Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

In a world polluted by Chaos, executions are still going on, and there are so many corrupted compatriots that many soldiers of the Expeditionary Legion are overwhelmed by the non-stop executions and have to be rotated.

Compared with cyclone torpedoes that can clean the entire world at once, this method of ground execution is indeed a bit time-consuming and laborious, but the results are also gratifying - hundreds of thousands of surviving human compatriots have been screened and rescued, and they will board the expedition fleet, Be sent to a habitable world, or spend this life raising children on a ship.

On the other side, technicians and priests of the Ecclesiarchy Choir are also busy. They are blocking various subspace nodes and trying to reduce the damage caused by Chaos to the world.

This process will probably last nearly a month.

Duker returned to his office aboard the Soul Fire, calculating on a piece of paper various technologies that might be used in actual combat in the future.

"Your Highness." At this time, Efilar knocked on the door and came in, holding a crystal ball in his hand.

"Look at this, the sisters found this near the subspace teleportation array."

Her expression was worried, as if this crystal ball would bring great disaster.

"Creation of Crystal City." Duker said with certainty after just taking a glance at it. On this crystal ball, he felt the aura that disgusted him.

Crystal City belongs to the domain of Tzeentch. Although this god is often criticized for his harsh words, joking aside, the items of the Lord of Destiny cannot appear meaninglessly - when the creation of Crystal City is placed in front of you, it really is. It shows that everything is within His plan.

"In other words, in the world that this expeditionary force inadvertently passed by, there were gene stealers guided by Tzeentch who summoned Slaanesh demons and tried to fight against the followers of Khorne?"

This can no longer be a coincidence.

Demonstrating to the Primarch and the Expeditionary Legion? Or are you giving an ultimatum?

besides

Why didn't Nurgle show up? Was he unsociable?

However, Duker quickly recalled that since Lymphos, the Great Unclean One, was stabbed to death by himself, this filthy fat man had become completely autistic. He, who was already lazy, was probably drinking soup to relieve his sorrows. Bar.

What the old emperor said is true. They are indeed four losers.

A disdainful sneer appeared on Duker's face.

Then the original body drew out the scarlet chainsword lying beside him, and struck the crystal ball into pieces with one blow.

At the moment the crystal ball exploded, countless bizarre scenes emerged in the office. It seemed that they contained the destined tragic endings of countless original bodies, and they were released together at this moment.

The turbid chaotic energy eroded the entire room, the steel walls laughed sharply, the floor chattered endlessly, blue runes containing infinite truth emerged one by one on the draft paper, and forbidden knowledge whispered noisily.

The Lord of Fate now opened his arms to his Primarch, and countless curious secrets disturbed the soul in candid whispers.

These visions seemed to last for a long time, existing in the past, present, future, and until the end of eternity; they also seemed to only last for a moment, and when the bright fire of the soul rose up, they were burned out in an instant.

"A destined ending? A hopeless future?" Duker sneered disdainfully.

He was mocking the gods, mocking them for not being as omniscient and omnipotent as they boasted - at least, the gods didn't know what he was thinking.

Duker never worried about the future of humanity.

When everything is irreversible, when humanity is doomed to destruction.

Duker returned directly to Terra, picked him up for the old man, and the two of them entered the subspace together.

At that time, it is not known whether there is hope for mankind, but the Chaos Gods will definitely not exist. No matter where they hide, Durkor will surely give them eternal death.

Without human beings in the galaxy, there would be no need to exist.

It is true that the Emperor is the evil god of the subspace, but this does not mean that the Emperor's love for all mankind is false.

If it were not for the sincerity of the heart, no great being would be willing to board the most terrifying torture device in the galaxy and experience tens of thousands of years of torture and loneliness.

At that time, the emperor who is rotting on the golden throne will also tell the entire subspace what it is like to completely release the power of destruction from the Dark King of the North in all directions.

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The pace of Dukel's expedition will naturally not be stopped by fear of the gods' plans.

For the remainder of the expedition, everything seemed to go extremely smoothly.

The Chaos Gods seemed to have restrained their minions and made concessions for the expeditionary legion. Even the waves of the subspace storm had calmed down a lot.

Human worlds were saved one after another, countless people of the empire cheered, the supply of troops was replenished, and military equipment was maintained; with each victory, the expeditionary legion's momentum became higher and higher, and it seemed that saving the human empire in darkness was no longer a problem. wishful thinking.

But only a few people know that this is not something to be happy about. The calmer the sea is, the more turbulent storms are brewing.

Duker knew very well that he was walking along the path planned by the gods, just like the wild beasts in the forest - not being attacked by hunters did not mean that he was safe, but that he was approaching the trap step by step.

The Primarch knew this, but he would not back down.

It is impossible for him to stop the pace of rescuing his compatriots, and it is even less possible for him to give up hope for the rise of mankind.

What's more, in this vast and dark jungle, there is often only a thin line between the hunter and the prey.

When the expeditionary force once again successfully rescued the world shrouded in darkness, amidst the cheers of the people of the empire, the fleet set sail again, traveling in the bizarre subspace under the protection of the psychic matrix.

suddenly,

boom! ——

The expedition fleet sailing in subspace suddenly suffered a violent attack.

A fleet came from nowhere and launched a surprise attack on the Fire of the Heart.

The Primarch planned to escape from the warp first before fighting, but the enemy pursued him.

Surrounded by the Sea of ​​Souls, the Mindfire was forced to fight back.

Under the volley of firepower systems, macrocannons tear apart enemy ships; the beams of plasma cannons penetrate the barrier between reality and illusion.

In the fierce exchange of fire, the sea of ​​souls, which was already turbulent, set off an extremely huge wave at this moment.

Terrifying screams came from the deep and secret subspace, and countless souls let out shocking wails in the intensive firefight.

An indescribable riot broke out in the supreme sky. Countless terrifying tentacles pulled the enemy's ship into darkness, followed by a heartbreaking chewing sound.

The expedition fleet, protected by the psychic matrix, was also shaken uneasily by the invisible attacks. It was like a raft sailing in tsunamis and storms, and was always in danger of capsizing.

Loopholes were torn out of the huge psychic force field, and strange and unpredictable chaotic energy seeped in. Disgusting pustules began to grow on the decks of some battleships.

Some chaotic and undivided demons climbed onto the deck, but were instantly torn apart by human fury.

The twisted ketone body, the horrific images that penetrated the heart, and the sultry sounds of dogs and horses appeared in the minds of loyal soldiers.

Nightmares and temptations appeared alternately, trying to distort the warrior's mind.

Weird whispers echoed in their ears, and if they weren't careful, the devil would take the opportunity to steal their souls.

Duker boarded the bridge, and nearly endless spiritual energy was released instantly. The heart barrier, which was integrated by the heart network, was completely isolated from the influence of subspace only after it was fully unfolded.

At this time, the Fire of the Soul also cleared away the haze of reality and illusion, and captured the enemy hidden in the darkness.

An extremely large flagship with an obvious Baroque hull structure, and the painting on the surface of the battleship shows their identity.

——The traitor to the empire, the Thousand Sons Fleet!