Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 254: 61, Humanity’s unprecedented unity
Asmodai stood on a hill piled with demon corpses, staring blankly at the sky. His cloak was damaged in the battle and his armor was also covered with wounds. He was exhausted, but at this moment he completely put his own situation behind him. All the thoughts in his mind were involuntarily praising the reputation of the Emperor and the Warmaster.

He saw a golden eagle with its wings spread swooping down from the sky, screaming and spreading flames of destruction on the battlefield.

Dragging a long trail, the airdrop capsule descended from the golden sky like a fireball, blocking out the sun, like a torrential rain of fire.

The explosion caused by the impact set off a series of destructive fire curtains in the demon camp.

Gunboats and fighter planes roared past, and the Emperor's Angel of Destruction, who was in charge of divine punishment, generously bestowed countless artillery and lasers on those flying demons.

The filthy flesh and blood of countless demons and traitors exploded into pieces of meat all over the sky.

Thunderous roars continued to be heard from the sky. Like a starry sky behemoth forged from steel and fire, the Empire's fleet continued to leap out from the Eldar's star gate.

The giant ship stretched across the void, its roaring engines spewing out tail flames of several kilometers, and the distortion force of the subspace was dispelled.

The grandeur that blocked out the sun and the sky made the battlefield below pale in comparison.

The battleships let out roars that shook the world. Unimaginably magnificent beams of light descended from the sky like divine punishment. The bombardment of orbital guns caused a distorted vortex to appear in the space of the ground battlefield.

In the flying smoke, the devil's ashes danced with the air flow.

Astra Militarum piloting Destroyer mechs stepped out of the drop pod. With the help of powerful armor, these mortals were also able to display incredible speed. Although they were not as good as the Primaris Space Marines, their numbers were almost endless.

A blood-red sword popped out from the mechanical arm. The demons never thought that one day they would be vulnerable in the hands of mortals.

Even a Heretic Astartes would undoubtedly die on the battlefield once surrounded by multiple Destroyer armors.

The demons roared and counterattacked, trying to attack the soldiers who walked out of the airborne pod.

But their efforts were like an ant trying to shake a tree. What made the blasphemers even more uneasy was that behind the Astra Militarum, a large number of Primaris Space Marines also appeared.

Each of them is a hero of mankind, walking out of blood and fire, wielding sharp blades with bodies of steel, and the blasphemers falling in droves like wheat.

As powerful reinforcements arrived at the battlefield, the besieged warriors collectively cheered.

Even though their armor was already in tatters and their bodies were covered with scars.

But they still launched a fearless charge towards the demon line.

Asmodai dragged his tired body out from behind the tattered bunker, and he led the remaining warriors to roar and attack.

The priests shouted the names of the Emperor and the Warmaster, waved the Sky Eagle banner, and cheered for the Empire.

The saint who was in a coma heard the call, she woke up from her coma, her eyes looked up at the sky covered with golden light, and her body recovered quickly in an incredible way.

Then she picked up a spear and a sword and joined the battle against the demons.

The Empire's counterattack sounded, and the most powerful demons were turned into broken flesh.

The heads of the blasphemers rolled one after another on the ground of this ancient planet. The dust was stained with their blood and the rivers turned blood red.

The Chaos Wizards tried their best to suppress the soldiers' charge, but the violent targeted firepower made them suffer terribly.

What made the blasphemers even more uneasy was that the huge Eldar star gate in the void that almost covered the planet still showed no signs of closing.

The Empire's giant ships continued to leap out, and after the Silver Sisters' giant ships passed by, waves of more powerful engine roars spread in the vacuum against common sense.

One after another, huge ships carrying endless glory stretched out their horns, and various colors sung among the stars, such as blood red, azure blue, dark green, bright yellow, and white, leapt into the void.

Blood Angels, Ultramarines, Dark Angels, Space Wolves, Salamanders, Iron Hands, Raven Guard, White Scars... Each of the founding legions demonstrated their greatness over the battlefield.

In addition to these parent groups that have been famous in the galaxy for thousands of years, there are hundreds of sub-groups participating in this war.

The number was so huge and the scale was so grand that even during the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, there were very few battles that could compare with it.

The loyal soldiers looked up at the magnificent sight in the sky, tears welling up in the eyes of many of them. Those who were familiar with history knew that mankind had not been able to unite like this for more than ten thousand years.

In the ten thousand years of darkness, no hero has been able to reunite the power of mankind.

Even in the face of threats from alien species and chaos demons, humans have been fighting among themselves for tens of thousands of years, with factionalism and betrayal becoming a fate that no one can escape.

No mortal supreme leader can do this, and no hero of an interstellar regiment can do this.

This is a great feat that can only be accomplished by a war commander who can win the hearts and minds of the people.

Even the Sisters of Silence, the Imperial Guards, and the Grey Knights all responded willingly to the call of the Supreme Warmaster.

They led more than 10 billion mortal auxiliary troops, forming a terrible torrent, frantically strangling the demons teleported from the warp.

The demons that were once so notorious seemed weak in front of the imperial army.

The endless demons were unable to gain any advantage over the imperial army.

The situation of the war was reversed in an instant, and the imperial soldiers, who were originally in danger, received terrible reinforcements in an instant.

The imperial army swept everything.

They advanced over the corpses of human traitors and aliens.

Unstoppable and unstoppable.

At this time, Horus, standing on the Spirit of Vengeance, was still able to remain calm.

Facing the defeat on the ground battlefield, he did not feel any pain. In his eyes, these demons were just cannon fodder that could be consumed at will, and he would not feel anything no matter how many hundreds of millions of them were killed or injured.

He focused his attention on the imperial fleet that appeared on the periphery, his expression was extremely cold, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

Horus was certain that Dukir would come. This brother with a distinct personality was obviously different from the other brothers. He was arrogant, radical and reckless. He never weighed the pros and cons, but believed in an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Anyone who angers him will instantly incur his wrath - and past history has proven that there will be no exceptions even if the troublemaker is the Emperor.

Every Primarch knew that the Emperor was not a perfect father. He was full of lies and cold-hearted. Among them, Lorgar the Great and Angron the Red Lord hated the Emperor to the extreme.

But even so, Angron, who has always shown himself to be foolish and crazy, would lie dormant and endure in front of the Emperor and put away his fangs.

Only Dukel, after realizing the darkness of the Emperor, drew his sword without hesitation, even if the consequence was the destruction of one third of the Empire, and he was also expelled from the Empire for ten thousand years.

How could such a person watch his capable subordinate die without helping him?

Horus had set a trap here, and he had anticipated that even though Duker knew there was a trap, he would still go forward. He admitted that this was Duker's unique charm, and it was this fearless courage that made all the powerful warriors willingly follow him.

But at this moment, this became his fatal weakness.

Horus was convinced that the people who could do the most harm to him were often those who knew him best.

"Brother, you are destined to end up here." Horus murmured to himself, but unexpectedly, there was not much joy in his heart before the victory. Instead, there was an unconcealable sadness in his tone.

They were once close relatives, but now they have to kill each other because of their different ideals.

This may be the most tragic drama in the galaxy.

Horus was confident of his victory. Dukor brought a formidable army, but he also had enough legions of demons.

In order to prevent the annihilation of the stars in the Milky Way, the power of Chaos is worth utilizing. Ten thousand years ago, in the game between Horus and the Emperor, he used only one Demon card to break through all of the Emperor's cards.

Today, the Chaos Fleet is still gathering in an endless stream, and the number is so large that he cannot even count them. He is too lazy to do so, as they are all destined to be consumables in the war anyway.

The believers of the Four Gods also showed great enthusiasm in the encirclement and suppression of Dukor, the Bloody Comet of Khorne, the Crystal Fortress of Tzeentch, the Plague Ark of Nurgle, and the Labyrinth of Desire of Slaanesh.

The forces of evil gathered in one place. The number of demons and fallen warriors was incalculable. There were even massive alien races that succumbed to chaos and were swept along with them.

Such a terrifying force was enough to sweep away the Imperial Legion in Horus' eyes.

But at this time, one person had a completely different idea.

The scholar in a blue feather robe fiddled with the crystal ball in his hand, and then said to Horus, "Dukor's appearance was not at the node predicted by fate. He appeared too early, and even the appearance of the Eldar was not noticed. All this was not in the plan. Maybe we should retreat and regroup."

"Why, didn't you see Dukel's performance in your destiny drama?" Horus glanced at him with a hint of mockery.

During the previous pursuit by the Golden Sun, he discovered that these friends were not trustworthy.

Once a crack in trust appears, it can never be repaired and will only continue to expand.

The most intuitive manifestation is that Horus no longer respects these four friends as much as before.

The blue-robed scholar frowned, staring intently at the crystal ball, not even paying attention to Horus's ridicule.
"Duke's fate is different. His fate is shrouded in mystery. Even the trajectory of the stars that represent his fate cannot fully predict his direction. His unknown power is even impacting the star of fate. Once the star of fate is completely shattered, we will no longer be able to predict his actions."

"Is that so?" Horus's eyes became serious. "Then we must defeat him now. If even fate cannot restrain him, how can we defeat him? Besides, we have already made a plan, and now the arrow is ready to be put into action."

"Change is a good thing." The scholar advised again.

But Horus had made up his mind.

"Don't worry." He comforted the scholar, "The ultimate victory of this battle is not to defeat the Empire. These demons can be completely destroyed. As long as Dukel is defeated, it will be worth it."

Horus' words revealed his ruthlessness towards demons.

But he didn't notice that when he said this, his four friends all had unnatural expressions on their faces.

Even the ugly warrior in bloody armor was no exception.

The Imperial Army led by Dukel is different from the past. They have the real power to destroy demons, which is the annihilation that returns the origin of the warp to nothingness.

Every demon is the incarnation of the gods. The demon army that has been summoned has almost filled the entire galaxy. If such a huge army of demons is wiped out, even the gods will feel painful.

But the four of them said nothing more.

Their strength at this time was not enough to defy the determined Horus.

And what Horus said was not without reason. The outcome of this war was not that important. If Dukel could be completely eliminated here, then everything would be worth it.

The four of them also had no control over the final outcome.

Dukel was a gambler who took the Empire's army to the warp to gamble. But Horus and the four were not sure of winning, and they could not escape the fate of gamblers.

The eternally great gods do not like games that they cannot win.

Now, almost all the traitors of humanity have gathered in the Belia IV star field.

Typhons leads the Death Guard and is currently aboard the Plague Fleet's flagship, the End of Doom.

The flagship was located at the edge of the void battlefield. He stood on the bridge, commanding the Plague Fleet's attack on the Imperial Fleet.

He is the Chosen of Nurgle, a Daemon Prince of a fatherly kind, Lord of the Hive of Destruction, and ruler of the First Great Plague Company of the Death Guard.

Currently, as one of the most terrifying dark lords, he leads the Death Guard into this war.

The betrayal of the Death Guard Primarch Mortarion once made the loving father very sad.

Typhons felt equally heartbroken. He actively tried to show himself and prove to his father that he was capable of replacing Mortarion.

And right in front of him is his perfect opportunity, if he can defeat Dukel in the Belia 4 star field in the Eye of Terror.

This would surely please his loving father, and would also prove that he was stronger than the original body, and was capable of replacing the other's position in his loving father's heart.

During the Horus Heresy, Typhons despised his genetic father.

He killed the Navigator, disobeyed Mortarion's orders, and fell into the Father's Kingdom with his Primarch.

It was Typhons' actions that forced Mortarion to be unable to leave his father's garden. The entire Death Guard was tortured by Nurgle's plague, forcing Mortarion to surrender to Nurgle.

After surrendering to Nurgle, Typhons directly broke away from Mortarion's control, and left the Primarch with a part of the Death Guard, going to various parts of the Empire to wreak havoc and release the plague virus.

In Typhon's eyes, Mortarion's abilities and character made him ashamed, but he was the master to whom he was willing to submit.

In order to gain the favor of his loving father, he used plague to transform world after world into a garden world filled with rotting tombs.

Countless lives are lost forever in wailing.

Nurgle loves every life equally; viruses and bacteria are equally his followers. He is keen on spreading his blessings generously among the stars.

It is also at Nurgle's mercy that those stricken by the plague will be subjected to the most desperate torment. They will not die, but will only utter painful dirges in eternal torment.

Now, it was time for Typhons to prove to his father that he was superior to the Primarch.

(End of this chapter)