Warhammer: Primarch's Life from the Beginning

Leo, Emil, and several company commanders are having a minimalist operational discussion.

Leo pointed his finger at the Chaos Battleship high in the sky.

"The main force of the Sword of Enlightenment is up there. If we continue to guard the ground, we'll just wait for their next bombing."

Emil looked in that direction; the opportunity to eliminate the traitor was right before him, and the more so, the less he could be impatient.

"A transport ship assault is unrealistic. They now know you're on Exile and won't give us the chance to slowly approach anymore; getting close would just mean certain death."

"Her Highness's Holy Command is on the other side of the planet and won't be able to get here in a short time. It's also not suitable for her to fight a space naval battle right now."

Emil raised his head, his voice lowering.

"We also have a phase teleportation device that can send a strike team directly into the enemy ship."

How many people can it deliver?

"A company, plus you and me," Emil said.

"That's enough." Leo turned to Kara. "You stay here to defend the ground."

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Once the decision was made, the armory deep within the monastery was quickly put into use. The Space Marines were making final preparations, checking their weapons, and occasionally someone would kneel down to pray.

Leo placed the Greatsword of Heavenly Punishment back on the altar, returning the artifact to the chapter.

After the sword left his hand, the radiance flowing across the blade's edges and inscriptions disappeared, and calm descended.

Emil walked to the sword, raised her hand and gently touched the gauntlet, her expression suggesting she was somewhat reluctant to part with it.

"I have never seen this relic react to such an extent."

He glanced at the company commanders around him, seeking their opinions.

Several company commanders understood what Emir meant and nodded slowly.

Emil paused for a moment, then held the sword up with both hands, blade in hand, and presented it to Leo.

"His Highness has cleansed the demons of the Exile for us and intends to help us deal with our nemesis. The Exorcist Chapter has always been grateful for kindness."

"This sacred relic now belongs to you."

Although he never believed in prophecies or revelations, this sword seemed to suit Leo perfectly. The first Grey Knight Grand Master had left this sword on the Exile Star following guidance—it was all too coincidental. This made him think that this sacred object seemed to be waiting for its master, Leo, in the dark.

Leo did not refuse and reached out to take the sword hilt.

"I don't know what to say. You've gifted me such a valuable weapon. I promise I'll make her drink the blood of her enemies."

The blade emitted a low hum, and the exorcists around instinctively held their breath, their faces showing awe.

They reminded themselves once again that the giant before them was a Primarch.

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When the teleportation began, no one uttered a single unnecessary word.

The scene before my eyes changed instantly.

The walls were covered with chaotic runes, but the floor was surprisingly clean.

The landing point wasn't very precise.

Leo stepped onto the ceramic steel floor and had barely steadied himself when he heard a piercing scream. The calves of two exorcist space marines to his side were stuck in the floor, blood flowing out from the gaps in their armor.

Upon seeing this, he immediately unleashed his spiritual power, generating a wave of heat.

The floor that had trapped the warriors melted and cracked, and Leo gave the two men emergency treatment.

The enemy ship's internal alarm immediately blared, and red lights flashed. The crew quickly adjusted their formation, splitting into two or three groups and spreading out in all directions.

A low chanting came from above, like countless people speaking in hushed tones at the same time, disturbing Leo and the others' thoughts.

The sound of hurried footsteps rang out, and the first wave of defenders rushed forward.

Leo remained silent, then drew his sword and slashed.

During his thousand-year career as a royal guard, the type of weapon he used most often was actually the spear, but Leo was not entirely ignorant about swords either.

As the sword swept across, the two traitors of the Enlightenment Sword at the front, along with the mutants behind them, were torn in two, the cuts looking as if they had been burned through by a branding iron.

The Primarch sensed that even the psionic energy that had been slashed into the enemy's body through the Divine Punishment Sword resonated with him and could still be controlled by him.

The Astartes of the War Gang instantly became living bombs, their eye sockets and mouths emitting golden light.

Boom! Rumble!

A violent explosion struck, shattering everything around it; the metal floor and ceiling were melted and cracked.

A chaotic Astartes silently emerged from the smoke, wielding a thunder hammer, activating its disintegration field, and slamming it down at a tricky angle.

A sharp, metallic clang rang out as the sword struck the area below the hammerhead, the combined force snapping the enemy's weapon in two.

After slicing through the Thunder Hammer, the sword did not stop its attack, continuing to slash into Astartes' chest from behind.

With a sizzle, the enemy in front of Leo was cleaved in two, hammer and all.

Leo could sense the shock of the enemies around him; they had no idea that this tall guy was so ferocious.

Emil roared.

"Maintain formation and clear the Primitive's flanks and rear!"

The Exorcist Band immediately positioned themselves behind Primarch, unleashing bombs and chainsaws simultaneously, while Leo charged forward to clear a path, killing anyone who stood in his way.

The enemy ship's interior was writhing, with flesh bulging from the walls, and a chained demon imprisoned at the edge of the engine area. Eight-pointed star decorations covered the surfaces of various objects.

As Leo pushed forward, he became increasingly certain that the ship had become half-demonized.

He intends to destroy this place and lead his team into the core power zone.

They raced forward, trying to find the spaceship's engine as quickly as possible to cut off the enemy's retreat.

The Sword of Enlightenment mobilized all available troops, and a dense mass of Astartes blocked the passage.

Leo lost patience. To eliminate so many Space Marines, he needed sufficient firepower, and time and terrain were both at a disadvantage.

Fortunately, he still had enough strength.

Emil was about to order a full-scale attack when he was interrupted by the Primarch in front of him.

"Back off!"

The exorcists did it almost instinctively.

Leo gripped the Heavenly Punishment Greatsword with both hands, white light and crackling electric arcs illuminating the entire passage. Psionic energy expanded and grew based on the blade, surging in size.

The enemies in front of him fired desperately at him, trying to stop the giant's next move; some even charged forward with chainsaw swords in hand.

"Zheng—!"

The entire passage was cleaved open horizontally. The arc of the Divine Punishment Sword resembled a sun wheel. The walls, floors, interceptors, and the flesh and blood structure behind them all collapsed simultaneously. Blazing light surged deeper into the passage, and the sound of explosions rolled out along the belly of the enemy ship. Many loyal Space Marines stood behind Leo, watching this scene with wide eyes.

They finally understood why Primarchs were written into mythology.

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The series of explosions shook the ship.

Nathan, the leader of the war gang on the bridge, had already seen everything Leo had done, and his soldiers were being sliced ​​to death one by one.

It seems that the Sword of Enlightenment has reached its end, but it doesn't matter. Its masters have already bestowed blessings upon it, and its lifespan is immeasurable.

Time is not an issue; he can make a comeback.

"Evacuate." He stared at the giant in the projection, sword in hand, advancing. "Bring the slaves over, we're going back to the warp."

Several chaotic Astartes dragged over a few half-dead slaves, pressed them against the edge of the magic circle, and blood flowed along the engravings, causing an eerie light to emanate from the bridge.

Before the ceremony was fully completed, the entire ship shuddered again, and Leo had found the power core.

Leo stared at the complex machine, which was more than ten meters tall, in front of him. It was a mixture of metal and flesh, and it trembled and beat like a heart.

He pierced the engine casing with his sword, and psionic energy rushed into the interior through the crack. The Chaos Engine actually let out a sigh of relief.

Golden light flows wildly along the pipes or blood vessels, about to trigger a collapse.

Emil rushed to his side, his voice hoarse.

"Your Highness, it will be too late if we don't leave now."

Leo glanced around and knew it was about time.

"Seize the transport ship and retreat."

The exorcist company immediately turned around and, half a minute later, forcibly seized a shuttle. The group fought their way out.

Once everyone was seated inside, the vehicle emitted a plume of flame and detached from the warship.

Leo snapped his fingers.

The entire Chaos Warship began to crack from the middle, with flames shooting out along the cracks and making a deafening noise.

The magic circle on the bridge was shattered by Leo's psionic aftershocks. Golden waves of fire surged over it like a tidal wave, instantly clearing the fel energy from the bridge. The backlash from the magic circle took away most of his power.

Nathan coughed up blood; that last blow had almost killed him. Looking at the shaking floor beneath his feet, he gave up on his plan to return to the warp.

In the critical moment, he looked up into the eyes of a Chaos Space Marine beside him and cast a spell as fast as he could. Chaos energy instantly took over the life of the warrior who deserved to die. Nathan used the evil magic he had previously used on Exile as a beacon to forcibly complete a short-distance teleportation.

The next moment, he disappeared from the bridge.

The people on the surface of Exile saw the Chaos Warship burning and falling in the sky, disintegrating in mid-air.

Emil sat in the cabin, watching the scene outside the window, feeling a surge of pleasure.

It's over. The main force of the Sword of Enlightenment is finished. The great revenge has been taken.

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A flash of lightning appeared, and a figure appeared in the open space outside the monastery.

Nathan's teleportation location landed right near the area where the combat nun squad was clearing out the remaining enemies.

In the mud, a disheveled Nathan had just tumbled out of a twisted mass of blood and light, his two-foot-long cane rolling to the side. Looking up, he saw several white-haired women standing in front of him.

Kara, who was in the lead, looked down at the person in front of her with disdain.

She started the chainsaw sword's engine, removed her helmet, and walked step by step toward Nathan, the iron halo on the back of her neck glowing golden.

Kara stared intently at Nathan's face, raised her chin, and rebuked the traitor before her, making no attempt to hide her agitation.

"The God-Emperor will never forgive a traitor like you!"