Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 256 63, Draw the sword for the common ideal of mankind

"Sir, the war situation has deviated from expectations. We need to make a strategic shift." Fakus on the side said.

Horus looked at him without saying anything, nor did he pay attention to what the other party said.

This is just the beginning of the war, and he will never retreat easily.

Long before the war, the blue-robed scholars had given him the same advice, but in order to stop Dukel, Horus had already become a desperate gambler, and he would never give up before the actual victory or defeat came.

Besides, the stakes this time were just a worthless demon in his eyes.

In the atmospheric orbit of the planet Belia IV, countless weapon platforms are lined up here, chaos fish launch silos and various terrifying dark mechanical creations are ready to go.

They are connected into a huge spider web, whose purpose is to deal a fatal blow to the empire.

But at this time, these "spider webs" had not yet played their due role and were all destroyed.

Countless imperial warships are fully armed to destroy everything.

Macro cannon shells, rockets with tail flames, and plasma spears with dazzling light.

Even the terrifying warp turbulence was torn apart by these imperial divine weapons.

Countless Chaos warships formed burning ruins in the void. Around the silent ruins, a large number of giant ship wreckage and corpses were floating.

After the Imperial Warmaster Dukel released the Circular Truth to open up the situation in the Void Battlefield, a large number of fighter jets flew out from the mothership, surrounding the enemy group like a swarm of bees and revealing their deadly stingers.

The imperial fighter pilots relied on their superb driving skills to fight the enemy in the chaotic ruins.

A skull fortress of Khorne, surrounded by a large number of fighter planes, carrying out non-stop attacks and interference.

Wave after wave of heavy firepower weapons struck the huge skull building like a storm.

Faced with such a passive situation, the Khorne demon could only roar in anger.

Beyond that, there's not much they can do about the orbiting craft.

A cruiser focused its main gun energy and launched a destructive beam at the Skull Fortress.

The shock wave of the explosion penetrated into the interior, and energy ripples released by a series of weapons spread across the surface of the Skull Fortress.

After a brief stalemate, the terrifying energy carried by the destruction beam tore apart the relic of Khorne.

The shattered remains of the fortress were burning with blood-red flames, as if blood was gushing out.

In the Spirit of Vengeance, Horus stared closely at the various parameters displayed on the fluorescent screen.

The shrill alarm sounded continuously without a second's pause.

The Spirit of Vengeance is the main ship of the entire demon fleet. As the commander-in-chief, he stands at the highest perspective, overlooking a holographic projection composed of shining images.

All the Chaos fleets were reflected in bizarre colors in the image, and each ball of light represented a huge fleet, a battle group composed of reconnaissance ships and requisitioned vessels.

"Update the data and report the intelligence of each battle group."

Horus ordered his lieutenant.

"I will obey your will, my lord." Fakus responded from the side.

As the Dark Thinker flickered, the image immediately focused on the symbol that was glowing red.

Dense data streams were jumping wildly beside the mark with silent screams.

Every beat represents the damage of a warship.

Horus's face gradually became gloomy.

Long before the battle, he had considered that the demon army would be defeated, but he never thought it would be defeated so quickly.

The devil's incompetence at this moment even aroused his anger.

The defeat in the void battlefield not only turned the hunt for Dukel into a bitter battle of life and death.

It will greatly affect his plans.

The Empire gained the upper hand with an absolute crushing force, destroying the demon fleet with ease.

At different coordinate points, huge ships of the Empire now appeared. The identities of hunter and prey were reversed in an instant.

Although Horus was full of wisdom, he underestimated the military strength of the empire.

In his opinion, after ten thousand years of darkness, the empire had entered a period of decline, as weak as a dying man. He never expected that the strength it showed was even stronger than during the Great Crusade.

The densely packed fleets destroyed everything, unleashing weapons that swept across the galaxy, and nothing was their match.

The difference between Saint Efilar's fleet and the legion led by Dukel is like the difference between fluorescence and stars.

Horus easily cornered Ephilar, forcing Dukir to come and fight him.

But when Dukel actually arrived, Horus felt that the demon fleet, which he had placed high hopes on, was as weak as an ant.

No matter how many ants there are, they cannot kill the elephant. There is no hope.

"Sir, what should we do next?" Fakus, who served as adjutant, asked him.

"Wait." Horus said in a deep voice.

Wait? Fakus had a look of obvious astonishment on his face.

To be honest, given the current situation of the war, he couldn't think of any other way to defeat the imperial army.

Fakus was a veteran of many battles. In past battles, when the large army was defeated, boarding the enemy flagship and using decapitation tactics was undoubtedly the best option.

——Is Horus going to board the Inner Fire?

But Fakus quickly overturned this idea.

Today, Dukel's reputation is well-known in the warp. His achievements have caused uproars among the dark stars many times.

The former demon primarchs Magnus and Fulgrim, together with Carlos the Fateweaver, Skarbrand, and the Grand Keeper of Secrets, these powerful dark beings, brought countless dark legions and joined forces on behalf of the gods to encircle and suppress Dukel.

However, even with such a terrifying lineup, Dukel relied on his own bravery to break the trap and capture the two demon primarchs alive.

A few years ago, he led his army to trample on the kingdom of the God of Plague, slaughtered countless great demons, and even snatched the goddess of life of the Eldar from Nurgle.

Faced with such a commander known for his bravery, they had to be on guard against Duker's boarding at all times.

As for joining Duker?

Fakus felt that there were many stupid ways to die in the warp, but this was definitely the most laughable one.

Just when he was puzzled, his thinking soon gave him the answer.

"Brother, have you made up your mind?"

The light of the teleportation array lit up, and a golden giant walked out. His body glowed with golden light, as if bringing light to the dark place. Fakus' heart stagnated. He looked at Horus who had his back to him, wondering why Lorgar, the Great Bearer of Words, appeared here at this time.

"How are the preparations for the ceremony going?" Horus asked.

"It has been prepared long ago. The Word Bearers and I have toiled day and night, offering countless sacrifices, to build this magnificent temple in the center of this world." Lorca smiled.
"We chose Belia IV as the battlefield just for this moment. Now you just need to be firm in your heart, brother."

Horus nodded. "Even if it costs anything, Dukor must be stopped. My oath has never changed."

"A wise decision." Luo Jia smiled even more. "It has only been a dozen years since he revived, but with this short period of time, the universe has been in turmoil, the gods are restless, and the final fate is born from this."

"If you continue to hesitate and give him more time, then everything will be irreversible."

Horus did not reply. He stood there with his fists clenched. The iron gloves made creaking sounds from being pressed by the huge force. It was obvious that he agreed with Lorca's statement.

It can even be said that this is exactly why he made up his mind.

He had glimpsed the fate of the future, but even without the revelation of fate, he knew that the day of destruction was not far away.

——The incomprehensible weapons released by Dukel are causing the destruction of the spiritual realm every minute and every second.

He didn't know how the other party did it, nor did he know where the absorbed energy went.

But Horus understood that if this continued, it would inevitably cause an imbalance between the material universe and the spiritual realm, and the entire universe would be destroyed.

This is a future that can be easily predicted by anyone who is interested. It is for this reason that he has no doubt about the final fate of the future.

There was no time for him to hesitate, he had to bet desperately like a red-eyed gambler. Because this was an unequal gamble, the opponent's chips increased dramatically every day, if he could not seize every opportunity, he would have no chance of winning the gamble.

"Brother, what else can you do?" Duker leaned on the throne, thinking about what Horus would do next.

Judging from the current situation, the demon is doomed to be defeated, but the opponent still hasn't retreated, which shows that he has a backup plan.

After thinking for a moment, Duker clapped his hands.

Countless distorted space fluctuations emerged, and led by Doom, a large number of Destroyer warriors who were ready to go knelt on one knee under his throne.

"My son, it is time for you to fight for the empire."

Dukel stepped down from the throne and helped his kneeling sons up one by one. His movements were gentle but carried an irresistible force.

After helping these proud warriors to stand up, he would even, like a true father, arrange the armor and cloak for his sons who are about to go to the war.

"For thousands of years, the fate of our people has been entangled with struggle. During the long battle, we have experienced the darkest and most desperate times."

Dukel walked among the Slayers, his voice deep and powerful,
"Vile alien races and filthy heretics abuse our compatriots, and traitors to humanity commit unforgivable crimes with impunity."

"Plague, war, lust, trickery, the enemy seems to have endless ways to torment us."

"I saw my compatriots crying in despair while trying to survive."

"Amidst the hopeless stars, everyone is struggling, trying their best to survive in every possible way."

"For our own survival, we abandon reason and have no compassion, because we have no time to think and it is difficult to breathe."

"Sacrifice has long become a routine. In this hostile universe, fight, survive, or die."

"The blood of our enemies and our own blood were shed on the battlefield. I have looked up at the stars countless times, wondering if my people would still be lucky enough to see a bright future."

“The era when we no longer need to sacrifice and suffer malice is worth fighting for until the last moment.”

"My sons are also the sharpest and most loyal swords in my hands. I have to use you to defend the oath I made in front of everyone."

Hearing Dukel's voice, even the warriors with cold hearts began to have tears in their eyes.

Each of the Doom Slayers is a veteran of countless battles, and the memories of the misfortunes of their compatriots and battle brothers are still fresh in their minds.

"Father, we don't." Doom's voice came from inside the helmet, sounding a little dull.

He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Duker raising his hand.

"Fight for me, draw your sword for the common ideals of mankind, my sons. I believe that the golden age will finally come. Sentiment and kindness cannot dispel the wilderness. Use fire to destroy darkness and cold."

"Zheng——"

As Dukel's voice fell, every Doom Soldier drew out his Argentinian sword. Without much words, they just raised the sword and let the red force field spread on the sword.

Every soldier is willing to sacrifice himself for the great ideal conceived by Duker. In the face of this will as pure as faith, any words seem pale and powerless at this moment.

No demon or evil god can shake this will.

These proud warriors voluntarily become extensions of the Warmaster's will.

A sword that will usher in a golden age for mankind.

The only meaning of their existence is to destroy all enemies of humanity until that era arrives.

Accompanied by waves of virtual fluctuations, the Doom Soldier disappeared on the spot.

They joined the war and felt the presence of the Slayer. Some demons and human traitors screamed in fear and tried desperately to escape the battlefield.

But it was too late.

The arrival of the Slayer stirred up a vortex, and the cold aura made the demons feel as if the space had become heavy.

The divine weapons forged from sub-gold energy metal frightened countless demons, and fear suppressed their instincts that only knew killing and destruction.

Dukel returned to his throne and watched the Slayer leave.
"Kill them all, my son."

The Warmaster said calmly, without any joy or pride.

The Doom Slayer slaughters demons just like ordinary mortals have a bland meal; it may feel satisfying, but it is not worth any more emotions.

The Slayer begins to move on the battlefield.

The moment Doom's figure appeared, the demons in his area collectively burst into screams of fear.

The demon army that was still fighting suddenly collapsed, but they could not escape the pursuit of the Slayer of Destruction.

Doom wielded the scarlet energy sword in his hand as fast as the wind. Wherever the sword passed, the bodies of demons fell to the ground in all directions.

Belia IV has so many demons that he doesn't need to deliberately preserve the lives of the demons as materials for the Argent Factory.

They are the Warmaster's angels of destruction, the sharpest divine weapons in the empire.

All enemies of humanity will fall before this sword.

The great demons that had caused the destruction of countless worlds wailed and cursed on the battlefield, and with their evil hearts, they offered the most vicious curse to the Slayer of Destruction.

The Doom Slayer responded with indifference. Even when they were Krieg soldiers, they didn't have much emotion towards killing, and at this moment they didn't care about the demon's struggle before death.

(End of this chapter)