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Chapter 299 106, Dukel's Military Parade

Three months had passed since Dukel's secret meeting with the Eldar leaders. With the current efficiency of the Empire, the huge army had been assembled in just three months.

The Dark Crusade has achieved a phased victory, but among the stars in the universe, a great victory often does not mean a permanent solution, but a new journey.

Terra, in a secret laboratory.

Inside a huge nutrient tank, a tall man was soaking in nutrient solution, with countless tubes connected to his body.

The indicator lights of dozens of Thinkers were flashing and jumping.

Next to the nutrient tanks stood a dozen scientists in white coats and technical priests in red hoods.

"Praise Ohm Messiah, the new artificial organ did not cause any rejection reaction, and the mind computer implantation was completed."

"The 22nd test is complete. Start awakening the host."

The head scientist looked at the man in the nutrient tank. There was no indifference in his eyes as he looked at the experimental subject. Instead, there was an indescribable enthusiasm, admiration, and awe in his eyes.

That look was like looking at a newborn god.

An artificial god that integrates the crystallization of human wisdom, and is also the most powerful soldier known in the galaxy.

This is a great project that will go down in the history of the empire.

The Second Legion, the first phase of the Doom Slayer upgrade project.

This project was jointly participated by Dukel, the Lord of the Second Legion, as the chief engineer, and 137 scientific and technological elites including Martian General Gris, the Great Sage of Mechanics Kohl, and the Great Sage of Biology Miller.

The first experimental subject to undergo transformation was Doom, Duke's first offspring after his awakening.

This hero, who was born in the Death Korps of Krieg and followed Dukel to conquer the stars, abides by his duties as a soldier and remembers his loyalty to the Empire.

He displayed his courage in the Plague God's Kingdom and defeated the Chaos Warmaster Abaddon. During the time when Dukel was concentrating on research, he walked the worlds on behalf of the Lord of Destruction. To this day, the reputation of the Doom Slayer is known to everyone.

Doom's bravery is evident to all.

But in Duke's opinion, this is still far from enough.

No one in the galaxy could understand what kind of overwhelming expectations the Primarch had hidden in his heart when he gave this name and the name of the Doomsday Slayer to his offspring.

The more you understand Chaos and the demons of the Warp, the more despair you will feel about the current situation of the Human Empire in the galaxy.

In the past, mankind has won victory after victory, but the situation has become increasingly precarious.

When Dukel came to this world, he saw those warriors who were loyal to the Empire and to humanity being killed by the blasphemers.

I have also seen countless times civilians being tortured and killed or used as sacrifices.

The wails of the dead continued to echo in the world where the empire had fallen. Dukel could hear those unwilling voices and those desperate cries so clearly.

To this day, the despair and pain of those poor compatriots before their death are almost engraved into every inch of his flesh and blood.

Chaos continues to mock humanity's incompetence, and no one will come to save us.

Dukel is not a savior, he admits that he is not strong enough to save everyone.

In this case, let him indulge in destruction. He will detonate the anger of mankind that has been suppressed for thousands of years and manifest all disasters to the world.

Blood debt must be repaid with blood!

When Doom opened his eyes again, he felt the power flowing through his body.

This power is like a horse that has broken free from its reins or a galloping torrent, strong and powerful, full of unimaginable momentum.

"Doom, try to stand up."

A scientist in a white coat, holding a recording pen and paper documents, began to record the parameters of Doom after he woke up.

Doom stood up after hearing that. His expression was filled with deep confusion, as if he was at a loss, because the world at this moment had completely changed in his eyes.

Everything is static, and everything around seems so slow and so fragile.

The sounds of the scientist's squirming organs and flowing blood in front of him were almost deafening.

The demons he had killed, those ugly creatures, were completely transformed by the Lord of Destruction in an incomprehensible way into the best nutrients in the galaxy, nourishing every cell in his body.

It took Doom a long time to barely adapt to the changes in himself - at least he would not crush the floor of the laboratory when moving, nor would he accidentally damage the alloy door when opening it.

Of course, this long passage of time was only for him. In the eyes of scientists, it took Doom less than a minute to adapt himself.

After the experimental data was recorded, the scientists in white coats took Doom to a separate huge venue.

"Congratulations on your rebirth, Doom." The scientist's eyes still retained a chilling enthusiasm and envy as he looked at Doom's body.

"This is a gift prepared for you by the Warmaster himself, a battle armor made entirely of Argentum - of course, this is only one of the gifts. There is also... You should know about the tradition of the Second Legion, a ceremony to celebrate your rebirth."

As they were talking, the scientists had already retreated to the safe area.

Along with the sound of hydraulic gas, twenty-two heavy and massive metal doors around the venue slowly rose.

Behind every door is a demon with no end in sight.
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a few days later.

Doom, who had not appeared in public for several months, appeared in the Warmaster's office again.

"My son, how do you feel?" Dukel twirled the feather pen in his hand and asked the warrior who stood proudly in front of him.

"Father, you should prepare a million demons for me, so that I can have enough fun."

"Don't be too impatient, kid." Duker smiled, "There is a new war waiting for you. I wonder if you are ready."

A new expedition is about to begin.

This time the target is directly aimed at the divine realm of the Lord of Joy.

After Dukel's Dark Crusade achieved a partial victory, the situation in the Empire was finally not so bad.

But this does not mean that all is peaceful.

In addition to joining forces with the elves to snatch the Crone's Sword, there are still many enemies eyeing them covetously.

The tentacles of the Tyranid swarm are also continuously reaching the galaxy. The orc army led by Bonecrusher is in a stalemate with them, but when the main force of the swarm really arrives in the galaxy, even Dukel cannot predict what kind of catastrophic disaster the Great Devourer will bring.

Guilliman and the Khan are still resisting the invasion of the Necrons. As more and more Necron dynasties revive, they seem to be finding it difficult to hold on. This is the case when most of the dynasty emperors and storm kings have not yet joined the war.

There are other alien races rising in the galaxy.

These enemies seem scary enough, but they are still not the biggest threat to the empire.

The gods living deep in chaos are still the most irresistible enemies.

The power of the gods is beyond imagination. Their existence has long been beyond the concept of common sense, ignoring the laws of time and space in the universe, and existing in the past, present, and future at the same time.

The greedy eyes of the gods never leave the real universe. Now, there are three Primarchs, Sanguinius, Lion, and Krax, as well as the cloned Primarch Fulgrim, who are vigilant to every wave on the Sea of ​​Souls.

Duke has been thinking about how to defeat these counterintuitive existences. Although he has made great progress, it is still far from enough.

The only conclusion that can be drawn at present is that only by destroying the star of destiny and leading mankind out of the control of the fate of the universe can there be a glimmer of chance of victory.

Perhaps everything is not so pessimistic. After all, in the eyes of humans, there are four dark gods in the universe, but in the eyes of other races, there are five. The power of the Emperor is not inferior to that of the gods, and is even slightly stronger. This is the most powerful weapon of the human empire.

This is a long-term goal.

What he needs to do at this stage is to weaken the power of the gods as much as possible and improve the condition of the Emperor.

Preparations for a new expedition are in full swing.

After discussion, Lev, the Supreme Council's Chief, was left in Terra to continue handling many of the Empire's political affairs.

Duke named this new expedition the Dawn Expedition.

This expedition was a war with far-reaching impact on the empire.

The initial victory of the Dark Expedition allowed mankind to blow the clarion call for counterattack in the long night of ten thousand years; the Dawn Expedition vowed to fight for the dawn of humanity in blood and fire.

“I will follow your instructions in everything.” Doom knelt on one knee and answered firmly.

The news of the Dawn Expedition was quickly spread by the propaganda department.

This news excited the people of the empire in millions of worlds. Humanity was born with the manifest destiny to rule the galaxy, and everyone was looking forward to the glorious day.

The troops assembled by the Ministry of Military Affairs held a military parade on Terra, and the grandeur of the event shocked the stars.

In compliance with the Warmaster's orders, a large number of unprecedented new equipment were equipped to the Imperial Army.

One by one, Imperial sparks were lit up in the solar system, and new power armor and Primaris Astartes upgrade and transformation operations were also being promoted simultaneously.

The enemies of the Empire will inherit the wrath of humanity that has been pent up for ten thousand years.

The densely packed giant ships are operating for a strategic goal under the unified command of the Military Affairs Department.

Powerful war engines will travel across the universe in the name of humanity.

The time of destruction is approaching.

With Reese and Kurag at the helm, and countless propaganda machines at the helm, people's enthusiasm for participation is unprecedented.

A new conscription system was also implemented. This time, the entire galaxy would be set on fire by the flames of war, and none of the myriad races would be spared.

The unprecedented tide of war has brought more than just an impact on the situation in the real universe.

The terrifying military force will sweep away aliens, traitors, and chaos.

Wherever the golden eagle spreads its wings and soars, the unyielding roar of mankind will resound.

This is a war on a grand scale, surpassing the Great Crusade of ten thousand years ago. The scale of this war will be endlessly expanded, and one day, the scale of the flames of war will even surpass the War in Heaven.

The parade began in grand style across the solar system, and no one could resist this glorious moment.

Thousands of legions are arranged in formation on the decks of their respective warships, and every soldier holds his head high. They will be in the best condition to welcome the arrival of War Marshal Dukel.

The flags gathered into an ocean, and the flags of countless regiments and legions were hung high in the light of the stars.

Astra Militarum, tanks, armored vehicles, knights, destroyers, space marines, divine machines, the proud warriors, looked at the arrival of the Warmaster's flagship with enthusiasm and pride, with burning eyes.

Swarms of war machines let out low roars, ready to gallop across the starry sea in the name of humanity.

The Imperial Navy was also showing off their favorite things, various huge macro cannons, laser towers seven or eight stories high, and macro cannon barrels that could accommodate an entire Titan legion, all of which had been carefully repaired and cleaned by the Imperial Navy.

They did this for only one purpose.

That is to show the Warmaster and the people of the Empire the power of the Imperial Navy.

When the Warmaster appeared on the viewing platform.

"For the Warmaster, for the Emperor!!!" All the subjects of the Empire present shouted in unison at this moment.

Countless voices gathered together, deafening, like the roar of an ancient giant.

Some citizens of the empire who came from other parts of the empire to watch the ceremony could not help but shed tears after seeing this scene, and they shouted subconsciously.

"Silence, my proud warriors, and my brothers and sisters." With the help of a loudspeaker, Dukel's voice resounded above the crowd, and with the help of the Imperial network, it echoed in the many worlds of the Empire.

The moment his voice fell, the terrible wave of sound subsided.

It was as if the unified shouts before were an illusion. Many people even felt that even the roar of the giant ships and mechanical engines had been significantly reduced at this moment.

It seemed that even the machine soul inside the machine was obeying the orders of the Warmaster.

The towering figure on the viewing platform attracted everyone's attention.

No matter where they were during the ceremony or how far away they were, everyone's attention was drawn to this figure.

"The Dark Crusade has lasted for twenty-two years. We have won a phased victory, but this is just a new beginning. Those dark aliens in space have not been completely destroyed by us. They hide in the darkness, eager to trample on our lives again."

"This time, we will let them know that they will never have such an opportunity again. The fire of destruction will burn them to ashes, and on their charred corpses, the dawn of our race will be born!"

At the same time, in the throne room of the Terra Palace.

A huge holographic image unfolded in the throne room, broadcasting the parade in real time.

"A magnificent scene that deserves to be remembered by history." Rogal Dorn stood beside the Golden Throne. He looked at what was happening in the video and couldn't help but sigh.

The cheers of countless imperial people formed terrible waves.

Their faces were flushed and their throats were hoarse, but they were still shouting with all their might, because only in this way could they release the excitement in their hearts.

The silk-clad nobles among the stars watched this sacred parade in various ways, and when they heard the Warmaster's declaration of war against the enemies of the stars, their eyes were filled with tears without them realizing it.

The empire has been sinking in darkness for ten thousand years, but the common ideals of mankind have long been rooted deep in the blood of the human race.

Rooted in a place deeper than the darkness of human nature.

They may not be noble, but no matter how ugly and despicable their hearts are, as long as the heart still belongs to human beings, they all yearn for the arrival of the golden years.

Even the heroes of the Empire with hearts of steel were moved at this moment. Behind the knight mechas and power armor helmets, tears were shed on the genetically modified faces of many soldiers.

They are extremely grateful that they have waited until this moment.

The soldiers were not afraid of death. Even if they fell on the eve of dawn, it was their great happiness to die with hope.

They may eventually go to hell, but before that, they will crush all enemies for the golden dream of mankind and dedicate their victory to mankind, to the Emperor, and to the Warmaster.

"The long night cannot imprison the fate of our race, the dawn has arrived!"

Dukel raised the Emperor's Sword high, and golden flames rose like a star.

At the same moment, wreaths of flames ignited behind every statue of the Emperor across Terra.

People watched this scene with excitement.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Warmaster!!!"

The calls arose again.

(End of this chapter)