Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Amidst the anxious shouts of the loyalist warriors, the Psychic Guards, Efilar, and even the Gray Knights of the Regent Legion stood in front of the original body without hesitation.

It's a pity that even Efilar, who showed the appearance of a living saint, was by no means a match for Fulgrim. What's more, under the joint attack of many great demons, she was quickly attacked by a vicious psychic energy from the Fateweaver. The spell exploded.

Efilar's body was thrown hundreds of meters away. Most of her body was condensed into a structure similar to crystal. Under the protection of the psychic force field, this was not fatal, but within a short period of time, it was It is also impossible to join the battlefield again.

The gap between mortals and demigods is too huge, and Fulgrim is considered the best among the demigods. In addition to being blessed by Dukel, the living saints who have also been upgraded can stand in front of him for a brief stalemate. Whether it is the Psychic Guard or the Gray Knight, it is difficult to stop the pace of the demon primarch.

What's more, there is the cover of the Great Moskar Brand and Fateweaver.

In just a moment, Fulgrim rushed in front of Dukel.

At this moment, the original body has not yet awakened from the spiritual realm of Khorne——

The surrounding Psychic Guards, Space Marines, and even the Astra Militarum and Krieg were all coming one after another.

Determined to die, they filled the path of the Daemon Primarch with flesh and blood.

But after all, he still couldn't stop it. Fulgrim waved the poison-coated sword in his hand and slashed straight at Duker's neck!

"Your Highness!!!" Not far away, Efilar, who had most of his body infected by the crystal, was waving the wings behind his back vigorously at this moment, but was still unable to cross this short distance. The calm nun couldn't help but say something from his mouth. Let out a hoarse wail.

The imperial loyalists' counterattack became more and more crazy, but the crazier they acted, the more desperate they became in their hearts.

They could predict that the loss of the two original bodies would once again extinguish the newly ignited flame of hope in the empire.

But at this time of despair.

"Buzz!——"

There was a buzzing sound, and Duker, who was completely unconscious, actually waved the chain sword in his hand.

Blood-red slashes passed through, and Fulgrim screamed, one of his arms was cut off completely, and the fire of the soul like a tarsal maggot greedily licked his wound, and in his own Amidst the screams, he was knocked to the ground by another punch.

Finally, Duker grabbed his slender snake tail, lifted the demon primarch high, and then suddenly smashed it down on his knees!

"Crack!"

A large number of spinal bones were shattered, accompanied by harsh bone cracking sounds, and the harsh bone spurs even penetrated the flesh and blood of the demon original body and were exposed to the air.

This blow not only shattered the spine, but almost all the bones in Fulgrim's body!

Fulgrim was lying on the ground, trying to twist his strange and beautiful body, but several attempts were in vain - he had completely lost the ability to move.

"How could it be so? That's how it is." He lay on the ground and muttered to himself. At this moment, he had solved the doubts that had been left in his heart.

No wonder that in the incense prepared by Slaanesh himself, Dulquer was already deeply trapped in the illusion, but he was still able to kill all the succubi.

——It turns out that even if his brother has no subjective consciousness, his body instinct will fight spontaneously under the guidance of intuition.

"Hahahaha, Fulgrim, you just realize it now? My brother, didn't I remind you a long time ago?" Magnus, who was hung on Dukel's waist, was mocking wantonly at this moment,

"Fulgrim, you have been blinded by your pride again. Brother, every time I feel that your arrogance has harmed you enough, the next time we meet, you will tell me that you can do more. It's worse."

"Look at what you look like now, my proud Phoenix, what's wrong with you? Why are you lying on the ground like a dead snake? I really can't imagine what you will become the next time we meet."

Magnus ridiculed his brother mercilessly - this was almost returning the other's previous ridicule to him with profit.

"puff!--"

Fulgrim could no longer maintain his dignity, and all the blood stuck in his throat spurted out. He rolled his eyes and fainted from anger.

"Huh? Fulgrim? How did he become like this?" Duker's voice suddenly sounded at this time.

The spiritual world constructed by Khorne does not match the flow of time in the physical universe. After the original body returned, he looked at the time. Although he fought bloody battles in the yellow sand for countless years, only a short time had passed since his consciousness was separated. Just twenty-two minutes.

He had just returned to consciousness when he saw the demonic original body that was fainting and spitting blood.

"Who knows, maybe I fainted because of my own stupidity."

Magnus said with a pout.

"What did he do? Is he stupider than you?" Duker asked curiously.

"Hum!" Magnus understood that it would be difficult for him to gain any advantage in a verbal confrontation with the other party. The smart Crimson King chose not to speak. He just grunted and muttered, "I won't argue with you. "

Seeing him like this, Duker felt bored.

During the conversation, his movements did not stop, but he rushed straight towards the Fateweaver on the battlefield - he did not even have time to pay attention to Fulgrim who was fainting on the ground.

Because the moment he regained consciousness, he was keenly aware that the Fate Weaver was accumulating extremely huge subspace energy at this moment.

——This All-Changing Demon Lord seems to want to use this powerful psychic spell to tear apart the subspace barrier and escape back into the subspace.

This was something that Dulquer could never bear. The other party still carried the hope of rescuing Guilliman; if he missed it this time, no one could guarantee when he would see Fateweaver next time.

However, it seemed that it was too late.

This great demon that resembled the Empire's double-headed eagle seemed to have accumulated the psychic spells in its hands before Dukel woke up.

No matter how fast the original body is at this moment, it can no longer prevent the other party from escaping.

Just when Duker's heart fell into silence a little bit.

"Roar!--"

An angry war cry sounded not far from Fateweaver.

Skarbrand, the great demon of Khorne who had always suffered the most firepower attacks from loyalist warriors due to his huge size on the battlefield, he didn't know what he was thinking at this moment - or maybe he was influenced by the Blood God. Instructing?

After all, the Blood God was probably manipulated by Tzeentch, and it was hard to say that he was not waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.

In short, this great demon of Khorne suddenly gave up his attack on the Imperial line. He jumped up high and struck hard at the Fateweaver not far away with a powerful and heavy jump chop!

"boom!--"

The psychic spells that Fate Weaver had accumulated for a long time were instantly exploded. The violent psychic impact contained unstoppable power and blew the two demons away in just an instant!

Seeing the figures of Fateweaver and Skarbrand being thrown away together, Dukel's already silent face once again showed a smile from the bottom of his heart.

——"Thank you, Skarbrand."

It's a pity that this great demon was destined not to hear this thank you. His body was seriously injured by the psychic spell. The moment he landed, he was engulfed by the firepower of the Empire's loyal warriors and dispersed back into the subspace.

Dukel, on the other hand, chased straight towards Fateweaver, who was also seriously injured.

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