Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Xinwang’s one-week limited time mission soon came to an end.

Based on this, Duker selected 10,000 reserve members of the Second Legion from the Heart Network, and conveniently changed the limited-time mission into a long-term mission.

——In the following expeditionary war, the top 100 members of the Heart Network who gain points each time will be automatically selected as the reserves of the Second Army.

As a reserve member, if you want to become a true member of the Second Legion and a descendant of Dukel, you need to fuse the genetic seeds.

However, the Second Primarch's gene-seed had very serious flaws.

The Great Sage of the Mechanicus still retained a batch of Second Legion gene seeds. When he wanted to use them, he was stopped by Guilliman because he was afraid of the flaws in them.

Even Caul has the seeds of the Second Legion in his hands, and Gris, who has been by his side for thousands of years, should also have them.

By now, Duker has roughly understood what this flaw is.

He sat at his desk and calculated on the scratch paper how to solve the gene seed defects.

Efilar and the Great Sage came to the original body's office together, and the Great Sister still held a thick list of personnel in her hands.

"Your Highness Dukel, this is the file you want." The nun put the file on the desk and hesitated, but finally couldn't help but said,

"Let me say one more thing. These people have not undergone strict special training and belong to various battle groups. Their loyalty cannot be guaranteed, I'm afraid."

"I'm afraid it's hard to do the job, right?" Dukel took over the words with a smile.

"Don't worry, these people have received special training from me and are guaranteed to be competent."

"Huh? But... when?"

Efilar looked at the original body in front of her in disbelief. As one of the top human beings who could often see the original body, she knew the nature of His Highness.

Since his recovery, His Highness has spent most of the past year meditating in his room, and the number of times he has gone out can be counted on two hands.

How do you train so many people?

"There is no need to doubt Efilar, strengthen your faith, the future will have the answer."

Duker seemed to notice her doubts and said softly.

Efilar and Gris both have strong faith in the Human Empire. However, because they are at the top and need a certain degree of autonomy, they have not been invited by the Heart Network.

"All right."

Efilar nodded, saluted Dukel, and left the room.

After she left, the original body focused on the great sage Gris.

"Your Highness, what are your orders when you summon me?"

Gris's eyes flashed red, and he was constantly analyzing Dukel's expression to ensure that no information was missed.

"Gris, I need your help." The original body did not hide his intention and said straight to the point,

"For thousands of years, you have been trying to wake me up from losing control. That's why you should know very well that there is no possibility of my recovery, right?"

"this"

Gris froze on the spot, not knowing how to answer.

This was a secret that he had hidden deep in his heart and was not even willing to think about, but now the original body had ruthlessly dug it out.

To No. 2, Gris is like Kaul beside No. 13.

No one knows the Primarch better than they do.

Gris is very aware of the flaws of No. 2. In his mind, Primarch No. 2 is like a wheel that moves forward forever. He is always moving forward, and that is why he is extremely powerful.

But once He turned to the wrong path, there was no power to bring Him back to the right path.

But the reality is that the wheel returned without warning and was driving extremely smoothly on the right road.

It has been a year since the original body recovered, and until now, Gris has not found any hidden dangers that may cause him to lose control again.

Everything is so incredible.

It is as if this wheel that is always moving forward has never gone astray.

In this regard, even the great mechanical sage with an extremely strong thirst for knowledge did not dare to delve into its secrets. In the end, he could only attribute it to the emperor's power.

"This is all the blessing of the God Emperor, Your Highness."

"You are wrong, Gris." Duker shook his head slightly, "Unfortunately, it was not the emperor's blessing this time."

“But I found my own way around the flaws.”

While speaking, Dukel stood up and pointed his finger between his eyebrows, establishing a heart network link with him.

"Don't resist, Gris."

"The truth you want to know is right here."

This sentence ignited the great sage's thirst for knowledge, and he opened his heart without any precautions.

Immediately afterwards,

"Ding!--"

After a pleasant beep, a translucent panel appeared in front of him.

"This is." Gris looked at the original body in surprise. After seeing the other party nodding, he made his choice.

Then, his consciousness entered a dark and vast space, and countless barrage-like words flashed across his eyes.

"The uncanny is neither psychic nor technological."

"Your Highness, what exactly is this?"

After being highly mechanized, Gris couldn't help but feel a little excited at this moment.

"The psychic network is an ability developed based on my own characteristics." Dukel explained,

"It was also the Heart Network that helped me withstand the emotional impact of absorbing faith, and I was able to escape the risk of losing control."

As he spoke, Duker directly poured a large amount of information into Gris's brain through the heart network.

After interpreting this information, Gris's heart was filled with huge shock.

"Your Highness, your wisdom is so profound and awe-inspiring."

Regarding the great sage's praise, Duker waved his hand indifferently.

"You have the genetic seed of the Second Legion in your hands, right?"

"Absorb this knowledge as soon as possible, and then transform the genetic seed into an organ similar to the heart network port or subset. This way, I can retain my psychic characteristics without losing control due to genetic defects."

"I named it: Psychic Engine. By then, the Second Legion will be officially established."

"The expedition is about to begin. You can only complete these studies on the 'Inner Fire'."

"Go ahead, I want to see results as soon as possible."

Dukel ordered.

"According to your wishes."

After Gris saluted, he hurriedly left the office. As a great sage with an infinite thirst for knowledge, he could not wait to conduct research.

In the next few days, Duker was busy preparing for the Great Expedition.

When all preparations are over.

An astropath, reporting to Dukel,

——In the subspace, a message fragment was obtained.

Judging from the chaotic and noisy information, it should be a distress signal.

The origin of the information comes from a lost world located inside the Southern Reese Galaxy on the edge of the Storm Star Domain.

After learning the news, Duker showed a strange expression.

Good guy, just as I was preparing for the expedition, I received a distress message.

Nowadays, the oscillations in the subspace are becoming more and more intense, and the transmission of information between ordinary psychics is extremely inconvenient. From time to time, there will be subspace storms that completely cut off the messages.

In this case, it is also possible to deliver a message to yourself at such a precise point in time.

Or it's pure coincidence.

Or it was a provocation from the forces of chaos.

No matter which one, Duker will go and find out personally.

"This group of Chaos Demons seems to really regard themselves as prey."

Duker's smile contained a bit of bloodthirsty murderous intent.