Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 300 107, Future

Dukel stood on the viewing stand of the military parade, overlooking the many soldiers and civilians with his bright eyes.

The dark red cloak, which seemed to have been soaked in blood countless times, fluttered behind him.

In the eyes of Dukel, the current Imperial War Marshal, humans have always been a complex and contradictory race. Ever since humans gained wisdom and the ability to distinguish right from wrong, betrayal, massacre, and war have always been inseparable from the fate of the human race.

From this point of view alone, humans are an ignorant and barbaric race, and their level of bellicosity is no less than that of the green-skinned orcs.

Order and chaos have repeated themselves throughout their history, but what is amazing is that every time they are sinking into the ocean of depravity, there will always be a great idealist who stands up and weaves a beautiful dream for everyone.

When human beings have a common ideal and strive for it, they will miraculously unite together. The despicable ones are willing to sacrifice themselves, and the cowardly ones are willing to die calmly. Just an illusory idea can bring them together closely and unleash a force that is enough to overturn everything.

This has never happened before among the tens of millions of intelligent species among the stars.

Countless citizens of the Empire watched closely as the Imperial Fleet took off, watching as those huge behemoths started their jet engines and lifted themselves high into the sky.

Looking at those imperial soldiers, wearing heavy armor, marching into the giant ship in neat steps.

Watch those powerful Space Marines sailing towards the stars.

Countless machines were activated and drove towards the dark void, ready to clear all obstacles for mankind's golden dream.

"What a magnificent momentum, even surpassing the great expedition you once launched." Standing beside the Golden Throne, Rogal Dorn couldn't help but sigh.

"The scene at that time is still vivid in my mind. The Supreme War Marshal at that time was also Dukel. It was really enviable."

"I hope that this time we can truly complete the unfinished vision." Dorn watched the fleet that covered the sky and the sun enter the acceleration state one by one, rush into the huge virtual beacon, and rush to the battlefield of the stars.

The light from countless engines gathered together is even brighter than the sun, and it is exceptionally bright even in the dark space.

"It's not a hope, but a necessity. This is the manifest destiny of our race." An unquestionable voice came from the speaker in front of the throne.

Dorn turned his head and looked at the throne that seemed to be made entirely of gold, and the dazzling golden figure on the throne.
"Have you seen that bright future? Is it really as beautiful as we have seen in our dreams countless times?" Dorne's usually calm tone was rarely filled with a hint of eager hope. He hoped that the Eternal Emperor on the throne could give him a positive answer.

However, a disdainful reply came from the throne, "Future? You are not like Curze and Sanguinius, believing that I can see everything in the future? If you really think so, Dorn, I will also classify you as a fool."

"Oh, no, you are different from them. You are stubborn and inflexible, and you are a fool with a shockingly low emotional intelligence."

Dorn: “.”

"I'm not sure, father, because you have deceived us more than once in the past." Dorn continued, "I just want to know the result urgently. This is human nature. I hope we can win. The enemy is too powerful and the past years are too dark."

"I only concealed part of it. It was necessary at the time." The emperor rarely defended himself, but he quickly realized that he didn't need to do so.

"Well, since you want to see the future, I'll show you what I can see."

As the voice in the communicator fell, the burning golden flame suddenly leaped high above the throne, casting a long shadow on the dome of the throne room. This flame had no temperature, it was not scorching, but instead exuded a ruthless coldness.

Even the floor beneath Dorn's feet became icy cold, a chill that penetrated his bones and violated the laws of physics. Not even his armor could block it.

Dorn felt uncomfortable, but he still stood there like a rock, not being pushed back by the merciless fire. He raised his head, staring directly at the cold fire without hesitation, trying to penetrate the flames, trying to see the scene in the fire clearly.

But what surprised him was that the image of the burning flames changed in thousands of ways at every moment, as if it had never taken shape.

Dorn was surprised at first, then seemed to understand something.

He asked the emperor on the throne, "So, you can only see the end of a journey. But all you can see is the ever-changing destination. You can't see the ghosts hiding in the shadows, nor can you see the moody winds. You don't even know where the wind will take you? East? South? West? North? Will it throw you away, or just kill you. If there are traps in front of you, you can't even find them before you fall into them."

“Even if you reach the destination after going through so much hardship, you can’t be sure what’s on the shore until you actually arrive.”

The Emperor sat on the throne, looking down at Dorne. Strangely, his eyes were a little cloudy when he opened them. "Now you can understand, I can only see the end, but I can't see all the risks between the end and the beginning."

"What if you had expected this, father?" Dorn asked stubbornly. "You are the great Lord of Mankind. Perhaps you could have calculated every possibility and influenced it."

"Perhaps, Dorn. But have you ever thought that some things are simply unpredictable? Every fleeting moment is full of infinite possibilities." The Emperor continued,
"It's like you want to build a ship and you can see a deadline for the ship to be completed. But the worker who builds your ship may have a heart failure before the ship is completed, thus delaying the completion date."

"Or maybe there are other reasons - because your upright character offended the workers. You used counterfeit money, and the workers chose to go on strike. Or the worker is not a worker at all, he is a thief."

"There are many reasons why you can't get the boat. These possibilities, one after another, and the paths after another, create infinite variables with every passing moment. Even if I make all the calculations, how much of them can I see clearly?"

The emperor's expression was cold, and the golden flames rose high, as if he wanted to use the golden flames to burn the uncertain end.

"I can see the other side, Dorne, but that's all. I know what's waiting for us there, but once we set sail, I have no idea what will happen from here to there - maybe the enemy will blow a hole in my boat's bottom, or maybe my trusted helmsman will be attracted to a more tempting place when we are in the middle of the strait. These are things I can't even grasp."

Finally, the blazing flames were extinguished powerlessly.

"This is the future, Dorn. The futures that appear in the distance, and we see and speculate on the infinite ways to achieve each future. Even to figure out every possibility. Taking into account the decisions that each life will make and affect everyone around it, this endless planning has exhausted my long life."

"But if you want to truly see the cause and effect of all this, you can only..."

The Emperor raised his head, his lifeless eyes seemed to have been attracted by a dream.

"We can only see it clearly when we get there in person." Dorn took over his words.

The Emperor acquiesced to what Dorn said.

"A long time ago, my laboratory was attacked and the plan to create the original body was destroyed. At that time, I was deeply entangled. I thought that I should kill them all. This was the best judgment given by reason."

"I should do this, but Don, the human heart is so strange. Even I don't want to just do what I "should" do, but do what I want to do."

"You see, I can't even really control my own variables." The Emperor continued, "I want to create you, not whether I should or shouldn't. I believe I will find you all and guide you to achieve great things." "If I follow the arrangement of reason, in order to avoid the dispersion of the Primarch, I will destroy you all. Doing so can certainly avoid some disasters, but will the Empire really rise like it is now? Without you, the generals and pioneers, will the vision that mankind hopes for eventually die or even be stillborn?"

"There are no answers yet, Dorn. When we embark on a journey, we will inevitably encounter unexpected beasts and natural disasters."

“But as long as we haven’t lost our way and are still looking forward to the scenery on the other side, no matter how far we take, we will eventually arrive there.”
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From then on, the Empire received news of the victories of the Warmaster's army every day.

People are immersed in expectations for a better future.

Looking forward to the day when the entire galaxy can be put into my pocket.

"It's time." Doom Slayer Doom said as he looked at the holographic strategic map in front of him, "It's time to make those damned subspace monsters realize their miserable situation."

Finding the realm of Slaanesh is not difficult. As everyone knows, Slaanesh is a god of will, indulgence, madness, utter hatred, and hedonism.

Slightly different from other gods, the kingdom of the Lord of Pleasure never refuses entry to any mortal. Sometimes it even actively lures those fallen people in and drowns them in the sea of ​​desire.

But even though the Six Rings welcome all travelers, Dukel will be turned away. He is a notorious thug in the subspace, and even the Lord of Pleasure will shyly close the door when he senses his arrival.

Therefore, Doom served as the commander-in-chief of this invasion of the Six-Ring Domain of Slaanesh.

"How is your army assembled?" Doom turned to look at his allies, the wise men and prophets from various Eldar forces.

The Eldar Great Prophet Eddrad used the spirit bone scepter in his hand and tapped the hologram, which quickly displayed the light spots of the Eldar fleet.

"All members of the Ark Eldar, the Harlequin Troupe, and the Death Army have arrived. The God of Laughter, Silegol, has sent down an oracle. He supports our actions and will look for opportunities to attract the attention of the Lord of Pleasure and create opportunities for us."

According to legend, collecting all five Crone Swords will awaken the Eldar death god Jena and kill Slaanesh once and for all.

Therefore, the Eldar have long been planning how to revive the god of death.

The purpose of resurrecting the Death is to deal with Slaanesh, but the last Crone Sword is in Slaanesh's palace. Everything seems to be caught in a vicious circle. Without the help of external forces, it seems that they will never be able to achieve their goal.

Slaanesh already knew the Eldar's plan and would never let the sword fall into their hands so easily.

Now, they have finally waited for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and they have almost come out in full force.

Eldrad controls an ancient, unknown webway that leads directly to the Six Rings of Slaanesh.

This webway was once used by the Emperor.

Long ago, the Emperor traveled around the heavens of the gods and used deception to obtain unimaginable knowledge and treasures.

That was the Emperor's crowning moment, punching Khorne, kicking Nurgle, coaxing Tzeentch, and toying with Slaanesh. What a great achievement.

If the emperor's story stopped here, it would be a really cool read.

It’s a pity that there is still a second half.

The emperor was beaten half paralyzed by the gods who came to collect debts, and was directly carried to the golden throne.

As a prophet with ancient wisdom, Eddrad has an extremely clear understanding of the context of the Webway.

He knew this ancient path, and knew that it led to the realm of a powerful Chaos Power.

The huge fleet used the Webway to navigate, and they quietly arrived at the junction of the six-ring domains, waiting for the Laughing God Xilego to attract the attention of Slaanesh.

This battle must be fought quickly. Once Slaanesh feels threatened, he will completely close the domain.

And just as the Imperial Army was taking action, Horus also began his action almost at the same time.

With the help of the wizards, the huge and twisted fleet also entered the webway.

Standing on the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit, Horus surveyed the Webway.

This is the salvation that the Emperor once dreamed of.

The Emperor believed that once humanity possessed the Webway, it would be able to take a new step and transcend the control of the Warp.

Although Horus believed that the Emperor's plan was unreliable, he did not expect that Dukel ten thousand years later would be even more unreliable than the Emperor.

Faced with the prying eyes of the gods, the Emperor just wanted to dig a hole and lead all humans to hide from their sight.

Dukel wants to pile up bombs and drag everything in the universe to explode together.

Compared to his crazy behavior, the game of gods is really just a game.

The future picture that Horus saw gnawed at his heart like an inescapable nightmare.

When the final destruction comes, even the sea of ​​souls will dry up, and everything in the universe will be completely returned to its original origin.

Everything will be destroyed, there is no chance of survival, not even human beings themselves.

No matter who this scene happens to, everyone will be terrified and uneasy.

Horus must stop him. Only in this way can humanity and this broken universe be saved.

(End of this chapter)