Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 243 50, The Reason Why the Fire of Courage Burns
Dukel easily took control of the initiative on the battlefield. No matter how the demon in front of him roared and raged, he could not reverse the situation.

The Mocker of Fate was kicked to the ground by him, and the huge sword in his hand suddenly chopped down, cutting off one of the demon's arms.

From the demon's wound, the same azure flame flowed out, and the fiery blood spread on the broken soil.

Dukel's blade pointed at his heart,

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. On the contrary, I will mercifully grant you eternal existence. I will bring you into immortality - just like Carlos. I will hang all of you who claim to have seen through fate on my flag, and let you witness with your own eyes the rise of the greatest race of mankind. Then you will understand what I said, and know that what I said is not crazy fantasy, but the will of heaven that cannot be violated."

The words of the Supreme War Marshal were powerful, and every word struck into the hearts of every warrior present and took root firmly.

The empire is a great country established because of shared ideals, and it will surely rise again in the ideals.

Every loyalist is convinced of this.

But the mocker of fate scorned it,
"Son of the Curse, it's too early for you to speak so arrogantly. There is no point in defeating me. My presence here is destiny's arrangement. You are too insignificant to comprehend what kind of existence He is. Everything is on His chessboard, everything is in His plan. I accept destiny's arrangement calmly, even if I will die here."

The demon spoke, holding the scepter in his only remaining arm, emitting blue psychic shocks, and the storm in the warp shook, trying to hinder the steps of the Imperial Warmaster.

But everything he did was in vain.

Dukel strode forward, as if he didn't notice the existence of the storm. His body remained as steady as an iron tower, not shaken by the storm at all.

Only his long black hair was dancing in the terrible storm as he walked out of it, approaching the mocker of fate.

Then he used the sword in his hand to cut off the scepter in the devil's hand, and with the remaining force, he chopped off the opponent's only remaining hand.

"I know who your master is. Your master is God. I admit that He is very powerful."

The mocker of fate, who was lying on the ground, suddenly heard these words from the Imperial Warmaster. He first felt disbelief, and then disdain surged in his heart.

The other party was still talking nonsense before, but unexpectedly he was also conquered by the supreme power of fate.

However, this is only natural in the eyes of the Mocker of Fate. For a small and weak race like humans, it is only natural to succumb to the power of the Lord of Fate.

In the face of fate, any powerful being should bow down.

But before his emotions could spread, he heard Duker continue to say,

"But do you know who we are? We are human!"

Dukel's words were brief, but the Mocker of Fate could hear their meaning.

In the eyes of the other party, the title of human is a far greater existence than God. The other party believes this from the bottom of his heart and practices it with his actions.

Being able to say such words made the demon, who represented blasphemy and fear, tremble and be speechless for a moment.

"You are too arrogant!" He was speechless for a moment and could only use roaring to express his true thoughts.

But Duker paid no attention to his anger.
"This is not arrogance, this is the truth. Even the weakest mortals will not willingly succumb to fate and the gods. As long as there is a slight possibility, we will choose to hold these things firmly in our own hands. If you are familiar with our history, you will know that only tens of thousands of years ago we still regarded fire as an irresistible miracle."

"But in just tens of thousands of years, humans, a small and fragile race, have shouldered the heavy responsibility of ruling the galaxy. As long as we have a goal, an ideal, we will do our best to surpass it. On this road, we don't care about being enemies with any existence. Any existence that stands in the way of our ultimate goal will be eliminated. You and your master will be no exception."

Dukel's words made the mocker of fate feel boundless fear for no reason.

As the embodiment of fate and fear, the ruler of all nightmares, he was now told by the person in front of him that he did not regard him as an enemy at all.

The Fate Mocker wanted to protest loudly.

But when he raised his head, he met Duke's fiery eyes, and just one glance made him lose the courage to refute.

Because at this moment, he finally understood why the inexhaustible fire of courage was burning in the other person's eyes.

"I take back what I said before. You are not insignificant. You are the most insane and blasphemous race among the stars!" The Mocker of Fate cursed with his last bit of strength.

Dukel didn't care about his last cry, because in the process, he had pulled out the opponent's head along with the entire spine and tied them to the flagpole of the Destiny Sky Eagle flag.

The Fate's Mocker's spine, burning with psychic flames, was rapidly merging with the flagpole in a way that completely violated the laws of physics. Eventually, the flagpole turned into a texture similar to crystal, and exuded flames of blue and gold.

This flame does not exist in reality, but it has unimaginable power.

Dukel took the tall battle flag in his hand and waved it easily, then a look of satisfaction appeared on his face. The Destiny Sky Eagle Battle Flag was now much stronger than before, and it could even be used as a handy weapon when necessary.

This illusory fire interwoven with gold and blue will also bring deep torture to the enemy from an angle beyond imagination.

The defeat of a demon lord directly led to the demon world completely losing the courage to resist and ushering in an avalanche-like defeat.

The Red Corsairs and Tzeentch's Daemon Army were no match for the Imperial Legion, and they had previously been able to gather around the Mocker of Fate and put up a last-ditch effort.

But now, the Demon Lord has been defeated, and the Mocker of Fate was even tied directly to the flagpole of the enemy's battle flag.

When Dukel appeared on the battlefield holding a battle flag, the blasphemers who saw this scene collapsed immediately.

Everything in the demon world inevitably went to destruction, and the powerful primarchs and loyal warriors swept away everything.

The fallen traitor subconsciously revealed his cowardice in the face of this powerful and unstoppable army of loyalists.

Reality ruthlessly shattered their naive fantasies.

After the defeat of the Mocker of Fate, no demon could stand against Dukel.

The Lord of Destruction is destroying everything here wantonly.

Every attack of Dukel was accompanied by flying limbs and arms.

With a loud bang, the last demon exploded in front of him. Countless human traitors had been beheaded. Countless corpses piled up together to form a large mountain.

The people cheered for victory and followed the warmaster's footsteps, and they won victory once again.

In their carnival feast, Dukel, the commander, did not participate.

As the demons were cleared out, the Crystal Jungle burned.

The azure river of fire gradually dried up, replaced by turbid water.

The thick fog has disappeared, visibility has improved, and the view has become brighter.

The mottled colors of the sky gradually faded, turning pale and bright.

The strange atmosphere of the warp lingers, but the situation of this world is far better than before.

Every demonic world was shaped by the great demon that controlled it. With the death of the Mocker of Fate, this world returned to its original appearance.

All this made everyone happy. With the current technology of the Empire, as long as the forces of chaos were expelled, even the demon world would be restored to a habitable planet.

The world is occupied by the Empire.

This world thus escaped destruction. The extinction weapon would not completely bomb this world. Although it was still not suitable for humans to live in, the Second Legion would build a huge factory in this world that could cover the entire world.

After arranging all this, the expeditionary force set sail again.

The soldiers of the empire boarded the ships in an orderly manner and returned to their ships to rest.

Then they continued to move deeper into the subspace without stopping.

The main purpose of their journey this time was to rescue Saint Efilar, so they could not waste too much time in rest.

This advance with almost no rest time did not receive any approval from the imperial soldiers.

As one of the Warmaster's spokesmen, Saint Efilar has been fighting on the front lines, driving out countless enemies of the Empire.

The fame brought by her long-term accumulation of military exploits made her extremely prestigious within the empire. No one would have any complaints about saving such a loyal hero.

And on the other side.

The bitter battle on Ephirar continues, darkness creeps across the ship, and monsters swarm in from across the Sea of ​​Souls.

The tortured warriors, holding their weapons tightly, continued to resist unyieldingly, while swarms of demons attacked every imperial battleship.

The sounds of battle cries and prayers could be heard continuously inside the communication channel.

One huge ship after another was caught in a fierce battle, and one third of the originally powerful fleet had lost most of its combat capability.

If this continues, they will probably be wiped out before Dukel arrives.

And they can't stay here forever.

Aiferal was well aware of the other side's tricks and attempted to use them as bait to ambush the Dukel fleet.

The saints could not let the demons get their wish, and in the constant shifting of the battle front, they finally discovered a demon world.

Through the tides of the Sea of ​​Souls, the psykers in the fleet learned the name of this world - Belia IV.

Hearing the name, Efilar frowned tightly. This planet was notorious even in the chaotic warp.

Belia IV is a crone world.

The Crone Worlds are testaments to the Eldar's former glory, being planets that the Eldar colonized in the past.

It was also the most developed and glorious world of the elves in the past.

They were once magnificent, but now they are just ruins shrouded in darkness.

Before the collapse of the Eldar Empire, Belia IV was the cultural and economic hub of the Eldar.

There is an unparalleled temple here, dedicated to the gods of the Eldar, and the chief god Asuryan.

In today's galaxy, few people have heard of the name Asuryan, but in the past, he was the father of gods and the lord of all things in the mythology of the Eldar.

The Eldar gods were once extremely glorious. They participated in the War in Heaven and served as the main force in facing the Star Gods.

But after the ultimate glory, there will be decline and fall.

The Eldar gods who performed brilliantly in the War in Heaven seemed to be insane after the war and did a lot of stupid things.

It even took the initiative to cut off its connection with the elves, disconnecting the supply of faith that could strengthen itself.

It was precisely because of the loss of the guidance of the Eldar God that the Eldar became dissolute and decadent, until their most insane desires exploded, leading to the birth of Slaanesh.

The first thing Slaanesh did after his birth was to kill the Eldar gods.

The only ones left were Silogod the Laughing God who had escaped into the Webway, Khaine the War God who had been smashed into a thousand pieces by Khorne, and Aisha the Goddess of Life who had been captured by Durkhar from the depths of the Garden of Nurgle.

The Eldar pantheon collapsed, and only these few Eldar gods remained in the world, but each of them fell into a miserable situation.

The reason why Efilar frowned was because there might be dark elves lurking in this crone's world.

I learned from some Space Marines who had fought against the Dark Eldar that they had fought against the Dark Eldar in this world.

This world is a place of constant conflict, and all sorts of weird Eldar technological creations are still in operation.

Wandering Dark Eldar will do their best to slaughter any soul they see in order to prevent Slaanesh from consuming their souls.

Under normal circumstances, Efilar would only bring destruction to the world.

But now, in order to fight against the demon army that is chasing her, she must land in this world and use the planet to build a defense line.

When Efilar's fleet broke through the blockade of the Chaos Vortex and approached the Demon World of Belia No. 4.

From the undercurrent of the Sea of ​​Souls, a group of Chaos fleets emerged.

Judging from the blasphemous paint scheme and their warband emblems, this fleet belongs to the Seventeenth Legion that betrayed the Empire - the Word Bearers.

Efilar had not expected to encounter the Word Bearers in this galaxy.

The moment the other side appeared, they immediately opened fire on the Imperial fleet, as if they had already anticipated Efilar's route.

Knowing that the Imperial fleet would appear here, they set up an ambush in advance.

The enemy aimed the first shell of the main gun at the flagship where Efilal was.

The shells carried blasphemous purple flames, tearing through the turbulence of the Warp, and finally annihilated on the surface of the Empire's energy shield, creating layers of ripples visible to the naked eye in the void.

The Word Bearers' attack was extremely violent, and more intensive and fierce attacks followed, madly crashing into the energy shield of the Imperial fleet.

A series of violent attacks caused the battleship's secondary systems to sound crazy and rapid alarms.

After escaping from the Warp vortex, Efilar no longer needed to overdraw her own energy. She picked up a spear specially made of Argentum energy metal, walked to the bridge, and calmly stared at the battle in the void.

The Imperial fleet responded quickly, and the two powerful fleets began a fierce artillery exchange.

The stray bullets fired by both sides drew dense flashes in the void. In the star system of Belia IV's world, there were hundreds and thousands of giant warships crowded together. There were so many of them that their shadows blocked out the sky.

Saint Efilar scanned the area and soon found a target that could not be ignored on the deck of the Word Bearers' flagship.

He was a giant whose whole body was shining with golden light. His majestic figure could not be ignored even in the vast battlefield of stars.

That is--

"Great Bearer of Words, Lorca." Efilar whispered the other party's name, and the sharp and cold spear was tightly held in her hand.

(End of this chapter)