Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 273 80, Restarting the Imperial Webway

Since the start of the Second Great Crusade of Humanity, the Empire has been victorious. The unstoppable Imperial Army has penetrated deep into the Eye of Terror and used its swords to fight against the evil things in the Warp. The battle line of Humanity has been steadily expanding. This time, Humanity has finally escaped the fate of being oppressed by Chaos for thousands of years and has become a true invader and perpetrator.

With the establishment of the battle line, the loyalist legion has completely established a foothold in the Eye of Terror, and the passage between the Empire and the Dark Side is firmly controlled by humans. With the opening of the passage, the established expeditionary auxiliary corps was split up, and they carried out their mission to shuttle between the Empire and the Dark Side through this passage, and lend a helping hand to the lost worlds of the Dark Ages.

More citizens of the Empire received the gift of survival, and heroic statues of Warmaster Dukel rose from the ground in millions of worlds of the Empire. This was not the order of anyone, but the spontaneous praise of the Warmaster for his great achievements by all the people.

The dark intentions of the Traitors and the Fallen Sons have been completely crushed, and now all places of war in the galaxy are under the majesty of the Warmaster.

Countless citizens of the empire had tears in their eyes, no matter they were soldiers, officials, craftsmen, or cleaners at the bottom of the lower nest, the blood in everyone's heart was ignited. Perhaps today, the warmaster's expedition has not yet truly benefited them.

But in their hearts, they have already gained something more precious - hope.

Hope is the dawn of mankind's golden age. It is also the greatest fortune to be able to return to the throne with hope in one's heart.

No matter who you are, whether you are a legendary hero or a citizen of the Far East, you must never forget to regain the golden dream that our people once had broken.

Long live the Emperor, long live the Warmaster!
The above is Anna, a special agent reporter for Terra Newspaper.

Dukel put the newspaper in his hand on the desk.

Compared with other Primarchs, Dukel pays more attention to the influence of public opinion. This is not because he is more far-sighted, but because with the promotion of the virtual communication system, the millions of worlds of the empire will be more closely united.

In the empire's past internal wars, most betrayals came from lack of information.

Many times, soldiers and citizens of the empire picked up their guns and joined the battle without knowing why. They did not intend to betray, but they just did not know who their enemies were.

Ten thousand years ago, there were many worlds that did not recognize the Emperor but only recognized the Warmaster Horus.

After this technological innovation, public opinion has become a more cost-effective tool.

The information disseminated in the newspapers, except for a little inflammatory words, is mostly close to the truth.

The empire is gradually moving towards a better state with the victory of the expedition.

The battle line has stabilized, many worlds have been rescued, and the fog of darkness seems to be being lifted little by little.

The forbidden knowledge of the Martian Cult has been freed, and the powerful ships and cannons of mankind have shown superior performance in the battle with the enemy. Now the Warmaster has an endless army under his command, with strong soldiers and horses, and many outstanding people, and many things no longer need to be done by the Warmaster himself.

On the surface, it seemed that Dukel, the Imperial Warmaster, could rest for a while - until Horus brought his enemy to him again.

But Dukel seemed to be destined to be a hard worker.

He did not enjoy this hard-earned free time, but returned to Terra without stopping and continued to work for the Empire.

"Your Excellency." The voice of a mechanical priest in the Primarch's office brought his thoughts back to reality.

In this office, many of the empire's top engineers and technology priests gathered together. They looked up at Dukel, who was sitting behind his desk in deep thought.

Duquer glanced at the priest.
"Let us begin our plan, gentlemen, for the Empire."

With his words, everyone shifted from static to action.

Their destination this time is the throne hall, the core area of ​​the Terra Palace City.

When the warmaster's tall figure arrived here, leading a group of frail scholars, the imperial guards immediately became solemn, and they dispersed to guard the throne.

But this vigilance is not directed at Duke or the scholars, but at what they are going to do next.

Waldo looked at Dukel, his eyes full of complexity.

The war commander appointed by His Majesty himself is causing trouble again.

Every time he saw Duker, he felt nervous, and after so many times, he even had a stress reaction.

But he had no choice, and he couldn't refuse.

Because every time Dukel came to the Golden Throne, it was to liberate the Eternal Emperor from this miserable throne.

Thousands of robot servants came and went, and began their intensive work.

Terrible energy was gathering, and a magnificent arch deep in the throne room began to glow.

The mechanical priests and engineers operated the instruments to the best of their ability, and they walked quickly around the control consoles.

And what they are facing now is the Emperor's ultimate dream, the Imperial Webway.

The servants began the final steps of opening the Webway gate in an orderly manner.

The indicator lights came on one after another, and the light between the gaps in the huge arch became increasingly dazzling.

At this moment, the Doom Soldier raised their double-barreled shotguns, and the political commissar of the Mortal Auxiliary Army blew the whistle.

The nuns also began to check their equipment to make sure everything was in place.

Dukel stood at the front, the sword in his hand covered in flames and burning fiercely.

Behind this webway archway lies a wave of demons of unimaginable numbers.

Their number is endless, and they could easily fill the entire Terra.

Their existence made the Emperor feel uneasy, and even Dukel did not dare to act rashly against the demons in the Webway.

If there is even the slightest mistake, the entire Terra will face true doomsday.

Therefore, it was not until Dukel launched the Second Great Crusade and dealt a heavy blow to Chaos that he made full preparations to open this door.

Now, he will cleanse the Webway of daemons and free the energies that the Emperor has been held captive in.

Machine after machine emitted a deafening roar, and the terrifying energy gushing out dyed the void into halos of various colors.

These machines, born out of the Emperor's great ideas, have been covered in dust for thousands of years and finally have the moment to see the light of day again.

Dukel stared at the huge archway that seemed real and illusory, his eyes seeming to see through everything behind the door.

"Your Highness, everything is ready." Martian Casting General Gris presided over the process personally. When everything was flawless, he asked Duker for instructions.

Dukel raised the sword in his hand high, and the blood-soaked cloak behind him fluttered.

"Gentlemen, take up the sword for loyalty, shed blood for the living, for our shattered dreams, for the eternal hatred of mankind!"

"If you do not know what you are fighting for, let me tell you! In the future I write, the stars are in my grasp and the galaxy is united. My dreams will come true, and your fantasies will be realized under my blade."

"Whether it is the stars that shine with our glory or the shadows that are not as bright as ours, our enemies will fear our name. No one will stand before us!"

Along with Dukel's roar, a rumbling thunder sounded.

All the machines burst out with terrible energy in an instant, breaking through the barrier between reality and illusion in an instant.

A colorful entrance appeared in front of everyone.

An incredible passage appeared in front of everyone.

The Webway was once built by the Emperor to exploit millions of stars for the future of mankind, but now it is crowded with demons and strange creatures that cannot be described in words.

It was once mankind’s road of hope, it was once mankind’s path to salvation, it was once the Emperor’s most glorious ideal.

Now it is opened again.

The moment the seal was broken, crazy howling and incessant whispering followed.

Countless demons screamed with excitement, waving their claws and flapping their wings, one after another. These inhuman creatures gathered into a huge wave, which could engulf the entire Terra in an instant if left unchecked.

"For the Emperor, for the Warmaster!"

"charge!"

The loyalists roared, just like in every war in the past. The blood flowed like a sea in the webway, just like a replay of a thousand years ago.

However, what echoed here ten thousand years ago was the desperate and unwilling roar of mankind, but now it is the bell announcing the death of the enemy.

Dukel stepped forward, facing the most terrible wave of the Demon Tide.

His back was majestic and as the soldiers followed his footsteps, they all felt an indescribable courage and emotion in their hearts.

The loyal knights also formed a line and charged.

"In the name of the Warmaster, the Lords of the Stormlands pledge their loyalty to you!"

The knights roared. They were the latest generation of improved knight mechas. Dense nerve bundles connected the knight pilots' bodies and received nerve signals from each unit.

The moment the knights are activated, they become one with the war machine.

The huge thrusters accelerated the body of the knight mecha to an incredible level.

Wherever they passed, countless demons were quickly cleared out, leaving only corpses scattered all over the ground.

The Doom Slayer also began to charge, his double-barreled shotgun like a giant cannon spewing red flames, extremely ferocious.

No one knows how to kill demons better than them, and no one enjoys fighting demons more than them.

Countless demons were engulfed in flames in an instant. The Doom Slayer smashed their heads, broke their spines, and even their warp essence was devoured.

The blood-red blade left conspicuous traces in the pale mist of the web.

The roaring bullets from the human warriors dealt a heavy blow to the demons, and countless demons were beaten to pieces.

The dusty entrance to the Webway opened once again, but what they welcomed were not souls rushing into Terra to enjoy the weeping of innocents.

But it is completely heading towards the ultimate nothingness.

The angry roar of mankind turned into a nameless fire, and the wave of demons receded.

Accompanied by the dancing of the long sword and the roar of the bombs.

The blasphemers fell one after another, and their broken limbs were scattered all over the webway.

Humans used sharp weapons to tear apart the ugly flesh of the demons, and the corrosive blood dripped like rain in the air.

The gray fog of blasphemy was dispelled.

The roar of human soldiers echoed in the webway.

For ten thousand years, in this dark and ruined place filled with corpses and evil dreams, demons have been wandering here all day long.

They longed for the moment when the final seal would be broken, so that they could invade the heart of the human empire through the portal of the Webway and rush into Terra, a land filled with delicious delicacies.

Taste the flesh and blood of weak humans, lick their cowardly souls, and finally devour them in their despair.

How beautiful, how wonderful.

Let fear and death become the inevitable fate of mankind.

The man had already fallen half dead on the golden throne, and no one could stop them.

But when the seal was released, what awaited them was not a hearty slaughter, but revenge mixed with roaring anger.

Can a hatred that lasts for eternity still be avenged?
Countless humans rushed towards them, wielding weapons.

Nothing can stop humans, they are unstoppable and unstoppable.

When their wills come together, they are powerful enough to break mountains and rocks, and are invincible.

Those demons who try to break through the direction of humanity and set foot into the territory of the empire will only be met with the most merciless destruction.

The largest and strongest blood-colored beast, shouting the name of the Blood God, grasped the ground with its strong limbs and rushed over at the speed of the wind.

He used the sharp claws in his hands to try to scratch the fragile human flesh.

But when he was halfway through the run, he felt something was wrong, and his upper body had lost contact with his lower body.

Dukel's tall body passed by it without even looking at it a second time until its life was gone.

The huge body was cut in half without any hindrance by the bloody sharp blade.

Its companions roared and tried to kill the giant that attacked it, but it was all in vain.

The Warmaster's sword pierced their bodies in an instant, and when the blade left, their blood had gathered into streams.

The great power of energy absorption and transformation, the highest truth of the universe, extracted the essence of the demons from the inside out in just a moment, and before their bodies were destroyed, they had already fallen silent.

A reanimated corpse, hunched and swollen, carrying the deadly bacteria that killed itself, rushed towards the human line at a speed beyond the laws of physics.

Regardless of whether its attack is successful or not, these deadly germs will spread without restraint and infect humans who are ignorant of the consequences.

A foul smell gushed out, and even from several meters away one could see the maggots wriggling in his body.

But the next second, the red pillar of fire completely engulfed it like a living fire dragon.

In the raging fire, every germ was wailing. The pain lasted only for a short time, and the next second they all became a tiny, harmless wisp of smoke in this war.

An armored and armed Doom Slayer walked over the ashes of its corpse.

The iron boots trampled the ground, crushing the demon's remnants underfoot.

Human firepower is so fierce that a demon will often encounter firepower attacks that far exceed its endurance limit.

And human armies continue to enter the Webway.

The Catachan Destroyer Corps was still on its way, but Mabo, armed with a Destroyer mech, had already appeared on the battlefield.

He rushed forward into the tide of demons, reaping them wantonly.

"AAAAAAAA!——" Ma Bo was not silent, but his roar could only be heard by the strong.

Devona, former Catachan commando captain and current commander of the Destroyer One Corps, stood helplessly beside him as the Destroyer armor's mechanical arm ejected a sword, blood and flesh splattered, and broken limbs were scattered all over the ground.

The demon's scream is so pale and powerless compared to the human's roar.

Those demons who managed to escape the first wave of attacks did not get any chance to breathe.

The charge of the Loyalist Legion engulfed them like a wave.

Tear their ugly bodies into pieces, pull out their long tongues covered with spikes, and dig out their cloudy eyeballs.

Then they trampled it to pieces, leaving only rotten flesh on the ground.

(End of this chapter)