Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The dark and silent lost world was once a paradise for humans, but now, demons have slaughtered it. Only the rotting bodies lying on the roadside and the dried blood all over the ground tell the story of the evil deeds that have happened here. .

A warband led by the bloodthirsty Daemon of Khorne raging in the ruins of human cities, destroying everything here, just to find the figure of the original body.

But this is bound to be difficult - trying to find a deliberately hidden Primarch in an entire world is like finding a needle in a haystack.

None of the demons had imagined that the primarch would send away his legions and come alone to meet the invitation of the gods.

Although this caused the Primarch to lose the support of the Legion, it also lost its restraint.

Without the restraint of the legion, the original body quickly disappeared into the darkness after landing, launching deadly attacks on the demons from time to time like a poisonous snake.

Under the constant attacks of the original body, the demons at this time felt that they were more like prey - that is, they did not need sleep, otherwise they would have to open one eye even when sleeping.

"careful!"

A shout suddenly sounded.

Immediately, the demons of Khorne gathered around the bloodthirsty demon with vigilance.

For several days, whenever the demons were about to be attacked, this warning without warning would appear, making them tremble like a death cry.

Just when they are alert.

"left!"

The cry of death sounded again.

The Khorne battle group immediately looked to the left - after these few days of experience, all demons have learned that although the sound of death is terrifying, its reminder is true.

Several Khorne vampires took the lead in rushing into the darkness on the left side of the battle group. After they sounded the alarm, the bloodthirsty demon led the demons away.

After passing through the darkness of this world, they soon saw an extremely tragic scene.

The corpses of dozens of Khorne demons and cultists lay scattered on the ruins of human cities. They seemed to have been crushed by giant objects, and each one's death was extremely miserable.

The blood flowing out of the broken limbs had not yet solidified. The bloodthirsty demon leaned down and felt the temperature of the blood with his fingers.

The warmth of the fingertips proved to it that just now, under its eyes, a group of Khorne believers were massacred.

"Damn thing, come out and fight me!"

The bloodthirsty demon roared. Khorne's followers were not afraid of death, but this feeling of being powerless made it extremely angry.

"Watch your back!"

The death cry sounded again. This time, even without the reminder of this sound, the bloodthirsty demon could clearly hear the screams of Khorne's followers hundreds of meters away.

In less than two seconds, he arrived at the place where the sound came from, but here only the broken limbs of hundreds of demons remained.

"later!"

The bloodthirsty demon immediately turned back.

"No, watch your head!"

The demons listened to his words and looked towards their heads.

This time they finally saw it, but this might not be a good thing - in their sight, a giant taller than a building, holding a flaming chain sword, was attacking them like a bolide in the dark world. Come smash it!

The completely released flame ignited the darkness here, burning everything red. In the bright firelight, the power of the original body destroyed all the chaotic creatures in front of him.

Like a storm, it swept through the formations of the demons, bringing death to them all without discrimination.

The buzzing chainsword was swung up and down unstoppably, and brilliant flames were swaying everywhere, covering the sky and the sun.

Every time the primarch struck a blow, one of his enemies would disintegrate.

In Dukel's flames, masses of thick slurry exploded, and blood was poured out like rain. All human enemies were shattered like ragdolls wherever they went.

The rage in the heart of the bloodthirsty demon could no longer be suppressed.

It raised the battle ax in its hand high, ready to strike head-on at the burning figure.

But the light of fire flashed behind it in the blink of an eye.

"Magnus, can you shut your stinky mouth? Do you believe I can sew it up for you?"

"Brother, before you say this, can you turn off this damn force field of yours?!"

"No, you are still picky."

The owner of the flames gradually moved away. The bloodthirsty demon still held the battle ax in his hand high, but there was no chance to drop it. Its body shattered piece by piece like stacked building blocks.

And in its heart, the long-lost fear emerged - this time of defeat, he could not return from the subspace as before, but fell into eternal death and returned to his original origin.

Wisps of extremely weak yet infinitely powerful energy penetrated into Duker's body like thousands of threads.

Every time he kills a demon, he can increase his strength. Most of the time, these improvements are extremely weak for him and cannot bring him much nutrients. But - in this lost world, the most indispensable thing is It's the devil!

His carnage goes on almost every moment, and his power grows every moment.

This made him almost addicted to it,

Sometimes he even wanted to kill Magnus with a knife hanging from his waist.

After all, he was too noisy.

Ever since he cut off his head, he has been chattering endlessly. Maybe it's because he can only move his mouth now?

"Dukele, remove this damn force field, I feel like I'm almost done with it! Also, can't you use psychic spells? The meat foam thrown by the chainsword flew into my mouth. "

"Close your mouth and it won't fly into your mouth."

Duker said somewhat speechlessly.

As for the psychic force field, it is impossible to close it.

As a psychic barrier born in the human heart, the psychic force field has a strong dispersing effect on the negative energy of the subspace - which also indirectly leads to the fact that Magnus is subject to psychic energy on his waist every minute and every second. torture.

Fortunately, he is the original demon, and these psychic energies are not fatal to him. If he were a demon soldier, he would have been dispelled long ago if he had been in the psychic force field for a long time.

But even so, Magnus's already red skin was as red as a cooked prawn, and wisps of black smoke rose from his head.

Hearing him yelling was ripe.

Duker glanced over, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter after seeing the smoke rising above his head.

But he didn't maintain the psychic field simply to torture Magnus.

——The soul and essence of the Daemon Primarch are in a psychic force field, which can not only suppress his spiritual energy, but also block his connection with the Lord of Change.

If it weren't for the effect of the psychic force field, Dukel's actions of carrying Magnus would be as conspicuous in the eyes of the devil as if he had a real eye stuck in his body.

Just at this time,

Buzz——

As the original body stepped down, the dazzling blue psychic array suddenly lit up, and countless psychic chains appeared out of thin air, wrapping around the original body like pythons.

"I have seen your future." "You will be doomed."

The two voices sounded almost at the same time.

A rickety figure like an old man appeared. Under the wide robe, there was a body similar to that of a bird, with huge wings spread out behind him; and two sounds that sounded almost at the same time were caused by his two shaped like eyes. Bird heads.

The ever-changing lord of Tzeentch - Kalos the Fateweaver