Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

"Save my lord!"

The blood heirs of the Thousand Sons shouted loudly, and the fallen Space Marines almost instinctively pulled the triggers in their hands. They used all the weapons at hand to shoot at the original body wildly. Rockets, explosive bombs, and psychic spells were directed at them like countless raindrops. It poured in with Dukel.

"Okay, okay, Qianzi's cubs."

The murderous intention in the eyes of the original body turned into reality, and the red flames rose up. The boundless wildfire was like a bloody mouth that chose people to eat, and it was about to turn these human traitors into scorched earth.

"No, Dukel, you can't do this!"

Just when he was about to launch an attack, strong spiritual energy suddenly erupted from his feet.

Countless arcane runes surrounded Magnus, and the storm and thunder rushed towards their master again at this moment.

"What, brother, have you regained your fighting spirit?"

"Watching your heirs being slaughtered with your own eyes makes you so heartbroken?"

Under countless long-range fire strikes, the original body looked at his brother with interest. Even in the physical universe, these mortal attacks cannot harm him, and in the original power of the Supreme Heaven, these weak blows are not even scratching an itch for him.

After hearing his words, Magnus opened his eyes angrily.

The Daemon Primarch was furious—and then just furious.

So far in the battle, Magnus has become very clear that he is definitely not the second opponent. Even if he is defeated, it will not be enough to make him give up resistance.

There were fifteen horrifying wounds cut by the chain sword on the demigod's majestic body. If they were just ordinary lacerations, they would be nothing to him.

However, in the previous battles, Magnus could clearly feel that every time his body was cut, there would be an extremely special primitive power reaching the essence through the wounds on the body——

Maybe there are seven more wounds. Or maybe eight? His soul and essence will completely fall apart and return to its original origin. This is a complete death, and even the gods will be unable to do anything.

Therefore, he would rather lie on the ground and verbally seduce his brother than have any more disputes with Dukel.

The runes around Magnus dimmed, and after thinking hard to no avail, he said in an almost pleading tone,

"Brother, you have ruined my plan to please the Lord of Changes. You win."

"Take me away and I'll return to Terra with you without any more bloodshed, right?"

Duker curled his lips in boredom. He hoped that Magnus would fight him to the end.

But now that his brother showed his weak side, it was a little difficult for him to take action - the memories belonging to Primarch No. 2 kept resurfacing in his mind, and it would be difficult for him to hurt any of the Primarchs unless necessary. Killer.

Besides, Magnus is not useless, and bringing him back to Terra is indeed the best choice.

"I promised you, it was long overdue."

"I don't mean to laugh at you, brother, why bother bothering the master who wants to please you? All you need to do is tell him your plan, and you're guaranteed to make him laugh."

Although Duker agreed.

only

clang! ——

Another bomb hit Duker in the head.

A series of explosions made his head bang.

The primarch's face darkened again, causing the atmosphere to tremble, and red flames billowed endlessly.

"no, do not want!"

"Dukele, you promised me!"

Magnus said quickly when he saw this.

"Okay, brother, I'm true to my word."

After hearing these words, the devil's original body immediately relaxed, but the next words of No. 2 made him feel relieved again.

"Perhaps, I don't need to do it myself."

After Duker's words fell, a huge roar sounded - the rune shield of the Thousand Sons fleet was broken, giving the expeditionary legion an opportunity to engage in gang-hopping warfare.

Landing ships landed one after another on the ground of the Great Pyramid. Loyal Imperial soldiers walked out and fought with the fallen Thousand Sons.

The defeat of the Gene Father stimulated the Thousand Sons to unleash extremely terrifying fighting power, and they fought for their father.

But the Imperial warriors of the Expeditionary Legion also showed their madness.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the terrifying light of destruction penetrated the void. The soldiers on both sides were not afraid of death, but with the blessing of the psychic force field and the larger number of people, the expeditionary legion soon gained an absolute advantage.

The defense line built by the Thousand Sons was soon to be breached, and Magnus's descendants died in the screams one after another.

Efilar showed the posture of a living saint, and after acquiring part of Dukel's essence, he could also erupt with extremely terrifying power in the supreme sky. The fire of the soul gathered around her into a storm, and every time the flame wings moved If you slap them, you will take away the lives of the Thousand Sons.

"This is different from what was promised!" Magnus said through gritted teeth.

"What's the difference? I kept my promise and didn't take action." Dukel chuckled. "It must be a bad feeling to watch your heirs being slaughtered with your own eyes."

Magnus's face was sullen, and he no longer wanted to speak.

The screams of the descendants were endless, and the huge psychic spell constructed by the Thousand Sons was smashed to pieces by Efilar before it fell.

After being infused with Dukel's essence and equipped with various mental network abilities, Efilar is strong enough to even intervene in the battles between demigods, and it is not a problem to slaughter these fallen space warriors now.

Magnus was furious, but had nothing to say.

Dukel did keep his promise and did not interfere in the massacre of mortals.

Dukel, on the other hand, was enjoying this scene with a completely different mood.

Whenever he sees Efilar's heroic figure, unleashing his strength among the enemies, he will feel doubly happy - it is out of joy for his own creation, which gives him an indescribable sense of accomplishment. .

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

The huge crystal one-eye at the top of the Great Pyramid of Tizka shed a crystal tear as if it couldn't bear to see the Thousand Sons being slaughtered.

Gulu——

After the teardrop dripped, it actually drew strange traces in the subspace, and rolled down at Duker's feet with great precision.

Only then did the two primarchs see the full picture of the teardrop.

——This is a crystal clear crystal ball, exactly the same as the one discovered before by the expeditionary force.

This is a creation of Crystal City!

Duker's eyes widened. In his eyes, the crystal ball suddenly exploded without warning.

The rolling subspace energy was released, like a thin mist, filling the surrounding space in the blink of an eye.

In the mist, the azure blue runes that had been hidden here for some time appeared one after another at this moment.

Using these runes as nodes, an extremely large arcane magic circle was constructed in an instant.

"No, this is impossible. When was such a huge magic circle completed?" At this moment, Magnus seemed more surprised than Duker.

His single eye radiated brilliant light, and he carefully watched the magic circle in front of him.

"How could it be like this? It shouldn't be like this."

Magnus was mumbling to himself like a scholar stuck in a difficult problem.

Dukel, on the other hand, tried to destroy the magic circle the moment it was formed.

"Hahaha, don't waste your efforts Duker. This is the great power of my Lord. It's ridiculous that I'm still trying to be smart."

"It turns out that everything is according to the plan of the Lord of Destiny!"

Magnus was convinced.