Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 228:35, Moloch's Gate

Horus saw his newly born brothers in the huge biological culture container. When he saw those clear eyes, he couldn't help but feel complicated. He had never thought that his demigod brothers would be so quiet and weak. The pride and strength of the Primarch would make people subconsciously ignore this.

He stayed with his younger brothers, but even though he was reluctant to leave, he didn't stay there for long.

——He needs to start the next step immediately. Dukel may find them at any time, and Horus does not have much time to spend with his brothers.

He walked out of the sterile laboratory where the young primarchs were. According to the plan, he would open the portal and obtain the wealth that would allow his brothers to truly become demigods.

According to legend, it was through that portal that the Emperor of Mankind made his deal with the gods, exchanging the treasures of those who were about to become gods for the wealth needed to create twenty primarchs.

This sounds like a myth invented by the state religion.

But Horus knew that this was the truth of history - he knew that the existence of that portal was real, because he was one of the only two people besides the Emperor who had stepped through that door.

Moloch's Gate, on the eve of the Great Heresy ten thousand years ago, Horus knew that he could not fight against the Emperor, so he ventured into there, hoping to gain the power to defeat the Emperor.

To outsiders, it seemed that he had only been inside for a few hours, but only Horus himself knew how long that time was.

Perturabo once used his body to resist the time weapon, and tens of thousands of years of his life were wiped out in an instant, and only some white hair appeared.

And when Horus came out of the portal, even the Primarch with nearly infinite lifespan could not hide his old age.

Any mortal who enters that portal is destined to pay a heavy price.

But just like last time, he had his reasons for going in.

For the beautiful vision in his heart and to change the fate of the universe being destroyed by Dukel. Horus recalled those clear eyes and his steps forward became more determined.

On the other side, the Imperial War Marshal Dukel is preparing for a war against rebellion.

Caligus, the supreme king of the Darok Knight World, once again tore up the notice sent to him by the Empire.

He separated the world he controlled from the rest of the world and attempted to split the sacred borders of the empire.

Caligucia demonstrated his rebellion against the empire with practical actions.

Even in the previous melee, he tried to go to Vigilance Planet to deter the Imperial Navy.

The Imperial Navy, with updated military equipment, would naturally not tolerate the traitors' wrongdoings and dealt them a heavy blow, forcing the restless king to hide back in Darok.

When the High King once again tore up the Empire's notice, he soon received Dukel's ultimatum -

"In the history of the Empire, traitors are far more hateful than enemies. Your Excellency the Supreme King, if you make the wrong choice, whether you hide in the human world or in hell, I will strike you down from the vast stars. I will kill all your relatives and friends; I will burn your city-states and scorch your land. I will become the embodiment of destruction in the universe, there is no doubt about that."

"If you and your family still want to live, please consider my advice carefully. Otherwise, in my flames, you will see for yourself what God's will is."

Imperial War Marshal Dukel's announcement was simple and clear, without any political twists and turns. Even a three-year-old child could clearly understand its meaning.

When the High King read the last word silently in his mind, his hands could not stop shaking with anger.

With such a direct threat, the Empire is going to treat them as aliens.

Not only did the Imperial Warmaster not treat him as a human being, he didn't even treat him as a human being.

"What nonsense!" The High King roared angrily and threw the letter in his hand onto the desk.

The High King dared to swear to break away from the rule of the Empire at this time, not because he was stupid, but because he had enough confidence.

After the collapse of the Cadian Gate, the Cursed Scar burst out from the Eye of Terror, almost cutting the entire galaxy in half.

The human empire has encountered an unprecedented disaster and is already overwhelmed. The destructive tide brought by the Great Rift has swept across the entire galaxy.

The physical laws known to mankind are gradually collapsing, and the barrier between reality and the sea of ​​soul is becoming increasingly fragile.

Even the Star Torch, on which the empire depended for its survival, was briefly extinguished.

The Astronomican is the guiding light of the Empire and the key to the human empire's control of the galaxy.

At that time, Dukel had not yet returned, and the Void Channel was out of the question. Losing the guidance of the Astronomican in the Warp was almost equivalent to being sentenced to death.

Although with the joint efforts of the Astronomican Court and the Mechanical Priest, the Astronomican was lit again in the warp.

Many worlds that have lost contact no longer recognize the Empire's rule over them, and Darok World is one of them.

The location of this world is unique.

When the Great Rift opened, the Cursed Scar literally split the Empire in two, and the Kermond Corridor became the only passage connecting the Empire and the Dark Side.

Darlock's location is the throat of the Kmond Corridor.

Now Dukel has taken back the Vigilance Star in the melee, and more than one-tenth of the legions have used the Vigilance Star as a springboard to shuttle between the Empire and the Dark Side to save those worlds invaded by the Warp.

The Military Affairs Department built space fortresses in the Alert Galaxy and the Red Earth Galaxy to ensure that the Kermond Corridor was firmly under the control of the Empire.

However, the world of Darlock, which is the throat of the Kermond Corridor, began to rebel at this time.

They attempted to use the advantages of their position to force the empire to recognize their independence.

The High King had thought that the Empire would send envoys to negotiate with him.

But I never expected that the Imperial Warmaster would have such a tough attitude.

"Is he crazy? It will be bad for no one if both sides are destroyed!" Thinking of the contents of the letter, the High King gritted his teeth.

The world of Darok is not loyal to the Empire. It is too far away from Terra and very close to Hell.

The terrifying warp space, like hell, is constantly affecting them. Under the subtle erosion of the chaotic aura, they become extreme and irritable, and the people often fall into a state of madness.

Many ships that had been struck by the Warp Storm and were hoping to seek refuge or supplies on the world of Darok were destroyed by order of the High King.

In the outer orbit of this world, there are a large number of corpses and fleet wreckage floating.

Even the liaison officers sent by the Imperial Military Affairs Department were killed by these crazy people.

But not everyone was like this. When Vigilante was almost lost, these people chose to leave Darok and go to support the Imperial Navy.

The Empire accepts these loyalists.

But the destruction of Darlock's world is inevitable.

The empire could not allow a family that attempted to split the territory to continue ruling this crucial place.

And the Imperial War Marshal Dukel is not someone who can be bargained with.

He would rather blow up the Darok system and cause the empire to suffer certain losses than accept the High King's request for negotiation.

The Empire is ready for war.

To prevent the demon army from taking advantage of the situation and invading.

The Military Affairs Department did not mobilize the defense forces of the two worlds of Vigilance Star and Red Earth Star. Instead, it drew some people from other places, reorganized an army to suppress the rebellion, and went to retake the Darlock world.

In order to avoid affecting too many civilians and allow radical Martian scholars to obtain first-hand research data.

The counterinsurgency fleet brought a large number of technological equipment that were still in the experimental stage to test whether they were suitable for actual combat.

But even with the army approaching, the High King still showed no sign of repentance.

He mobilized his fleet and prepared for a space war with the Empire's navy.

But unexpectedly, the Imperial fleet remained at the border of the Darok system and only dropped a few tiny Mars.

These inconspicuous points of light, like sparks in space, were discovered by the High King's fleet.

Looking at this shell that is less than ten meters long.

The commander of the rebel fleet couldn't understand what the Imperial Navy was going to do.

He contacted High King Caligus and explained the situation on the battlefield.

“Is this a humiliation to us?”

The High King saw these spark-like shells through the holographic projection.

The Empire has never had such tiny space weapons. Even the macro cannons on the flanks of giant ships have a caliber of tens of meters.

Just when they were puzzled, Saint Efilar of the Spiritual Sisters sent a communication to the High King.

Efilar requested a final call with the High King.

Her request was accepted.

High King Caligus looked at his communication screen and saw a holy young woman appear.

He gave a disdainful smile.

The Supreme King, who had been out of touch with the Empire for decades, was still unaware of the reforms within the Empire. In his opinion, the Empire was already extremely corrupt, and it was certain that there was some ulterior motive behind it that such a young woman was allowed to take the high position.

Fortunately, he was wise enough to leave there. He had long been fed up with the corrupt Supreme Council and those stupid officials.

"Your Excellency the Supreme King, this is your last chance."

Even when facing enemies, Efilar remained humble and polite. One could not see the temper and impulsiveness of the battle nuns in her, only restraint and holiness.

"There is no need for this opportunity. We have already declared independence and will no longer obey any orders from the empire!"

Caliguice was resolute.

The appearance of this Supreme King seems to be in his prime. He is tall and strong.

But his face looked extremely tired, his eyes were visibly bulging, and it was obvious that the long-term and huge mental pressure had made his mental state not very good.

During this recent period, he dreamed every night about the destruction of Darlock, which was the most terrifying hell for him.

"Don't let your people pay for your stupidity. The Warmaster has conveyed his will. You don't realize what kind of existence you are fighting against. Now lay down your weapons and accept judgment. Everything can still be saved."

Efilar followed the procedure and made a final appeal to the High King.

"Give up your useless threats. Darok will no longer submit to that corrupt empire. My knights and soldiers are ready for battle. They will make you pay a heavy price and send you back to where you came from in disgrace."

Caliguis sneered. He had made up his mind and ignored Efilar's persuasion.

"Mr. Caligus, your choice concerns the lives of hundreds of millions of people. Please make your decision carefully."

"Oh, stop pretending. Darok will not allow you to slaughter me. My knights will also show their swords. If the Empire wants to set foot on our land, they must first withstand our spears!"

"You have made up your minds. Destruction is imminent." Aiferal closed the communication. The holy saint showed a little sadness in her eyes. She knew that Darlock's destruction was irreversible.

Even though she couldn't bear to let Darok become a testing ground for the Mechanicus' new weapons, the High King's insistence made everything inevitable.

"Activate all the sparks."

Efilar ordered.

As she spoke, dozens of operators put on sensing devices at the same time.

The sparks that had been floating quietly near the Darlock fleet suddenly expanded rapidly.

They began to move quickly, enveloped by crimson light, leaving crimson trails in the universe.

The commander of the Darlock fleet sensed something was wrong at the first moment.

"Open fire, blow them up!"

Whatever that thing is, the best option is to turn it all into garbage in the universe.

The commander of the Darlock fleet made the most correct decision at the first moment.

But his choice could not change anything. Under the absolute crushing of the Mechanicus' new weapons, all their efforts seemed meaningless.

Dozens of sparks bloomed in the dark and deep space, and then they crossed long distances in space at incredible speeds like meteors.

The speed was so fast that it was unbelievable. In just a few seconds, it penetrated the void shield of the Darlock ship, smashed the battleship's reactor, and blew the entire battleship into pieces.

A powerful battleship that the High King had high hopes for just exploded in the universe.

The commander of the Darlock fleet looked at this scene in horror.

"What's going on? Is there a false alarm in the reconnaissance system? Check quickly to see if there is a virus invading the fleet system."

At this moment, he would rather believe that his observation system was infected with a virus than believe that everything in front of him was real.

It was not a powerful light spear or macro cannon, but just a flaming drone less than ten meters long that instantly destroyed a giant ship several kilometers long.

No one would have thought that a tiny thing less than ten meters in length could have the ability to destroy a giant ship or even an entire fleet.

This scene was beyond the commander's understanding.

He stared blankly at the scene in the holographic projection. Could that spark of fire really be the hope of the human empire?

The commander of the Darlock fleet thought so in his heart.

At this moment, he already regretted the wrong decision he had made before.

The negotiations have broken down and nothing can be undone.

The commander kept replaying the space video in the holographic projection. The flames from the explosion of the giant ship reflected the redness on the side of his face. As the scenes were replayed, his eyes became more and more desperate.

(End of this chapter)