Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 139 139, Goddess of Life: What is the difference between you and the evil god?
"You will take over the important responsibility of the Imperial Warmaster in the sacred celebration of Terra and reopen the glory of the Human Empire. Perhaps this is not what I alone expect." After hearing the other party's rejection, Guilliman continued Said again and again.

After hearing the sound, Duker stared at the past seriously. Only then did he realize that something was wrong with Guilliman's current state. The other party's rationality seemed not clear enough, and he was closer to a state of sleepwalking.

Is this what the emperor meant?
he thought in his mind. If you think about it this way, it makes sense why Guilliman, a psychic Muggle, can communicate with him over long distances in subspace.

"Okay, as you wish."

Seeing this, Duker had no choice but to agree. The Emperor has been performing a lot of miracles recently, so it might be a good idea to return to Terra to check the old man's condition with his own eyes.

The Emperor's power does not come without a price. Frequent use of the Dark Lord's power will inevitably lead to the weakening of his human side.

It would be too much fun if Terra exploded inexplicably some other day when Dukel was still on an expedition.

However, the Primarch was a little uncomfortable with the thought of returning to Terra, where he would have to face those powerful Imperial borers.

So he looked at Guilliman. To be precise, he looked at the light behind him and said bluntly,
"What needs to be made clear in advance is that even though you have not had time to manage the world for thousands of years, you should still know what those insects corrupted by power are doing. You know me, and I will definitely shed a river of blood when I leave, so you are not afraid Does the sacred soil of Terra drink the blood of the powerful?"

Duker said without hesitation that given his character, he would definitely not be able to stand those rotten insects and would definitely kill them to pieces.

But Dante could hear these words clearly. This calm Blood Angel also showed the joy he deserved after victory at this moment.

"Yes, Holy Father! We won. We lived up to the holy blood in our bodies and won an unprecedented victory for the empire!"

"Maybe he really is the Warmaster." When faced with this question, little Sanguinius's childish face showed wisdom that was inconsistent with his age.

After passing through the long and narrow corridor and numerous guards, he saw the young figure on the huge throne.

After telling the story of the war, Dante immediately asked about the doubts he had buried in his heart.
"Holy Father, why do those ancient brothers call His Highness Dukel the Warmaster?"

Then he took steps towards the most holy and noble place in the fleet. His steps were brisk and his heart was as pious as a pilgrim.

Sanguinius was also delighted when he heard this. He clenched his young fists as if he wanted to personally participate in this war.

After hearing these words, Guilliman fell silent, or the being behind him fell silent.

Commander Dante carefully sealed those crazy ancestors who were shouting "War Commander" in the magnificent temple.

After a brief silence, he seemed to understand the answer and said,

"Dante, are you back, have you won the glory that belongs to you?" Little Sanguinius also saw the other party at this time. While he was asking, he did not forget to eat the snacks made by the Children of the People, so The sound is a little unclear.

Dante excitedly recounted everything that happened in the Garden of Nurgle.

"I can't imagine it." Dante shook his head slowly.

"But..." Dante became even more confused after hearing the answer, "What happened to such a primarch that made the empire hide him for thousands of years and even delete everything about him? file?"

A majestic voice echoed, and the Emperor agreed.

"Each Primarch has his own unique charm. You must have experienced it yourself. My brother, although he is not good at words, can always give people courage and strength with his actions. In that era of the Great Crusade, in During that period when the human empire was expanding its territory, I don’t think there was anyone more suitable for this position than him.”

"But do you know what choices Dorn made after he regained his memory?"

Sanguinius fell silent after hearing this. After a long silence, he slowly spoke,
"Although I have experienced that era, the memories of those who have witnessed it have been erased. I know no more than you. My brother Dorn once opposed the act of erasing memories. The protests of the original bodies were very effective. Yes, Malcador agreed to restore his memory."

"I have understood your petition. The stubborn disease needs to be removed with a quick knife. If you are willing to take care of it, the lives of these people are at your disposal."

After seeing the other party, all the fatigue accumulated in his heart from days of fighting was wiped away. That was his genetic father, the saint to whom he had pledged his lifelong allegiance.

"Then just watch." Duker smiled, with a hint of blood.
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At the same time, the Blood Angels also returned to their fleet.

"Yes, no one can imagine it. Dorn, he is the strongest willed among the original bodies. But after knowing the truth of that year, he actually asked to have his memory cleared again."

"Since then, we have understood that what happened back then is not what we should explore, but we still can't help but speculate. I once speculated that the disappearance of the Second Legion was related to genetic defects, and I was even afraid of it and afraid of the Holy Blood. Angels will make the same mistake again."

"But that's not entirely true." The archangel's holy face also showed bitterness at this moment.

"The Emperor seems to have been aware of our shortcomings from beginning to end. He was fully aware of it, but did not make it public. In his eyes, this is not an unforgivable sin."

"So I guess that what happened back then must be related to Ran Dan's alien appearance."

"Ran Dan Alien?!" Dante's face behind the mask showed a look of shock.
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In the days that followed, the Imperial fleet turned course and headed back to Terra.

Facts have proved that returning to Terra does not hinder the progress of the expedition.

Today's galaxy is full of battlefields. No matter where you go, war and battles are inevitable.

Aisha, the goddess of life, also gradually regained consciousness. The heavy punches of the original body were not easy to withstand. Even though she was the goddess of the Eldar tribe, she had been in a coma for half a month.

After awakening, the first thing the goddess did was to request an audience with her primarch.

Led by a team of nuns, she went to Duker's office. As she walked, Aisha's eyes were always attracted to these nuns unconsciously.

As the goddess of life, she sensitively felt an almost crazy vitality from these nuns. This power fluctuated and changed with the emotions of the nuns.

But no matter what, she could feel the power that mortals with this vitality would unleash.

This was a strange phenomenon that she had never encountered before.

Soon, Aisha saw the original body sitting behind the desk through the door of the office.

The Primarch looked different now from the ferocious form she had seen on the battlefield. Duker sat behind the desk, writing strings of words on the scratch paper with the quill in his hand, making a rustling sound. The entire office was shrouded in a quiet atmosphere, and the original body in this atmosphere was like a calm scholar.

"You're here, what do you want from me?" Dukel asked without raising his head as the quill kept swinging.

"Of course I'm here to meet the owner of this place." Aisha replied.

"Actually, I'm a little curious." The pen tip paused, and Duker looked up at her, "Why did you appear in front of me accurately on the previous battlefield? The garden of the God of Plague is infinitely vast. If you hadn't taken the initiative to show up, , I just want to find you is not easy. "

"Mortarion told me. He said 22 is your number." A smile appeared on the face of the goddess of life, which immediately filled the room with life.

"Numbers? His numerology again? Just because of such a ridiculous thing, you don't hesitate to show up and take the initiative to become my prisoner?" Duker was a little unbelievable.

"No matter what it is, I am willing to believe it. In fact, I made the right bet, and my situation has not become worse than before, right?" Aisha's smile did not disappear, and she continued,

"More importantly, I hear a new melody in this number. I and my people have not heard this voice for countless years. This is 'Hope', and I am the first to hear this voice Yes, but I won’t be the last.”

"Okay." Dukel nodded.

Considering the other party's previous experience of drinking soup in the garden, there really wasn't anything that the other party didn't dare to do.

As long as she can escape the control of Nurgle and Slaanesh, going anywhere in the galaxy is considered paradise for this goddess.

"So, what are you going to do with my prisoner?" Elsa asked again.

"I want to possess you." Duker said bluntly,

"The beauty of life is enough to make everyone want to stop. Naturally, I am among them. This is the attraction of power. For us who exist forever, there is no greater attraction than this."

Considering the identities of both parties at the moment, he had no need to hide his thoughts.
"From this perspective, those dark entities and I have the same attitude towards you."

The possession that Duker talks about is of course not simple lust, but bringing the other person into his heart and completely possessing everything about the other person.

As long as he enters the heart network, both will and power will belong to him, the master of the heart network.

Duker has a method that can force people to connect to the heart network. On this point, Bonecrusher Salaka has enough say.

In fact, if Elsa didn't take the initiative to look for him.

Duker will soon throw this goddess into the small dark room of the great mechanical sage Gris.

In the torture of the Adeptus Mechanicus, even a stone will offer its loyalty to the Imperium while screaming in agony.

Although the will of the Goddess of Life is likely to be far greater than that of the Bonecrusher, it is only a matter of time. Duker's life is very long, and he has plenty of time to wait.

The goddess of life fell silent after hearing these words.

At this moment, she suddenly felt like she had just emerged from a tiger's mouth and entered a wolf's den.

Elsa doesn't know what the other person will do to her, but she can intuitively sense that the suffering she will suffer will not be easier than in the garden.

"According to legend, God once established twenty-two roads to the sky. At the end of each road, there is a supreme throne. Each road corresponds to the truth in the development of the universe. Only the 22nd road is special. Yes, it is the end and the beginning." The goddess of life said slowly,

"Master of 22, I can surrender to you and offer my loyalty to you. But before that, please answer me a question."

"What's the problem?" Duker asked.

"If one day you save the human empire from darkness, what will you do after that?" The goddess of life looked at the original body seriously.

"I will be a pioneer. Of course, this is from a human standpoint. From your standpoint, you can call me an invader."

"But if you do that, you will destroy the hard-won peace with your own hands. What is the difference between you and the dark gods?" The goddess of life frowned.

"It doesn't matter what you think. Maybe there is no difference at all. The war between the stars will never stop, and the victims and perpetrators take turns. Most people put the Human Empire in the position of the victim, and their hearts are filled with despair. But just Personally, I never think so."

"This is not because of the power I possess. It is because I can feel the darkness in the human heart. I have used the malice I collected to forge divine weapons. This dark power is enough to make demons cry blood and make insects go crazy. ”

"After witnessing this darkness, I concluded that our people could never be victims in the galaxy."

Duker looked outwards, his sight spreading outward like an endless flame, as if he wanted to take in everything within the stars.

"If perpetrators and victims are the inevitable fate of millions of races across the stars, then my race should be the one who commits violence."

"Even if it makes the stars burn and the sea of ​​stars boil. I will also open up a territory for the empire of mankind, and I will plant the flag of the empire on every star I can see. Until I shed the last drop of blood on my body, Until I am forgotten, but until then, my journey never stops.”

The Goddess of Life's eyes were fixed on the face of the original body, not letting go of any expression on the other side - she knew that the other side was serious. At this moment, even though she was a god, she still felt the coldness that penetrated into her bones.

She seemed to have heard the wailing sounds of tens of millions of races and trillions of creatures.

Only then did she gradually recall that when the human race appeared in the galaxy, it appeared within the sight of the gods.

This is a race that never knows what peace is.

This young race has gone through countless ups and downs in just tens of thousands of years, and has brought most of the galaxy into its territory.

Aisha began to question her previous decision in her heart, wondering whether it was right or wrong for her to come here.

Suddenly, she saw the original body sitting opposite turn his head, as if he had received some kind of message. Then Duker spoke to her and said,
"My fleet happened to find a world occupied by aliens. Let you see with your own eyes how we treat aliens."

(End of this chapter)