Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 311 118, Counterattack

The wills of the Lord of Mankind and the God of Joy were battling each other, and a new war broke out in the Six-Ring Domain.

Dukel leaped down from the bow of the Soul Fire, an angel with burning wings holding up the battle flag behind him, and further behind them, countless giant ships poured in from the gap in the domain.

The soldiers shouted for the Emperor and the Warmaster, fighting in their names.

Doom was badly injured and fell to the ground. The demon Xia Lashi was trying to kill the powerful Doom Slayer once and for all.

"Mortal, your soul will be imprisoned here forever. Any struggle will be in vain." Xia Laxi held a scimitar inlaid with gems. Her voice hissed like the resonance of millions of poisonous snakes. In the gloomy fear, she swung a fatal blow to the Doom Slayer.

Doom was no longer able to avoid the sword. The destructive force he had previously unleashed was forcibly stopped. Now he could hardly move even a little finger, let alone fight a great demon.

Doom closed his eyes slightly tiredly. At the last moment of his life, there was no fear in his heart, but he recalled the past comfortably.

He was once the most insignificant soldier among the devastated stars. He fought against aliens, demons and all other terrifying things with his flesh and blood. Until in a war with the orcs, he saw the primarch falling from the sky, and his fate changed.

Over the years, he witnessed with his own eyes the supreme commander who patiently pieced together the shattered human empire and picked up the hopes that had been shattered by the enemy.

He felt extremely proud to die for such a great cause.

The only regret was that he failed to destroy the demon in front of him. The appearance of the evil god's true form robbed him of the final victory that should have belonged to him.

Doom digested the resentment in his heart, but the expected death did not come. Not only that, although he closed his eyes, he heard deafening cheers in his ears.

A familiar feeling ignited in the Slayer's chest, and the Second Legion's leader quickly opened his eyes.

——He just happened to see that the flaming blade of judgment blocked the scimitar inlaid with precious gems.

The two divine weapons carrying terrifying power collided with each other, causing a terrible storm. The cloak like a sea of ​​blood fluttered like a flag soaked in blood.

"My son, have you slept enough?" Doom saw the man he admired looking down at him mischievously, "Sleeping on the battlefield is not a good habit."

The burning courage that was so familiar to him burned his heart. Doom's brain was so shocked that it went blank. Before he could respond, a hateful voice sounded first.

"You little toy man of the cursed one, do you think you are sure to win?" Xia Laxi screamed with resentment.

Her graceful figure swayed, and she looked down at the Primarch in front of her with contempt. This was the kingdom of Slaanesh, and her gods were with her. She did not think that the arrival of a Primarch would bring any changes.

But the next second, she tasted the bitter fruit of doing so.

Ten thousand years ago, Dukel was the bravest of the brothers. When he had just awakened and had not yet returned to the empire, the army under his command was not worthy of praise, and he fought almost entirely on his own strength.

After he took over the duties of Warmaster, Dukor has rarely fought in person in the past few years, but this does not mean that his bravery will decline. He is the embodiment of the indomitable courage of mankind, connected with the hearts of all people, and he almost single-handedly pulled mankind to the border of spiritual ascension.

A drop of water may be tiny, but countless drops of water in millions of worlds are enough to gather into a vast ocean.

Countless people opened their hearts and entrusted him with the seeds of hope, and Dukel was able to use their power to shake the world.

The Sword of Judgment burst into runes of destruction. He swung the sword with one blow and ignited everything around him. The red flames burned.

Xia Laxi watched her scimitar being chopped off in despair. Even if she was in the six-ring realm and could obtain infinite power, it would be of no use.

No one can stop Dukel's will, and just one sword can completely destroy everything.

The demon Xia Lashi is a weapon of war created by Slaanesh against the gods and demons. She is so powerful that even the gods' favorites are afraid of her, but when facing Dukel, she seems to be no different.

The Sword of Judgment carrying the rune of destruction slashed across Xia Laxi's head unhindered. The red flames tore her apart, and even her corrupted soul was burned to ashes.

The graceful body was ignited and turned into a huge fire, illuminating countless dark corners around it.

In just one round, the great demon who had defeated Skarbrand was completely defeated.

Dukel raised the Emperor's Sword burning with golden flames, and the rolling waves of fire swept across the six-ring area, igniting all the impurities that permeated the sky.

"For the Emperor!" There was no loudspeaker equipment, but Dukel's roar resounded across the boundless wilderness at this moment, allowing every soldier to hear it clearly.

"For the Warmaster!" Doom, who was lying on the ground, used up his last bit of strength to raise the broken sword in his hand and let out a deafening shout.

Countless soldiers shouted at the same time and launched a new round of offensive against the followers of Sane.

The flames of war scorched the earth, and the scorch marks were far greater than before.

Countless followers of Slaanesh witnessed the death of the Great Keeper of Secrets.

The terrifying power of the human warmaster has struck fear into the hearts of countless demons. It is unstoppable and everything will be destroyed.

Dukel's arrival caused every soul to see the inevitable destruction. The demon army fell into madness, they exploded in fear and resisted the attacks of human soldiers in panic.

Outside the Six Rings, the alliance between the Chaos Gods was a joke, just as the Emperor and the Warmaster had predicted.

When the Empire was formulating its strategy, it never thought that other dark powers would come to support Slaanesh, but this is indeed the case. They did not add insult to injury and thus maintained their final restraint.

The Emperor descended upon the heroes of the Imperium, his will entangled with that of Slaanesh himself. Dukor was unstoppable in the realm of the Six Rings, and there seemed to be no difference between the lowest of the Satyr and the highest of the Great Keepers of Secrets under his sword.

He carried endless fire, and every ring in the six-ring field was ignited. Wherever he went, it burned. The black smoke in the air accumulated into thick clouds.

Seeing the miserable state of Slaanesh, the gods, instead of feeling worried for their brothers, became restless and tried to tear a piece of flesh from the body of the Lord of Joy.

In the hidden crystal maze, in the deepest part of the crystal palace, there are no stars or any artificial light sources, and it is eternally bright.

These lights are not ordinary, but a reflection of the destiny and hope of all sentient beings in the galaxy.

In this vast crystal palace, Tzeentch manipulates the fate of all living beings and savors the surprising changes brought about by mortals' resistance to fate.

Amid his cunning laughter, countless demons surged out like a tide, flapping their magical wings and pouring into the six-ring area.

In the yellow sand, there are broken bones, armor, and blades everywhere. A great brass castle stands in the center of the desert, and countless blood gathers into rivers. Amid the roaring horns, the sound of warriors fighting each other has turned this place into the most cruel blood hell in the universe. The Blood God hates everything except blood and violence.

The immortal soul can only contain anger and killing. In his realm, there is endless fighting.

The warriors who believe in him fight endlessly, offering up killings and blood.

What every believer thinks about all day long is how to kill the other party, or be killed by the other party. The blood, as mellow as fine wine, makes them miss it endlessly.

Although the cursed legions of the gods and the Emperor, as well as Dukel's virtual priests, are still causing chaos in the yellow sand, they are looking forward to the day when they can attack the Brass Castle.

But even in such a predicament, the Blood God still dispatched a huge army without hesitation, starting from the Blood Plains and heading towards the Six Rings Area.

On the other side, bloated flesh pustules stood above the fetid mire, and a joyous army led by the Great Unclean Ones cheered and poured out of the Garden of the Plague God.

The slight difference is that the area they are heading to is not just the Six-Ring Domain, but they have also invaded the Crystal Maze and the Bloody Desert.

At the core of the six-ring area, fierce fighting is still breaking out.

The power that the Emperor brought down from a distant land was ultimately like water without a source, and the heroes of the Empire were ultimately unable to defeat tens of thousands of Great Keepers.

Adeline was thrown violently away, the ring of thorns of fire behind her head flickered, the golden light on her body showed signs of being broken, and the psychedelic aroma of Slaanesh poured into her body. This was a dangerous omen.

Her golden wings were broken and blood was dripping, making the surrounding Slaanesh demons even more excited.

"I've said before, you simply cannot understand our existence. You are still just a mortal, and everything you do is in vain." The roars of thousands of Great Secret Keepers converged into visible sound waves.

"boom!--"

But at this moment, a burning chariot drove towards the battlefield from the horizon. In the huge waves caused by the heavy sound of the fall, a tall figure slowly walked over.

"It's too early to draw a conclusion now. I will take over from him for the next round." The man in the gold and red armor roared like a dragon, and his appearance attracted the attention of all the great secret keepers.

The swords held in each hand radiated unimaginable heat, like millions of stars that were impossible to look directly at.

The Emperor himself could not visit the Six Rings, and the Imperial heroes were not very good carriers, far inferior to Guilliman who had been in the Garden of Nurgle. In the high-intensity battle, his strength was quickly exhausted.

The heroes of the empire were surrounded by countless demons. They sang sacred songs or roared war cries, calmly facing their own deaths.

Just when everything was hopeless and about to come to an end, a chariot of fire dropped from the sky and a giant in gold and red armor stood in front of them.

The giant's presence is unparalleled, like an endless fire, igniting the courage in everyone's heart.

"No need to talk nonsense, you can tell me what you just said." There was calmness in the Primarch's eyes, but anyone could see what kind of surging fighting spirit was brewing in those bright eyes.

The empire's warmaster is eager to try, and he intends to challenge the power of the gods again.

When he was trying to snatch the goddess of life in the realm of Nurgle, the god of plague brought down divine punishment on him, and he almost died at that time.

But this doesn't mean he will be afraid of it.

All the demons were speechless at this moment, and felt incredible about the arrival of the imperial commander.

Until the angry Grand Keeper of Secrets broke the rare silence.

"Duker!" The Great Keepers roared together, and their anger turned into a huge vortex in the sky.

They saw endless flames from the direction the chariot was coming from. The humiliation of the mortals made the will possessed by the Great Keeper of Secrets angry.

"It is I, Dukel, the embodiment of the word Imperial Courage, the unceasing flame, I am the Great Destruction, you should fear my coming."

The roaring sound of the Primarch spread across the six-ring area, echoing in this chaotic battlefield.

The demons of the gods listened to the thunderous roar in horror, but soon fell into an endless fight.

The boundless, limitless temple of joy was shaking madly, and the true body of the god residing within it seemed unable to suppress his rage any longer.

Dukel ignored all this, strode over to the Imperial heroes and helped them up one by one.

Kane's face was pale, and Mabo's Destroyer Armor was severely damaged, with electric sparks jumping around. Every hero suffered serious injuries.

Dukel looked at them with a calm look in his eyes. With his help, the loyal heroes stood up, their bodies trembling but still straight.

"Go behind me, you've done well enough." Seeing that these heroes were fine, Duke's tone was somewhat relieved.

Then he walked towards the Great Secret Keepers, and every step carried unimaginable oppression. Although he was the only one moving forward with his will, the Great Secret Keepers were retreating instinctively.

"Have you decided which one to send first to accept the fate of destruction, or should we send them all together?" Dukel seemed to be talking to the Great Secret Keepers, but his eyes were looking behind them.

He rushed forward like a raging bull, slashing wildly with his two-handed swords, releasing a golden and red fire storm.

The sound of fighting was endless, and no one could stop him. Perhaps the Great Keepers of Secrets possessed by Slaanesh could hold on a little longer, but that was all.

A Great Keeper of the Secrets raised his weapon with his six arms crossed, and finally managed to block the Primarch's violent attack, but Dukel also saw the opponent's weakness at the same time, and his other sword pierced into the opponent's heart without hindrance.

The blasphemous blood splashed out like a fountain, but was instantly evaporated by the flames.

The surrounding demons roared in anger, brandished various weapons and slashed at him, but it was of no use.

Dukel didn't even bother to dodge their attacks, for when weapons chopped off his armor, a dragon's roar sent them retreating.

The Primarch also took the opportunity to step forward, swung his swords and cut off their heads.

The blazing flames rose up, igniting these blasphemous bodies. A scream resounded in the void, as if even that great being was burned by the flames and let out an unbearable cry of pain.

(End of this chapter)