Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 297 104, Dukel: How to break the shy door of the Lord of Pleasure
Just as Dak was still in a daze because of the strange feeling in his heart, he saw the golden eyes of the girl in the tree glanced at him.
"What are you still standing there for, soldier? There are enemies of humanity here!"

Huh? The enemy of humanity? This fanged beast?
When Dak heard this, he wanted to laugh. Even the beast in front of him was filled with funny humor at this moment.

Jacques is a garden world carefully created by the Warmaster. Many of the animals and plants here come from biological samples of ancient Terra, and they are all harmless, at least in the eyes of the Astartes Brothers.

It is true that the two-meter-long wild boar with fangs in front of him is already ferocious enough for ordinary people.

But the enemies of humanity in the eyes of the Space Marines are - giant beasts tens of meters in size, unimaginable numbers of space bugs, zombie machines that intend to eliminate all life, maggots in cloaks,
Dak thought of the evil and cruel enemies he had seen before. Even without armor, he could easily kill the wild boar that was still hitting the tree with one punch.

It was an easy victory indeed, if only all enemies of humanity could be defeated so easily.

Dake thought so in his mind.

"Can this also be considered an enemy of humanity?" He raised his head and asked the girl in the tree.

"Of course." The girl climbed down from the tree somewhat clumsily, the light of the stars sprinkled on her soft golden hair, which danced in the breeze like a golden flame that suddenly leaped up. The noble light reflected even made Dak squint his eyes and couldn't look directly at it.

"Anyone who endangers human life is the enemy of humanity. Isn't it the meaning of soldiers' existence to protect the lives and property of the people of the empire?" Dark heard the girl continue to ask him,
"Why are you fighting? To protect your own people? To serve the Emperor? Or..." The girl walked towards Dark with an aggressive momentum.
"You just want to vent the darkness in your heart and let the beast that is loyal to killing go free?"

When Dak heard the girl's continuous questioning, he wanted to refute loudly, but suddenly he recalled the anger that rose in his heart without warning when he was fishing before.

Thinking of the hatred and anger in his heart that even surprised himself, Dark took two steps back guiltily under the girl's questioning.

But he soon realized that as a noble Astartes Brother, the Emperor's angel, why should he be here for no reason and accept the questioning of a young girl?

Just at this moment, he heard the girl's voice again.

"Dark Freyne, the champion who has survived in the Dark City for a hundred years. I thought you were an amazing warrior, but you turned out to be a coward who doesn't even dare to face his inner self."

There was an undisguised disdain in the girl's tone.

Hearing the girl say his name accurately, Dak began to look at her directly - the girl in front of him was obviously well prepared.

Maybe this could be part of the treatment, too. Dark thought of the possibility.

"I haven't thought about what you said." Dak answered honestly, "At present, I look forward to the purpose of war only for my own redemption. I made a big mistake a hundred years ago. My brothers in the chapter died because of me. The torture of the dark Eldar still turns into a nightmare tormenting me. For me now, war is redemption."

Dake said exactly what was on his mind.

His words were somewhat disrespectful. When it came to the war, the first thing that came to his mind was not loyalty to the Emperor, nor the shared ideals of mankind, but his own feelings.

He viewed war as a tool to cleanse his own sins, and such a selfish thought made him lower his head in shame.

Dak thought this would earn the girl's contempt, and he was prepared to be scolded by her.

Unexpectedly, the girl in front of him just smiled and said, "Everyone makes mistakes. It's a great thing that you are still alive today. Dak, have you ever thought that even the emperor who is respected by mankind has made many mistakes."

Dak's head snapped up.

If his previous words were somewhat disrespectful, then the girl's words were completely outrageous.

To dare to speculate about the mistakes of the God-Emperor is to be declared a heretic by the Inquisition and then burned at the stake by the State Church.

Now Dak was certain that the girl in front of him was definitely not sent by a doctor - because no doctor had the courage to do so.

"You!" Dark glared at the girl. He wanted to scold her, but when he really looked into those extremely noble golden eyes, he suddenly lost his courage - as an Astartes monk, he didn't even dare to scold a mortal.

This is also a funny thing, but it just happened naturally.

The anger rising in his heart suddenly stopped, and Dak's face turned red. It took him a while to utter a word.
"If you fail and get frustrated, your emperor's prestige will fall."

This is a sentence from the Emperor's Maxims. Dark chose to use the Emperor's words to refute the girl, which exposed his inner nervousness.

"Don't be so nervous. The Emperor is only human. Do you understand?"

Dak lowered his head and gritted his teeth. His reason was urging him to kill the heretic in front of him with a single punch.

But he didn't want to, or to be more precise, he didn't dare to do so.

He couldn't figure out why the Astartes Brother was nearly two meters and a half tall, while the slender and weak body of the girl in front of him was less than one meter seventy.

Dak had no reason to be afraid of the other party, but in the conversation with the other party, he unconsciously put himself in the position of an inferior. It felt like a naive child meeting a respected elder.

But he had fought among the stars for hundreds of years and had experienced a hundred years of suffering in Comoros, while the girl in front of him looked only about fourteen years old.
Just when Dak was secretly struggling.

He suddenly felt a tremor coming from the ground.

Dak was very familiar with this tremor. When he walked on the earth wearing heavy armor, he also caused the ground to tremble in a similar way.

——It seems that the girl's rebellious words have alarmed the brothers of the legion stationed in this world. Maybe it is the Dark Angel, or something else.
Dak's heart was in suspense again. Although it was the first time he met the girl and their relationship was not pleasant, he still didn't want to let her get hurt.

He thought maybe he could argue for the girl, but the next moment, the thought was replaced by awe.

A tall warrior in golden armor walked out of the woods with the sound of footsteps. The imperial guards, also in golden heavy armor, gathered around him and formed a line between the girl and the warrior.

But at this moment, even the palace guards hardly attracted Dake's attention. His eyes were involuntarily fixed on the golden-armored warrior holding the spear.

Dark had only seen the image on tapestries, murals, and stained glass before, and he recognized the warrior's identity, and his heart was beating wildly in response to the facts before his eyes.

The maximum shock an Astartes Brother could feel caused Dak to stagger and instinctively kneel on one knee.

The one who appeared before him was Rogal Dorn, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists.

A part of Dak's heart was trembling with fear, because the arrival of the Primarch happened when he was having a conversation with the girl that was truly outrageous.

But what he didn't notice was that Dorn's eyes were not looking at him, but were always on the girl.

"My lord, the meeting has begun, Warmaster and..." Dorn said here, looking at Dak who was kneeling on one knee beside him, hiding the name that was about to come out of his mouth.
"There are other guests waiting for you. The Warmaster is getting impatient and is urging me to go with you as soon as possible."

"Okay." The girl nodded. "He is still so impatient. You know, patience is the only virtue of human beings."

"My Lord, it is meaningless for you to say this to me. You should teach him in person."

"Tsk." The girl curled her lips, "I really don't want to communicate with you, you're like a stone that doesn't understand humor."

"My Lord, I believe that honesty is also a virtue of mankind."

"Shut up." The girl and the warrior with spears left with the palace guards.

Until their figures completely disappeared, Dak was still kneeling on the ground, his body still shaking uncontrollably, mostly from excitement, but also from some fear.

Maybe he should be thankful that he didn't really regard the girl as a heretic and punch her.
On the other side, in a spacious conference room.

Dukel sat on the chair. Although his expression was still calm, it was just a hypocritical decoration. In fact, an unknown fire had already been burning in his heart.

There are not many members attending the meeting at this moment.

Except for him and Efilar who was listening in as a secretary, the other three guests were all leaders of the Eldar - the Ark Eldar Great Prophet Edrad, the leader of the Death Army Evelyne, and the Curtain Walker Sinland of the Harlequin Troupe.

This was a secret meeting.

The main content of the meeting was how to snatch the Crone Sword guarded by the Lord of Pleasure from the realm of Slaanesh.

According to legend, Mori Heg, the crone goddess of the Eldar who controls souls and destiny, induced her partner, the god of war Khaine Bloody Hand, to cut off one of her hands in order to seek the wisdom flowing in her veins.

The goddess then drank her own blood and gained the wisdom contained in it. The craftsman god Val obtained the goddess's severed hand and forged the five fingers of the hand bones into five extremely powerful crone swords.

Legend has it that when the Crone Sword is held by a qualified person, it can give the holder the power to control life and death.

Most of the wise men of the Eldar believe that by collecting the five Crone Swords, the Eldar will have the power to defeat Slaanesh.

Evelyne, the apostle of the god of death, is even more convinced that collecting all five crone swords will give her enough power to awaken Jena, the god of death.

Dukel did not believe the legend that the Crone Sword could kill Slaanesh, but he still supported the action of seizing the Crone Sword.

No matter what the final result is, as long as it can cause trauma to the dark powers, there is no reason for him to be absent.

Now, the four Crone Swords - the Sword of Sorrow, Kavir, the Sword of Silent Screech, Asu'val, the Sword of Soul, Veliszar, and the Spear of Twilight - have all been gathered by Evelyne, the leader of the Death Army.

As long as he could snatch the last crone's sword, Dukel estimated that this operation would at least give him the chance to severely damage the Lord of Pleasure.

Being able to severely damage a powerful dark force, the importance of this matter ranks among the top among many matters in the empire today.

In order to ensure the safety of this operation, and coinciding with the success of the Webway cleansing plan, the Emperor's condition has improved temporarily.

Dukel simply brought the incarnation of the Emperor to attend this secret meeting.

Even the world where the meeting was held was carefully selected by him, and he finally chose Jacques, a garden world that had never been polluted by chaos, as the venue for the secret meeting.

Everything was prepared very carefully, but something unexpected happened -

Just after walking out of the teleportation array, the Emperor was lost——

Dukel was already quite dissatisfied with the Emperor's transformation into a little girl, and he suspected that the previous war in the spiritual realm had awakened some special hobby in Old Deng.

Now, on the eve of an important meeting, the great Lord of Humanity simply can’t find anyone.

Thinking of this, Duker clenched his fists involuntarily.

But now that the meeting has begun, it is not convenient for him to look for the Emperor himself, so he asks Dorn to lead the Royal Guards to search carefully and find the Emperor's female incarnation as soon as possible.

"Warmaster." At this time, the Veil Walker Sinland asked him, "How can we hide from His ears and eyes, especially the demons, these warp entities are almost one."

Hearing this question, Evelyne of the Death Army and the Great Prophet Edrad also looked over.

Even though the God of Laughter Xilego will also participate in this operation, they still don't have the confidence that they can sneak out the Crone's Sword without telling the Lord of Joy.

"Hide? Why do you want to hide?" Duke asked, "Do you want to take the sword out of a piece of stone without holes? The stone has no holes, so the only way is to break it. First break its body, then crush its soul!"

Dukel made no effort to conceal his will to fight, and just from his words, the elves seemed to have seen the flames of war burning everywhere and the wailing of countless souls.

"But." The Great Prophet Edrad said bitterly, "It is so difficult to rob. The great deeds you have done in the Heaven of the God of Plague have already alerted the dark powers. It is difficult for us to force our way into His Heaven again."

"That's right." Evelyne of the Death Army echoed, "The last success was that the Imperial Regent was taken into the Kingdom of Heaven by Mortarion. Are we going to sacrifice the Regent again? However, with the previous precedent, I'm afraid no Chaos believers will bring the Primarch back to their domain again."

"Evelene, this may not be impossible. It just requires a little more thinking." Curtain Walker Xinland explained on behalf of Duke after hearing their words.

Evelyne and Edrad looked at each other and were about to express their doubts again.

But he was interrupted by Dukel's wave of his hand, "No need to bother, Slaanesh's domain will not refuse you and the imperial soldiers from entering. In the eyes of the arrogant gods, no matter how many mortals there are, they are just delicious cakes. You just need to enter openly.

And I will break open the door to His kingdom of heaven and become the uninvited evil guest. "

"But Lord Warmaster, this is almost impossible," said the Great Prophet Aedral.

The more he understood the Chaos Gods, the more he despaired of their existence. It was not that he looked down on Dukel. If he really thought so, the proud Eldar would not have come to seek help from the Empire.

He acknowledged Dukel's power, especially at this moment, when they were sitting opposite each other. In his spiritual vision, the power of the demigod in front of him was even more intuitive.

But even so, breaking through the realm of the gods is still a pipe dream.

Duke smiled but said nothing. This time he did not rush to answer.

Just a few seconds later, the door of the conference room was opened again.

Several Eldar leaders looked over at the first moment. They saw Dorn, and also saw the girl beside the Primarch Dorn.

Evelyne and Sinland were still confused. They couldn't understand why a human girl was brought to such an important meeting.

As one of the most powerful psychics of the Eldar, the Great Prophet Edrad knelt before they asked any questions.

In Edrad's spiritual vision, the moment the girl entered the conference room, everything there was simultaneously ignited with golden flames.

The golden flames burned fiercely, but he could not feel any temperature. He was not burned by the flames, but felt a biting cold.

"Eldar Prophet Edrad, I, a humble man, send you my highest regards and praise you, the great Lord of Mankind, the Eternal Emperor on the Golden Throne."

He prostrated himself on the ground and presented the highest courtesy of the Eldar to the blonde girl.

Dukel smiled and said, "Now, let's officially start our meeting. The content of the meeting is - how to break the door of the Lord of Pleasure's shyness."

(End of this chapter)