Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 290 97, Duke: He is not here
"Brother, I am tired of your weakness. It is time to end this boring fight."

Curze let out a hoarse low laugh and opened his arms. The darkness as thick as the night dispersed the only remaining light in the passage.

Dorn looked around. Even with the Primarch's vision, he couldn't see clearly more than a few meters in the darkness.

He held his spear horizontally, cautiously guarding against any possible attack in the darkness.

He didn't know what evil tricks Coze was playing, but it was definitely not a good thing.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. He immediately turned around and saw a hunched figure hurriedly walking in the darkness, but when he wanted to chase after him, there was nothing there.

"What are you looking at, brother?" the Night Lord whispered in his left ear, and Dorn immediately swept his spear out, but missed anything.

And when he looked in the direction of the sound, Dorn's eyes suddenly widened and he began to tremble violently.

What appeared before his eyes was a road covered with blood. The emperor in golden armor was lying in the middle of the road, covered in blood. The flesh and blood of his brothers were piled beside the emperor. The bodies of the noble imperial guards were overlapped, and the roar of the warriors before their death rang in his ears.

There was blood and corpses everywhere.

Dorne's lips couldn't help but tremble, this was the scene he least wanted to recall - that was the last scene of his biological father before he was helped to ascend the Golden Throne by his own hands.

"Rogal Dorn, this is all your fault!" The warrior with blood all over his face was pierced through the chest by the hideous demon sword. The warrior pointed his trembling fingers at Dorn, the demigod, and accused him.

"You failed to protect the Emperor. You betrayed His Majesty's trust in you. All the blame lies with you. All the tragedies are caused by you. Dorne, look around you clearly and think carefully about your sins. You are not worthy of being his son!"

As the warriors complained, corpses began to rise from the ground one by one. Some of them had been burned by flames, some had their skin peeled off by demons, and some had half their heads chopped off by sharp blades. They dragged their long-dead bodies and accused Dorne with vicious words.

These curses and accusations gathered into a torrent that almost drowned Dorne.

The spear in Dorne's hand fell down, but he did not escape at all. Instead, he endured the accusations and curses like a silent reef.

Dorn and Guilliman are often considered the two most rigid and unreasonable Primarchs in the Imperium of Man.

But in fact, they are all very emotional.

Don is not good at expressing his emotions, but he stubbornly hides everything deep in his heart.

Once upon a time, the Emperor had wiped out all the information about the two Primarchs, No. 2 and No. 11, and their legions.

When all the Primarchs found that they could not shake the Emperor's will after fighting, they chose to give up.

Only Dorne persisted to the end. His stubbornness caused headaches to the then Prime Minister Malcador, who finally had to compromise and return the memory of Number Two to Dorne.

After learning everything, Dorn finally gave up and asked Malcador to erase his memory again.

After the end of the Great Rebellion, Dorne still did not show any fragile emotions.

But in reality, his heart was almost crushed by the huge sense of guilt.

Dorn stubbornly blamed himself for all the tragedies, including the fall of the Emperor and the loss of Terra.

He took the initiative to lead the Imperial Fists in the Atonement Crusade against Imperial traitors.

He uses a device called the "Grip of Pain" to create an illusion of severe pain to remind himself that he and his legion must be redeemed, and the only path to redemption is pain and self-sacrifice.

In the eyes of other Primarchs at the time, his actions were completely unnecessary.

Because in the Siege of Terra, Dorn and his Imperial Fists did well enough.

But no matter how others advised him, Dorne, with great sorrow in his heart, still decided to fight for redemption for himself and his descendants.

Now, the scene that Dorne was most reluctant to face ten thousand years ago reappeared. The dead warriors, one by one, either cried or cursed viciously, pointing their words at him.

Even after ten thousand years, Don's eyes still unconsciously overflowed with sadness, and then he sighed deeply.

"Koz, is this your trick? Ten thousand years have passed. I can frankly admit that these are the embodiment of the weaknesses I need to overcome. They are my own doubts, my own fears, and my own despair. But so what? Maybe I can't hold on to every battlefield, but I can hold on to the battlefield in my heart. And the enemies in my heart will disappear along with their illusions."

When Dorn finished speaking, the blood-spattered road gradually faded, and the bodies of the resurrected warriors gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared completely from the spot.

"I stick to my heart and bear all the suffering calmly." Dorn looked in a direction in the darkness. Although his eyes could not distinguish the darkness, he was sure that Koze was hiding there.

"What about you, Curze? Is your festering heart still suffering? Are you like a coward, drifting with the tide of fate?"

The tip of Dorn's spear emitted ripples of vibration, and as the spear danced, it left an obvious mark in the void.

The darkness was shattered by the ripples, and a faint light shone in, making his golden armor shine.

The power armor that Dorn wore was a "golden armor" made of golden adamantium alloy. The Emperor's own armor was also made of the same material. And in his hand, he held a divine weapon called the "Spear of the Soul".

Soul Spear had fought alongside Dorn countless times, winning victory after victory.

After Dorn's disappearance, the Imperial Fists were split up, with the Spear of Souls being given to the Soul Drinkers Chapter.

This chapter, like the Lamenters, has a very tortuous history.

But in the heat of the moment, their tragedy pales in importance.

Dorn wielded the Spear of Soul in his hand, tapping into the potential within this artifact.

He launched a more fierce attack on Curze, wielding the Spear of Soul and leaving tears in the void.

The spear was swung in a circle and struck down over Curze's head, the sharp blade reflecting an uncomfortable halo.

Koz walked forward silently, his majestic body carrying the terrifying night, making him look like a monarch who ruled the night.

The moment the claws and spear collided, colorful sparks flew out.

The surging air waves rolled up smoke and dust and stirred up strong winds. The underground passage of the palace where they were located could no longer withstand the aftermath of the fight between the two demigods and began to shatter bit by bit.

The floors and walls, built by the greatest craftsmen in the galaxy using treasures gathered from the stars, were now crushed to dust in the churning wind.

The entire passage has reached the brink of collapse.

But suddenly, without any warning, a red flame rose in the black curtain of the Lord of the Night.

These flames flowed out from the cracks in the walls and bricks, like blood stains flowing from the scars of the Terran Palace.

These flames illuminated the battlefield between the two, causing the figures of the two Primarchs to flicker in the firelight.

Afterwards, a scene that completely violated the laws of physics and seemed like a miracle appeared in the eyes of the two Primarchs. In the burning flames, the cracks in the walls and bricks were not only not burned, but were quickly repaired as if time had gone back.

Just like the rewind button was pressed, the broken stone powder flowed back into the cracks, healing the huge scars on the wall. In just a few seconds, everything was back to new.

The palace passage that was on the verge of collapse was restored to its original appearance.

Only the slowly burning red flames that still remained on the ground proved that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Dorn watched the scene blankly, not knowing what was going on. When Koz saw the flames, his eyes trembled slightly, and then he turned around and left, completely disappearing into the darkness of the night.

Dorn stared at his leaving figure, and for some reason he felt that the other person's figure was a little flustered.

This made him a little confused, but this confusion did not hinder his actions, and he immediately chased after him.

As it turned out, catching the Lord of Night in the darkness was a fantasy, and Dorn soon lost sight of his target completely.

"Cough cough." When the battle was over and his tense nerves relaxed, Dorn coughed twice.

The fierce battle just now made him a little uncomfortable.

Ten thousand years passed, his strength improved, and so did Curze.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was still slightly inferior to Koz in the battle.

But this does not mean that he will be defeated. Dorn believes that as long as he continues to fight, he will find an opportunity to turn the disadvantage around and defeat the opponent.

Although somewhat unwilling, defeating Coze is not the most important thing at the moment.

Dorne returned to the secret passage under the palace again, and he quietly entered the palace through the secret passage.

Terra's defense system was designed and built by him personally.

He was even involved in the design of the entire Terra Palace.

Those secret defenses are still in use even today.

Dorn's familiarity with the palace allowed him to meet the Emperor quietly.

To be honest, Dorn was somewhat dissatisfied with the current defense of the Terra Palace.

His fight with Koze caused such a big noise, but no guards came to investigate.

He couldn't imagine how lax the palace guards had become ten thousand years later.

And those red flames
Dorn could not understand what it was, or why it had the power to reverse the laws of physics, but as long as he met the Emperor, everything would be answered.

Dorn was running in a secret passage, which was known only to a few people, and those people had long since passed away.

The only ones left alive are Dorn and the Emperor, imprisoned on the Golden Throne.

The reason why Dorn had to meet the Emperor in secret was because he had to confirm something with the Emperor.

Through the subtle connection between him and the Emperor, Dorn learned that the Emperor had resurrected. He wanted to reveal his identity to meet the Emperor and confirm his condition, but he was hesitant.

He was worried that his actions would disrupt the plans between the Emperor and Dukel.

But he was eager to know the truth, so he chose to sneak in quietly.

Unfortunately, this careful plan was disrupted by the sudden intrusion of Koz.

But fortunately, despite some twists and turns in the process, it did not affect his meeting with the emperor.

And the appearance of Curze made Dorn alert. He was worried that the Midnight Haunter wanted to do something to the Emperor, so he had to rush to the Emperor as soon as possible and provide protection in advance.

Dorn was running in the secret passage, but when he just walked out of the secret passage, the scene in front of him made his eyes freeze.

Between the door of the secret passage and the passage to the throne room stood a general wearing golden-red power armor, with a cloak billowing like a blood-red ocean. The man was so tall and majestic that he was a giant even compared to Dorne.

The man stood in the middle of the passage like a wall, as if he had been waiting for him here for a long time.

The giant turned around, his eyes bright, and the air around him seemed to be agitated at this moment, expressing his emotions on his behalf.

"Don, long time no see."

"Duke, I heard about you, but I still can't believe that you really came back. It's been a long time since we last met, but it seems like yesterday."

Dorne, wearing golden armor, after seeing the man's face clearly, he, who had always been frugal with words, no longer spared his words.

"How was it? Was it a pleasant reunion with Koz?" Duker's lips curled up into a smile.

He was in control of everything and was aware of the two Primarchs' presence the moment they entered the Terran Palace.

It was also because of his order that the Imperial Guards delayed in dispatching, allowing the two Primarchs to make trouble in the basement of the palace.

Dorn remained silent. He did not expect that his actions, which he thought were covert, were actually exposed to the other party.

Then, he spoke slowly.

"Duke, are you here to stop me?"

"No." Dukel shook his head slowly. "I can understand your doubts, and I can guess the purpose of your secret visit."

"I just want to inform you in advance - he is not here." Duker continued, "To be more precise, his spirit is not in this palace now."

Dorn was stunned.

Then he understood what Dukel meant. Ten thousand years ago, the Emperor had wandered in the galaxy many times.

"Where did he go?" Dorn asked.

"Who knows?" Duke shrugged, and then set his sights on the deep and dark secret passage.

"And you, you always seem to have nothing to do? Maybe I can find you something to do."

Dorn showed a hint of surprise. He didn't understand why Dukel was talking to the air.

But he reacted the next second and his expression turned a little ugly.

——He was followed by Koz all the way, but he didn't notice anything.

"You were able to find me."

A black figure walked out of the darkness.

Pale face, long, smooth black hair, bloodless lips as if cut by a knife.

A pair of eyes are completely black, with the pupil and iris fused into one, forming an inseparable black circle.

Midnight Haunter, the embodiment of imperial fear, Conrad Curze.

"What do you want me to do again?" But the tone of the Lord of the Night was filled with helplessness at this moment.

(End of this chapter)