Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

"Brother, I'm tired of your weakness. It's time to end this boring fight."

Curze let out a hoarse laugh, and he opened his arms, and the darkness as thick as night dispersed the remaining light in the passage.

Dorn looked around. Even with the original body's vision, in this darkness, he could not see clearly a few meters away.

He held his spear levelly, carefully guarding against any possible attack in the darkness.

He didn't know what evil trick Kurtz was up to, but it was definitely not a good thing.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from behind. He immediately turned his head and saw a rickety figure hurriedly walking past in the darkness, but when he wanted to catch up, there was nothing there.

"Where are you looking, brother?" the Night Lord whispered in his left ear, and Dorn immediately swept the spear out, but failed to hit anything.

And when he looked in the direction of the sound, Dorn's eyes suddenly widened and he began to tremble violently.

What appeared in his eyes was a road covered with blood. The emperor in golden armor fell in the middle of the road covered in blood. The flesh and blood of his brothers were piled beside the emperor, and the corpses of the noble imperial guards were overlapped. , the roar of the soldier before his death rang in his ears.

There was blood everywhere and bodies everywhere.

Dorn's lips couldn't help but tremble. This was the scene he least wanted to recall - it was the last scene before his biological father was supported on the Golden Throne by his own hands.

"Rogal Dorn, this is all your fault!" The bloody warrior's face was penetrated by the ferocious demon sword through his chest. The warrior used his trembling fingers to accuse Dorn, the demigod,

"You failed to protect the Emperor. You betrayed His Majesty's trust in you. All the blame lies with you. All tragedies are caused by you. Dorn, look around clearly and consider your sins carefully. You are not worthy. Be his son!"

As the soldiers complained, the corpses on the ground got up one by one. They were either burnt by flames, skinned by demons, or half of their heads chopped off by sharp blades. They dragged them with them. The long-dead bodies all used vicious words to accuse Dorne.

The curses and accusations gathered into a torrent that almost drowned Dorne.

The spear in Dorn's hand dropped, but he did not escape in any way. Instead, he endured the accusations and curses directed at him like a silent rock.

In the Imperium of Man, Dorn and Guilliman are generally considered to be the two most rigid and unreasonable Primarchs.

But in fact, they are very emotional.

Donne is not good at expressing his emotions, but he stubbornly buries everything deep in his heart.

Once upon a time, the two Primarchs No. 2 and No. 11, as well as their legions, were wiped out of all information by the Emperor.

When all the Primarchs struggled and found that they could not shake the Emperor's will, they chose to give up.

Only Dorne persisted until the end, and his stubbornness gave the then Prime Minister Malcador a headache. In the end, he had to compromise and return the memory of No. 2 to Dorne.

After Dorn learned everything, he finally chose to give up and asked Malcador to erase his memory again.

After the Great Rebellion, Dorne still did not show any fragile emotions.

But in fact, his heart was almost overwhelmed by the huge guilt.

Dorn stubbornly blamed himself for all tragedies such as the fall of the Emperor and the loss of Terra.

He took the initiative to lead the Imperial Fists in the Redemption Crusade against traitors to the Empire.

He also used a device called the "Grip of Pain" to use the illusion caused by severe pain to remind himself that he and his legion must be redeemed, and the only way to redemption is pain and self-sacrifice.

His actions were completely unnecessary in the eyes of other Primarchs at the time.

Because in the battle of the siege of Terra, Dorn and his Imperial Fist had already done a good enough job.

But no matter how others warned him, Dorne, who was filled with great sorrow, still decided to fight for salvation for himself and his descendants.

Now, the scene that Dorn was least willing to face thousands of years ago has resurfaced. One by one, the dead warriors either burst into tears or cursed viciously, pointing their finger at him with their words.

Even after thousands of years, Dorn's eyes still overflowed with sadness unconsciously, and then he sighed deeply,

"Curze, is this your trick? Ten thousand years have passed and I can freely admit that these are the embodiment of weaknesses that I need to overcome. They are my own doubts, my own fears, my own despair. , but so what? Maybe I can’t hold on to every battlefield, but I can hold on to the battlefield in my heart, and the enemies in my heart will disappear together with their illusions.”

After Dorn finished speaking, the road covered with blood gradually faded, and the bodies of the warriors who came back from the dead gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared completely in place.

"I stick to my heart and endure all sufferings calmly." Dorn looked in a direction in the darkness. Although his eyes could not distinguish the darkness, at this moment he was sure that Curze was hiding there.

"What about you, Coze, are you still suffering from a heart that is festering like abscess? Are you like a coward, drifting with the flow of fate?"

Shocking ripples spread out from the tip of Dorn's spear, leaving obvious traces in the void as the spear danced.

The darkness was shattered by the ripples, and the faint light shone in, making his golden armor shine.

The power armor worn by Dorn was a "golden armor" made of golden adamantium alloy. The Emperor's own armor was also made of the same material. And what he held tightly in his hand was a divine weapon called "Soul Spear".

Soul Spear had fought side by side with Dorn countless times and won victory after victory.

After Dorn disappeared, the Emperor's Fist was split, and Soul Spear was split to the Soul Drinkers.

This chapter, like the Lamenters, has a very tortuous experience.

But in such a fierce battle, their tragedy seems less important.

Dorn waved the Soul Spear in his hand, mobilizing the potential inside this artifact.

He launched a more fierce attack on Curze, waving the Soul Spear to tear the void.

The spear was swung in a circle, chopped down from the top of Koz's head, and the sharp blade reflected an uncomfortable halo.

Koz silently went forward, his majestic body carrying the terrifying night, making him look like a monarch who ruled the night.

The moment the claws and spears collided, colorful sparks burst out.

The surging air waves rolled up smoke and dust, and stirred up the wind. The underground passage of the palace where they were located could no longer withstand the aftermath of the fight between the two demigods and began to shatter inch by inch.

The ground and walls, built by the greatest craftsmen in the galaxy with treasures collected from the stars, were now crushed into powder in the stirring wind.

The entire passage had reached the edge of collapse.

But suddenly, in the black curtain of the Lord of the Night, red flames rose without warning.

These flames flowed out from the cracks in the walls and bricks, like blood stains flowing out of the scars of the Terra Palace.

These flames lit up the battlefield of the two, making the figures of the two Primarchs flicker in the flames.

Then, a scene that completely violated the laws of physics and was like a miracle appeared in the eyes of the two Primarchs. In the burning of the flames, the cracks in the walls and bricks were not only not burned, but were quickly repaired as if time was reversed.

As if the rewind button was pressed, the broken stone powder flowed back into the cracks, healing the huge scars on the wall. In just a few seconds, everything was intact.

The palace passage that was on the verge of collapse returned to its original appearance.

Only the red flames that still remained on the ground and burned slowly proved that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Dorn watched this scene blankly, and he didn't know what had happened.

After seeing the flames, Curze's eyes trembled slightly, and then he turned around and left, completely disappearing in the darkness of the night.

Dorn stared at his leaving figure. For some reason, he felt that the other person's figure was a little panicked.

This made him a little confused, but this doubt did not hinder his actions, and he immediately chased after him.

It turned out that catching the Lord of Night in the dark was like a fantasy, and Dorn soon lost his target completely.

"Ahem." When the battle was over and his tense nerves relaxed, Dorn coughed twice.

The fierce battle just now made him a little uncomfortable.

Ten thousand years have passed, his strength has improved, and so has Curze.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was still slightly inferior in the battle with Curze.

But this does not mean that he will lose. Dorn believes that as long as he continues to fight, he will definitely find a chance to turn the disadvantage around and defeat the opponent.

Although he was a little unwilling, defeating Curze was not the most important thing at the moment.

Dorn returned to the secret passage under the palace again, and he quietly entered the palace with the help of the secret passage.

Terra's defense system was designed and built by him personally.

He even participated in the design of the entire Terra Palace.

Those secret defenses are still in use today.

Dorn's familiarity with the palace allowed him to meet the Emperor quietly.

To be honest, Dorn was somewhat dissatisfied with the current defense of the Terra Palace.

His battle with Curze made such a big noise, but no guards came to investigate.

He couldn't imagine how lax the palace guards had become after ten thousand years.

And those red flames

Dorn couldn't understand what they were and why they had the power to reverse the laws of physics, but as long as he met the Emperor, everything would have the answer.

Dorn ran in the secret passage. Only a few people knew about this secret passage, and those people had already died in the long years.

The only people alive now are Dorn and the Emperor imprisoned on the Golden Throne.

The reason why Dorn had to meet the Emperor secretly was because he had to confirm something with the Emperor.

Through the subtle induction between him and the Emperor, Dorn learned that the Emperor had revived. He wanted to reveal his identity to meet the Emperor and confirm the Emperor's condition, but he was a little hesitant.

He was worried that his actions would disrupt the plan between the Emperor and Dukel.

But he was eager to know the truth, so he chose to sneak in quietly.

Unfortunately, this careful plan was disrupted by the sudden intrusion of Curze.

But fortunately, although the process was a bit bumpy, it did not affect his meeting with the Emperor.

And the appearance of Curze made Dorn alert. He was worried that the Midnight Ghost wanted to do something to the Emperor, so he had to rush to the Emperor as soon as possible and protect him in advance.

Dorn ran in the secret passage, but when he just walked out of the secret passage, the scenery in front of him made his eyes freeze.

Between the door of the secret passage exit and the passage of the throne room, stood a general wearing golden red power armor, with a cloak billowing like a blood-red ocean. The man's figure was extremely tall and even compared to Dorn, he was a giant.

The man stood in the middle of the passage like a wall, as if he had been waiting for him here long ago.

The giant turned around, his eyes bright, and the air around him seemed to be agitated at this moment, expressing his emotions on behalf of the giant.

"Dorn, long time no see."

"Duke, I heard about you, but I still can't believe you really came back. It's been a long time since we last met, but it seems like yesterday."

Dorn, wearing golden armor, saw the man's face clearly, and he, who always cherished words, no longer spared his words.

"How is it, is the reunion with Curze pleasant?" Duke's mouth curled up a smile.

He was in control of everything, and he noticed the presence of the two Primarchs the moment they entered the Terra Palace.

It was also because of his order that the Imperial Guards did not go out for a long time, allowing the two Primarchs to mess around in the basement of the palace.

Dorn was silent on the spot. He did not expect that the actions he thought were obscure were actually exposed to the other party.

Then, he slowly spoke.

"Duke, are you here to stop me?"

"No." Duke shook his head slowly, "I can understand your doubts and guess the intention of your secret visit."

"I just want to inform you in advance-he is not here." Duke continued, "To be more precise, his spirit is not in this palace now."

Dorn was stunned.

Then he understood what Duke meant. As early as ten thousand years ago, the Emperor had wandered in the galaxy many times.

"Where did he go?" Dorn asked.

"Who knows?" Duke shrugged, and then set his eyes on the deep and dark secret passage.

"And you, you always seem to have nothing to do? Maybe I can find something for you to do."

Dorn showed a trace of surprise on his face. He didn't understand why Duke was talking to the air.

But he reacted the next second and his face became a little ugly.

-He was followed by Curze all the way, but he didn't notice anything.

"You can really find me."

A black figure walked out of the darkness.

Pale face, long and smooth black hair, bloodless lips as if cut by a knife,

A pair of completely black eyes, the pupil and iris merged into one, forming an inseparable black circle,

Midnight Ghost, the embodiment of the Empire's fear, Konrad Curze.

"What do you want me to do again?" But the tone of the Lord of the Night was helpless at this moment.