Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The Supreme King Caligus sat dejectedly on the throne. He was once the pride of Darok and an ambitious lord. When he was crowned king, he vowed to lead the people of Darok to great glory.

But now, the fire of destruction burned fiercely, burning everything he had, and all his vows and ambitions.

Why did it become like this? The Supreme King thought sadly in his heart.

He remembered the Chaos Wizard, who was wearing a dark blue robe with bird feathers and mysterious runes that he could not understand. Perhaps everything was destined from the moment the wizard walked into Darok's palace and handed him the crystal ball.

Or maybe it didn't matter what he chose. In the eyes of the two giants, Chaos and the Empire, Darok was just a toy that could be manipulated at will.

Perhaps the only difference was whether it was the Imperial Army, the demons in the Warp, or both that brought destruction to Darok. No matter what choice he made, he could not escape the ending today.

Resentment and hatred bit Caligus's heart like a poisonous snake.

When he heard that those barbaric soldiers from the Empire were openly discussing how to deal with him.

His anger rose to the peak. The dignity of being a king did not allow him to live in disgrace.

"I will not accept your judgment, nor will I be taken away by you. I was born in Darok and died in Darok. My body and soul belong to this world, and no one can deprive me of them! I hate you, soldiers, I hate you and your Empire! In my eyes, you are no different from the evil in the warp! Hahahaha, let's die together, I will become a ghost, and you will never have peace!"

High King Caligus suddenly stood up from the throne, his majestic body laughed wildly like thunder, his golden hair swung, and in a trance he felt that he had returned to the past again, still the high-spirited king.

The Catachan commando captain sensed something was wrong.

"Stop!" he shouted.

He shouted loudly while rushing towards Caligus on the throne.

But he was a step too slow after all. With a roar, the Iron Throne trembled and burst out with an invisible terrible impact.

In an instant, the crystal dome of the spire suddenly burst, and countless crystal fragments turned into a colorful blizzard.

Even though the tactical team activated the shield of the Destroyer Armor at the first time, they were still thrown out of the tower by this unstoppable invisible energy.

Fortunately, their jetpacks were not damaged, and they stabilized their bodies in mid-air with the help of powerful thrust, without any substantial damage.

Ma Bo was suspended in mid-air, with the tail flame of the jetpack burning behind him. The imperial hero was now carefully examining this sudden impact and looking for a way to calm the energy storm.

Although his expression did not change and his eyes were as fierce as usual, his heart was far from calm as it appeared on the surface. Just before the explosion, he saw the commando captain pull the Supreme King away from the throne and turn on the shield system.

He resisted the energy impact head-on, and the blasphemous thunder and flames exploded, and the commando captain flew directly from the edge of the tower top platform.

Like a fallen leaf, he was swept away by the violent shock wave.

Even more unfortunately, the brutal force damaged the commando captain's jetpack.

At the same time, this responsible commando captain also needed to protect Caligus and let the sinners of this war live.

The fierce and ruthless impact made the commando captain almost faint, and the console of the Destroyer I armor was also flashing a red alarm wildly and rapidly.

Fortunately, the legendary hero Mabo fired in time at this time, shattering the center of the explosion and curbing the shock wave.

The roar of the explosion made the whole world tremble. Mabo's bullet seemed to hit an invisible existence.

A sharp cry of pain sounded in the whistling sound, and the violent shock wave stopped abruptly.

The subspace energy wave that swept everything like a high wall quickly subsided at this moment, and the hurricane and thunderstorm also dissipated into nothingness, and the crystal fragments poured on the gem platform of the tower.

When the commando captain flew out of the tower, Mabo saved him at the critical moment.

It was really thrilling just now. The huge energy impact destroyed the jet pack and caused problems with the energy pathway.

If he was allowed to fall from the top of the tower thousands of meters high, even with the protection of the Destroyer armor, he would have no chance of survival.

Caligus, who was also hit, turned over with trembling, and looked at the iron throne reluctantly.

Although the throne was crushed in the impact just now, just like his glory and ambition were crushed.

Although Caligus was rescued, he was also seriously injured. Without the protection of thick armor, his chest was completely sunken. He suffered great pain, and blood flowed from his mouth from time to time.

He fell to the ground in a very embarrassed state, covered in blood, and even the gorgeous robe on his body was tattered. He no longer had the majesty and composure of a king.

"Why?" He asked the soldier painfully.

He wanted to die, but he was still alive. He couldn't understand why the commando captain in front of him risked a huge risk to save him.

"You have no right to decide your own death. This right belongs to the Emperor and the Warmaster, not you, a traitor."

"Madman." After receiving the answer, Calliguis vomited a mouthful of blood, cursed feebly, and then fainted completely.

The commando leader took off his broken helmet, and a deep scar appeared on his face.

The bleeding continued, and soon his face was covered with blood, but this was already a blessing in misfortune. The Destroyer Armor took the fatal blow on his behalf. Without the protection of the helmet, he would have been decapitated at this moment.

But the Destroyer Armor is not the power armor of a Space Marine after all. This can be seen from the cost. Its defense is much weaker than that of power armor.

The commando leader was seriously injured.

The storm just now still almost killed him.

Two Catachan strike troopers carried the High King away and called a medical team for the strike leader.

The commando captain felt that his vision was getting blurry, and then he fell into a trance and collapsed.

He could hear the terrified voices of his teammates before completely losing consciousness.

The assault soldiers shouted his name loudly, their tone full of worry.

"Why are you howling? I'm not dead yet." The commando captain muttered in his heart, then completely passed out.

While half asleep and half awake, he vaguely saw, or heard, or felt. This was a sensory experience that he had never had before - but he could detect that there was a star on the deep and hidden dome of the sky. The incomparably sacred giant eyes cast a gaze on him.

It was an indescribably huge thing, one of the tens of millions of eyes on the high-speed rotating roulette wheel, but it was still enough to take him, and even the entire world of Darok, into its eyes.

The boundless pupils covered the entire sky, and he could clearly see that at the bottom of the pupils, which were as bottomless as an abyss, endless red flames were burning.

Surprisingly, in such a terrifying scene, the commando captain did not feel any due fear. On the contrary, almost infinite courage surged in his heart.

"Devona, your name."

A voice resounded in his consciousness. This voice was like the collective shouting of thousands of brave men. All proofs of courage in human history can find an obvious background here.

"Yes, my name." Devona responded happily. He felt extremely honored to be remembered by such a being.

But the next moment, his body began to fall suddenly, as if falling from a height of tens of millions of meters, with an indescribable sense of panic.

When he fell to the bottom, he once again felt the weight of his body and the burden of the world.

Catachan Commando Captain Devona suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was back on the Imperial battleship.

The operating light above his head made his eyeballs feel an unbearable sting.

The pharmacist is giving him emergency treatment.

"Your Majesty, you woke up so quickly." When a pharmacist saw him opening his eyes, he immediately screamed in shock.

"I'm sorry soldier, I was just too shocked." As if aware of his own mistake, the pharmacist whispered apologetically,

"Based on your brain damage, the probability of you being able to wake up is only 22%. Even if everything goes well, it will be a few months before you wake up at the earliest. With the help of the Emperor, this is truly a miracle."

Devona was silent. Even though his consciousness was awake, his perception was still a little trance-like.

He unconsciously recalled the giant pupil that enveloped the world, and the red flames in the abyss's eyes. He didn't know yet what it meant - maybe it was just a dream that was destined to be unforgettable.

Then he turned his attention back to himself.

He saw that the pharmacist was using a sharp needle to inject some kind of medicine into his body.

"What is this?" Devona asked.

"Oh, this is an anesthetic. We are operating on you. I have to say that you are really seriously injured. Although the appearance is still intact, the violent concussive impact has made your body a mess. Well - it's like being covered in dough. Wrapped meat, we almost gave up on you."

Devona: "."

He wanted to say that he could actually save something.

But before the words were spoken, the anesthetic took effect and he passed out again, allowing the pharmacists of the Medical Order to open his body and take out the fragments and rotten flesh that were enough to kill him.

Devona's injuries were so serious that even if the pharmacist on the ship gave him emergency treatment, they could not say that he could be completely cured.

He would have to undergo a long period of rehabilitation and would struggle with the painful sequelae for the rest of his life.

His attending physician vaguely suggested to him that maybe it was time to consider retiring, stay away from the war, and pursue an ordinary but stable life.

With his meritorious deeds, it was enough to ensure that he would have enough food and clothing for the rest of his life, and live a happier life than most people in the empire.

But Devona was unwilling to make such a decision. He didn't want to break away from the regiment where he had served for half his life - but he had to admit that in his current situation, this was an issue that had to be considered.

On the first day after the operation, when the anesthesia wore off, he could clearly feel the physical pain. Even while lying on a comfortable hospital bed, the pain was still unbearable.

While enduring the physical pain, I thought about the difficult decision. He stayed up all night, enduring both mental and physical suffering alone in the ward.

And by the second day of surgery—he was healed.

Yes, it was so sudden. When the bell rang the next day, his body immediately freed himself from the heavy pain.

He carried out a whole set of intense Catachan daily training programs in the ward. Until this moment, when he finished them smoothly, he found that his body not only had no sequelae, but even became stronger.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, still unable to believe the miracle that happened to him.

But in the galaxy, miracles do not mean good things. Any abnormal things are often related to heresy.

Devona was worried that he was cursed by the uncleanness of the warp, or some kind of blasphemous witchcraft.

Just as he was thinking about going to the priest to report himself.

The door of his room was opened and a woman walked in.

When the woman walked in, the whole room seemed to light up, and the simple house became brilliant and sacred because of her arrival.

Devona subconsciously looked over, and then unconsciously held his breath.

He could see the difference between this woman and mortals. She had no flaws that mortals should have. She had white hair and silver eyes, and her whole body was like a flawless jade carved into an exquisite creation.

This was the most beautiful woman Devona had ever seen in his life, but the holiness that came to him made him unable to have the slightest blasphemous heart.

Then, he found the only great person who could match her in his memory - the commander-in-chief of this rebellion suppression mission, the Saint of the Spiritual Order, the Seraph of the Warmaster, Saint Efilar.

Thinking of the various titles of the other party, he felt ashamed, humbly lowered his proud head, and saluted awkwardly.

"No need to be so polite." The saint showed a pure smile, "I just came to visit the battlefield hero who captured Caligus. You look like you have recovered well, or have you recovered?"

Hearing this question, Devona's face showed uneasiness and embarrassment. He didn't know how to explain what happened to him to the saint.

Or rather, even he himself couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Don't worry, maybe it's your loyalty that makes the miracle happen." The commando captain saw the pure white light in the saint's eyes.

His heart gradually settled down. Even the saint recognized his loyalty. He thought he didn't need to report himself to the priest anymore.

"Dvona, you did a good job. Mabo gave me a complete report on the war. Because of your heroic sacrifice, the empire will obtain important intelligence."

Hearing the other party's praise, Devona felt a little hot on his face.

Yes, he was shy, but there was nothing shameful about it. Any citizen of the empire was a child in front of the saint, even if he was a tough guy from Catachan.

"For your outstanding performance and calm decision-making on the battlefield. For this reason, I have applied to the Warmaster to appoint you as the commander of the first Destroyer Mech Corps of Catachan. Sly Mabo and your subordinates will also be transferred there, and you will work together again."

"Ah?"

Devona showed a surprised expression, his face full of disbelief. He was seriously considering retirement the day before, and now he has become the commander of an elite corps?

"You won't refuse, will you? The brave and fearless Catachan warriors will not be afraid of this heavy responsibility."

Looking at his stunned look, Efilar joked.

"No, no, no, I accept it." Devona was a little incoherent with excitement, and of course he would not refuse.

All he worried about did not happen. When he woke up again, his injuries were healed, and he did not have to separate from his fighting brothers. He even had the opportunity to offer his greater loyalty to the empire in the future.

Everything happening before his eyes was so beautiful that it made him feel unreal.

Efilar nodded, smiled, and then turned and left.

When she turned around, the smile on the saint's face quickly faded. Of course, this was not directed at the battlefield hero Devona, but about the finishing work of the Darlock world.

In the saint's view, this was an ordinary mission to suppress rebellion, no different from the hundreds of rebellions she had suppressed in the past, but the facts proved that the saint would also make mistakes.

In this war, perhaps ordinary soldiers have not noticed too many abnormalities, but Efilar has seen too many things wrong.

The crystal tower of the Supreme King Caligus, the nine-step ladder, the crystal dome, and the fragments of the crystal ball brought back by Devona's tactical backpack.

All these omens point to an abominable existence - the Tzeentch demon.

Any seemingly simple thing will become complicated and elusive after the appearance of Tzeentch believers.

Efilar attaches great importance to the intelligence of the Supreme King, so she applied to the headquarters and transferred the best interrogation master.

Asmodai from the Dark Angels Chapter, the oldest and most successful interrogation priest in the chapter.

In countless wars, even the most stubborn enemies would be terrified as long as Asmodai's name was mentioned.

Even Efilar himself did not expect that the command center would send Asmodai in person.

But this did not surprise the saint too much. According to the gossip Efilar got, this interrogation priest seemed to have a conflict with the Lion King and was currently idle.

The reason was that Asmodai, for some reason she did not know, madly targeted the Angel of Pardon beside the Lion King, which made the Lion King unhappy.

The above are not official information. Gossip is a woman's nature, even nuns are no exception. These gossips are what Efilar heard from the nuns, and the authenticity cannot be confirmed.

As for whether Asmodai and the Lion King really have a rift, Efilar does not care.

As long as this interrogation priest can successfully dig out the deepest secrets of the Supreme King's consciousness, it will be fine.