Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 217:24, Dukel: "Motarion, you dare to face me on your own?"

The arrival of Imperial Warmaster Dukel greatly inspired the loyal warriors of the entire Vigilant Planet. Infected by the unique charm of the Primarch, inexhaustible courage grew in their hearts, and soon the fear and uneasiness they had faced in the face of demons disappeared.

Faced with the fierce counterattack of the human side, the remaining fleet of the Black Fleet found itself in an overwhelming disadvantageous situation.

More than 70% of the Chaos fleet had been destroyed. Those heretics who were still surviving under the wrath of humanity - now they had to consider whether to flee the battle desperately, or to drag as many enemies as possible to be buried with them with a crazy desire.

Many heretic fleets chose the latter. They overloaded their warp engines and rammed head-on into Imperial warships that were on the verge of victory, causing them to die in hatred.

The Empire's battle carriers, strike cruisers and many naval warships formed an impenetrable array, surrounding these heretic fleets in the middle.

This strategy of annihilation has caused the heretic warships that have not yet escaped from the space battlefield to pay an extremely painful price.

On the surface of Vigilance, many mortal worshippers of Abaddon and Mortarion found that the beings they believed in were fleeing from the battlefield. They finally realized that they had become cannon fodder that could be sacrificed at will.

Although most cultists see this as a divine gift, there are still many defectors who try to escape the encirclement of loyalist warriors.

Near the core of the Alert Planet, boiling lava flows slowly, and not far from the lava, there is a hidden secret chamber in the sky that no mortal can enter.

The demon primarch Lorgar brought the Word Bearers here. The Great Word Bearer used all the dark knowledge he had learned over tens of thousands of years to perform a blasphemous ceremony ten thousand meters deep underground in this world.

When the unclean magic circle lit up, the supreme energy here began to beat like a dark heart.

The situation underground caused the entire planet to undergo a huge change. While the Empire loyalists were still attacking the factories of the Purifiers, the Purifiers used excessive amounts of chemical gas to turn the entire battlefield into a horrific scene like hell.

However, compared with the drastic changes that were turning the entire planet upside down from the inside out, these thick clouds of poisonous gas seemed so insignificant.

The terrifying subspace storm gathered, forming a huge vortex that spun faster and faster. Endless subspace negative energy rubbed against each other, and pale and eerie thunder surged out.

Countless cursed souls wailed miserably as they were swept up in this storm that was as powerful as the entire continent, and suffered greatly from the evil power of chaos.

Thick smoke and sticky flames with a sulphurous smell burst out from the cracks in the earth, shooting straight into the sky like sun flames.

The continental plates of the entire planet were reconstructed. They broke apart or suddenly sank, and were rapidly reorganized in ways beyond mortal comprehension. Countless people died in this doomsday-like catastrophe.

On the warships of the Imperial Navy, the Imperial divination instruments that were originally interfered by the demonic codes were restored because the demonic fleet was destroyed. They had just calmed down when they immediately sensed the supernatural energy fluctuations emanating from the core of the planet.

A shrill alarm sounded, and the carrier-based mechas that were trying to analyze the source of these energies trembled and overloaded and burned.

The machine spirit screamed silently, emitting unprecedented fury. The operators of the divination machine looked at the parameters displayed on the screen and fell into panic. They stumbled back with unsteady steps, wailing in fear as they reported to their superiors the rapidly increasing indescribable readings on the screen.

During the debriefing, the operators' skin quickly turned red and swollen, with raised rashes outlining unclean runes and blasphemous outlines, and their minds fell into madness from the blow.

The mighty power of the Supreme Heaven swept across the entire Vigilance Star.

Feeling the changes in the environment, Luo Jia's golden face showed a smug smile.

The Great Speaker finally completed the ceremony he had longed for, and the entire Vigilance Star became a ladder for him to worship the true God.

He took the first step with great determination.

No matter how the loyalists respond next, it is too late. He, Luo Jia, has already won, and this is an indisputable fact.

"Dukor has arrived. I hope Mortarion and Horus will not let me down."

The Great Bearer of Words stood on the altar in deep thought,
"It's time to meet my brothers. I hope you can be as outstanding as I am."

Pausing his thoughts, the golden giant walked down from the altar, the smug smile still on his face.

While Vigilance was undergoing drastic changes, Dukel and Mortarion were fighting in this hell on earth.

"Brother, I am somewhat relieved by your current appearance." The Imperial Warmaster looked at the pale face of the Lord of Death. Once upon a time, his body was twisted and abominable under the blessing of Nurgle. Compared with his appearance at that time, he now looks much more normal.
"You finally don't look so smelly anymore." He said with a smile.

Although in his heart, he despised Mortarion's back-and-forth behavior, he did not despise this demon primarch who had seized the power of the dark god.

In this battle, Dukel used his martial arts skills at the peak of his powers to the fullest, leaving no chance for his opponent.

"Duker, you are very consistent." Mortarion said sarcastically, seemingly praising him.

Ten thousand years ago, Dukel had taken over the important responsibility of Warmaster, and then the Emperor erased all information about him. Ten thousand years later, he once again took over the duties of the Empire's Warmaster. It doesn't seem that it will be difficult to figure out what will happen next.

The sharpness of his words was no less than that of his death scythe. That seemingly understated remark hit the artery that the other party was most reluctant to recall ten thousand years ago just right.

"Everyone has a lot of trouble." Dukel smiled indifferently at the Lord of Death's sarcasm.

Such an action was beyond Mortarion's expectations. He did not expect that Dukel would no longer be sensitive to things that happened ten thousand years ago.

The two demigods fought each other, rushed across the continent of the Alert Star, and charged towards each other beside a mine covered in poisonous wilderness.

Mortarion spun his scythe like a gorgeous dancer, but beneath this gorgeous appearance was an elusive deep murderous intent. His scythe cut towards Dukel's neck, trying to chop off his head.

But the flaming sword blocked the attack, and the shock wave produced by the collision of powerful forces burst out, causing Mortarion to take a few steps back.

This collision clearly revealed the difference in power between the two. Such a difference was not unexpected to Mortarion. Ten thousand years ago, his brother was known for his bravery.

But in the battlefield of life and death, strength is not the only factor that determines victory or defeat.

As they retreated, Mortarion took the opportunity to dodge through the industrial area of ​​the wilderness, putting some distance between them.

Seeing this, Dukel chased after him relentlessly. A thick wall blocked his way, but he did not dodge or evade. Instead, he used his body to smash the wall into pieces.

Like a rampaging armored vehicle, it leaped and slashed towards Mortarion in the smoke and dust of collapsing ruins.

Faced with this unstoppable attack, Mortarion gripped the long handle of the sickle tightly with both hands. He supported himself with all his strength, but was still knocked away by the violent force.

He took the opportunity to hide in the building again. Although he used his weapon to block Dukel's attack, the huge force transmitted through the weapon still made his hands tremble uncontrollably and his chest felt unusually heavy.

In the process of constantly dodging, he gradually understood his opponent - extraordinary strength, superb martial arts like a god, keen intuition, and endless energy.

As a warrior, Mortarion had to admit that Dukor was impeccable in terms of bravery, but he felt that he seemed to know how to defeat this former brother.

Just as he was thinking this, the platform he was standing on suddenly tilted to the side. Mortarion quickly steadied himself so as not to be embarrassed by the sudden change in environment.

Then he looked over and saw Dukel inserted the Sword of Mind into the ground and used his free hands to firmly grasp the steel plate below the floor. After the demigod's hands suddenly exerted force, the building where Mortarion was standing was completely blown up.

Hundreds of tons of heavy objects were overturned in an instant, and pressed down on Mortarion like an overwhelming force.

"This bastard!" The Lord of Death cursed, and at the moment the whole building collapsed, he flapped his wings and fled quickly.

This action allowed him to successfully avoid the pressure of the behemoth, but the cloak behind him was torn into several pieces by the flying debris.

Mortarion flapped his wings and rose into the air. The smoke and dust from the collapsed buildings swirled around him. This scene aroused an extremely unpleasant sense of familiarity in his heart.

But Mortarion had no time to think about those past memories, as Dukel was like a bolt of thunder from a burning sky, rushing towards him with incredible force.

The weapons of the two Primarchs collided again, and Mortarion gradually fell into a disadvantage under his opponent's powerful attack.

Dukor's strength and martial arts were both one level higher than his, and even if he launched an elusive surprise attack - when the attack was launched, he could be sure that Dukor was unaware of it, but when the attack really came, the opponent seemed to have a fighting instinct, in a way that he could not understand, and avoided all these secret attacks. Dukor's martial arts and fighting instincts, which were honed to the extreme, played a crucial role at this moment. He hit Mortarion with a series of heavy blows, causing a flaw in the defense of the demon primarch.

The flaw was fleeting, but Duker seized it firmly.

He took the opportunity to kick Mortarion in the chest, and the powerful blow caused the Lord of Death's armor to explode.

Mortarion was kicked away, and his body weighing several tons flew hundreds of meters in the air in an instant, directly smashing the walls of the ruins of the city.

His body was deeply embedded in the rubble of steel and concrete of the building, but he had no time to check his injuries, and the moment he stabilized his body, he immediately rolled to the side.

The burning sword that followed missed the target by a hair's breadth, creating a huge crack in the ruins.

Mortarion closed the distance again, leaping down from the building and taking a defensive stance.

Drukel swooped down upon Mortarion from the roof of the ruins.

This time the Lord of Death was fully prepared. He bent his knees slightly and tilted the long handle of the scythe. The essence of the warp projected primordial power, and a thick fog of death spread.

After he withstood Dukel's attack that was as powerful as a meteor falling to the ground, the condensed power of death exploded.

Looking at the mist and fog that was spreading around him, the Lord of Death curled up his lips into a smile.

Everything he had done before was to facilitate this attack. If he were to face Guilliman again, this attack alone would be enough to completely incapacitate Guilliman.

But he was facing Duke at this time, and he knew very well that the other party was not that fragile.

This attack did not disappoint him. Dukel was knocked off his feet by the recoil caused by the explosion of the fog. He was forced back for the first time in this battle, and his huge body crashed into the ruins of the city.

But what surprised Mortarion was that in the dust and dirt raised by the city ruins, he could vaguely hear the roar of a giant dragon from Dukel's body.

He originally planned to take this opportunity to get a break from the fierce battle, but he was disappointed. In just a few seconds, Dukel rushed out again.

Dukor threw the remains of the ruined city towards Mortarion.

When the Lord of Death once again saw this unreasonable building weighing hundreds of tons and falling towards him, he immediately dodged and hid aside.

However, he was unable to dodge in time as Duker threw another building at him.

A fortress of about three floors rolled over and crushed towards Mortarion.

The Lord of Death was instantly dragged into the wall of a Gothic ruin. The enormous force caused the dozens of meters high wall to collapse.

Mortarion was buried under layers of ruins. Dukel walked over slowly, sword in hand.

His sword was wrapped in flames, accumulating enough power to kill gods.

The ominous omen of ultimate destruction warned in Mortarion's mind.

Trapped under layers of ruins, Mortarion was in excruciating pain, and the ominous premonitions in his mind urged him to react immediately.

He pushed away the stone slab that was pressing on him, then immediately used his sickle to cut a passage in the ruins and escaped.

Under the pressure of extreme destruction, he did all this in just a few seconds. When he successfully escaped, a red pillar of fire suddenly exploded in the building.

The column of fire shot up into the sky, and the burning steel structure was blasted into the sky, melting into molten iron before it hit the ground.

The fire came with great force, but it died away in the blink of an eye. When everything was gone, only a large melted pit remained.

Mortarion took a few steps back tremblingly. He could foresee that if he moved a little slower, he would be destroyed along with those abandoned buildings.

"Brother, do you know what surprised me the most?"

Dukel walked out from the dissipated flames. His armor was still shiny and the flame on his sword was still strong. It seemed that the fierce battle before had not caused him any damage.

His calm appearance formed a sharp contrast with Mortarion's embarrassment.

"Mortarion, I thought you would call for help, and I have been waiting for them." Dukel continued,

"But you have disappointed me. Until now, no one has come to your aid. My foolish brother, do you really think you can face me alone?"

Mortarion stood where he was, his armor was largely torn to pieces, his cloak was tattered, and even the mist around him was no longer stable, making a hissing sound as if he was injured, and broken gravel rolled down the surface of the damaged armor.

He looks extremely embarrassed now.

Dukel's voice reached his ears, causing his entire body to tremble uncontrollably.

This trembling came from the overwhelming burden of his physical condition, the anger of being despised, and the fear deep in his heart that he himself was unwilling to admit.

He opened his mouth, but before he could answer, a voice suddenly interrupted the battlefield between the demigods.

"And I."

A voice suddenly sounded, and along with the voice came the dazzling light of a teleportation array, which suddenly lit up next to Mortarion.

A golden giant with inscriptions carved into his skin walked out.

The Great Speaker walked out slowly with a smug smile on his face.

Dukel and Mortarion's attention was attracted by him at the same time, and this feeling of being the center of attention made Lorca feel a little happy.

The gathering of the three Primarchs is a rare event in the galaxy.

But before he could enjoy this pleasure, the two primarchs' gazes shifted away from him.

"Motarion, do you really think that you can face me alone?" Duke asked with a frown.

Mortarion: "."

He really thought so and did so, and his idea never wavered until the battle just started.

Mortarion had not yet responded.

Luo Jia's face turned red instantly.

What do you mean, isn't he considered a human being?
"Duke, you will pay the price for your arrogance." Luo Jia gritted his teeth, "My brother, you will soon understand that I am very different now!"

But he still didn't get a response from Duke.

The Lord of Destruction still looked directly at the Lord of Death.

"Mortarion, if you dare to fight me alone, today will be the day of your utter destruction!"

Luo Jia: “Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”

(End of this chapter)