Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 140 Chapter 140, Submission of the Goddess of Life

Duker took Aisha to the combat command room of the Imperial Fleet, where think tanks from various battle groups were gathered here.

The indicator lights of the Thinker's biological computer, which is as thick as a column, are flashing frequently, calculating various parameters for the upcoming war.

However, what surprised the original body was that the priests of the Mechanicum were actually in the command room at this moment. The Great Sage Gris had left the foundry for a long time and came here in person.

"Gris, why are you here?" Duker asked curiously.

"Your Highness, I also came after hearing the news. The alien race we discovered this time is a group of space apes occupying the Imperial Galaxy." The Mechanical Great Sage continued, "This is an extremely rare race, and their genes are imprinted The technology passed down from ancient times is of great research value.”

The space apes are burly and have orange-red hair, which is similar to the orangutans of ancient Terra. Such a posture often leads people to misunderstand that this is a race that is similar to beasts, but in fact, they are all unparalleled technical experts.

They are extremely talented in technology and have a genetic understanding. According to legend, they are also the creations of the ancient saints. During the War in Heaven, they produced technological products for the ancient saints.

The Adeptus Mechanicus still firmly believes that ancient technology is imprinted in the genes of the space apes, and they are deeply fascinated by it.

"Gris, I can understand the attraction of space apes to you." Duker's eyebrows frowned slightly, "But we all know that it is almost impossible to enslave this race. They have no loyalty. He will try his best to escape."

The adamantium frames of Imperial warships are virtually indestructible and can almost always be repaired and rebuilt as long as a reactor explosion does not occur.

Duker looked at the report in his hand and gradually analyzed the beginning and end of this space war.

As they expected, this lost world occupied by aliens had a fierce war with the Imperial Navy.

Each naval vessel is a valuable asset of the Holy Empire, and the priests will salvage them and attempt to restore them.

The original body and the Great Sage calmly discussed the destination of these space apes. Their tone was as relaxed and natural as if they were discussing what to eat tonight.

The small defensive navy resisted the raids of the aliens, and ultimately cost the lives of loyalists.

The alternation of identities between victim and perpetrator has become a fate that millions of races cannot escape.

When the scene in space was presented to everyone, many people fell into silence.

"Okay, Gris, I agree to your request, but be careful not to cause trouble."

Soon, the intelligence department compiled useful information and uploaded it to the original body.

The world we are about to arrive this time is a lost world that exists within the empire's territory, but has been out of contact for a long time.

In an era when the empire's technology is declining, humans must be careful with their budgets. Some ancient warships in the navy have even undergone dozens of repeated repairs.

Drones fly out from the imperial fleet one after another. These mechanical creations will collect all effective information on this battlefield.

Then Dukel laid out his battle plan as usual.

There are many such worlds in the Great Rift, and the Empire's Ministry of Government has no time to pay attention to these lost worlds.

The Primarch gave the order, and the loyal Imperial Legion implemented his will. The huge fleet array quickly dispersed, searching for the location of the aliens.

"Your Highness, we are also well aware of this, so we do not need mature individuals." Gris said humbly, "We only need some of their cubs as experimental samples for the biological sages."

The think tanks around them didn't feel anything was wrong, and they sometimes made some suggestions for the two.

The think tanks were also quietly looking at the report. From the cold parameters in the report, these experienced warriors could already see the despair of this imperial fleet a few years ago.

"Please rest assured, Your Highness. The scholars of the God of All Machines will never let you down." The great sage's mechanical eyes flashed red to express the joy in his heart.

The huge imperial fleet suddenly broke through the barriers of the material universe and appeared in the target star field.

"Explore nearby galaxies, find enemies, and kill them."

In such an environment, remembrance and grief are meaningless. What Duker wants to do is to lead mankind to become the party that inflicts violence and become the eternal perpetrator of violence in the galaxy.

The Empire has tried countless times to enslave the Space Apes and control their technology, but each time they have failed. Space apes tend to work only to satisfy their immediate needs, and they can always create devices that help them escape.

A large number of airships shuttled among the space debris. They poked out mechanical arms and swarms of drones, working efficiently like swarms of worker bees.

In today's galaxy, similar wars are breaking out in many corners of the Empire.

Only the goddess of life standing behind the original body had completely different feelings in her heart at this moment.

They could even imagine the scene of the Imperial loyalists roaring a helpless war cry before launching a fatal charge.

She believed that if the Imperial Fleet encountered the Ark World of the Eldar today, they would still maintain this attitude and kill all alien lives without mercy.

The true appearance of the goddess cannot be seen by mortals. In order to avoid causing confusion, Dulquer personally put a robe on her. At this moment, Aisha's slender body was wrapped in a robe, and she felt a chill for no reason. This chill came from the contempt for life of everyone present.

If they can remember this long-lost world within a hundred years, it is considered highly efficient.

In today's complex and bloated government affairs system of the empire, they often have to deal with a message from an interstellar war group asking for help from the Great Rift for decades.

In some relatively complete large wrecks, a large number of rescue boats cling to the fine gold frames like tent hoops.

These wrecks are sent to the fleet of the Mechanicus, where they will be reborn and transformed. They will join Duker's fleet with a new look and fight for the Human Empire again.

No sound could be heard in the quiet space, but looking at the ruins in front of them, the unyielding war cry of the imperial soldiers seemed to echo in all ears.

The remains of a large number of Imperial warships are still floating in space, and mummies whose water has evaporated are floating aimlessly in the light of stars.

In space, the Imperial Navy's 'Sword' class fleet battled with the space apes. The number of aliens was far greater than that of this fleet. Although this imperial navy relied on its unyielding fighting will and inflicted heavy losses on the aliens, it inevitably failed in the end.

Duker looked at the wreckage of the space battlefield and remained silent. In this dark world, he has seen too many similar scenes.

The Mechanicum's salvage ship went to the ruins of the war to look for the wreckage of the damaged Imperial warships.

The original body's eyes also fell on the star map at this moment.

As he said, the war in the galaxy will never stop, and the people of the empire are always in an endless and continuous war.

However, this space battlefield has obviously been cleaned up once by the victors of the war, and the imperial fleet only picked up some ruins and debris.

"Your Highness, Fleet No. 22 has captured a group of space apes. What should we do with them?" A captain's voice suddenly sounded from the voice channel.

"Adult living bodies are assigned to the Second Legion Machinery Factory, young living bodies are assigned to the Mechanicum, and some corpses are preserved and sent to the Children of the People." Dukel gave the order.

"As ordered."

The captain ended the voice communication and passed on the original body's instructions. The captured prisoners were pushed into the transport plane in batches.

"Captain, several alien civilian ships were spotted at the coordinates ahead. Please give us instructions."

At this time, the reconnaissance ship of this fleet reported to the captain.

"How about asking His Highness to send you to get married and promote friendship with the alien race?"

The captain asked the scout in return.

"what?"

The captain's response made the young scout feel at a loss for a moment.

"If you don't want your wife to be an orangutan, then lead your reconnaissance ship to destroy them, even if they are civilians. In the name of His Majesty, and in accordance with the will of His Highness Duke, there are no innocent people within the borders of the empire. Alien!"

"clear."

Soon, in the cold and dark universe, a few weak firelights lit up, representing thousands of alien lives, and the firelight disappeared fleetingly.

As the Imperial fleet approaches the system's major planets, more and more alien ships are destroyed.

After clearing out the alien space fleet, Duker led the imperial troops and prepared for landing.

Following the Primarch's command, an overhead drop pod was dropped to the surface, bringing the flames of war into this lost world.

In this world, the imperial civilians who were enslaved by the aliens saw thousands of bolides streaking across the edge of the sky.

They witnessed in disbelief that the alien masters, who claimed to be superior, let out panicked screams and fell into group chaos.

This world has lost contact with the Empire for decades. During these decades, the descendants of the survivors have been enslaved for generations and become the property of the aliens.

Every day, a large number of humans are put on ships and sold to other worlds like goods.

Those who stayed were required to work, dig minerals and grow crops to provide the aliens with the resources they needed.

Obedient humans were enslaved, while those who resisted were brutally tortured to death.

The corpses of the leaders who once led humans to resist are now hung on spiked stakes. The despair they felt during their lifetimes still remains on Lagan's corpse.

In the storm caused by the bolide falling to the earth.

The enslaved human civilians saw majestic warriors like gods walking out of the falling metal meteorites.

Many of these empire citizens, enslaved by aliens for generations, have forgotten the existence of the empire.

Only a small number of people recognized that this was the hero described in the myths of their fathers, the guardian of mankind, and the angel of the Supreme God-Emperor.

These warriors were more powerful than the angels imagined by their fathers. The thick steel armor did not slow down their movements at all, and they were still strong and flexible.

The slaves saw their superior alien masters being ruthlessly slaughtered by each other.

No mercy, precise and efficient, like a cold war machine.

After the angels left, only broken flesh and blood was left everywhere.

Then huge mechanical creations like towns descended from the sky, and tens of thousands of powerful soldiers and holy nuns walked out of them in an orderly manner.

They liberated slaves, cleaned the battlefield, and fought positional battles with large alien troops. Their heroic gestures also left an indelible impression on the slaves.

When powerful Imperial forces descend on this world, the outcome is sealed.

The space apes' weak ground forces were unable to stand up to the Empire's warriors. Although some of their warriors possess combat prowess that is not inferior to that of the Astartes, these warriors who are considered invincible in their eyes are equally vulnerable to the Primarch and the Second Legion.

Those self-proclaimed powerful war equipment are like paper in front of the Second Legion's exclusive psychic weapons.

The surviving space apes trembled, and as they became victims, they felt the fear they had given to humans.

When the alien army was completely defeated, the space apes laid down their weapons and stopped resisting.

Dulquer did not order their slaughter.

"Transport them to the machine shop."

Under the command of the original body, transport boats filled with alien prisoners sailed towards the Soul Fire.

"Dukele, do you want them to work for you?"

The goddess of life, shrouded in a wide robe, asked happily at this moment.

Compared with the cruel atrocities the original body had done before, the enslavement of the space ape man at this moment actually made this kind goddess feel a little happy.

No matter what kind of slavery it was, the original body at least gave the other party a chance to survive. For the first time, Aisha felt kindness from Duker.

"Work? It's considered work, right?" After hearing his inquiry, a strange smile appeared on the original body's face.

"Elsa, would you be interested in visiting and seeing how they work for me?"

Duker asked her.

"Really?" Aisha was a little surprised.

What the space apes are encountering now is likely to be what the Eldar people will encounter in the future.

For the sake of her people, Elsa also wants to know the final fate of these space apes.

This was supposed to be a secret, a secret that she was able to discover only after going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers.

But she didn't expect that Duker would be so generous and expose these truths directly in front of her.

——No matter how extreme the other party's words are, the owner of 22 has a kind heart after all.

The goddess of life thought silently in her heart.

Not only her, most of the space apes crowded in the transport cabin also have the same optimism. In their view, the opponent did not kill them directly, but probably coveted their technical talents.

Some aliens who were familiar with human language even heard the word 'machine factory'.

It sounds like a place where mechanical creations are produced. After their explanation, the space apes felt more at ease.

They have full confidence in their ability to escape.

As long as they are not killed directly, they are confident that they will be able to get out of here soon.

"Before escaping, be sure to leave a big surprise for these hairless monkeys."

Some space apes thought with malicious intent.

This optimistic thought continued until the transport planes landed, until they were pushed into huge iron cages, and then pushed into the workshop like cargo.

When the hatch is opened,
They saw batches of demons and aliens being pushed onto the assembly line equally, and they saw the rows of horrific torture instruments on the assembly line, as well as the sewage pipes next to them that discharged blood and minced meat.

Only then did the space apes let out screams of fear. Only then did they realize that not only did the other party not intend to let them live well, they did not even intend to let them die well!

"Duke, this is the job you gave them?!"

At this time, the goddess of life and the original body also came to the mechanical workshop.

At this moment, Aisha also saw the hell-like scene on the assembly line.

"That's right, welcome to the Machinery Factory of the Second Legion of the Human Empire." Dukel said with a smile, "As you can see, the jobs I provide for these prisoners are raw materials."

"This is the most efficient method developed by me and the scientific research team." Dukel explained with a smile, "This production line will carry out a double blow to the body of all raw materials, both physical and spiritual. In this way, To enhance the soul quality of raw materials.”

In his words, a large number of aliens and demons were put into the assembly line all the time, subjected to both physical and mental torture under torture tools and illusions.

At the last step of the assembly line, a tall warrior stood there. Through the armor worn by this warrior,
Elsa recognized that it was the descendant of the original body.

The warrior was seen inserting his hand into the groove in front of him, as if transmitting some kind of energy, and then a burst of dark ink-like liquid was evenly sprinkled on the assembly line like raindrops.

When the seemingly harmless pure black liquid was spilled, the demons and aliens who had been tortured to numbness now let out high-pitched screams.

Aisha saw with her own eyes that even those Nurgle demons who had never known pain were howling in pain at this moment, and blood and tears were constantly flowing down their disgusting faces.

"vomit--"

The moment the goddess of life looked at the black liquid, she made a disgusting retching sound. The extreme darkness made the spirit goddess with strong perception feel extremely uncomfortable.

"what is that?!"

Elsa asked in disbelief.

"That's what I mentioned before, the darkness that belongs to humans."

As he explained, the huge engine roared, and a piece of metal sheet, as light as nothing, was squeezed out.

"These high-quality souls that have experienced pain will be extracted and squeezed by my heirs, and eventually form high-quality energy that is exclusive to us." Duker handed over the metal sheet.

"I named it Yajin Energy, let's feel it——"

Aisha, who was so shocked that her mind went blank, took the piece of metal blankly.

She could feel that the weight of this piece of metal was even lighter than a swan's feathers.

Even though her fate was ill-fated and she suffered many hardships, Elsa had never seen such a rigorous and detailed process. Even terrifying demons are nothing more than livestock to be processed here. This cold malice gave her an unspeakable sense of terror.

When humans are cruel, even demons are inferior.

"That's the full weight of 10,000 tortured souls."

When Dukel's voice sounded in her ears, the palm of the goddess of life trembled suddenly.

After visiting the production line of 'Yajin Energy', Duker left the machinery workshop with the goddess of life.

When leaving, the goddess of life also noticed carefully that there were many assembly lines similar to this but with different functions in this factory.

Elsa even had a ridiculous thought at this moment - she would rather the souls of the Eldar fall into the hands of Slaanesh than live here.

At this moment, the war in the lost world has come to an end.

When the last recalcitrant alien warrior was beaten to the head by an imperial soldier.

Dukel descended into this world again.

Among the landing fleet, the nuns with alert eyes walked out first.

Then came a whole squad of heavily armed Doom Slayers.

Together they form a protective circle, alert to threats that may come from anywhere.

Then the liberated human slaves saw with their own eyes the true appearance of the majestic demigod.

The appearance of the original body made the crowd suddenly restless.

Wherever Duker walked, the liberated imperial subjects all chanted his name enthusiastically.

It was deafening, resounding through the sky.

He readily accepted this. He was the well-deserved savior of the world, and countless humans were saved from suffering because of him.

In the eyes of the people of the empire, at this moment he is the incarnation of the Holy Emperor, a demigod walking in the world on behalf of His Majesty.

Countless humans, freed from suffering, cast their fanatical eyes on the original body.

There is hope and faith in their eyes, and they are eager for Dukur to open up a better future for them.

Duker smiled and walked past them. Where he walked, countless mortals held up the soil he had stepped on with their hands.

Even the blood dripping from the scarlet cloak made the people of the empire flock to him.

They firmly believe that the blood and soil that came into contact with the original body are sacred things.

Whenever they gained something, there would be loud cheers among the people.

Amid the cheers and fanatical belief of the people, Dukur displayed the charisma expected of a Primarch.

Whether they were the people of the empire or the loyal soldiers, they all looked at him with admiration and piety.

But when such a scene fell into the eyes of the goddess of life.

At this moment, she felt a sense of fear that was no less frightening than when she was in the machine factory.

Every fanatical shout from the people of the empire made the goddess's body tremble.

She hugged her robe tightly, almost shivering.

It seemed that what surrounded her was not the cheers after victory, but the roars of the most terrifying demons in the galaxy.

Like a restless little beast, she shrank amid the cheers of humans,

She followed behind the original body carefully, following every step.

Suddenly, the original body's footsteps paused slightly, and a huge black shadow covered Aisha's whole body.

"You have one last chance," she heard Dukel say.

She raised her head, and her trembling eyes happened to meet the bright eyes of the original body. Those eyes filled with endless fighting spirit seemed to turn into the most dangerous vortex in the galaxy at this moment.
"Survive or perish, this is your last chance to choose." Dukel's tall body looked down at her.

It was like a mountain peak pressing down on her chest, and the suffocating pressure surged over her. As the goddess of life, she actually felt like she couldn't breathe at this moment.

Feeling suffocated, Aisha saw many illusions. She saw the Eldar's comfortable Arkworld being ignited by the flames of war. She saw the Eldar's people being sent to the assembly line like livestock and tortured.

After experiencing dual torture of soul and body, the pain-stricken souls of tens of thousands of spirits turned into a metal sheet lighter than feathers.

The Eldar worlds were overthrown amidst the cheers of humans,
The armies of the Imperium reveled in the ruins of the Eldar world.

Every image that emerged made her almost suffocated in pain.

At this moment, whether these pictures will become reality is all in her mind.

"Has the choice been made?" the Primarch asked again.

"I have no choice"

Elsa knelt down in despair, kissed the steel boots of the original body, and offered the highest courtesy.

"Master of 22, the original destroyer of the place of intersection and symbiosis, I am willing to dedicate myself to your banner, and I will serve you forever. I only ask you to grant me liberation, and I only ask you to preserve a place for my clan to survive."

“I will be at your disposal, both spirit and body.”

After she said the last words, a series of tears slid down the corners of her eyes, forming crystal-clear and full jade-like teardrops on the ground.

A new link of faith also appeared in the eyes of the original body at this moment.

But Duker's eyebrows frowned.

Such purity of faith alone is not enough.

(End of this chapter)