Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The sky is filled with yellow sand and the endless desert.

Dukel walked among them, and after a brief period of confusion, he understood that this was the ritual of Khorne.

When the Expeditionary Legion arrived in this world together with Guilliman's team, the primarch thought that he had walked out of the trap of the gods and had absolute victory, but he forgot that the game of the gods ran through the long years and never There have been breaks.

Duker's steps soon came to a halt - not far from him, in the yellow sand, a certain Khorne demon that roared blasphemy gradually appeared.

Behind the great demon, there is an extremely large legion of Khorne, including the Vampires, Flesh Hounds, Khorne Warriors, Khorne Bloodcrushers, and Khorne Skullcrushers.

One legion after another emerged, each legion of Khorne containing 8888 units.

Facing such a huge Khorne army, the original body just chuckled and raised the chain sword in his hand.

"Is that all?"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

In the giant gladiatorial arena formed by the boundless desert, the demons of Khorne roared and took the lead in charging, but there was only one person walking in the direction of their blades.

"Come!"

Undaunted, Duker tore his way through Khorne's legions and launched the first attack on the great Daemon of Khorne.

Among the great demons of the four gods, in terms of combat ability alone, the great demon of Khorne is definitely the strongest.

But in Duker's eyes, the great demon of Khorne was the easiest to kill. Regardless of speed, strength or combat skills, he was suppressed in all aspects.

After only a brief exchange, Duker found the opponent's flaw, and then used the chain sword in his hand to cut the opponent in half - in the process, he did not even use the speed or strength to surpass the opponent.

The big devil's mountain-like body collapsed instantly, followed by a one-sided massacre.

Every time Duker kills a demon, a grain of yellow sand in this boundless desert will be soaked with blood.

But there are countless yellow sands in the desert, and the sand grains brought up by each movement of the original body are measured in millions. How could such a small change be noticed.

The massacre is still going on.

In just 22 hours, he slaughtered this huge Khorne army.

And after killing so many demons, the damage Duker suffered was only a few insignificant scratches on his power armor.

But what concerned him was that Dukel did not extract the origin of chaos from any demon in this battle.

However, the original body soon understood that this was not reality or subspace, but the spiritual world built by the Blood God.

"That's it?"

Dukel smiled disdainfully. His move was undoubtedly provoking the owner here, but the Blood God was not angry. In fact, except for the Blood God's hymn that occasionally echoed in his mind, until Now the Lord of Skulls has not shown any more actions.

But soon the Primarch discovered that the Blood God's ritual was not that simple.

Only 8 hours have passed.

The huge demon army once again appeared in the rolling yellow sand.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

The moment the demon of Khorne manifested, it launched a charge.

"Come again!"

Of course, Dukel was not helpless. He smiled and rushed forward, once again tore a bloody path, and rushed straight towards the great demon of Khorne.

But this time, he was keenly aware that this big demon had become stronger.

It was not an increase in speed and strength, but an increase in skill - but this insignificant increase was not enough to cause trouble to Duker. After a brief fight, Duker chopped off the opponent's head with a sword.

Then, as before, they massacred the demon army.

This time he did the same thing, and it only took him twenty-two hours.

Although the Khorne Legion's combat skills had improved this time, it only left two more superficial scratches on his armor.

Dukel silently counted the time in his heart. The next time the demons emerged from the yellow sand, he was keenly aware that this time the time was 8 seconds earlier than before.

When it comes to combat, the Primarch has always been willing to accept anyone who comes.

The demons are returning from the yellow sand faster and faster.

There is no rest until the last moment. The big demons and demon legions killed in the last second will attack again from the yellow sand in the sky in the land of nothingness in the next second.

Time has no meaning here. Duker doesn't know how long he has been fighting. He only knows that in the endless battle, the entire desert has been soaked with blood, from the vaguely mottled blood shadows to every grain of yellow sand.

He was fighting in a red desert.

The armor all over his body was already in tatters, and even the body, which looked like it was made of fine steel, had large and small scars left in the battle.

But this is the spiritual world. He can consume mental or spiritual power to heal wounds on his body. Although his spiritual power is not unlimited, when necessary, he can also extract the spiritual energy of the members of the Heart Network through the Heart Network. .

"Pfft!——"

In the red desert, Duker tore the last Khorne Daemon in half, an ugly vampire. When it died, the last grain of yellow sand in the desert was soaked with blood.

The taste of blood was extremely sweet at this moment. The original body instinctively slashed at the next target, but the chain sword in his hand found nothing.

After losing his target, Duker quickly looked around, looking for traces of the devil - he longed for the appearance of the devil, longed for pure battle, longed for simple blood

Having lost his goal, he greedily breathed in the sweet smell of blood in the air. When the strong smell of blood continued to pour into his nose, the restlessness in his heart calmed down a little.

He has forgotten how long he has been here, a hundred years? millennium? The killings every minute and every second had long made him feel attached to him like poppies.

But now, the devil no longer appears.

"It's over." Duker sighed sadly. At this moment, he was like an unsatisfied drug addict.

He sat on the blood-soaked desert without any scruples. Only after the killing was completely over did he feel the exhaustion that made him almost dizzy.

This was the first time he felt tired from the bottom of his heart since he traveled to this original body.

He checked his mind and discovered that the evil thoughts of human beings that had been unable to be transformed due to absorbing human beliefs for a long time were now reduced by two-thirds.

The long killing process actually consumed most of the malice that even Duker could not convert.

"So? Is that all you have, so why not stop this ceremony? Or do you have more sacrifices that can please me?"

Duker sat in the bloody sand, mocking the blood god's incompetence unbridled.

But apart from the hymns that echoed more and more frequently in his mind, the Skull Lord did not give any response.

until--

"Ta" "Ta" "Ta"

The sound of slow footsteps sounded.

The demons of Khorne were not the only ones whose martial arts had improved during the long period of killing. Dukel had also made great progress in the endless battles.

He could tell just from the sound of footsteps that this was definitely an extremely powerful warrior.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a warrior completely shrouded in blood shadow, walking towards him step by step with a giant blade in hand.

"The demons failed to kill you, even once."

The blood-shrouded warrior praised Dukel.

"Those wastes alone cannot defeat me. No matter how many times I kill demons, I will not feel tired. When the sword in my hand is full of demon blood, I will only feel sincere pleasure." Dukel Looking at each other with burning eyes,

"Even you are the same, there is no difference in my eyes."

"Really?" The aloof warrior chuckled, pointing the giant blade in his hand at the original body, "Do you need me to give you time to rest, Dukel?"

"No, it's the same thing if I kill you and then rest."

Two chapters first, and there will be more tonight.

I’m really busy during the Chinese New Year, so let’s first pay for the 3 additional chapters of the 300 monthly tickets for the new book issue.

Let’s work hard to update again after the new year. Happy New Year.