Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Since the start of the Second Great Crusade of mankind, the Empire has received frequent victories. The unstoppable Imperial Army has penetrated deep into the Eye of Terror and used its swords to fight against the evil things in the warp. The battle line of mankind has expanded steadily. This time, mankind has finally escaped the fate of being oppressed by Chaos for thousands of years and has become a true invader and perpetrator.

With the construction of the battle line, the loyalist legion has completely established a foothold inside the Eye of Terror, and the passage between the Empire and the Dark Side is firmly controlled by mankind. With the opening of the passage, the organized expeditionary auxiliary corps was split up. They carried the mission and used this passage to shuttle between the Empire and the Dark Side, extending a helping hand to the lost worlds of the Dark Ages.

More people of the Empire have received the gift of survival, and the heroic statue of Warmaster Dukel has risen from the ground in the millions of worlds of the Empire. This is not the order of anyone, but the spontaneous praise of the Warmaster for his great achievements by all the people.

The dark intentions of the traitors and the fallen sons have been completely suppressed. Now in the galaxy, all the places where weapons are intertwined are under the majesty of the Warmaster.

Countless citizens of the Empire were in tears. Whether they were soldiers, officials, craftsmen, or cleaners at the bottom of the nest, the passion in everyone's heart was ignited. Perhaps today, the expedition of the Warmaster has not really benefited them.

But in their hearts, they have already gained something more valuable-hope.

Hope is the dawn of the golden age of mankind. It is also the supreme luck to be able to return to the throne with hope in mind.

No matter what your identity is, whether you are a legendary hero or a citizen of the Far East, you must not forget to regain the golden dream that our race once broke.

Long live the Emperor, long live the Warmaster!

Above-- Anna, a special reporter from Terra Newspaper.

Dukel put the newspaper in his hand on the desk.

Compared with other Primarchs, Dukel pays more attention to the influence of public opinion. This is not because he is more far-sighted, but with the promotion of the virtual communication system, the millions of worlds of the Empire will be more closely united.

In the past internal wars of the Empire, most betrayals came from the blockage of information.

Many times, soldiers and the people of the empire picked up their guns and joined the battle without knowing what was going on. They did not intend to betray, but they just did not know who their enemies were.

Ten thousand years ago, there were many worlds that did not recognize the emperor, but only recognized the warmaster Horus.

After this technological innovation, public opinion has become a more cost-effective tool.

Except for a little bit of inflammatory words, most of the information spread in newspapers is not much different from the truth.

The empire is gradually moving towards a better situation with the victory of the expedition.

The front line is stable, many worlds have been rescued, and the fog of darkness seems to be being revealed little by little.

The forbidden knowledge of the Martian God Cult has been lifted, and the human ships and cannons have shown superior performance in the battle with the enemy. Now the warmaster has an endless army under his command, with strong soldiers and horses, and many outstanding people, and many things no longer need the warmaster to do it himself.

On the surface, Dukel, the warmaster of the empire, seems to be able to rest for a while-until Horus brings the enemy to him again.

But Dukel seems to be a hard-working person.

He did not enjoy this hard-earned leisure time, but returned to Terra without stopping and continued to work for the Empire.

"My Lord." The voice of a mechanical priest in the Primarch's office brought his thoughts back to reality.

In this office, many of the Empire's top engineers and technology priests gathered together at this moment. They looked up at Dukel who was sitting behind his desk in deep thought.

Dukel glanced at the priest,

"Let's start our plan, gentlemen, for the Empire."

With his words, everyone turned from static to action.

And their goal this time was the throne hall, the core area of ​​the Terra Imperial Palace.

When the Warmaster's tall body led a group of weak scholars to arrive here, the guards immediately looked solemn, and they dispersed to guard the throne.

But this vigilance was not aimed at Dukel or the scholars, but at what they were going to do next.

Waldo looked at Dukel, his eyes full of complexity.

The Warmaster personally appointed by His Majesty is here to make trouble again.

Every time he saw Dukel, he felt nervous. After so many times, he even had a stress reaction.

But he had no choice, and he couldn't refuse.

Because every time Dukel came to the Golden Throne, it was to liberate the Eternal Emperor from this miserable throne.

Thousands of mechanical servants came and went, and began to work intensively.

The terrible energy was gathering, and a magnificent arch deep in the throne room began to burst into light.

The mechanical priests and engineers did their best to control the instruments, and they walked around the control console in a hurry.

And what they are facing now is the Emperor's ultimate dream, the Imperial Webway.

The servants began the final opening steps of the Webway Gate in an orderly manner.

One indicator light after another lit up, and the light between the gaps of the huge arch became more and more dazzling.

At this time, the Doom Soldier raised the double-barreled shotguns in his hands, and the commissar of the Mortal Auxiliary Army blew the whistle.

The nuns also began to check their equipment to ensure that everything was foolproof.

Dukel stood at the front, the sword in his hand was covered with flames and burning.

Behind this webway archway was an unimaginable wave of demons.

Their number was endless and could easily fill the entire Terra.

Their existence made the Emperor feel uneasy, and even Duker did not dare to act rashly against the demons in the webway.

If there was a slight mistake, the whole of Terra would usher in the real doomsday.

Therefore, it was not until Duker launched the Second Great Crusade and dealt a heavy blow to Chaos that he made full preparations to open this gate.

Now, he will clean up the demons in the webway and liberate the energy that the Emperor was trapped here.

One machine after another made a deafening roar, and the terrible energy that gushed out dyed the void into a halo of various colors.

These machines, which were born out of the Emperor's great conception, have been sealed for thousands of years and finally have the moment to see the light of day again.

Duker stared at the huge arch that seemed real and illusory, and his eyes seemed to see through everything behind the door.

"Your Highness, everything is ready." Mars Casting General Gris personally presided over it. When everything was flawless, he asked Duker for instructions.

Dukel raised the sword in his hand high, and the blood-soaked cloak behind him fluttered.

"Gentlemen, hold the sword for loyalty, shed blood for the living, for our broken dreams, and for the eternal hatred of mankind!"

"If you don't know why you are fighting, let me declare it! In the future I wrote myself, the stars are included and the galaxy is unified. Our dreams of the past have come true under my command, and the glory of your fantasy will be enjoyed under my sword."

"Whether it is the stars that the glory can reach, or the shadows that the light cannot reach, the enemies will fear our reputation. There are no more enemies in front of us!"

Accompanied by Dukel's roar, a rumbling thunder sounded.

All the machines burst out with terrible energy in an instant, and instantly broke through the barrier between reality and illusion.

A colorful entrance appeared in front of everyone.

An incredible passage appeared in front of everyone.

The webway that the Emperor had once built for the future of mankind by extracting millions of stars is now crowded with demons and strange creatures that cannot be described in words.

It was once the road of hope for mankind, the channel of salvation for mankind, and the Emperor's most glorious ideal.

Now it is open again.

The moment the seal was lifted, crazy howls and endless whispers followed.

Countless demons screamed with excitement, waving their claws and wings, one after another.

These inhuman creatures gathered into a huge wave, and if left unchecked, they could engulf the entire Terra in an instant.

"For the Emperor, for the Warmaster!"

"Charge!"

The loyalist soldiers roared, just like every war in the past. The blood in the webway flowed into a sea, just like a reappearance of ten thousand years.

However, what echoed here ten thousand years ago was the desperate roar of mankind, but now it is the bell announcing the death of the enemy.

Dukor stepped forward and faced the most terrible wave of the demon tide.

His back was majestic and the soldiers' footsteps followed his footprints, and they all felt indescribable courage and emotion in their hearts.

The loyal knights also lined up and charged,

"In the name of the warmaster, the lord of the Storm Land offers you loyalty!"

The knights roared. They were improved, the latest generation of knight mechas. The dense nerve bundles connected the knight driver's body and received the nerve signals of each unit.

At the moment of activating the knight, the knights merged with the war machine.

The huge thrusters accelerated the body of the knight mecha to an incredible degree.

Where they passed, countless demons were quickly cleared, leaving only broken bodies all over the ground.

The Doom Slayer also began to charge, and the double-barreled shotgun like a giant cannon spewed red flames, which was extremely fierce.

No one knew how to kill demons better than them, and no one enjoyed fighting demons more than them.

Countless demons were engulfed by flames in an instant, and the Doom Slayer smashed their heads, broke their spines, and even their subspace essence was swallowed up.

The blood-red blade left a conspicuous trace in the pale mist of the webway.

The roaring bullets of human warriors dealt a head-on blow to the demons, and countless demons were beaten to pieces.

The dusty entrance of the webway was opened again, but what they welcomed was not the souls that rushed into Terra and enjoyed the weeping of innocent people.

Instead, they completely walked towards the final nothingness.

The angry roar of humans turned into nameless fire, and the tide of demons receded.

Accompanied by the dancing of long swords and the roar of explosive bombs.

The blasphemers fell one after another, and their limbs and arms were scattered in the webway.

Humans used sharp weapons to tear apart the ugly flesh of demons, and corrosive blood dripped like rain in the air.

The gray blasphemous mist of blasphemy was dispelled.

The roar of human soldiers echoed in the webway.

For a full ten thousand years, in this dark world full of corpses and evil dreams, the demons wandered here all day long.

They longed for the moment when the last seal was opened, to invade the heart of the human empire through the entrance of the webway, and rush into Terra, which was full of delicious food.

Taste the flesh and blood of weak humans, lick their cowardly souls, and finally swallow them into their stomachs in their despair.

How beautiful, how wonderful.

Let fear and death become the fate that humans cannot escape.

The man had already fallen half-dead on the golden throne, and no one could stop them.

But when the seal was unlocked, what awaited them was not a hearty slaughter, but revenge with roaring anger.

Can the eternal hatred still be avenged?

Countless humans rushed towards them waving weapons.

Nothing can stop humans, they are unstoppable and destroy everything. They are invincible and unstoppable.

When their wills come together, they are enough to break mountains and rocks and break through everything.

Those demons who try to break through the direction of humans and set foot on the territory of the empire, only the most merciless destruction awaits them.

The largest and strongest blood-colored beast, shouting the name of the blood god, grabbed the ground with its strong limbs and rushed at the speed of the wind.

He tried to scratch the fragile flesh of humans with the claws in his hand.

But when he ran halfway, he felt something was wrong, and the upper and lower bodies had lost contact.

Dukel's tall body passed by it, and he didn't even look at it a second time until its life was gone.

The huge body was split in two by the blood-like blade without any hindrance.

Its companions roared and tried to kill the giants who attacked it, but it was all in vain.

The warmaster's sword instantly pierced their bodies, and when the blade left, their blood had gathered into streams.

The power of energy absorption and transformation, the highest truth of the universe, only took a moment to extract the essence of the demons from the inside out. Before their bodies were destroyed, they had already returned to silence.

A resurrected corpse, hunched and swollen, carrying deadly germs that killed itself, rushed towards the human line at a speed beyond the laws of physics.

Regardless of whether its attack was effective or not, these deadly germs would spread without scruples and infect those humans who did not know whether they lived or died.

A foul smell gushed out, and even a few meters away, the maggots wriggling in his body could be seen.

But the next second, the red pillar of fire completely engulfed it like a living fire dragon.

In the raging fire, every germ was wailing. The pain lasted only a short time. The next second, they all became a tiny, harmless smoke in this war.

A Destroyer in armor walked over the ashes of its corpse.

Iron boots trampled on the ground, stepping on the remnants of the demon.

Human firepower is so fierce that a demon often encounters firepower attacks far beyond its limit.

And the human army is still entering the webway.

The Catachan Destroyer Corps is still coming, and Mabo, armed with a Destroyer mecha, has already appeared on the battlefield.

He rushed into the tide of demons and harvested them unscrupulously.

"AAAAAAAA!——" Mabo was not silent, but his roar could only be heard by the strong.

Devona, the former Catachan commando and current commander of the Destroyer I Corps, stood helplessly beside him. The mechanical arm of the Destroyer armor ejected a sword, blood and flesh splattered, and broken limbs scattered all over the ground.

The demon's scream was so pale and powerless compared to the roar of humans.

Those demons who had escaped the first wave of attacks by chance did not get any respite.

The charge of the Loyalists engulfed them like a wave.

Tear their ugly bodies apart, pull out their long tongues with spikes, and dig out their turbid eyeballs.

Then trample them to pieces, leaving only rotten meat on the ground.