Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Duker sat on the floor and slowly told the story that he had beautified and that happened thousands of years ago.

It was still the golden age of mankind, and the Primarch was an invincible hero.

In the roar of the human legion, all heretics and aliens were beaten to death, and the glory of the empire shone in every corner of the galaxy.

More and more Ultramarines gathered around, and soon the place was completely surrounded.

They listened intently, and even those who were seriously injured and unable to move in bed cheered up at this moment and raised their ears for fear of missing every word.

This scene is very similar to the elders in the family telling the children about the glorious past with their father.

These stories may not be entirely true and may contain a lot of bragging.

Such scenes are so commonplace for mortals that many people will hate such occasions, and even hate the elders who exaggerate and boast on such occasions.

But for these Astartes, it was a warm scene that they had never even dreamed of for hundreds of years.

Time flows so fast at this moment.

A few hours passed quickly.

So much so that Duker plundered all the inventory in his stomach. He, who was naturally taciturn, was once again at a loss for words.

The great demigod primarch also felt deeply at this moment,

——It’s so tiring to coax children.

Finally, it was getting late, and Duker just found a reason and planned to get up and leave.

But at this moment,

An Ultramarine walked out of the crowd. His expression was extremely solemn and solemn, as if he had some kind of sacred mission.

I saw him kneeling on one knee and making a very standard double-headed eagle gesture with his hands.

"Your Highness Dukel, the Ultramarines, Gray is reporting to you!"

"Please accept our allegiance. We are willing to obey your will, follow your footsteps, fight to the end of the galaxy, and restore the glory of the empire!"

The leader of the Ultramarines' eyes were blazing, and the determination contained in them was as strong as steel.

As his voice fell,

"Wow!——"

The Ultramarines gathered around knelt down on one knee at the same time and presented the double-headed eagle ceremony. Their movements were uniform, as if they had gone through countless drills.

"Please accept our allegiance. We are willing to obey your will, follow your footsteps, fight to the end of the galaxy, and restore the glory of the empire!"

"Please accept our allegiance. We are willing to obey your will, follow your footsteps, fight to the end of the galaxy, and restore the glory of the empire!"

"Please accept our allegiance. We are willing to obey your will, follow your footsteps, fight to the end of the galaxy, and restore the glory of the empire!"

Even those seriously injured people lying on the hospital bed, unable to move, struggled to get up at this moment and offered the greatest courtesy to Dukel.

Shouting along.

The sight astonished Dukel.

For the first time since his resurrection, he was officially under the service of the Chapter Astartes.

When the Primarch resuscitated, although the Astartes Chapter outside the Great Rift also learned the news, they showed great fear and scrutiny of the lost Primarch, and they all came to support him. Guilliman.

The Astartes within the Great Rift were surrounded and suppressed by the forces of Chaos, and were as overwhelmed as the Ultramarines in front of them.

Although there are Astartes on Ophelia VII, it is the headquarters of the State Church and the Battle Sisters, and there are only scattered grassroots teams of Space Marines there.

At this moment, he was completely surprised by the allegiance of the Ultramarines Chapter.

After a brief moment of shock, Dukel patted the leader Gray in front of him on the shoulder.

"You are not fighting for me, Captain, but for humanity."

"Guilliman and I will meet again under the throne one day. Since you are willing to follow the footsteps of my expedition, then I will also lead you to reunite you with the Gene Father. I promise you, how about it? "

"Um!"

The leader of the Ultramarines had slightly red eyes and nodded vigorously.

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Dukel left the camp.

On the way out, Sister Efilar, who followed him, always had a thoughtful look on her face, not knowing what she was thinking.

However, Duker didn't care and instead removed their guards.

He returned to his room alone.

After returning to the room, Duker did not rest.

In other words, he has never rested since he recovered.

His own abilities continuously supplied him with strength, and the consumption of energy and physical strength was far from keeping up with the replenishment speed.

So much so, that even after more than a year of not sleeping, he didn't feel tired at all, and instead became more and more energetic.

After returning to the room, the Primarch sat at his desk.

As usual, the computing power of Qixin.com is used to deduce various technologies.

Most of the current expeditionary legions use technological creations derived from his derivation.

It just uses the knowledge of the golden age to modify and upgrade it to a certain extent, turning it into a product that is more in line with this era.

This is very easy for the huge computing power of Xinwang, and basically will not encounter bottlenecks.

On the other hand, 'spiritual cultivation technology' and 'biomagnetic field technology', two of Duker's most important single-body enhancement technologies at present, have encountered insurmountable bottlenecks.

The fourth level of spiritual cultivation, sitting and forgetting; and biological magnetic field, driven by more than 50,000 magnetic fields, if you want to break through, the direction will gradually become idealistic, which is not scientific at all.

Without the necessary technical support, no matter how powerful the computing power is, it is difficult for a skilled woman to make a meal without straw.

"It seems we need to capture some green-skinned orcs as soon as possible to study them."

The genes of the green-skinned orcs contain the technology of the ancient saints, and this technology is very idealistic.

Catch a few and dissect them, you may get unexpected results.

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Just when Dukel was coming up with the idea of ​​a green-skinned orc for a technological breakthrough.

Sister Efilar also returned to her room at this moment.

This white-haired nun is as usual.

After finishing the mission, he immediately began to pray sincerely.

But for some reason, tonight's prayer could not make her focus.

The cheers of the people, the smiling faces of babies, the allegiance of the Ultramarines.

The scenes that followed the original body during the day appeared in her mind.

These images replayed in her mind with increasing frequency, and countless complicated thoughts lingered in her heart. Finally, she couldn't help but pray,

"The great His Highness Dukel, the son of the God-Emperor, the leader of the warriors, and the support of the people of the empire."

"Your kindness is glorious, giving mercy to the injured and blessings to the weak."

"Your Highness Dukel, I wish you the best."

"May you sweep away the darkness of mankind and establish unparalleled achievements; may you be invincible and the gods cannot put you in danger."

Sister Efilar prayed silently.

It's just that the content of the prayer is completely different from the past.

suddenly,

"Ding!--"

Even though she closed her eyes while praying, a translucent panel still appeared in her field of vision.

This is different from when other members of the Heart Network joined.

The Sister can easily identify from the text on the panel that it is the fluctuation that belongs to Dukel.