Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 255 62, Dukel: I don't have time for bullshit, brother.

Compared to the ambition of the Death Lord Typhons, the bloody comet where the Khorne army was located was in great chaos at this time.

On the eve of the Warmaster's celebration, the Butcher's Nail was pulled out from the head of the Daemon Primarch Angron by Dukor and destroyed on the spot.

Without the encouragement of the Butcher's Nails, Angron became extremely negative. He stayed idle all day in the yellow sand world under his control. No matter how the Blood God urged him, he refused to offer his skull to the Brass Throne.

There are also rumors that Angron intends to lay down his battle axe and focus on literature.

Khorne was furious that an executioner, instead of drinking the blood of innocents, had developed a keen interest in literature.

If it were in the past, He would not mind spending some effort to insert another butcher's nail into Angron's brain.

But now, the Gods and the Emperor's projections are lurking in the skies above the Brass Citadel in the Realm of Khorne, as armies of daemons and legions of the damned battle against His armies.

In such a situation, even the Blood God did not have the energy to force a Primarch.

In the war on Belial IV, Angron, as the Daemon Prince of the Blood God, should have participated in the war, but he naturally rejected Khorne's oracle.

And when the army of Khorne gathered, Angron showed up and made a big fuss, preventing the entire World Eaters warband from participating in this grand war.

Without the restraint of the Daemon Primarchs and the World Eaters, massive numbers of Khorne demons who knew only about killing engaged in a melee.

The Red Butchers, who were supposed to be commanded by the World Eaters, were roaring crazily on the bloody comet.

The Red Butchers are clad in heavy Terminator armor, and their existence itself represents pure killing.

The Red Butcher's soul and rationality had been burned out by his anger, and all that remained was the instinct to kill.

Only the World Eaters knew how to stop them, but they were stopped on the road by their Primarch. The unrestrained Blood Butchers vented their anger hysterically, not caring whose head they chopped off, let alone who chopped off their own.

The eight blood-red comets had been caught in an endless melee long before the war on Belia IV broke out.

And on the other side,
Ahriman, the Thousand Sons Sorcerer, the chosen one of the Lord of Change, did not stay on his flagship.

He stood in front of a tall crystal tower, feeling a little uneasy inside, which was extremely rare for a wizard.

Ahriman was once the most elite psyker among the Astartes, and during the Great Crusade, he served as First Captain of the Thousand Sons Legion.

He was born on Holy Terra and was one of the earliest Thousand Sons warriors. He personally experienced many battles, big and small, in the early days of the Great Crusade. He had a particularly deep memory of Dukel, the early warmaster of the Great Crusade.

Ahriman did not want to be an enemy of his former warmaster. He came here for his own purpose - he was not interested in defeating Dukel, but wanted to find an opportunity to rescue his genetic father, the Crimson King Magnus.

There was no doubt that this went against the will of the Lord of Change, but Ahriman did not see anything wrong with it.

Each of Tzeentch's followers is full of tricks and rebelliousness. They are happy to add some of their own little thoughts to Tzeentch's oracles and produce more new and unpredictable changes.

If Tzeentch's followers carry out the oracle meticulously, they will instead incur the contempt of the Lord of Change and become a pitiful Chaos Egg.

Ahriman was an eyewitness to the Burning of Propius during the Horus Heresy, where he witnessed Magnus's soul being shattered in his efforts to save his surviving children.

For ages, Ahriman attempted to recover the fragments of Magnus' soul and put them back together.

But in a mistake, Ahriman was banished by Magnus.

Ahriman attempted to use a sorcery of his own creation to rid the Thousand Sons of the flesh and blood mutations that had plagued them for so long, but the spell was imperfect.

He did free the Thousand Sons from flesh mutations - he even freed them from flesh.

This spell transformed large numbers of Thousand Sons warriors into mindless automatons.

These mechanical shells without flesh and blood are called Red Letter Warriors.

Their flesh and blood have been completely decomposed by the terrifying psychic power, and their souls have been imprisoned in the armor forever.

These living suits of armor obey the wizard's orders and briefly possess complete memories and personalities during combat.

Sometimes they even performed the familiar movements of their former comrades, something that once made Ahriman feel guilty.

The enraged Magnus could not forgive him and expelled him, and until now has never fully accepted him again.

This time, he came here with the Thousand Sons. This cunning wizard did not care whether the war was won or not, but planned to rescue Magnus in the chaos of the war.

He even hoped that Chaos and the Empire could fight more fiercely. Only in this way would it be easier for him to find the opportunity.

Lucius the Undying was once the Thirteenth Captain of the Emperor's Children and is now the Chosen of Slaanesh.

In addition, he has many other titles, including Soul Stealer, Champion of Fulgrim, and Descendant of Chemos.

He attracted the attention of Slaanesh for his joy in killing in battle.

Lucius died many times, but each time he woke up again.

As long as the other party can gain pleasure from his death, he can use the other party's body to resurrect.

And the faces of his enemies will become distorted carvings on his armor.

In the previous battle in the Dark World, his genetic father Fulgrim also became a prisoner of Dukel.

But Lucius had no intention of rescuing Fulgrim. It was not because he was cold-hearted, but because he was not sure whether Fulgrim would enjoy it.

From Lucius's perspective, Fulgrim's actions were a bit strange. He was unaware of the hatred between the Primarchs. In his opinion, Fulgrim was simply eager to find Dukel, and was captured as a matter of course.

Thinking that Fulgrim was being imprisoned by the other party and enjoying the other party's torture all day long.

Lucius thought it would be better not to disturb the other party.

With Fulgrim captured, Lucius summoned all of the Emperor's Children and brought them together.

They are the most casual team and they just come here to have some fun.

The armies of the gods each had their own ulterior motives, but no matter what, under the call of the Chaos God, they still formed an army of extremely terrifying scale.

If possible, they will spare no effort to extinguish the empire's last hope, causing the galaxy to be shrouded in eternal darkness and become a place of eternal conflict.

The Terminator-type power armor is extremely large and can arm the soldier into an indestructible human tank. However, this extra protective capability comes at the cost of speed.

But Horus, thanks to his powerful body, was able to remain agile even while wearing such heavy armor.

The Drachanian in his hand smelled the scent of blood, and the magic sword trembled in excitement before the battle.

The power of chaos is so huge that it makes people feel genuine fear and despair.

The Empire's strength was equally strong. At the call of the War Marshal, more than half of the Empire's elite troops rushed to the battlefield.

Dukel regarded this battle as the clarion call for a counterattack on the subspace.

It is also the first battle between humans and demons in which the offense and defense are changed.

This time it was no longer the demons invading the territory of the empire, but Dukel led his heroes into the warp to invade the demon's territory.

The White Scars' leader, Kosaro, and the Black Templars' Marshal, Amarichi, came to join the battle with their respective subordinates.

The Blood Angels, Dark Angels and Ultramarines joined the expeditionary corps early on.

As the beginning of the Empire's counterattack on the Warp, this battle was crucial. In the bizarre void, Horus commanded the Chaos fleet to attack the vanguard of the Imperial fleet.

The moment Dukel's Inner Fire appeared, Horus ordered the Planet Killer and Blackstone Fortress to be recharged.

Draw out a huge ether tide to destroy the area where Dukel is located with overwhelming force.

In Horus's view, victory in the war was unimportant. As long as Dukel could be successfully stopped, defeated or even killed, it would be worth it even if the Chaos Legion was completely annihilated.

Inside the Imperial Headquarters,
Guilliman, who was overseeing the overall situation together with the Military Affairs Department, showed rare nervousness at this time.

This is a war that concerns the future destiny of mankind. Compared with the importance of this war, Guilliman’s past war experiences are like small fights.

He focused on dozens of battlefield locations at the same time, issued various orders in real time, and handled the complex and ever-changing battlefield situation in an orderly manner.

He considered every instruction carefully, fearing that he would make a mistake and bring irreparable losses to the empire.

But just as Guilliman was actively responding to the complex and ever-changing battlefield situation, his expression suddenly changed, as if he had seen something incredible.
His face was full of surprise, and his fingertips slid quickly across the holographic star map, accurately finding the projection where Dukel was from dozens of modules.

In the projection, Dukel's Soul Fire encountered seven Plague Arks.

The Plague Ark itself, the Void Whale, which is hundreds of kilometers long, is so conspicuous in the picture that the Soul Fire, which is only twenty kilometers long, looks insignificant in front of them.

Facing such a terrifying behemoth, using your own flexibility to deal with it is undoubtedly the best option.

But Duker didn't do that.

In the holographic projection, under Guilliman's incredulous gaze, the Inner Fire suddenly accelerated, not only quickly breaking away from the large army, but also rushing straight towards a huge Plague Ark.

It was like a knight who overestimated his own capabilities and rushed towards the terrifying dragon alone.

"By the throne, what is Duke doing?!"

Guilliman's lips trembled slightly as he muttered to himself.

"What is he doing?" Commander Typhons of the Plague Ark also couldn't understand this counterintuitive scene.

But he quickly calmed down, "Whatever he wants to do, destroy Dukel's flagship!"

Typhons gave the order in a cold voice.

As his words fell, seven beams of light carrying unclean energy appeared on the battlefield.

The seven beams of light locked onto the Soul Fire the moment they appeared, but just as they were about to hit the target, a huge portal suddenly opened in the void.

In this portal, a ring of thorns that was larger than the Void Whale and burned with golden flames like a star protruded from the portal.

The storm of golden flames, like the afterglow of a stellar explosion, swept away everything with devastating force.

The seven deadly rays released by the Plague Ark were swallowed up by it in just a moment.

The Chaos ships blessed by the gods were instantly vaporized in the golden flames, and their crews turned into nothingness before they could even come to their senses.

Nothing can stop the spreading golden fire.

Be it demons, Chaos warships, or the flesh and blood creations that the Dark Lord is proud of.

Everything turned into black smoke in the flames.

Countless demons were destroyed in the flames before they could even let out a howl.

Typhus watched this scene in amazement.

The Imperial Fleet appeared on the scene with unprecedented strength, and its first move was a destructive attack comparable to divine punishment.

They suffered heavy losses in just the first wave of attacks.

The Demon Fleet's camp seemed to be dug out of a piece of it. Hundreds of Chaos warships, Horus's carefully prepared Black Stone Fortress, the Planet Killer, and Typhon's proud Plague Ark
All were burned to ashes by the raging fire.

"Heh, I don't have time to mess around with you, brother." On the bow of the Soul Fire, Dukel stared at the results of this attack, a cruel smile on his lips.

Looking at the empty battlefield that had been cleared in an instant, he could even imagine how horrified Horus's expression was at that moment.

As the first battle of the counterattack in the subspace, what Dukel wants is not only victory, but a crushing victory without any suspense.

He wants to use his overwhelming power to make the evil existences of chaos recognize their place.

What plague arks, planet killers... He admitted that in a long tug-of-war, these horrific and blasphemous creations would pose a great threat to mankind.

But at the beginning of the war, he directly used the ultimate weapon of the virtual world to fulfill the truth.

It was killed in seconds. How do you say that?
War seems extremely complicated, but it is also very simple. In Duke's understanding, the true meaning of war and victory is to rely on the strong to bully the weak.

He never believed in the myth that the weak could defeat the strong, because that was because the strong were not strong enough.

If you are poor, you can use tactics to intersperse, if you are rich, you can cover it with firepower.

Duker works tirelessly all year round to innovate various equipment, but it is not for the purpose of fighting a tug-of-war with the demons.

He wanted to use an absolutely crushing attitude to make all the enemies in the universe understand what is the clear destiny of mankind.

The firestorm of the perfect truth is only the beginning.

Under Horus' horrified gaze, twenty-two huge portals arranged in a matrix opened one after another in the void.

Behind each portal, he could see a dark ring burning with golden flames, like twenty-two golden vertical pupils, staring at him from a distance of several light years.

At the same time, countless giant steel ships with golden double-headed eagle logo appeared on the battlefield in an unstoppable manner.

The power displayed by the Empire shocked Horus and terrified countless dark beings.

In Spirit of Vengeance, Horus looked at the battlefield areas that were cleared in an instant, and for the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared on his face.

"We lost the Plague, the Illusion, the Change, and the Greed"

Fakus stood aside, observing the situation on the battlefield and reporting to Horus.

The adjutant's eyes, which were filled with chaotic power, were also trembling with an irremovable fear.

In just one attack, the Chaos fleet they had assembled lost thousands of huge ships.

The losses are unprecedentedly huge.

And this is just the beginning.

No one can predict how many times Dukel can unleash this terrifying weapon.

And more Imperial fleets are also launching fierce attacks on the Chaos side.

As soon as the war began, they were almost defeated.

Everyone knew that they couldn't hold out for long under such circumstances.

(End of this chapter)