Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The soldiers' dormitories are arranged in the heavy hull of the ship. In order to accommodate as many soldiers as possible, they are stacked together like a honeycomb, small and cramped, dim and stuffy.

Political Commissar Kane stood in the same narrow corridor and could still see the figures of many soldiers in the engine room.

Some servants were sweating and working in the scorching air. This was a very common thing inside every warship. Kane didn't think there was anything wrong.

The conditions on the warship should be so difficult, but as far as he knew, the Ministry of Political Affairs was working hard to improve the living environment on the warship.

It is said that in those ships that have been transformed, the dormitories owned by the soldiers not only have air filtration systems, but can even adjust the temperature.

Kane is looking forward to this. After all, the annoying environment really affects his sleep. He is not for pleasure, but to fight better for the Emperor and the Warmaster.

For the front-line soldiers, this is undoubtedly great news. Kane shuttled along the maze-like corridors between the rectangular reactors.

He walked briskly through the complex pipe system like a spider web.

Until some beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, this is where he lives, close to the engine room, stuffy and uncomfortable.

The air with the smell of engine oil, the scorching temperature, the closed space, these conditions combined, Kane felt that his insomnia might not be entirely due to anxiety.

But such a living environment is far better than that of ordinary soldiers - thank God, he is an imperial hero, so he at least has an independent dormitory, and does not have to squeeze in a room with the big-headed soldiers.

In that case, the smell in his room will also have a strong and damp sweat smell.

And Kane has gradually liked this room during his recent interstellar voyage, because he discovered a little secret here.

His footsteps did not stop, during which he passed by the technical priest who was exuding the smell of engine oil and was talking to the machine soul.

Every time Kane saw these engine oil guys of the Mechanicus, he felt uncomfortable.

Looking at the traces of modification on the other party's body, the thick and rusty cables were inserted into the other party's brain.

Such a human-like existence that is out of the original appearance of human beings greatly stimulated his uncanny valley effect.

But even so, Kane respectfully gave them the Imperial salute when he passed by them.

The technical priests are the treasures on the warship. Whether the ship can run stably depends on their knowledge.

Finally, Kane returned to a small room that belonged to him alone.

There was a thin iron bed in it, and there was almost nothing else.

He carefully closed the door of the dormitory, and after confirming that no one could break into the room, he walked to the bed and gently lifted a thin piece of iron sheet.

His movements were gentle and careful, as if he was afraid of alarming others.

When the iron sheet was lifted, a small observation hole appeared in front of him.

In the hull wrapped in heavy armor, such an observation hole is priceless. Kane bets that even those oil guys don’t know the existence of this observation hole. This is his secret.

When the giant ship is anchored, Kane can look through this observation hole and look at the bright stars.

Kane allows himself to retain his yearning for the beautiful stars.

In the vast starry sky, every shining star is a world with a different destiny. He has conquered many stars, but he is still fascinated by the beauty of the stars.

Of course, when traveling in the warp, Kane will lock this observation hole tightly.

There are many stupid ways to die in the galaxy, but dying by looking directly into the warp is definitely the stupidest one.

Kane saw what he wanted to see from this observation hole, and he was satisfied at this time.

But he did not notice that when his eyes were pressed tightly against the observation hole and looking at the bright stars, his shadow was rippling with abnormal fluctuations.

Midnight Ghost Curze, the Lord of the Night, silently watched the mortal soldier in the shadow.

The wisdom of the Primarch can easily discern his heart from Kane's actions.

Because of this, Curze's heart was stirred with different emotions after ten thousand years.

It was an emotion that was neither angry nor contemptuous, but just right, a profound speechlessness.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed in such a stupid, naive, and easily satisfied ordinary person. This is the current imperial hero who is in the limelight, the legendary political commissar with a great reputation.

But Kane seems not to have finished doing what he thinks is stupid.

After the legendary political commissar looked at the observation hole with his buttocks raised for more than ten minutes, he finally sat back on the bed with satisfaction, and then under the gaze of Curze, he took out a thick "Sacred Words" from under the mattress.

"It's not that the Emperor needs us, but that we need the Emperor."

Kane recited the words he saw, and just the first sentence made his shadow fluctuate again.

Curze swore that if it was the Great Crusade, he would definitely skin this man.

Emperor, you drove me out of the palace just to let me see these?

Is this also your arrangement?

The shadow on the ground gradually calmed down, but his heart was roaring continuously.

In the end, he still resisted the urge to cut this imperial hero into pieces.

Koz defined his death as the beginning of a new life. Now he is no longer troubled by the prophecy and his emotions have become much more stable.

If possible, he would rather be a lonely shadow in front of the throne forever and no longer participate in any events of the Empire.

But he was kicked out recently, twice.

And every time the Emperor did this, he did not tell him the clear purpose in advance, letting him act according to his instincts.

The last time, he was in Terra, and he turned into a murderous ghost.

And this time, after he was thrown out of the Terra Palace, the first person he saw was Kane, the Imperial hero who was ready to go.

So he possessed Kane's shadow and indirectly participated in this expedition.

At first, Curze was a little curious about this legendary political commissar who had become famous.

But after a period of observation, he found that this political commissar was a weak-willed, cowardly, boastful, and easily satisfied fool.

He couldn't even figure out how such a person became a hero of the Empire.

He suppressed the urge to kill thirteen times, and only hoped that Kane would do less stupid things next time, because next time, he would never show mercy.

Meanwhile,

Efilar, who was far away in Villa IV, was attacked by the enemy again after several days of rest.

Horus ordered another offensive against the Imperial Fleet where Efilar was, but the attack was not fierce.

Because his ultimate goal was Dukel, for this purpose, he almost got all the help.

Even some alien warships that were completely corrupted, had their own evil consciousness, and often could not distinguish between friend and foe were sent to the battlefield by him.

There are countless races in the galaxy. Maybe they can't compare with humans, but their technological products are still powerful.

The Imperial Navy will occasionally discover some strange and huge alien creations in some remote galaxies.

For example, the Pharos Lighthouse, the Desa Star Gate, living planets, etc.

These civilizations were even glorious. Although they declined for various reasons, they should not be underestimated.

Horus used all the war creations he collected to expand his army.

At the same time, the Death Guard's Plague Ark also joined them. Seven huge Plague Arks sailed in the raging and terrifying Warp Storm.

The violent vortex that could tear the Imperial Fleet apart had no effect on them.

They were arranged in the shape of "7", which is the number of Nurgle's kind father.

The Plague Ark is a living void whale, which was transformed into a dirty paradise by the Plague Legion.

Therefore, these Plague Arks will emit a wail of extreme regret as they move forward. Supernatural plagues and insect pests are raging in their bodies.

Billions of worms surround the exposed flesh of the void whale, like a layer of milky white veil.

Eight blood-red comets appeared in the Warp, and the demon army of Khorne was also roaring. The demon planet wrapped in blood had a bloody mouth covered with bronze fangs on its surface.

This is a world built entirely by the heads of the defeated by Khorne believers.

The supreme creation finally obtained by sacrificing countless killings to the Blood God.

Countless furious roars came from the bloody comet.

The souls of the defeated roared unwillingly. They did not care about their own death, but just wanted to continue the war that had not yet ended.

Six giants with huge bodies and morbid obesity stepped into the sea of ​​souls with greedy desires.

They were whipped by the desire to eat. They were just ordinary people, but they were eventually captured by the joy of gluttony.

From ordinary food, to exotic food, to everything that can be put into the mouth, step by step, they slipped into the arms of Slaanesh and became puppets of desire.

His body mutated, and his stomach became forever insatiable. Their body size can expand infinitely, just to be able to hold more food.

A large number of noise warriors and Slaanesh demons entrenched in the giant's stomach, soaked in the highly corrosive gastric acid, and they made indescribable groans together.

For the believers of Slaanesh, indulgence at every moment is their most important thing.

Many people understand Slaanesh's indulgence as the debauchery between men and women, but if it is just unrestrained indulgence, it can't even reach the threshold of becoming a Slaanesh believer.

Only extreme pleasure, and the morbid emotions derived from it, or even artistic behavior, are enough to attract the eyes of the Prince of Pleasure.

Ordinary mortals have never had the talent to attract Slaanesh in their entire lives.

To enjoy to the fullest, to experience the ultimate senses, to taste the strong emotions bursting out of the soul.

This also makes the daily activities of Slaanesh believers more and more creepy.

In the realm of Slaanesh, all desires will be endlessly magnified, and gluttons will be blessed and will not be satisfied even if they are as big as a planet.

In extreme sensory experiences, whether forced or forced, Slaanesh believers are willing to try.

And in the hidden darkness, nine crystal towers have been built.

The crystal towers opened the door to the floating world, and countless Tzeentch demons were attracted.

The number is so large that it is immeasurable.

But for the gods, the demon army sent out at this time is only a tiny part.

The main battlefield of the demons is still being held back by the Emperor's Cursed Legion and the Void Priests.

The gathering demon army is like a wave, attacking the imperial army on the planet Belia IV.

The Emperor holds back the gods, which also means that the gods hold back the Emperor.

The demon lords gathered here all knew that once they defeated Dukel here, they would have no more obstacles in the real universe.

The entire galaxy would become their paradise of rampage, and the power of the gods would pour out from the Eye of Terror.

The emotions of those humans who thought they saw hope would turn into the most delicious food when they were in despair.

Countless demons howled in joy, and a feast was about to begin. The demons in the warp would feast on the corpses of the human empire.

And the premise of all this is that they can really defeat Dukel.

Horus was wearing heavy armor and carrying the magic sword Drachanion.

A large number of dark priests and cultists ran around in front of the console.

Horus also saw the demons' joy, and he knew why these blasphemous things were happy.

Because of this, he showed a trace of disdain. When he had used up the power of chaos, he would immediately abandon it.

And these demons would also become his last sacrifice in the final carnival.

Horus looked at the strategic map, and the holographic projection table was showing the attack and defense of the world of Belia IV.

The firepower of the human empire was terrifying, and with these old models of Chaos warships, it was almost impossible to fight against it.

It must be said that the powerful firepower of the empire now has far exceeded Horus's expectations.

But Horus was still full of confidence in the upcoming war.

In this battle, he had enough demons as cannon fodder, far more than Dukel's expeditionary fleet.

And he also found artifacts from the lost world that were enough to make the final decision, which was his confidence in defeating Dukel.

Even at this time, there was more than one Primarch in the Chaos fleet.

The Word Bearers fleet led by Lorgar also appeared here at this time.

"May the throne protect us and return to the Lord's kingdom, which is the ultimate pure land of soul and mind."

In the Word Bearers' ship, a captured state priest was praying.

"Enough, you fool, the curser is nothing." But his prayer angered the Word Bearers who were guarding him.

A Word Bearer warrior came out, "You know nothing about faith, and you have never had the honor to hear the truth."

In fact, the Word Bearers have the right to say this.

Because the predecessor of the state religion was created by them, and even a large part of the Holy Words was compiled by them.

With this experience, even the most devout state church priests are just latecomers who have lost their way in their eyes.

But the state church priest just raised his head and looked at them, then lowered his head, and then silently recited the contents of the Holy Words, and ignored the Word Bearers.

Such actions further ignited the anger of the Word Bearers. The other party was reciting the books they compiled and insisting on the faith they built, but now they were despising them.

A Word Bearer raised a grenade gun and was about to kill the priest.

"The Emperor is not a god, a child who has lost his way."

But at this moment, a giant with golden runes on his skin walked in.

When he heard the voice, the priest raised his head, just in time to see Great Word Bearer Lorgar looking down at him with a compassionate look.