Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Nurgle wanted to use conspiracy to force himself.

So that he could step into the trap they had prepared in advance.

Although Duker didn't know exactly what these traps were.

But you can guess that it will probably ruin your reputation, corrupt you and so on.

It would be difficult for Chaos to kill a Primarch without sending out a large army to encircle and suppress it.

I can only use these cruel methods of playing with people's hearts to disgust myself.

If it were the former No. 2 Primarch, with his previous mental state, he would definitely rush into the epidemic area without hesitation.

But now Duker, with the support of various deduced technologies, can perfectly solve this plague without even taking action himself.

The essence of Nurgle's plague is more of a negative energy curse in the warp.

Duker came to the infected person, although it seemed that the infected person had recovered.

But he can guarantee that as long as he stays away from a certain range, the infected person's condition will relapse immediately.

Just because the curse has not been completely removed.

The soul is released, and a mass of spiritual energy that is like substance condenses in Dukel's palm.

The original body stretched out his palm and gently touched the infected man's head.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!--"

In an instant, a shrill scream echoed from the void.

It seemed that a monster hiding in a hidden place was suffering tremendous pain at this moment.

Black smoke, invisible to mortals, rises from the infected person's head.

This time, the curse will be completely removed.

"Send this soldier to the hospital and get some rest."

Dukel said, and several battle nuns stepped forward and took the infected person down.

"Your Highness, do you have any other instructions?"

Efilar on the side asked with admiration in his eyes.

Although it was not the first time she had seen him, she still admired the greatness of the original body.

"The claws of Chaos have reached out again, Efilar, go ahead, bring the Battle Sisters and the National Religion Fighting Group, and cut off their claws one by one."

Duker issued the order without any implicitness. This time the plague affected many nearby worlds and required a lot of manpower.

If the Chaos Gods use such methods, then they should have a national religion.

"But."

"How to deal with the plague, we don't know how to treat the infected."

Hearing Efilar's question, Dukel smiled and said,

"You don't need to cure the plague. You only need to organize quarantine in the plague area, send blessings, and clean up any chaotic forces that may appear."

"As for treating the infected, I will send others there."

Others are naturally members of the Heart Network.

Using psychic energy can dispel the negative energy curse of subspace. It is not difficult to cure this plague.

The reason why the Battle Sisters and the Ecclesiastical Legion were sent was to appease people and deal with possible traps.

Clean out the lurking demons and cultists.

Hearing the original body's answer, Efilar nodded and asked no more questions.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

After Efilar left.

Duker's consciousness entered the heart network and began to issue tasks.

Ophelia Seven and many of the worlds around it are in a great rift.

The power of chaos has never been far away and has always shrouded these worlds.

For months, Duker had been busy deducing various technologies to build strength for the expedition.

The members of the Heart Network took his place, expelling and cleaning up the invading forces of chaos.

Although it was only in the form of a mission, and the original body did not personally participate in the command, the results achieved were still surprising enough.

With the support of various technologies, the members of the Heart Network are invincible when facing the forces of chaos. Even if Dukel personally participates, it will be difficult to do better.

Although there are still Nurgle legions secretly spreading plagues, for the people of these worlds, this is a rare stable life after the advent of the Dark Ages.

A few days later.

The Council invites the Primarch to join the Council.

Duker was invited to go. After the meeting began, a planetary councilor suggested,

"In the present moment of stability, we should once again promote the greatness of the original body and praise the light brought by His Highness. In this way, we can consolidate the people's faith and give the citizens of the empire hope for the future."

As soon as this proposal came out, almost everyone agreed.

Humanity has spent tens of thousands of years in confusion and darkness. It is indeed necessary to publicize the return of the original body so that the people of many nearby worlds can regain new hope.

Dukel was noncommittal about the proposal.

Having understood the essence, he will no longer lose control in the extreme emotions of the people.

Fanatic faith and hope for the future are indeed the most powerful weapons against the dark ages.

But he always felt that things were not that simple.

This is not groundless, the spiritual realm of fetal breath level gives him a strong sixth sense.

To some extent, this sixth sense is more accurate than the ability to predict the future.

But in the end Dukel nodded in agreement with the proposal.

Just a reminder not to be too extravagant and wasteful.

After receiving the original body's permission, the planetary councilor laughed happily, seeming to be really happy that this celebration was held.

Duker gave the congressman a thoughtful look. He also wanted to know who was going to show his claws to him this time.

"Ha ha ha ha ha--"

Deep in the secret and chaotic subspace, a world has been completely lost in chaos.

A series of extremely joyful laughter sounded in the twisted flesh-and-blood castle.

The former original body, now the Demon Prince Fulgrim, lightly covered his lips and looked at the two items in front of him.

On the table in front of him, there was a beautiful laurel crown and an exquisite rapier.

The gift from Chaos will be given to the resurrected Primarch.

The power of chaos invades, and his two poor brothers will eventually tear off the noble veil.

Kneel down and surrender to the unspeakable power of the warp gods.

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After the planetary councilors left the meeting hall, they prayed in the underground secret room.

Everything became twisted and confusing, and the bizarre subspace, driven by a strong will, disappeared without a trace after throwing away the gift of fate.

With extremely excited and eager mood, and with extremely pious eyes, the planetary councilor held up the rapier in front of him with trembling hands.

This is the gift that will be given to the Great Primarch.

His laughter became joyful, and everything in the room was happily twisted together at this moment. The tables and chairs were intertwined with each other, and the floor and walls blended with each other. Everything seemed to be inseparable from each other, showing the great harmony of life. .

But in this extremely happy appearance.

However, the hearts of the planetary councilors are becoming more and more twisted, and they are pregnant with unparalleled resentment.

The Primarch who should be lost forever should not wake up!

This No. 2 Primarch, who had long since been removed from the Empire, was so audacious that he seized power as soon as he recovered and carried out an inhumane massacre.

The reason given was actually for those untouchables!

What a ridiculous reason. Everything was brought about by the original body. It was all his arrogance and fault.

I just followed the guidance of fate and sent this gift to this arrogant original body.

Yes, that’s it!

After calming down his mood, the planetary councilor walked out of this twisted secret room.