Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 264, 71, Dukel: The emperor back then was like this too.
Luo Jia's plan was successful.

Horus traveled with him to the supreme central realm and sought treasures that even the gods could not reach.

Now all he needs to do is to digest this treasure thoroughly, and then everything will be as they wish.

The two returned with a full load and activated the one-way teleportation array that had been prepared in advance.

Before stepping into the teleportation array, Horus's tall and majestic body slowly turned, and he took a last look at this world.
"Next time, I will get everything back on track."

He stepped into the teleportation array and made a vow in his heart.

Belia IV, on the ground battlefield.

Duke lowered his head slightly, as if in deep thought. His expression was a little complicated, and he felt both amused and helpless.

When Koz told him about Lorca's plan, he had a strong sense of déjà vu.

Now the virtual world has given him feedback, completely confirming the origin of this sense of déjà vu.

Unexpectedly, Lorca and Horus worked so hard, and their ultimate goal was to enter the virtual world.

They succeeded, and the virtual realm welcomed outsiders for the first time.

Horus successfully reached a deal with the Ultimate Truth, just as the Emperor had reached a deal with the Gods.

They all got the treasure they desired.

However, what is borrowed must be returned, which is the eternal and unchanging law in the universe.

Even if the Lord of Mankind wanted to deny his debt, he would be beaten half-paralyzed and carried to the Golden Throne.

I wonder how Horus will face it when Yuanjing Truth comes to collect the debt.

"Duke, what are you thinking about?" After Koz told him about Luo Jia's plan, he saw that he fell into a long silence, so he couldn't help but ask.

"I was wondering," Dukel replied, "was it the same situation when the gods invested in the emperor? It turns out that all the tragedies in the past ten thousand years are really destined."

Only then did Dukel truly understand why the Emperor had doubted countless times whether what he was doing was right when he created the Primarch, and even wanted to strangle the Primarch in his cradle at one point.

Perhaps it was because the emperor had long understood that in such an unequal transaction, no matter how much he earned, he would have to pay it back with interest in the end.

When something is so powerful that it cannot be changed, it can be called fate.

The moment the Emperor completed the deal, he knew his fate with the Primarch, and he had anticipated all of this.

Just hoping for luck.

"What?" Koz didn't understand and asked again.

"Nothing." Duke raised his head and came out of his contemplative state. His eyes sparkled with brilliance.
"Whatever Horus's ultimate plan is, I will defeat him. His defeat is inevitable, and my victory is a matter of course."

Koz declined to comment.

"Brother, sometimes I envy you. I wish I could be as confident as you." Midnight Ghost said sarcastically, and before Duker cast an angry look at him, he went into the darkness first.

But in fact, Duke didn't care what Coates said.

At this time, he was still guessing what Horus's next plan would be.

The Emperor made a deal with the gods in order to create the Primarch.

And could it be that Horus's transaction in the virtual realm was also for those cloned Primarchs?

Horus knew the truth about the Primarch. He had traveled through time and witnessed how the Emperor combined the creations of the Warp with the Primarch's body.

This is a big project.

It was because the gods invested in this project that the Milky Way has become a paradise for demons to wreak havoc for thousands of years.

But in Duke's opinion, the gods are still too stingy.

It's like four poor buddies pooled together some money to invest in this project.

Dukel's virtual world is an (unlimited) lending company.

Just as Luo Jia said, they got everything.

When Horus reaches a deal with Yuanjing Truth in the virtual world, all resources in the virtual world will be opened to him without reservation.

But it is impossible to blame the gods for being stingy. After all, their energy is entirely accumulated from one soul at a time.

The Dukel virtual realm, on the other hand, completely relies on the womb-like extraction of the subspace.

The Void never produces energy, it is just a carrier of the Subspace.

And there is no need to worry about anyone defaulting on their debts.

The truth of Yuanjing itself is the ultimate (debt collection) weapon in the virtual world.

"My Lord." Efilar landed next to Dukel on his burning wings.

As an administrator in the virtual world with authority second only to Dukel, she also knew everything that had just happened.

She knew what kind of deal Horus had just made, and she also saw clearly the fate that was to come.

"You are so kind." Then, she looked up at the Primarch's face and praised.

Although this was tantamount to playing with Horus, she did not feel there was anything wrong with it.

It was inevitable that Horus was being played around by the gods. Even if Duker didn't do this, the other party would still lose everything.

By being toyed with by Dukel, he can at least be loyal to the empire in a disguised way and have a promising future.

"You are that man's benefactor." The nun quickly sorted out her logic.

Duke nodded with satisfaction. He liked this about Efilal. This nun could always quickly identify who was the good one in a changing situation.

This trait is rare among the ignorant stars today.

"Let's go, my girl, we should go and put an end to this war once and for all." He patted the nun's shoulder and said,

"Soon, my brothers will continue to send these enemies of the empire to our doorstep. We must act more quickly."

"Do your will."

Horus and Lorgar returned to the Spirit of Vengeance.

Then, without any hesitation, he ordered the giant ship to leave the Belia galaxy, not caring at all about the demons he had treated as abandoned pawns.

It was not until he was far away from the chaotic battlefield that his friends reappeared.

The four friends watched Horus speeding away after his defeat in the Belia system.

Like a true friend, she offered him comfort immediately.

"Horus, change is the norm of fate, and our plan will eventually succeed." The blue-robed scholar spoke first.

The warrior followed closely, "A true hero dares to admit his failure, which is not worth being depressed about."

"Even the tiniest life can destroy the greatest country. You have done well enough." As soon as the chubby businessman spoke, the atmosphere in the room became lively.

"There will definitely be more pleasures in the future, and you just have to enjoy them." The Beautiful One licked his lips lightly.

Facing the consolation after failure.

If it were not long ago, Horus might have been moved by this.

After all, he was alone when he woke up and needed encouragement from his friends to motivate him to get out of this uneasy predicament.

But now, he just glanced at them.

"Where did you go just now?" he asked his four friends.

"Horus, we are your friends, not your slaves. Sometimes we also have our own things to deal with." said the scholar.

Horus nodded, without making any comment. He stood up from the throne and walked towards his own cabin, with Lorca standing beside him.

"Wait, my friend." The scholar asked, "You haven't made a plan yet. Perhaps we should go to Moloch, reopen the portal, and seek treasures for your reborn brothers. The treasures obtained from trading with the gods will surely be enough to support the future we envision."

"No." Horus said without turning his head. At this moment, he was full of energy and regained the feeling of being a perfect commander.

"No need to search among the gods, for I have found a better one."

Under the somewhat surprised gazes of his four friends, Horus looked at Lorca who was standing beside him, "You will help me, right?"

"Of course, we are brothers." Luo Jia answered without hesitation.

When they entered the virtual realm, Luo Jia's actual purpose had been achieved.

He could have ignored what happened here, but he still made a promise.

Of course, he did this not for Horus, but because he witnessed the transaction between Horus and the true God in the virtual world.

If all this is what the true God wants, he will definitely do his best.

This time, he wanted the true God to witness his piety.

The two Primarchs strode away, each of them in high spirits.

Only Horus' four friends were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Since when has he become so stubborn that he refuses to listen to us?" The Beautiful One bit her lower lip, revealing a beauty that could eclipse the stars.
"Maybe we should tie our ropes more securely," he murmured, his eyes blurry.

"Distortion is also a part of life." The businessman said cheerfully, like a kind elder looking at his naughty junior, but the smile on his lips was filled with chilling malice.

"Change is a good thing." The scholar shook his head slightly, "Everything is as planned."

The "blood" warrior growled in a low voice.

The war on Belia IV continues.

When Horus left, the demons and fallen warbands lost their command and became even more chaotic.

The ground battlefields all over the world have become a crowded and chaotic mess.

And on this chaotic battlefield, there was an alien mercenary group of the Black Legion, or more accurately, an orc mercenary warband.

These hired warlike green-skinned boys completely let themselves go on the battlefield.

"Waaagh!"

As humans roared and demons screamed, discordant cheers were heard from the corners of the battlefield.

Countless greenskins shouted together, waving the crude weapons they picked up from the battlefield and breaking through the servitor defense line left by the Black Legion.

These green-skinned orcs are alien mercenaries recruited by the Black Legion.

On the journey to Belia IV, the Black Legion's mad scientists became fascinated by these aliens.

After they used coaxing and deception to carry out various transformations and research on the greenskins.

Surprisingly, a war leader was created among this group of greenskins.

Green-skinned orcs with war bosses and those without war bosses are two completely different races.

They were completely out of control, and after being blocked for a while, they were thrown onto the surface of Belia IV by the Black Legion's giant ships.

But these orcs don't care where they are at all.

They screamed with joy on the battlefield, and used various broken parts on the battlefield to build their own chariots and weapons.

At the beginning of the war, the Imperial forces were busy suppressing demonic insurgency and human renegades.

Not much attention was paid to these orcs, allowing them to drive their chariots around.

The Imperial Army seemed to be accustomed to the presence of green-skinned orcs on the battlefield, but this also gave the orcs an opportunity to grow and develop.

The genetic genes of the green orcs are composed of an animal spiral and a plant spiral, which allows them to carry out photosynthesis like plants and walk freely.

And no matter whether it is hair or dandruff, as long as it falls on the ground, it will take root and sprout like seeds.

This miraculous method of reproduction also makes them the most reproductive race in the universe.

In the limited ancient records, orcs and the Eldar have a common origin, and are weapons of war created by the ancient saints.

In order to make the orcs more adaptable to various extreme war environments in the universe, the ancient saints added various extraordinary technologies to their genetic codes.

Giving them the ability to bend the laws of physics.

Green Orcs are pretty dumb most of the time, but that's when they realize they need a smart guy.

Their waaagh energy will create a smart boy for them.

The clever boy can easily master the languages ​​of various races and can be more cunning than humans.

During the Beast Wars, the orcs who went to Terra for negotiations even wore proper suits and spoke High Gothic, just like old Terrans.

He used various negotiation techniques, and at one point scared the twelve High Lords of Terra so much that they almost surrendered to the green-skinned orcs.

The warboss Ironclad has taken Khorne's Daemon Engine.

He cheered as the demon in the demon engine died, leaving only a metal shell.

The Iron Boss thought that the demon engine looked good and ordered his Great Mecha to repair it.

"waaagh!" Iron Armor roared.

His men responded immediately.

They all knew that the upcoming fight would be extraordinary.

Tiejia is preparing to have a good fight with the shrimps, bringing his newly coated red chariot to teach them an unforgettable lesson.

Countless chariots roared deafeningly, rushed past, and raised trails of dust on the battlefield.

The tall and burly boss in armor was wielding a chainsaw.

He kicked a fart spirit that was blocking his way away.

The fart spirit rolled around in the dirty mud like a ball. All the orcs laughed when they saw this scene, and the battlefield was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"What do we do, little ones?"

"Iron Armor Old Man Fights Gang!"

The green guy sitting in the roaring pickup truck shouted.

"We are the most evil, and we are the most powerful."

"Waaagh!"

The greenskins shouted and raised the shotguns in their hands. Each shotgun was hand-modified and equipped with an extra barrel.

However, it was a rare situation that no orc randomly pulled the trigger.

The main reason was that before, when they were on the Black Legion's ship, a stupid guy broke the glass of the spaceship with a gun.

This action made them quickly realize that there was a reason why spacecraft were made into a closed type.

Their previous boss was sucked out and thrown into space.

"Let's go and rob Xiami's base!" the armored boss yelled again.

The weapons and equipment of those shrimps have become more and more cool recently, and Tiejia can no longer suppress the desire to plunder.

(End of this chapter)