on the Emperor's pale scalp, and his withered body gradually became plump and plump. Under the influence of the divine power of life, all the traces of the Emperor's past conquests were healed together.

Until the endless golden light emerged, announcing the resurrection of the human emperor.

The Emperor of Mankind once again sat on his throne in an extremely vivid manner.

Duker watched this scene happen, but completely different emotions surged in his heart.

The Emperor could have stepped down at any time from the technological creature that had tortured him for millennia.

But for the sake of the survival of mankind, he resolutely chose to sacrifice himself and stay on the cruelest torture device in the galaxy.

He will fight in the spiritual realm and become the loneliest watcher of mankind.

He will declare war on the dark gods in the realm of chaos in full glory and participate in the endless war.

Life is the Emperor's currency, the currency by which humanity's survival is purchased.

The largest denomination among these currencies is the Emperor himself.

"Perhaps a speaking device could be installed on the Golden Throne?"

Duker looked at the Emperor who had risen from the dead and thought in his heart.

The speaking machine may not alleviate the pain suffered by the Emperor, but it can allow his will to be communicated freely.

Although Duker was in the spiritual realm of the Emperor, he destroyed many divine Golden Thrones and absorbed a massive amount of original origin.

But the loss of these energy is negligible to the emperor. The power carried in his will is still not something that mortals can bear.

If he remembered correctly, the prototype of the Golden Throne Talker was stored under the palace.

Even if he didn't, it didn't matter. With his current accumulation and calculation power, it wouldn't be difficult to make a speaking device for the emperor.

Just as he was thinking,

"Plop——"

After the Emperor was completely healed, Elsa lost strength and fell to the side of the Golden Throne due to excessive wear and tear.

The burden of this loss was no lighter than the heavy punch that Duker had given her. It looked like she needed to rest for a long time.

He came back to his senses at the sound of the goddess falling.

Dukel picked her up and carried her on his shoulders,

"What needs to be done is done. I'm going back to the Fire of the Heart. Terra's Administrative Department is still reviewing and approving my fleet."

The Emperor was perfectly cured, and the greatest hidden danger to the Human Empire was completely eliminated. Dukel couldn't help but smile at ease as he bid farewell to his brothers.

Watching the Second Primarch stride down from the throne.

Waldo, the commander of the Forbidden Army, looked confused and was stunned for a moment.

He didn't know whether he should stop the other party from leaving.

The other party pierced the emperor's chest, this was a fact. But the other party saved the emperor again, which is also true.

Fortunately, just before he made a decision,

"Wait, Dukel." Guilliman said in front of the throne.

"The celebration of your taking over as Warmaster will be today in the next month of Terra. How about that?"

The Imperial Regent asked for his opinion.

"Okay." Duker didn't care when the celebration would be held. After casually agreeing, he continued to the regent,

"About taking over as War Commander, don't publicize it for the time being."

"What do you mean?" Guilliman quickly figured out why the other party did this.

Duker wants to wipe out all those corrupt dignitaries before taking over as Warmaster!

Once the news of his succession as Warmaster is spread, those powerful people will no longer leave any excuses, and they will never dare to challenge the majesty of the Second Primarch.

Power comes from violence. There may not be good people among those powerful, but there will never be fools.

"Brother, I think the celebration of succeeding the Warmaster is more important." Guilliman reluctantly persuaded,

"The start of the second great expedition will bring the greatest confidence and hope to the people. In comparison, those rotten maggots are insignificant."

Guilliman feared that Dulquer would spend too much time clearing out the powerful, thus delaying the celebration.

"Don't worry, the celebration will go on as scheduled."

Duker was unfazed by this;

"It's just some moths. They can be killed in a few days. How long do you expect a group of mortals to play with me?"

After finishing speaking, he walked past Waldo and walked towards the outside of the palace.

"I hope so."

Guilliman looked at the opponent's back, but in the end he said nothing more.

Then he and the Lion King also walked past the imperial soldiers who came after hearing the news, and left the emperor's palace.

At this moment, only Valdom, the commander of the Forbidden Army, stood there dumbly.

ah?

Not only was the Second Primarch not punished for his assassination of the Emperor, but he was even promoted?

Will he take over as Warmaster on this day next month?

Waldo's brain was in chaos.