Warhammer: Primarch's Life from the Beginning

Imperial Will, Engine Area.

The subspace breathes; it is not matter that mortal science can comprehend. It is madness, it is greed. It is insatiable, it craves human sins and emotions. It thirsts for souls, it thirsts for the light of empires; it wants to devour order and drown it in darkness.

Sicarius fell to his knees for the second time, one hand pressed to his chest. How long ago was it? Half a minute?

The demon Nurgle drew out its long, spike-like tail and flung him aside. In the darkness, it was impossible to see what he had hit, and Sicarius rolled over and lay on the ground.

His body couldn't hold on any longer, he thought. He managed to deflect the attack, but it had left him seriously injured.

Sicarius thought he was already familiar with these kinds of desperate situations. Could he still turn the tide this time?

The whispers in my ear hadn't stopped since I started, I didn't know if they were coming from the monstrous creature in front of me or something else.

"All things decay... but all living beings are immortal..." The corrupt world extended an invitation to him.

In the dimly lit room, a dark shadow suddenly shot up in front of Sicarius's eyes. He instinctively sprang off the ground and fell into a pile of goo next to him. The wall behind him was cleaved open by a slash.

One of the monster's arms had somehow grown mantis claw blades.

Sicarius mustered all his strength to stand up. Astartes' superhuman body was constantly helping him heal his injuries, but it wasn't enough for him to deliver a fatal blow.

One part of his brain was thinking about how to kill the monster in front of him after he recovered, while the other part was trying to figure out what was going on with that earth-shattering explosion above his head.

He gripped his longsword and assumed a fighting stance, awaiting his opponent's next attack. His stamina was already depleted, and any unnecessary movement would hasten his death.

Several breaths passed, and Sicarius wondered why the beast hadn't made its move. Was it toying with him? Like a apex predator, slowly watching its prey struggle in vain, dying in despair?

Then, the creature retreated, its gray-green skin encasing overly taut and bloated muscles, retreating along the wall with a strange laugh, its dense array of eyes not focused on itself.

It is looking behind it.

The darkness began to recede.

It didn't dissipate; the darkness in my field of vision, like some living thing, retracted its tentacles.

At this moment, Sicarius could vaguely see the corroded veins covering the ground, and a faint light gradually flowed through these veins, with light seeping from the cracks in the walls and floor.

The festering sores on that monstrous creature began to emit bluish smoke, and for the first time, its voice, a mixture of chuckles and groans, changed.

It let out a hiss.

With the sword tip pressed against the ground, Sicarius braced himself with his fists to keep from falling. Warm yellow light poured in from behind, gradually illuminating the space. He saw his shadow cast onto the monster in front of him.

He couldn't help but think that he was hallucinating due to excessive blood loss.

The monster trembled, stretching out all its limbs as if sensing a dangerous beast and trying to scare away its natural enemy with a show of force.

Sicarius finally couldn't help but turn around and look. A person much taller than him, whose armor radiated a dazzling golden light and whose back was churning with destructive power, slowly walked towards him, carrying a burning greatsword.

Is this... the soul returning to the throne?

Is that really Him? All these years, my actions have caused so many imperial warriors to perish in this sea of ​​souls. Even so, can I still be forgiven?

As the man drew closer, the surrounding rotting flesh and pus withered and peeled away, turning into ashes that rose into the air. Sicarius relaxed his tense muscles, and his longsword almost slipped from his hand.

His eyes behind his helmet were unfocused, and he tried his best to strike a proper pose; this was his moment of glory.

But things didn't go as planned, and he didn't receive the guidance of his soul.

The giant stepped aside and walked past from the side, and Sicarius finally recognized the person in front of him.

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These corruptions, these chaotic demons, are false, not real.

They are merely fantasies and concepts derived from the desires of the warp gods themselves.

This is the subspace, the home of demons, and also their abode.

Leo heard the man's whisper in his ear.

+Willpower is paramount; illusions will eventually fade away.+

Then the monstrous beast in front of Leo began to spontaneously combust. The edges of its body began to blur, like a piece of yellowed paper being charred and torn apart by the fire. This terrifying creature struggled slightly and then stopped moving.

The mucus on its face dried up from the high temperature, and its seven eyes, dry and cracked, stared intently at Leo.

It didn't let out the roar that demons were known for, but instead continued to chuckle maniacally, only its voice was more hoarse, "Father's garden...hehehe...there will always be a place for you..."

Then its body collapsed with a thud, as if it had completed its mission, leaving only a pile of charred remains.

Leo remained unmoved. Nurgle made no attempt to conceal his greed, but unlike Mortarian, the Death Lord, he wasn't destined to return to the Lord of Decay. Now, everything he had was firmly tied to the Emperor, so these were just empty words.

Then, Leo looked at an Ultra Warrior next to him. This disheveled warrior had broken armor, a torn cloak, and blood flowing from a gash in his chest.

"Sicarius?"

"Yes, Your Highness Leo." The knight swayed, managing to stand firmly. "I don't understand... how did you end up here?"

Sicarius had no time to think. He leaned forward slightly and said anxiously, "Your Highness, many people on this ship are about to die at the hands of the enemy. Please provide assistance."

Leo looked at him in surprise. This Ultra Warrior had just gone through a bloody battle and was still concerned about the lives on this ship. He truly deserved the name of a hero.

"I will do my best." Leo raised his hand and placed it on Sicarius's shoulder, channeling his psionic energy into him.

The fatigue in Sicarius vanished, and he looked down at his palms.

Such a thing is unbelievable; even Lord Guilliman couldn't have done it.

"Please follow me." He immediately gripped his longsword and strode towards the depths of the deck. "I need to confirm whether the warp engine can be repaired."

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The tides of the Sea of ​​Souls tore at the metal body of the Imperial Will, breaking its iron frame. Even with her desperate struggle, she could not escape the fate of the ship shattering.

The upper decks were ablaze with the destructive flames of the High Heavens, and most of the evil had fled to the lower decks. Most of them were cultists and Chaos Space Marines, unlike demons who could regenerate freely in the warp. They too harbored a fear of death, and since the traitors' ships had been destroyed, this crumbling Imperial vessel had become their final iron coffin.

On their journey, Leo and his companion encountered fleeing enemies.

Sicarius immediately drew his sword to meet the enemy, his figure as swift as the wind. The Chaos warriors at the front couldn't even touch his armor. After a flash of blade, the enemy was dismembered.

Just as he unleashed a furious slash, cleaving a cultist from head to abdomen, the Primarch beside him lost his patience.

Leo knew the ship's current condition well and that not a minute could be wasted.

Within the subspace, the black sun representing the emperor was continuously channeling power into his body, and the Heavenly Punishment Holy Sword in his hand erupted with dazzling light.

Leo's sword-wielding arm already showed faint signs of burns, and the skin beneath the gauntlet was cracking. He swung the sword forward violently, forcefully channeling psionic energy into the weapon from his palm, causing the gold on the holy sword to fade to white as the energy intensified.

In that instant, the air in the entire deck space surged with the wind from the sword, and the two of them were briefly trapped in a vacuum.

Along with the raging wind, the fragments of the nearby enemy's body also vanished.

Sicarius saw a line.

The line appeared in an instant, starting from the bottom left of the field of vision, extending along everything it passed to the top right of the field of vision, through piles of corpses, raging hordes of demons, and monsters climbing high walls several kilometers away.

Everything that passed through began to vanish; all matter existing along that path disintegrated, turning into gray dust.

Soon after.

The two stood in front of the subspace engine.

With their backs hollowed out and their heads nowhere to be found, the Ultramarines' technical sergeant lay motionless on the long-dead energy core, while the corpses of the Primal Forged Warriors were ravaged into various shapes, lying askew.

This position eventually fell.

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The battle nuns scurried about the ship, accompanied by tall mech servants, helping to move the towering original cast warriors and transport as many friendly soldiers as possible to the Holy Commandment.

Kara watched the fleeing remnants of the army before her, still guarding the crack in the upper deck of the ship.

Finally, through her helmet, she saw the Primarch arriving and the Second Company Commander following beside her.

The crew jumped into the transport ship, and the molten metal cannon blasted open the ship's hull. One vehicle after another roared out of the Imperial Will, passing through a fire net of shells and lasers, and returned to their mothership.

Sicarius looked back out the porthole at the ship that had been with him for so many years, which was eventually swallowed up by the storm amidst a series of explosions.