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Chapter 268:75, Magnus: I Found Another Fulgrim

Efilar and Asmodai accepted the seemingly severe punishment. No matter how others viewed this matter, at this moment, the two of them not only did not feel frustrated about being punished, but instead felt a huge sense of surprise in their hearts.

There is no need to say much about the pursuit of a saint.

Now she has a hundred years to serve the warlord day and night. This is not a punishment for her. To be able to get such a result, she would be happy even if she was torn to pieces, let alone deprived of the right to command soldiers.

And for Asmodai, no matter what the outcome of this war is, what will be waiting for him when he returns to the Dark Angels?

Although Asmodai has gradually understood the Lion King's thoughts in the desperate situation of war, the gap between him and the lion has not yet been eliminated.

Within the Dark Angels, although Asmodai still retains all his positions, he is idled by the Lion.

Until the Lion King truly remembers him, he will be hidden in the most secret corner, and this time may be forever.

Now, the Warmaster has dismissed him from all his duties in his original legion, which has deprived him of his honors but also taken him out of the sealed attic.

Compared to those insignificant false reputations, what Asmodai most hopes for is to listen to the cries of betrayers and devote himself to the cause he loves most.

Asmodai looked at Efilar beside him and found that the saint's face was filled with joy that could not be concealed.

Only then did he realize that, just as the saint had said before the war, this war had been under the control of the warmaster from the very beginning.

Precisely because everything was tacitly approved by the Warmaster, even if they failed, Dukel would reward them by punishing them.

This seemingly harsh punishment actually gave them what they truly dreamed of.

And the Warmaster's intentions go far beyond this - Asmodai observed the expressions of everyone present and found that those who truly hold power in the galaxy all had complicated expressions at this moment.

Their expressions varied, but without exception they were all reflecting on themselves.

Just from their expressions, Asmodai could judge what kind of uproar would be caused within the empire when today's trial was truly made public.

From Asmodai's perspective, he could not understand the Warmaster's real purpose.

But when he looked up at the Primarch on the throne, he could see his calm smile.

From this incident, he got a glimpse of the Imperial Warmaster's skills. Although it was only the tip of the iceberg, it convinced him.

But this seems to be natural. Only such a great commander can reunite the vast Galactic Empire into an unstoppable force.

Anna, a reporter for the Empire Newspaper, has countless ideas in her mind, and articles are brewing in her heart.

If time had allowed, she would probably have found it difficult to suppress her desire to write and would have published these articles immediately.

The trial ended quickly, but the meeting is still going on.

In this meeting room where all the heroes of the empire gathered, the trial of the saint and the chief interrogator seemed to be just a trivial episode.

There are too many things that need to worry those present. Every discussion in this meeting may affect the rise and fall of several or even thousands of worlds.

As a recorder, Anna had no right to participate in the meeting and could only listen quietly.

When another topic was concluded, a short break came into the meeting room.

Anna raised her right hand at this time.

After the Warmaster nodded slightly, indicating that she could speak, the Imperial reporter asked the question that she had been holding in her heart.

"My Lord, may I ask what the strategic goal of the next phase of this expedition is?"

"That's exactly what I'm going to say, of course," Duker continued.

"It is undeniable that we have achieved victory in the second phase of the Dark Crusade. The process was so smooth that it is unbelievable to me. This is a victory worthy of pride, but we cannot take it lightly. Our enemies have existed for countless years. It would be foolish to underestimate them for this reason."

"War is always irrational. No matter how much preparation we make, the fuse of a war always comes so suddenly. Do you remember what the original purpose of Efilar's action was? It was to suppress the rebellion of the Supreme King. Now the situation within the empire is still not optimistic. Rebellious thoughts and cultists are still active in the vast territory of the empire. These are problems that need to be solved urgently."

War leaders including Captain Neil of the Weepers, Admiral Siber of the Imperial Navy, and Supreme Knight King Hake were all sitting in this huge conference room.

Tens of thousands of military leaders sat in this conference room.

Sitting on the throne in the center of the conference room, Duker was talking.

Bright lights shine down from the dome, and the intensity of the light is just right, making people feel comfortable while being able to see everything clearly.

Aircraft equipped with anti-gravity engines made a buzzing sound among the crowd.

The angel of wisdom, made of brass and bones, waved its metal wings, and its pair of electronic eyes that observed everyone kept flashing red light.

But the audience was not limited to them. In the deep shadows, Primarch Curze was also silently watching Dukel on the throne.

Even on this day of great victory, he had no intention of coming out of the shadows.

The two Night Kings seemed to have the same awkwardness in treating their offspring. They would rather embrace the shadow than return to the Empire and lead their legions again.

With the help of dark shadows, Curze can easily hide anywhere and no one can detect him.

Except for Dukel, the other party's ambiguous eyes made Koz understand that his brother had already noticed his arrival.

But Koze still has no plans to show up. After experiencing death and rebirth, he is now not too interested in participating in the development of the empire.

He came here with only one purpose, which was to be curious about how Dukel would gradually turn the declining empire back to a less dark track.

He was just a listener.

Dukel's voice continued to ring out,
"The Empire made demands on citizens across the galaxy, asking them to dedicate themselves to the Empire for generations. Their clothes were soaked with blood and tears. They sent their sons and husbands to fight for the Empire for the rest of their lives."

"But the Empire failed to fulfill its obligation to protect them. After the Great Rift opened, Chaos and countless alien species constantly threatened the safety of the people of the Empire. Countless worlds were shrouded in the shadow of darkness. If the glory of the Empire can only be bathed in a few people, then such an empire is undoubtedly a failure."

"The second phase of the Indomitable Crusade has ended. We have completely opened the bridge between the Empire and the Dark Side, and expanded the human front to the interior of the Eye of Terror."

"Now, it's time to move on to the third phase. Except for the main army that will be sent on the expedition to Chaos, all other supporting armies will be split up. While maintaining the Chaos front, a portion of the force will be dispersed to travel across the Great Rift, between the Empire and the Dark Side, to suppress those forces that threaten the stability of the Empire's borders."

"Whether it's aliens, rebels, even insignificant interstellar pirates, or mindless beasts, any enemy that threatens the safety of the people is within this range."

Anna picked up the pen and wrote down the words word by word. She wanted to record this precious first-hand scene.

"Gentlemen, although the minions of Chaos have temporarily gone dormant, the war continues. The number of our enemies is simply unimaginable. But we cannot continue the expedition by squeezing the last drop of blood from the people."

"Now, it is time for us to fulfill our duty as guardians, protect the safety of the people, and increase their confidence in the empire. I hope that in the near future, no more citizens of the empire will be desperate and turn to the arms of cultists, causing the fall of the entire world. I hope you can go among those suffering mortals, listen to their voices, and understand their pain and happiness." "The people are the cornerstone of the empire. It is they who sacrifice their meager flesh and blood to redeem the continuation of the empire in this desperate age. It is their sons and husbands who jointly support unimaginable wars time and time again."

Dukel's voice was loud, vibrating with illusory energy and creating ripples in the air. His words went straight to the heart, and everyone's soul was unconsciously moved when listening to his words.

Everyone present was a veteran of many battles. They had seen too many tragedies, and with the accumulation of wars, even the tragic death of an entire family could not cause any ripples in their hearts.

They thought they had long been accustomed to the cruelty of this era, but when those tragic scenes came vividly to their minds, they were shocked to realize that they were not accustomed to it, but just numb.

They can't feel the heartache simply because their hearts are already full of holes.

In their conversation, they recalled the fallen worlds they had witnessed in the past, one after another, the civilians tortured to death by aliens and heretics, their bloody wounds, and the faces of the dead that still showed nostalgia.

Koz watched all this in the dark.

His brows were slightly frowned, and he was not affected by Dukel's words. He knew very well that the empire had more than a million worlds. With such a vast territory and so many enemies, it was almost impossible to make the majority of the people return to peace.

In his opinion, Duke's idea was too idealistic.

But Koz himself did not notice that when Duker talked about judging the criminals and giving justice to the people, a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Of course, the premise is that the ferocious expression on Koz's face, which could scare twenty children to death, can be considered a smile.

Dukel's speech lasted for several hours, during which he put forward one bright idea after another for the future of the empire.

Some ideas are so beautiful that most people think they are too idealistic.

But no one raised any objection. In the human race, there has never been a shortage of people who are willing to devote everything to their ideals.

They could have tried.

What if it succeeds?

Amid the cheers, Dukel stood up from the throne and left the meeting room.

After he left, the empire's military leaders still stayed here. They did not leave in a hurry, but talked with each other for a long time, and then gradually left.

With Dukel here, they were always a little restrained. Only when the Warmaster left first could they speak freely and move around freely.

Admiral Sibo, who was sitting in the corner of the conference room, couldn't help but sigh. He was impressed by the changes in the empire after it had a warmaster - he had been in the army for many years and had never seen such a large-scale gathering of military generals.

If an enemy were to drop a bomb here at this moment, I'm afraid at least 100 billion soldiers would lose their leaders.

The Sister of Heart and the Squad of Doom continue to serve as Dukel's personal guards.

As they walked, they did not dare to relax their eyes for the moment. They were like patients with paranoia, as if a thug would jump out from the corner and stab Duker eight times in the next second.

Their swords are never sheathed so that they can be ready to face any enemy that may pose a threat to Dukel.

After the Primarch left the meeting room, Anna, a reporter from the Imperial newspaper, jogged to catch up with him.

As a recorder, she had to stay by Duke's side to ensure that she got first-hand information.

She will write a biography for this warlord so that future generations can learn from him or try to understand his character. At the same time, it will also allow future scholars to have something to do so that they won't starve to death.

Dukel traveled to a secret location aboard the Inner Fire.

Only those with the authorization of the Warmaster himself can enter this secret base.

Apart from this, no one else is allowed to enter at any time.

Dukel likes the Inner Fire very much, but he has a happy worry, that is, the Glorious Queen is too big.

The complex corridors inside were like a winding maze, with a total journey of tens of kilometers. Sometimes even the Primarch had to take a small shuttle to quickly reach where he wanted to go.

The gate of the secret place was guarded by two Doom Slayers themselves.

Even when they saw Duker himself, they strictly followed the procedures and turned on the scanning function to fully confirm his identity before letting him go.

Two Doom Slayers are the best security system.

Even if the gods' great demons wanted to infiltrate here, they would become food for the Slayer of Destruction.

Anna, a reporter traveling with us, was also allowed in, although nothing here could be made public for the time being.

But in the distant future, when the golden age envisioned by the Warmaster comes true, everything here will also be unsealed.

The Sister of Soul and the Slayer of Doom stood side by side on both sides. Their faces were solemn, and they continued with their duties.

The room was stuffy. As Duker stepped in, a mechanical vibration sounded and the temperature was adjusted to a suitable level.

This circular room has a diameter of approximately two hundred meters, and its walls are made of reinforced materials to ensure that they cannot be breached from the inside.

A metal plate with a grille, laid over the humming well, divides the interior space of the room into two.

The virtual space technology causes the time and space here to become disordered every minute and every second. If someone without permission enters here, they may be torn apart directly.

All the equipment here is independent and does not rely on the energy supply of the warship, so the safety factor is extremely high.

Looking at the specially reinforced wall surface, Anna suddenly had an inexplicable idea - she felt that this place was like a research institute, but more like a prison.

Finally, they reached the deepest part.

"Duke, my brother, you are finally here." A sharp and strange enthusiastic voice sounded from a house.

"You wish I would never show up again." Duker replied unhappily, "Tell me what you found. You summoned me urgently. You'd better be in trouble."

"Of course, brother, look what I found, an Emperor's Child, and... another Fuhrer." The voice responded, accompanied by the hum of machinery, and seemed to be moving around the room, intending to come out and approach Dukel.

Anna stood behind the Primarch, his tall body covering her like a towering wall. She leaned her head out curiously, wanting to see who the owner of the voice was and why he called the Warmaster "brother".

But when she really saw it clearly, her pupils trembled and she quickly covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

It was a huge, red Cyclops head that was almost as big as her upper body, held up by an anti-gravity aircraft.

The head of the Crimson King Magnus.

(End of this chapter)