Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Duker simply tore up the power armor on his body, revealing his majestic upper body. Each of the sharp-edged muscles was like a knife and an axe. In the long battle, this power armor was in tatters and could not be used again. Providing him with any kind of protection during combat may actually hinder his movements.

"Then come on!"

Faced with the primarch's contempt, the blood-shadowed warrior did not show any displeasure, but was instead very interested.

Duker said no more, took a step forward and collided with the opponent in a blink of an eye. After the first confrontation, his eyes showed a strong look of surprise.

The opponent actually showed strength and martial arts equal to his in the battle, which was something he had never encountered before.

The unquenchable will to fight in Dukel's eyes was even higher at this moment, and his mood was extremely excited at this moment - if there is one person in the universe who can be called a perfect opponent, then the original body feels that it must be the person in front of him.

In just an instant, the two of them fought each other dozens of times.

The martial arts of both sides have almost reached their peak, their strength and speed are equally matched, and they were in a stalemate for a while.

"I'm really surprised that a warrior like you is willing to bow down under the brass throne?"

During the battle, Duker spoke first, trying to use words to disrupt the opponent's attack rhythm - at the same time, he was also really curious, how could such a perfect warrior be willing to succumb to the evil god?

Although Khorne is the god of warriors, paradoxically, warriors are aloof. The more perfect a warrior is, the harder it is to learn to surrender.

Sanguinius and Dorne are both good examples. What makes a true warrior willing to surrender is not the power itself or the so-called majesty of God.

"Give up these little tricks, Dukel. What you and I are pursuing is pure combat itself, isn't it?"

"You're right, but I underestimated you."

Duker said apologetically that during the short battle, he had developed a feeling of sympathy with the other party, and it was indeed a bit unsightly to try to break through the other party's defenses with words.

After expressing his apology, Duker suddenly pulled back, turned around and ran away.

The soldiers shrouded in blood shadows chased after him.

Just when he was about to approach, Duker suddenly turned around and slashed with a long-prepared knife.

"clang!--"

The sword was parried by the blood shadow warrior, but the incomparable force pushed his blood-red figure flying away, leaving two huge ravines in the blood-red desert with his legs.

Seeing that the blow was effective, Dukel quickly moved forward and took advantage of the momentum to pursue him.

"Hahaha"

The opponent let out a series of long laughs as he retreated, and seemed to feel refreshed by the battle.

On the way back, he took off a hatchet from his waist and threw it towards Duker to block the pursuit of the original body.

Seeing the battle ax flying towards him like a red thunderbolt, Duker had no time to dodge and had to raise his weapon to parry.

Then the two fought together again, and they were inseparable.

Equal martial arts, equal speed and strength, equal fighting experience, and endless physical strength, even if they use all means, they cannot defeat the opponent and win this battle.

If it weren't for a completely different fighting style, Dukel would have suspected that he was fighting a mirror image of himself.

Both sides gave everything they had in this battle.

Isn't this what you want, Dukel?

Suddenly, the original body heard a voice asking himself. This voice did not come from elsewhere, but from his own heart.

In this red desert, in this never-ending Shura battlefield, in this bloody smell as sweet as a clear spring and as intoxicating as fine wine.

The sky, desert, enemies, everything is red, like blood

The flame of blood, the entity of blood, the burst of blood.

Isn't that everything he desires?

A close fight, a bloody battle, blood spilled at close range.

empire? Humanity? What does that have to do with him?

There is no need to think about the mundane world, fight, fight selflessly, liberate yourself, and no longer be tied down by anyone or anything. For the sake of blood, fight and kill, for the sake of blood, smear everything in front of you with blood color.

What does this world, the survival of mankind, despair and hope, the smiling faces of children, and trivial government affairs have to do with you?

You came into this world, alone, and you were supposed to hold a sword alone.

Leave those complicated matters behind and fight without thinking or deciding.

Just for the blood, nothing more, simplicity, release, regardless of the consequences, just for the blood

Blood, blood sacrifice.

The voice in his heart kept questioning him.

Duker's eyes gradually became covered with a layer of blood, like a thin layer of blood-red gauze.

The battle lasted eight days and nights.

Until a certain moment——

The power of the blood shadow warriors suddenly began to increase dramatically without warning.

But in such a fierce battle, the increase in strength did not bring him victory. On the contrary, the sudden increase in strength caused the rhythm of his attacks to become disordered, exposing fatal flaws.

The original body keenly seized this opportunity, and chopped down mercilessly with the chain sword in his hand.

Buzz! ——

"Tsk!——"

The chain sword made an unprecedented high-pitched sound, and tore a huge scar on the blood-red figure's chest.

"Hahaha!" The warrior shrouded in blood shadow laughed instead of being angry after being traumatized. He suddenly waved the giant blade in his hand and flew the original body away.

After knocking the opponent away, the Blood Shadow Warrior did not pursue him. Instead, he stood there and said with a smile,

"You really gave me a big surprise, Dukel."

"Fuck you. Cough cough." Duker climbed up from the bloody sand and coughed out the blood in his mouth. At this moment, his chest also had huge scars left by the giant blade.

"Do you still want to show off your face?!"

At this moment, he finally understood that the other party was not a perfect warrior, he was clearly the incarnation of the Blood God!

A fair duel was spoiled.

The primarch's heart surged with unreasoning rage.

Duker stood up from the land of red sand angrily, his mental energy constantly surging, and he repaired the scars on his chest in the blink of an eye.

Just when he was about to rush towards the other party again, he was interrupted by the other party's voice.

"Why continue to fight? You have already seen my power. Dukel, your enemy is not me, but others."

"Who is it?" The red gauze in the original body's eyes became more intense.

"It's the entire universe, it's infinite worlds, it's all the powerful warriors throughout the ages! As long as you say it, they will all be yours!"

"I" Duker murmured to himself, and countless images emerged in his eyes. Fighting, blood, glory, and freedom, just like fish entering the sea and birds returning to the forest. From now on, there are no more ties. What is wanted in the heart, Only blood.

"Only blood, as it should be!"

"I"

"Speak out, tell me what is on your mind!"

"Blood!" Duker shouted loudly. At this moment, he seemed to have broken free from all restraints, and he no longer had any burdens.

"Again, what's the blood?!"

"Blood sacrifice!——"

"What is the blood sacrifice, and why is the blood sacrifice?!"

"Blood Sacrifice to God!——"

"Who? Who is the god of blood sacrifice?!"

At this moment, the voice became extremely urgent. He asked urgently and waited anxiously, just waiting for the original body in front of him to say the answer he wanted to hear.

"Blood Sacrifice to the God Emperor!!!"

"That's right, blood sacrifice. What?!" Before the blood-red figure had time to rejoice, it felt like something was wrong.

He didn't even notice that after he asked this question, the original body's spiritual power surged crazily, and Duker's eyes returned to brightness again, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Of course it's a blood sacrifice to the God Emperor!"

"Is the blood sacrifice a cheating dog that can't be beaten and then cheats?!"

"You think you're the only one who knows how to cheat?!"

As he spoke, Duker took out a ball of golden energy.

In an instant, golden sunlight shone into the red desert.