Warhammer: Primarch's Life from the Beginning

The palace grounds, now heavily fortified with military equipment, no longer resemble a pilgrimage site. Roadblocks and ammunition boxes are piled up on both sides of the stone path, anti-aircraft guns and heavy weapons are positioned between the statues and high walls, the wounded are being carried away from the rear, and missionaries stand at the crossroads holding up holy symbols, chanting prayers over and over again.

The front lines are on the verge of collapse.

The Khorne demons surged towards the position like a tidal wave. Behind them, two bloodthirsty berserkers stood beneath the blood-red shadows, wielding massive axes and long whips, roaring. Each roar drove their minions to a frenzy, driving them even more mad. The defenders' fire net pressed down layer upon layer, yet they were still forced to retreat. An Astronomical Army officer stood behind half of the fortifications, his voice hoarse from shouting, still waving his hand incessantly, ordering those around him to fill in.

But these mortals of the empire were not fighting alone; reinforcements were converging behind them.

Just then, the sealed gate opened.

Leo walked out of the door with his head held high and chest out, his steps unhurried, but the iron halo behind his helmet was already lit. Behind him was an endless array of Imperial Guards, their golden armor spreading out layer upon layer, like a river surging from the depths of the palace. The guards held their spears level, their storm shields buckled at their sides, and the Morning Eagle hoverbikes swept past on both sides, leaving trails of smoke in their tails. The Contemptuous Imperial Guards' Dauntless and the Alarius Heavy Terminator pressed behind them, advancing step by step. Further away, the Grey Knights' silver armor, reflecting a pearly light, also joined the battle line, thousands of battle blades crackling with psionic arcs, moving forward silently.

The slow march quickly turned into a steady run, and the pungent smell of sulfur could be smelled. There were also noisy sounds in the distance, and the golden armor stepped on the stone slabs, causing the ground to shake up a layer of fine dust.

The breathing and the clatter of armor in the ranks grew louder, and the shouts of battle ahead became clearer. Eventually, even the voices of those around them became indistinguishable. Then, a member of the Imperial Guard raised his hand and tapped his shield. The metallic clang immediately rang out, and other soldiers responded. The sound relayed through the ranks, as if telling the demons ahead that they had arrived.

It was noon, and the direct sunlight was dazzling. The spreading Khorne's fel energy clouds couldn't reach the sky above the palace, but Leo could still see the blood shadow shrouding the distant sky.

Leo stared intently ahead, feeling the familiar atmosphere, and the scene of charging alongside the Imperial Guard in the Net Path ten thousand years ago was vivid in his mind.

Soon, the crowd and monsters ahead came into view. The Imperial Guards' superior vision allowed them to clearly see the demons rushing into the rear of the defensive line, tearing apart the soldiers who were still fiercely resisting.

The political commissar of the Royal Palace Defense Forces was connected to the command center via his communications channel. Under the shouts and orders of the officers, dozens of Rand Raiders and Lemanustanks turned their fuselages and followed the surging crowd to the left and right, retreating to the sides of the battlefield to make room for reinforcements from the rear.

The Imperial Guards simultaneously raised their Storm Shields in front of them, lowered their spears, and slightly spread out in formation.

The next moment, the golden torrent suddenly accelerated, like a knife plunging straight into the sea of ​​demons.

Before the front-line Khorne demons could even roar, they were smashed to pieces by the entire formation. The retreating Astragalus soldiers stared wide-eyed at their backs as the surging Khorne army crumbled like a brick wall destroyed by a bulldozer.

Leo took the lead.

Primarch doesn't need to deliberately learn how to use psionic powers; his innate talent allows him to wield them with ease. A divine golden light flows across the surface of his armor and weapons, and hordes of monsters at close range are instantly incinerated before they can even struggle.

He swung the spear instinctively, the power as natural as blood flowing through his body. Wherever the spear swept, the monsters didn't even have time to scream before their bodies and souls were burned to ashes. A vampire pounced on him from the side, but Leo twisted his wrist and swept the spear shaft horizontally. Divine energy exploded along the spear, shattering the demons within half a circle at the same time. After the whoosh, only ashes and fire remained in the air.

The low-ranking vampires even turned back in fear and fled in front of Leo, only to be swallowed whole by the powerful monster behind them.

The spears cleaved through the monsters time and again, the flying golden light crashing into the demon horde and igniting swathes of psionic flames. A row of demons had barely raised their weapons when their bodies burst into flames, their souls writhing in the fire, without even a chance to return to the other side of the veil.

The mortal troops gathering on both sides were roused to their fighting spirit, and the battle nuns who fought alongside the army were especially fervent. They had all heard the rumors of the God Emperor's eldest son, and seeing their future Primarch so valiant on the battlefield, they immediately shouted and charged into the demonic tide again for the God Emperor, trying to get closer to Leo.

Leo pressed forward as if wading through water, his mind filled with images of his fallen comrades in the Cyber ​​War. Rage surged through his chest, and he suddenly accelerated, colliding head-on with a demon charging towards him. His shoulder armor smashed through the demons blocking his path, and the overlapping corpses were sent flying like minced meat. The berserkers had just raised their chain axes when Leo had already swept through them, his spear flashing a few times, and bits of flesh scattered all over the ground.

Just as a demon engine emerged from the dust and joined the battle, Leo stepped forward and slammed his fist into its abdomen. Steel and flesh exploded simultaneously, and the demon core screamed and shrank to ash in a ball of holy fire. Leo grabbed the broken tentacle, swung the entire wrecked machine around, and smashed through a group of monsters in front of him.

Challengers kept rushing towards him from all sides.

Before they could even get close, their bodies were burned through by the golden light surrounding Leo, which carried immense pressure. Their bones and flesh crumbled away layer by layer, and their souls were scattered.

Leo soon arrived in front of a Khorne bloodthirsty berserker.

The monster emerged, crushing the fortifications and corpses. It towered above everything around it, its wings trailing bloody shadows, and its giant axe still dripping blood. It stared at Leo, its eyes beneath its single horn filled with rage and hunger.

Leo stopped and looked up at the big, dumb guy with a ferocious expression.

"Come here," Leo said. "I'll crush you like an insect."

The great demon sensed the provocation and a surge of fighting spirit rose within it. It vowed to offer the head of the false emperor's son to its master.

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Meanwhile, inside the cathedral of the Saints' General College, candlelight covered the floor, and the clergy of the state church knelt around the magic circle again and again, chanting hymns in a low voice, while a hazy golden light flowed through the hall.

Saint Celestine knelt on one knee in the center of the magic circle, her longsword held upright against her forehead. Her eyes were closed, and only prayers were on her lips.

"O God-Emperor, light upon the throne, if this body of mine is still of your use, then take it. At the cost of my blood and soul, seal the gate through which the enemy came. Let those who covet Terra lose their way home. Let those still suffering know that you are still by their side. Let your wrath fall upon this land once more, even for a moment, and that will be enough for us to continue the fight."

Her voice grew softer and softer, but her wings slowly unfurled, and the magic circle lit up in circles. All the clergy in the church pressed their foreheads to the ground, and no one dared to look up.

The next moment, golden light surged from her body.

The entire church lit up, and the candlelight on the ground flared up. Saint Celestine raised her head, as if she had finally heard the call. A peaceful expression appeared on her face, and then her body cracked in the light, turning into countless golden fragments that disappeared into the center of the magic circle.

The ritual was completed, and at the cost of her return to the throne once more, the connection between Terra and the Land of Khorne was severed.

At the same moment, the Khorne magic arrays in the lower levels of various Terran hives suddenly went dark.

The cracks that had just been stretched open by the blood-red light began to shrink, and the skulls on the altar shattered one after another. The demons raised their heads, revealing for the first time a helpless expression. They could sense that the gate had closed and the reinforcements from the Khorne Demon Realm had disappeared.