Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 241:48, Dukel: My battle flag still lacks a matching flagpole

Dukel's fleet was sailing in the subspace, and the virtual system had now roughly locked onto Efilar's position. He looked down at the sea of ​​souls in front of him, and Efilar's voice of pain could vaguely be heard in his ears.

Through the mental network, he could clearly sense the difficult situation this saint was in at the moment.

But Dukel was not impatient because of this. Even if Efilar did not remind him, he could guess the other party's purpose of besieging the Imperial Fleet.

He even guessed more.

The other side showed wolf-like cunning and a conservative style of warfare.

In Dukel's eyes, the only one who could make the Chaos Demons use such tactics was his former brother - Horus. Even after thousands of years, he was still so conservative.

"No matter how confident you appear, deep down in your heart, there is always an indelible inferiority and cowardice." Duker disdained this conservative tactic.

Horus always believed that the Emperor did not choose him as Warmaster for the early days of the Great Crusade because the Emperor considered him inferior to his own abilities.

But in fact he was wrong. In the war between the stars, personal ability is important, but not that important. It is Horus's timid tactical style that is not suitable for expanding the territory for the empire.

"Your conservatism comes from your inferiority complex. You end up wavering between the two extremes of inferiority and arrogance, which leads to the tragedy of your life."

Even though the two had not yet formally engaged in battle, Dukel's sharp eyes had already locked onto Horus' weakness.

Next, he only needs to launch continuous and fierce attacks towards this weakness, while Horus has a lot to consider.

Dukel raised the banner of the Sky Eagle of Destiny, and the huge golden Sky Eagle smashed the raging storm in the Sea of ​​Souls.

The Imperial Warmaster did not hesitate to announce his arrival to all dark beings, and generously granted those enemies hiding in the darkness sufficient time to prepare.

"Since you can't wait to see me, let's meet." Dukel's eyes were filled with fighting spirit and a passion as fierce as fire.
"Put all your talents, rack your brains, recruit all your allies, and try to please me. Then I will crush everything you are proud of into dust with my mighty power."

Those who stand proudly at the top of the stars never need to make too many calculations. They only need to crush everything with a bloody and courageous heart. But as his enemy, there are indeed a lot to consider.

Soon, Dukel's expeditionary fleet encountered a fairly decent interception.

A gigantic demon world suddenly emerged from the gap in the Sea of ​​Souls, like an isolated island in the vast ocean, blocking the way of the expedition fleet with incredible precision.

This planet is different from the dark stars I have seen before. It seems like a living organism with life.

But as the expedition fleet approached the outer orbit of the planet, the psychics within the fleet all recalled the name of a man at the same time in their minds.

Malicious whispers were repeated over and over again. Such mental torture was enough to destroy a veteran astropath, but the legion led by the Warmaster himself would never be easily defeated.

Every soldier on every giant ship of this fleet is famous in many worlds; every psychic is no different from a god in the eyes of mortals.

The psychics heard the screaming whispers, they just looked at each other and didn't say anything more. Some high-level psychics even had ridicule in their eyes for such tricks.

As they behaved like this, the whispers that kept echoing seemed to realize that they were useless and gradually faded away.

"Sally." An astropath pronounced the name accurately, without making a single mistake in the syllable.

This is exactly what the whispers have been saying, the name means decadence in Gothic, a place of desire, a place without light.

Dukel stood at the bow of the Inner Fire, staring at the dark star in front of him that dared to block his way.

There was no need for the Warmaster to say too much. A Void Priest serving behind him, his body burning with flames, gently tapped the deck of the Soul Fire with the scepter in his hand.

At the twenty-second moment when the scepter struck, invisible virtual energy surged out in a fan shape until it covered all the dark stars in front of it.

In just a moment, everything in this demonic world was under his control, from the mountains towering on the plateau to the smallest invisible molecule.

The priest then described the world to the Warmaster.

In this world of iron and fire, dense rivers flow with unclean pus. The water rushes past, cutting the crystal jungle into pieces.

On the branches of the crystal trees grow flames that flicker with blue thunder, and the rivers and jungles are changing every moment, evolving into countless forms based on the number nine.

Along with the endless glory of the Sky Eagle Banner of Destiny, the sky of the dark world quickly changed color.

Thick and heavy golden light enveloped the entire world, and the entire world seemed to be painted with a layer of gold paint.

Wildfires broke out in the Crystal Jungle. Ichor in the rivers gave off sizzling black smoke. The steel and fiery earth continued to crack. Countless demons and traitors lurking here let out unbearable howls of pain.

Dukel stood tall and proud. Facing this blasphemous world, he had no reason to let it go, and immediately ordered his soldiers to prepare for airborne operations.

At the same time, the twenty-two Extinction Order weapons specially equipped by the Warmaster have begun to accumulate energy.

When these extinction weapons are fully charged, the planet will face the most complete destruction.

But before the destruction comes, it is time for the Warmaster to hone his Primaris Space Marines.

Tall and proud warriors will flatten the surface of the planet, accumulating combat experience and obtaining intelligence about the chaos on the planet.

The ship's orbital guns flashed brightly, and a large amount of explosives poured down, razing the jagged crystal jungle to the ground.

Countless crystal trees exploded, followed by even more violent explosions.

The unclean energy contained in these crystal trees was detonated, and the chaotic force that originally acted on the loyal soldiers now became a nightmare that they themselves did not want to face.

After using orbital bombing to clear a safe area.

A large-scale airdrop operation begins.

Dukel was the first to bear the brunt of this, he was never a commander who sat firmly in the rear.

Compared with the meticulous deployment of the legion, he prefers to charge into the battlefield, stand at the forefront of all soldiers, use his own strength to bring despair to the enemy, and enjoy the fun of war at the same time.

He longed to find a strong enemy on this planet with whom he could have a hearty fight.

The moment he appeared, a large number of pink horrors and screamers swarmed over.

They had been lying in ambush for a long time and suddenly emerged from the crystal jungle in a mighty force.

These Tzeentch's demon armies launched a fierce attack on Duke's army from all directions.

A pink monster without a fixed shape, it lets out a wild and sharp laugh during battle.

Their energy forms were mottled and chaotic in color, their skin glowed with pink fluorescence, and surging energy burst out from their fingertips, turning into pink flames.

Under the fierce artillery attack of the Empire, the strange laughter of the pink horror monster quickly turned into a crazy scream. After suffering a fierce attack, the pink horror monster that was not yet dead would split into two in a sigh of relief, becoming two small blue horror monsters.

The little blue demon has always been full of anger since its birth, and complains all the time.

These little guys are even more vicious, and are always full of malice and want to abuse the souls that break into their world.

Screamers riding the winds of magic roam in the void, they control the pale lightning and walk on the ether tides.

What they are good at is not only magic, but also their sharp fangs and corners. They swoop down from the void and attack the human camp with violent impact.

In the past, every swift impact of them would turn countless people into broken flesh and bones.

But the troops led by the Imperial Warmaster were the most elite troops of the Empire, and their tacit cooperation meant that these demons could not gain any advantage at the hands of humans.

Dukel was also fighting. He laughed and split the pink monster in front of him into two. Then he used his huge steel hands to crush the two newly born blue monsters.

Like a child who has found a fun toy, he could have killed the pink monster with one blow, but he still enjoyed doing it.

The blood-red cloak behind him accompanied his every movement, surging like a sea of ​​blood, creating a bloody wave.

The Warmaster's towering figure was extremely conspicuous on the battlefield. Almost all soldiers could see the majestic God of War when they raised their heads.

Endless courage grew in the hearts of every soldier. They followed the voice of the Warmaster and were not afraid of even the most brutal demons.

The courage of millions of soldiers condensed into an unstoppable tsunami in the subspace. The magical wind that the Screamers rode on was dispersed, and they fell out of the void one after another.

Amid the roars of humans, these powerful demons suddenly fell from the air like dumplings.

The colorful crystal marks, under the control of the Chaos Wizards, turned into sharp shapes, and these terrible weapons chased the Empire's fighter planes.

At this time, some defectors also appeared on the ground.

They are the Red Corsair Chaos Warband, a massive corrupted navy of heretics and renegade naval units.

The leader of the warband is none other than the Black King Huron, also known as the Star Reaver.

The Red Corsairs are the former Star Claws interstellar regiment. Before betraying the Empire, this regiment was responsible for guarding the Great Vortex.

They were at the front line, always fighting against the betrayers and demons inside the Maelstrom. At that time, they were well-deserved heroes of the Empire.

However, the long-term sacrifices also made them accumulate resentment towards the imperial bureaucracy. In anger, they withheld the empire's tithe and openly declared rebellion.

Huron destroyed a survey fleet sent to the home world of Badab, and also encouraged three other chapters that were also dissatisfied with the Empire to join him in the rebellion.

The Battle of Badab lasted for eleven years, and after such a long war, the Hurons were finally defeated by the Empire's rebel army.

These defeated betrayers were forced to flee into the Maelstrom and became the Red Corsairs of today.

After countless years of development, the Red Corsair War Gang has now become one of the most powerful forces in the dark world.

Many interstellar regiments that betray the Empire choose to join the Red Corsairs.

But even with the help of the Red Corsairs, the Tzeentchian army was still no match for Dukel.

The imperial fighters quickly gained air superiority by virtue of their superiority.

Without those annoying obstacles in the air, the Warmaster jumped directly into the demons. The giant ripper-type chainsaw sword hummed loudly, and in the pleasing martial arts, the bodies of the demons were dug open one by one.

The Red Corsair, wearing Terminator power armor, tried to hinder the Warmaster's actions.

But Duker threw it hundreds of meters away like a chicken, and plowed a 222-meter-long ditch in the dense enemy formation.

The ravine split into a bottomless canyon, instantly engulfing thousands of believers and artillery positions.

The original mighty power of the Supreme Heaven was still flowing into the Primarch's body at this time. His body had already surpassed the five meters in the material realm and expanded to be as tall as a hill.

Even though the Red Corsairs' fallen warriors had received the blessing of the Warp, they still seemed insignificant when facing Dukel. Every vibration of the flames around the Warmaster was enough to knock them to the ground.

Even though they were wearing heavy Terminator-type power armor, it made no difference in front of the Warmaster.

Dukel hammered at the combined forces of Tzeentch's army and the Red Corsairs, and the loyalists who followed in his footsteps fell one after another.

The demons gradually felt fear, and in the red firelight, their crazy emotions began to calm down, their morale collapsed, and they began to flee in all directions.

Dukel stood proudly in this world like a towering mountain. The demons fled at his feet, but he did not rush to chase them. Instead, he looked up at the sky, his eyes bursting with a fighting will that almost became a physical entity.

It was at this moment that the terrifying etheric energy began to riot.

A terrifying vortex of psionic energy distorted the top of the sky, shrouding all the soldiers under its pressure.

Terrifying psychic energy connects the vortex and the sea of ​​souls.

The devil with terrifying majesty leaped out from the ocean of nothingness.

There was an iron halo behind him, he was wearing blue-purple armor and a cloak, holding a scepter in his left hand and a long sword of judgment in his right hand.

The mocker of fate emerged from the twisted vortex. His tall body was full of oppression, and his evil and sinister eyes made people shudder.

"Son of the Cursed, you should come here. Your fate will end here. Your ambitions will no longer have room to be fulfilled. The ideals you pursue are nothing but illusions in your dreams."

"I have seen through all the directions of the future. All the future destinies depict your futility. You are just an existence that the curser tried hard to bury. In the years since you left, even the apostles of the gods were reluctant to mention your name, which shows that you are not worth mentioning."

The Mocker of Fate was not afraid of Dukel's majesty at all, and mocked the empire's supreme commander unscrupulously. He pointed the long sword in his hand at the opponent, and blue thunder surged from the blade.

The scepter in his hand was also burning with flames, surging with extraordinary chaotic power.

Duker paid no attention to his ridicule. He just looked at him carefully, then pointed at the Fate Eagle Battle Flag standing beside him.
"The last person who claimed to be able to see the future before me has been hanging on my flag for several years now. I was once distressed that I could not find a flagpole that matched it even after searching the galaxy."

The Imperial Warmaster held the flag tightly in his hand. Carlos, who was arranged to look like a double-headed eagle on the flag, was emitting a golden light that was impossible to look directly at.

He showed the flagpole to the other side.

"Look at this flagpole. Which bone in your body is suitable to use?"

(End of this chapter)