Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

boom! boom! boom!

The flames exploded, and the ferocious power crushed everything around him into dust. Dukel vented his power like an angry lion, trying to prevent the construction of a huge psychic array.

Under the raging power of the original body, it was like the end of the world was coming on the Great Pyramid. The earth shook, dust billowed, and everything that hit the eye was red with flames.

But in this power that can destroy everything, those blue runes are jumping in the flames like elves. Some of them were burned out by the flames, but more runes were quickly added.

The huge magic circle seems to be connected to the original power of the Supreme Heaven, with a steady stream of replenishment. No matter how hot the original body's anger is, it can never be completely burned.

"It's useless Dukel. This teleportation circle is irreversible. The wisdom of the God of Knowledge is deeper than the Sea of ​​Souls. No one can understand the mystery of this circle, let alone stop it."

Magnus was sitting on the ground. He didn't even bother to stand up. He looked up at the construction of the magic circle and continued,

"This magic circle will lead to the death place chosen by the Lord of Destiny for you. Are those the children you selected after your resurrection?"

"What a pity, Dukel, they will die with you, when the chosen children fall in front of you one after another."

"I really want to see how different you are from me under the trick of fate. Pfft——"

Before Magnus could finish his words, Dukel punched him in the abdomen, causing him to swallow the next words back into his stomach.

Then in his shocked eyes, the emperor's second son raised his right hand high, infinite energy gathered in his hand, until his fist was clenched, emitting a light more dazzling than the stars - this punch hit the Shwedagon Pagoda hard , the former City of Light emits an unimaginable wail at this moment.

Everything in the huge city was trembling, and the ferocious cracks continued to extend along the location hit by the punch, and finally disappeared at the end of sight.

"What is this?" Thousand Sons and the soldiers of the Expeditionary Legion fell to the ground in the violent shaking. The power surging under the ground was still shaking. No mortal could stand on the earth at this moment.

Looking at the crack that extended to the end of the line of sight, as if splitting the entire world in two, admiration and fear emerged unconsciously in everyone's pupils.

In the dazzling light like a star exploding, the unimaginable power tore apart the earth, the steel, and the rune protection maintained by the Thousand Sons Legion for thousands of years.

Until the entire Great Pyramid was torn apart!

It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems like only a short moment has passed.

The light of the shock and explosion disappeared, as if everything he had experienced before was an illusion.

Only the huge crack that shattered the entire City of Light tells everyone that you are not hallucinating.

A huge rift split the entire city in two, separating the fighting mortal warriors from the two demigods.

The two cities of light, only half of which was left, were floating in the deep and boundless sky. In just a few blinks, they were separated by countless distances, and there was no possibility of them being put back together.

The fire of the soul rose above the heads of the Expeditionary Legion soldiers, converging into huge eyeballs, pointing out their course like a star torch. A spiritual force field that almost turned into substance escaped from the pupils of the eyes, protecting them from danger. Haunted by subspace storms.

Duker stood in front of the crack in the City of Light, watching the expeditionary legion go away.

"Magnus, if your master really wants me to die, he can be more direct, even if he arranges for me to fight with him in a gladiatorial pit. There is no need to be so round and round."

"But you reminded me of one thing."

"Although I am not afraid of any danger, how can I let the children I choose accompany me to death?"

Dukel turned his head and showed a rare smile to his brother - this expression was like saying 'Thank you, brother'.

"Pfft--" Magnus couldn't hold back at all. The blood that was stuck in his throat when No. 2 hit his abdomen hard before spurted out directly from his mouth at this moment.

He never expected to be able to save his children in this way.

——Lord of Destiny, the cage you have set this time may not be able to trap this beast.

Magnus thought silently in his heart that after seeing Dukel's brute strength, he could no longer imagine what kind of trap should be used to trap this tiger.

Just after Duker finished speaking.

Roar! ——

An excited roar suddenly sounded.

In the northwest of the supreme sky, an endless hazy blood shadow emerged.

The smell of blood, the bite of ferocious beasts, the fight between iron and fire. Numerous illusions appeared out of thin air around the two original bodies. Everything in the Great Pyramid was trembling, and every particle of dust was filled with rage. Fighting with each other.

Bravery, fury, loyalty, and fearlessness. Everything Dukur showed in this battle between brothers made the Blood God extremely happy. He was eager to try, and he was impatient. At this moment, I am afraid that the original body just needs a gentle tap. With one click, you can escape Tzeentch's machinations and become the most beloved prince in the Brass Castle.

——You call Nima

But the original body was dismissive of this, and even cursed in his heart.

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On the other side of the City of Light, the Thousand Sons and the Expeditionary Legion, who were separated by Dukel, rarely continued fighting.

"We must return to His Highness!"

"This is the trap of the gods, we must fight side by side with it!"

"Brothers, my father is still waiting for my rescue."

Both sides were making preparations to return to the original body, and for a moment they fell into a strange harmony.

"Retreat and follow His Highness's guidance to return to the real universe."

At this time, Efilar stepped forward and stopped the expeditionary legion's actions.

Navigating this kind of non-fixed channel in subspace is an extremely dangerous move. Time and space here are chaotic. The fragment of the Great Pyramid where the original body was located disappeared without a trace in just a few words after being separated. If you try to trace it again, you will almost certainly get lost.

"No, we must return to His Highness. We cannot just watch him step into the conspiracy of the gods." Political Commissar Kane stood up at this moment and rejected Efilar's instructions.

"I didn't expect you to refuse." Efilar chuckled, "Aren't you always afraid of death?"

In this regard, Kane just shook his head firmly, "That's different. His Highness is the hope of the empire. As long as His Highness can return safely, it is worth all our deaths!"

"No matter how lost our hope is, we must try!"

"You really impressed me." Efilar looked at him deeply, and then the majestic energy vibrated around him, shaking everyone back.

"But this is not what His Highness wants, so please step back."

"Return to the real universe, where there are countless desperate worlds waiting for your rescue."

As she spoke, Efilar burned huge flame wings behind her, showing the posture of a living saint. These flame wings, which were tens of meters long, took her to the high altitude with just a slight flutter.

"I can go alone, if I can't come back."

She looked at the battle sisters,

"Sisters, remember to bring my singing to Your Highness."