Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The blood god's extremely angry roar echoed in the ocean of souls, and every dark existence shrouded in the long night shivered in this anger.

The damage done to Khorne's realm was even greater than the scorch marks of the Plague Gardens.

The heaven of the God of War is now completely engulfed in war.

As all great beings expect, the Chaos Gods can never truly cooperate.

Even if they unite together in a short period of time, when they complete their goals or notice that the other party has slack, they will betray each other without hesitation and will not feel any shame.

This is the eternal great game of the gods. Until the real winner takes all, the battle in this universe will never stop.

It is better to expect the Dark Gods to abide by the spirit of the covenant than to expect the Emperor to be a good person.

What? The Emperor is a good man? That is only from a human perspective. From the perspective of all sentient beings in the universe, there is no difference between the emperor who destroys the stars and the evil god of darkness.

It's like standing in the perspective of a Slaanesh believer, even looking at Slaanesh one feels that the charm is still there.

In this universe where there is only war, the illusory good and evil are the most abstract concepts. Only eternal disorder and chaotic war are the real themes.

In the deep dimension of the Supreme Heaven, the creatures of all worlds are crying. In this great game, the five supreme beings are constantly raising their trump cards.

Every reversal of the trump card carries infinite power, which is enough to destroy the stars and frighten all souls.

Using the realm of the Blood God as a card table, the Emperor, Nurgle, Khorne, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch all displayed their abilities, and all games were played only to achieve their ultimate goal.

They do not have a clear camp. While destroying the Blood God's realm, they are also at war with each other.

Maybe one second they were fighting together for the same purpose, and the next second they were stabbing each other in the back.

As the initiator of this card game, the emperor was at ease with himself, and he never fell into the slightest disadvantage in the competition with the gods.

The loyal heroic spirits burning with fire are resurrected in His heaven, and they fight and kill in His name.

Khorne's kingdom suffered heavy losses, and on several occasions, even his brass citadel was nearly breached.

After being severely wounded, the remaining three dark powers briefly united, hoping to completely dismember the Blood God's authority just as they had dismembered Tzeentch.

But at this time, the emperor's sword pointed at the coalition of three gods, guarding the brass castle under the golden light.

In the chaos caused by the Lord of Mankind, the dark gods not only failed to obtain the treasures they wanted, but instead became increasingly chaotic, and it completely developed into a chaotic war between ancient gods.

Only the five of them are qualified to participate in this kind of grand brawl of the highest scale in the universe.

A pair of evil pupils stared at each other closely. If either party was slightly distracted, it would inevitably lead to a fatal blow that would never be recovered.

Now the armies of gods and emperors are in the Shura field of the Blood God.

The heroic spirits of the Cursed Legion always maintain a necessary balance. If the offensive of other dark powers weakens, they will strengthen it. If the offensive of the dark powers strengthens, they will hold on.

The entire battlefield remained in a state of balance.

In such a tug-of-war, the energy of the gods was being dragged down one after another, and the Blood God's Heaven was roaring as it was overwhelmed.

And in the material realm, on the battlefield of Terra.

As the blood god's will receded, Angron's entity in the material realm completely collapsed.

Dukel's heart was unmoved by the tragic brother's exit.

Without the Butcher's Nail, Angron could hardly pose any threat to the empire.

The one who should really have a headache for this demon prince should be the Blood God.

Dukel held the Destiny Eagle battle flag tightly and held the flaming sword in his other hand. His feet stepped on this battlefield of blood and fire, leaving solid footprints with every step.

He looked around at the demons and cultists who had been abandoned by the Blood God in the material realm. His majestic body stood proudly in the world, and issued an ultimatum to the minions of the gods.

"I hereby give an order in the name of the Supreme Warmaster. Warriors, take up arms and fight bloody battles to protect our people and drive these abominable evil spirits from our homeland! We must win, for the emperor, for him and Our empire!”

Dukel's voice is loud, firm and powerful. Under the radiation of the power of the soul, even deaf and blind people can still listen to his will and witness his majesty.

The majestic courage and thousands of artillery blasted together, so that every soldier holding a weapon knew who they were fighting for.

For courage, for protection,

"Fight for our Warmaster, for the Primarch and the Emperor, and for our home!"

Standing on the tower of the Lion's Gate, Waldo, the commander of the imperial army, roared immediately.

Thousands of Imperial Guards formed a golden torrent and launched an unstoppable charge against the army of demons and cultists. It had been a long time since anyone had seen these divine soldiers forged by the Emperor himself. These demigod heroes in the eyes of mortals, when they gathered together , what a power it is.

Thousands of halberds burst out with the light of the force field, and the golden armor was covered with the blood of the enemy. These personal guards of the Emperor showed their bravery to thousands of stars without reservation.

With their peak martial arts skills, they slaughtered demons and thugs with ease.

The lion who returned to the battlefield, Sanguinius with blood-stained wings, and many great heroes loyal to the Empire and the Primarch also erupted in their unyielding roars on this home planet of mankind.

They were invincible. In front of the imperial troops with high morale, the demons were so weak that they were easily crushed like ants.

The disgusting limbs were reduced to ashes in the anger of mankind, and the broken flesh and blood piled up into rotting mud.

The light of the Carlos Destiny Eagle battle flag shines on every warrior.

This light strengthens the loyal soldiers and constantly weakens the demons.

The Blood God is shrinking his power, and the scarlet color of the sky is being replaced by thick golden light.

The demons were no longer as rampant as before, and were efficiently slaughtered by many imperial heroes.

In the outer orbit of Terra, the Regent's Indomitable Fleet combined with the power of the Imperial Fists was also mercilessly destroying Khorne's fleet.

The broken remains of the giant ship streaked across the atmosphere on the planet's surface.

The epic battlefield, the sticky golden sky, the bolides that kept sliding down the dome like thousands of meteors, and the heroes fought bloody battles.

The power of human beings to gather together is so great. For ordinary people, this is an out-and-out miracle.

The planetary dignitaries who came from all over the galaxy to watch the ceremony originally intended to visit the celebration of the Supreme Warmaster, but unfortunately they encountered the invasion of Khorne's demonic army.

But they are lucky, because they have witnessed the greatness of the human race on this sacred planet.

The luxurious robes of some of them have been soaked with blood. Although there are more or less scars on their bodies, at this moment, they completely ignore their injuries and kneel on the sacred land of Terra, crying loudly, thinking that they can I was so excited to witness such a scene that I couldn't stop crying.

Even if they die, they die with hope.

Everyone has a premonition that after this war, all the hardships suffered by mankind in the dark age for thousands of years will become an inconspicuous page in the history of the empire.

The loyal people knelt down on all fours in the area protected by the priests of the state religion. They were grateful for the power of the God-Emperor, praised the saints and the great primarch, and shouted long live the Warmaster.

Their emotions of praying to the God-Emperor and their fanatical and irrational beliefs did not involve the Emperor himself this time, but were integrated into the black-gold star in the high sky.

Human beings' unreasonably fanatical beliefs have become the nourishment for the ultimate weapon in the Void Realm. It bursts out more stinky darkness and hotter flames, destroying everything it encounters in the highest heaven.

And the priests of the state religion and the fanatics who came out of the virtual realm added to this power.

Tens of billions of priests went crazy to the extreme in their battles with demons. Many of them died on the battlefield, only to resurrect in the virtual realm.

Finally, when the demon was destroyed, they returned to the battlefield singing hymns.

This is the power of the virtual realm. Mortals who have entered the virtual realm are now extraordinary energy creatures.

They are immortal, and their legions are growing exponentially every day.

Under the destruction of the black stars, the demons of chaos are decreasing day by day.

This is the craziest, most promising technology Dukel has built.

The pride of the Expeditionary Legion, the Slayers of Destruction and the Psychic Sisters, under their siege, even the top gods and demons could only fall one after another unwillingly.

The big devil waved his weapon in vain, trying to retaliate viciously under the siege of the Doom Slayer and the Psychic Sister.

However, in the face of overwhelming force, they can do nothing.

When the war in Terra's atmospheric orbit ended, Guilliman's Indomitable Fleet, Imperial Fists, Sun Guard and other powerful legions returned to the ground battlefield.

Anyone who has tried to push the empire to destruction has paid a painful price.

Tens of thousands of mortal legions carrying heavy firepower filled the vacant defense lines on the ground battlefield and advanced towards the outside of the Lion's Gate.

Eighty-eight terrifying demon armies, countless cultists seduced by Chaos. They were once arrogant, but now they can only roar incompetently, being crushed into broken flesh in front of the torrent of steel.

The fortifications of Terra were retaken.

Altars were overturned one after another, blood rituals were trampled by the warriors, and the thugs had nowhere to escape.

Even if they are hiding underground in Terra, the Dark Angels, who are already familiar with all the conditions underground, will find them accurately, pull them out one by one, line up and shoot them in the name of loyalty.

The stronghold they thought was impossible to find was already locked by the lion's gaze.

And the other side.

The Warmaster's celebration was not postponed due to the war, but was held as scheduled.

This is Dukel's mandate.

Countless Terran bureaucrats became busy due to this order, showing unprecedented efficiency;

The priests of the Mechanicum even prepared their carefully prepared gifts.

It was the most powerful piece of armor known to man.

It is not a relic of an ancient era, but an artifact symbolizing a new era.

This will be exclusive to the Warmaster. Dukel will hold an armor-conferring ceremony in front of everyone. The Supreme Warmaster will wear new heavy armor and open up a new destiny for the empire.

Therefore, on such an important occasion, the Mechanicus did not dare to make any mistakes.

The new Martian Forging General Gris personally adjusted the parameters of this power armor.

Looking at this newly built artifact, even the long-time chief caster couldn't help but exclaim in amazement during the debugging process.

This is a heavy armor made of black, gold, and red colors. The breastplate, shoulder armor, elbows, etc. are inlaid with huge and ferocious scarlet pupils.

The vertical pupils are like the eyes of an evil dragon, and the pressure they carry is enough to match the majesty of a god on earth.

These huge pupils are not just decorations used to intimidate the enemy. The moment they look into the eyes, a dragon's roar will vaguely emerge.

If the owner of the armor releases its power, the power condensed in the vertical pupils alone will be enough to destroy the stars.

The will of the void dragon roared unwillingly in this armor.

It has not yet been tamed, but at this moment the pride of this ancient god in the material realm is like a mischievous horse, waiting for the best rider to tame it.

Gris admired the greatness of this armor while rigorously comparing various parameters. Although he had personally tested it many times before, he could not be too cautious when thinking of presenting it to that great being. .

The breastplate was hoisted with great difficulty by a giant crane. After Gris' mechanical transformation, his body of more than two meters was actually so small when facing this breastplate.

Duker named this heavy armor "Dragon Armor".

Without too many boring names, the word "dragon" can best describe the origin and power of this armor——

Duker sat on the throne on the high platform, waiting for the celebration to begin.

Several aircraft landed at the same time, and the tall figures of his brothers walked out of the opened hatches one after another.

"Dulquer, maybe we should postpone the celebration." Guilliman looked around. Even though the palace area behind the Lion's Gate had not yet been destroyed, standing on this high platform, the tragedy of the battlefield on Terra could be seen clearly.

Seeing the blood and war everywhere, the regent's expression was a little heavy, "Brother, Terra is in a mess now. Taking over the heavy responsibility of War Commander in such a scene is not enough to show your glory."

After hearing this, the Lion King and the Archangel also nodded slightly.

In the opinion of everyone in the empire, the celebration of the Supreme Warmaster should be held in the most sacred and solemn scene, with flowers and cheers everywhere, endless glory and praise, all of which should belong to the Warmaster.

Duker shook his head slightly, "Isn't this great? A great victory, in the blood of the blasphemer."

"Brothers, you know me. I've had enough red tape. What's more, nothing is more glorious than a big victory." He continued,

"I think the celebration at this moment is just the right time."

While they were talking, hundreds of nuns formed several teams and worked together to place huge heads on the pillars around the high platform.

These are the heads of gods and demons captured in the war.

Each head is as huge as a Titan's head.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." Efilar came over at this time, "On the battlefield, we only captured twenty-two relatively intact heads of the big demon."

"It doesn't matter." Duker waved his hand.

He then looked at the several Primarchs,

"My brothers, look at those boulder-like heads. How would I have collected these perfect celebrations at other times?"

The original bodies did not speak. They silently stared at the ferocious heads. The dead faces of the gods and demons still showed the tragic state of their lives.

After seeing the heads of these great demons, the original bodies actually had a hint of envy in their eyes.

When the envious look faded, the lion took the lead and said,

"Brother, congratulations. No gift can be more glorious than these."

Guilliman and Sanguinius also withdrew their reluctant gazes and expressed heartfelt congratulations to Dukel.

They sit on their own throne.

As time goes by.

Under the high platform, countless dignitaries and warriors gathered here.

The sacred square was bustling with activity.

Countless senior clergymen of the state religion walked among the crowd, composing sacred verses and beautiful chapters, and spared no effort to sing songs in praise of Dukel.

The Battle Sisters were stationed at the commanding heights with bolt guns in hand. The loyal girls looked at everything in the square with vigilant eyes and defended their common master.

Terra's top bureaucrats, the real big shots in the empire, knelt humbly under the throne of the original body at this moment, lowering their proud heads.

The priests of the Mechanicum were busy preparing for the celebration, and even the foundry general of Mars was personally inspecting the great armor.

The great human gods sat on their thrones, talking to each other in harmony.

All the founding Space Marine Legions sent their representatives to offer their gifts and loyalty to the Primarch who would take over as Warmaster.

Some nobles with keen political sense who came from all over the galaxy looked horrified at this moment.

The situation in front of him all showed that the war commander who had just returned had received the support of all the forces.

After thousands of years of darkness, all the forces of the empire were once again twisted into one, and they were united again for the first time in thousands of years.

They were shocked to realize that today, the Emperor has not yet stepped down from the throne.

——The Primarch who takes over as Warmaster is the supreme ruler of the Empire.

In the lively square, everyone was venting their long-pent-up emotions at this moment.

At a certain moment, the entire square suddenly became silent.

A tall body of about five meters stepped down from the throne.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, and countless eyes fell on him.

The hum of the machine started, and the great giant armor was draped on his body so perfectly. The roar of the ancient star god could not shake his will.

Wearing armor and holding his sword, with his cape billowing like a sea of ​​blood, the new warmaster read out the oath of the armor-conferring ceremony in front of everyone, and it was also the oath he made to all loyal people.

——“I accept this responsibility because the empire is bleeding.

I take on this responsibility because I have nothing to fear.

I take over this important responsibility as the supreme commander.

I will face heretics, mutants, and aliens;

I will show no mercy, never back down, never compromise;

In the name of war, I am honored.

Going to the battlefield with my comrades-in-arms.

I am courage, I am flame, I am destruction! "

Duker ascended to the highest point of the empire and made a promise to all his subjects.

"Humanity is greater than any creature created by God. Our race is the greatest race in the universe. I fight for mankind! Until glory comes, my progress will never stop!"

"We give orders to the stars, stop and gaze at them, we enthrone ourselves and become the kings of the galaxy!"

"This is our clan's Manifest Destiny!"

With the last word falling loudly,

"Boom!"

All of the Emperor's statues on Terra had thorn rings of fire burning above their heads that could not be seen directly.

The Emperor is still fighting with the gods. He is very busy, but he still creates wonders.

Thousands of people knelt down and cheered.

The emotions gathered together by mankind set off an uproar on the sea of ​​souls.

Duker stood on the high platform, staring at the battlefield that had just concluded on the sacred land of Terra.

In that soil where blood and war intersect,

In that land full of life,

The Warmaster found the victory he had longed for countless times——

——That is the dawn of humanity emerging from the dark ages.

It was the dawn of empire!

"The end of this volume"

——The next volume will be opened tomorrow: Dawn of Empire!