Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

In the excited shouts of the Daemons of Khorne.

The fighting continues.

The strength of the Great Demon of Khorne is extremely terrifying.

It would be difficult for a mortal legion, even a warband composed of Space Marines, to defeat a single Archdemon.

But when Duker fought against him, he seemed extremely relaxed.

Primarch No. 2's own strength is already one of the best among the Primarch species. Now with the blessing of the system, it naturally becomes more terrifying.

Even during the battle, the system was continuously absorbing the power of faith, increasing Dukel's power.

The power of faith is the purest power that comes from the heart of a living being. As long as the more creatures that trust and worship him, the greater the increase in his strength will be.

As the Emperor's second son, the Second Primarch, untainted by the Warp, would be recognized as a Loyalist Primarch and worshiped by the entire Imperium the moment he regained his sanity from his loss of control.

Even Sister Efilar would look up at his cheek with pious and fanatical eyes and chant his name with sincerity in her heart.

One can imagine the huge amount of faith that Duker can gain.

Facing the giant blade swung by Kabanha, Duker just waved the chain sword with his right hand and easily blocked it.

The single-molecule sword in his left hand was swung at the same time, cutting off the right leg of the Khorne demon.

Kabanha, who lost his right leg, lost his center of gravity and stumbled to the ground.

Dukel's tall and majestic body looked down at the Khorne demon who had fallen into an absolute disadvantage.

At this moment, he could easily cut off Kabanha's neck by quickly swinging his chain sword and adding a second blow.

But he didn't choose to do that because it was too boring.

"stand up."

Duker said concisely and concisely.

Kabanha was sitting on the ground with one leg on his knees. From his severed right leg, blood spurted out like a fountain. In just a few seconds, a large pool of blood gathered under him.

But he didn't seem to be aware of it, and his heart was filled with huge shock. He looked up at Duker in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief.

For thousands of long years, he had been fighting bloody battles every day, honing his skills, while Duker just sat on the throne for thousands of years.

Why doesn't he make much progress, but the other party becomes stronger?

Just when he was confused and even had self-doubt.

Duker turned his attention and looked at Kahn who was watching the battle.

"You come along too!"

Duker's words were still brief, but they carried undeniable power.

"Primarch, you deserve to die!"

"No. 2, you are so arrogant!"

Upon hearing this, Kabanha and Kahn roared in anger together.

Warriors are aloof, especially those who are followers of Khorne.

For them, any battle is a gladiatorial battle dedicated to the gods and an inviolable ritual.

Of course, gladiatorial combat is more than one-on-one.

When the opponent's strength is obviously weak, it is natural for the weak to stick together and the strong to fight against many.

But in the long past, the demon of Khorne has always faced the challenges of many weak ones with the attitude of the strong.

When have you ever been treated like this by others?

Am I weaker than him?

The battle is not over yet, why do you think you are weaker than him?

Although Kabanha had one of his legs cut off and was kneeling in a pool of blood in embarrassment, he still firmly believed that he could fight back and win this battle.

Karn was already a famous gladiator when he was a warrior of the Human World Eaters Legion. After receiving the blessing of Khorne, he was even more confident that he would not lose to the original body.

Now he is regarded as weak by Duker.

It made them extremely angry.

Just when the two of them stared with bloodshot eyes, they were about to continue yelling and cursing at Dukel.

"Roar!--"

A roar filled with the smell of blood came from the subspace like thunder.

The roar caused huge earthquakes in the warp, causing storms strong enough to penetrate the barriers of reality.

The entire planet, even a small grain of sand, trembled in fear at this roar.

This is the roar of Khorne.

The series of reactions that accompanied the roar subsided.

Kahn, who was about to scold Duker just now, suddenly became extremely aggrieved.

The Blood God is paying attention to this battle.

A new oracle has been issued.

In order to make this atrocity entertaining enough, Kahn had to join the fight.

In the eyes of God,

The combined weight of him and Kabanha was enough to balance the scales of the battle.

And Kabanha's expression was so distorted that he was almost crazy.

Anger and jealousy grew endlessly in his heart.

He couldn't figure out why the Blood God was so partial to the original body in front of him.

"It's really sad that even your gods think you are weak."

"Why are you silent? Do you not want to talk?"

Facing the charging Kahn, Dukel kicked him as before.

The thick power armor was kicked into cracks.

Then the monomolecular sword popped out and pierced Kahn's head directly, splitting his helmet in half.

obviously.

The power gained from Kharn's betrayal of humanity and his allegiance to Khorne did not increase his chances of victory.

For this ill-fated warrior, Duker didn't have much intention of teasing. Maybe after a long time, the divinely chosen champion would wake up again, but now his defeat is doomed.

Then, amidst the hum of the chain sword, he stepped closer to Kabanha.

The great demon of Khorne, Kabanha, looked at the Primarch slowly approaching, waving his weapon with anger.

The other party sees him as weak, and even God sees him as weak.

What a shame.

But in Duker's eyes, the opponent was too slow, too weak, not skilled in martial arts, and was full of flaws.

As weak as a baby.

Every attack by Kabanha was blocked easily.

Amid the angry roars of Khorne, this powerful daemon was struck down time and time again by the Primarch.

Whenever his huge body fell, what greeted him was not the sharp blade of the chainsword, but the words "Stand up!"

Teasing!

But it was not just teasing. Dukel became familiar with the attack methods of Khorne during the battle and accumulated his own experience.

Finally, amid the song of the chainsword, he cut off Ka'banha's head with one sword.

The huge head with huge horns rolled to the ground.

as Dukel picked up his head and held it high.

Suddenly, countless Astra Militarum troops and interstellar battle groups burst into astonishing cheers.

The Battle Sisters, exhausted from the battle, are cheering too!

This scene made the fanatical believers of the state religion sincerely believe that Duker was given to them by the emperor to save the empire from falling into the Dark Ages.

Even the Daemons of Khorne are cheering!

Witnessing Dukel's bravery was their biggest gain from this expedition.

His battles with Kabanha and Kahn will be imprinted in the hearts of every demon.

Then, these demons were torn into pieces by the Star Wars and the Battle Sisters amidst high cheers.

The angry human warriors vented the fury in their guns to ensure that no fallen warrior or Chaos Demon could walk out of their home alive.

Even Khorne sent his blessings.

He was delighted by the excitement of the battle and the prowess of Dukel.

But this blessing was enough to give any warrior a huge improvement, but he was ruthlessly rejected.

A loyal Primarch will never accept the contamination of the evil god.

I, Dukel, am loyal!

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