Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

"Your Majesty, thank you very much, Your Highness."

"Brothers have never fought such a rich battle."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

After learning that the Primarch agreed that the Sons of the People would join the Crusade, and assigned them ten Moon-class cruisers, hundreds of Thunderbirds, thousands of sets of Crusade-standard power armor, and tens of thousands of chainswords, After monomolecular knives, bolters and other Space Marine military supplies.

The chapter leader of the Sons of the People almost burst into tears.

But for Duker and his expeditionary army, these supplies are just a small part of the inventory that has been accumulated in the warehouse.

This is mainly due to Gris, the great mechanical sage who specializes in mechanical creation. It is precisely because of his existence that the Space Marine armaments of the Expeditionary Legion have always been in a state of overcapacity.

As early as Ophelia VII, when the expedition fleet was being prepared, the great sage used his power and energy to renovate a powerful fleet with two Glory Queen-class battleships.

The scale of this fleet once made Duker feel outrageous.

But after meeting Caul and discovering that Caul had refurbished the Regent's Macragge's Flair and built hundreds of thousands of Primaris Space Marines,

The Primarch began to feel that each of these Martian oilmen, known as the Great Sages, was more outrageous than the last.

In addition to the flagship Soul Fire, another Glory Queen-class battleship "Om Messiah's Wrath", and its affiliated Mechanicum fleet, it can be said that it is a large-scale forging world.

Hundreds of millions of mortal workers, as well as countless mechanical priests, worked day and night to build various powerful mechanical creations.

It is worth mentioning that when Duker and the scientific research team developed the 'Psychic Series' exclusive military equipment for the Second Legion and put his descendants into the assembly line, the scale of the machinery factory on board the Soul Fire gradually increased. The trend of becoming bigger and stronger.

In stark contrast to this excess production capacity, is the pitifully small number of Space Marines in the expedition fleet.

Even after Duker woke up, he relied on the advantage of the Heart Network to integrate Ophelia Seven and many nearby rich worlds at an extremely fast speed. He had a good foundation; and in the subsequent Great Expedition, Thousands of imperial worlds were rescued, and a large amount of supplies and troops were absorbed in the process.

In this process, whether it is a mortal army or a Space Marine Chapter, as long as they are interested in joining, Dukel will not refuse anyone who comes.

But even so, there are really too few Space Marines in the Great Rift, even including the newly-joined Sons of the People Chapter.

The number of Space Marines under the Expeditionary Legion is only about 30,000.

But this is much better than at the beginning of the expedition. When Duker first unified Ophelia VII, a world known as the Second Holy Land, there were only about a thousand Space Marines recruited.

Fortunately, this is the headquarters of the Sisters, with a large number of battle nuns; and Dukel later developed single-body enhancement technologies such as the 'Life Magnetic Field', which enhanced the combat power of mortals.

Otherwise, with the combat power of the expeditionary legion, it would be difficult to start the Dark Crusade.

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After the Sons of the People joined, the thousands of engines of the expedition fleet roared again and returned to Baal.

In the past few days after returning, Duker went to meet Vulkan several times again, or rather the forging brother of the Son of the People, Nakluf.

Because of the lack of the subject's will, the opponent's genetic abilities are almost completely dormant. They look like mortals and do not reveal any characteristics of a demigod.

Duker collected some biological samples from his body and began to formulate a plan against the orc network.

Vulkan's sudden appearance was a surprise to him.

Before that, he transformed into Brother Du and was alone in the orc network. It could also be said that he was making a living in the territory of Mao Ershen.

But now, there are two primarchs and two orc gods in the orc network. If the number of people is the same, why do you think that the orc network belongs to the orc network and not to the empire? !

Duker has a dream. One day, he will change the name of the Orc Network to the Imperial Network.

One day, he will make every Ork orc proudly call himself an Imperial Orc, and make every Imperial Orc proudly hold up his chest.

One day, the orcs will only have two brothers, Brother Du and Brother Fu!

As for Brother Go and Brother Mao, who are they? Not familiar, really not familiar.

In the following time, Dukel analyzed Vulcan's genetic characteristics and used the calculation power of the mental network to plan for this dream.

But this process is bound to be difficult.

The despicable and shameless orc gods occupy the empire's network. They have enslaved too many imperial orcs. It is not an easy task to make these loyal orcs turn back and drive away the two shameless gods.

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Duker was immersed in the use of computing power. A few days passed by in a blink of an eye, and the Soul Fire docked in the outer orbit of Baal's world.

Under the leadership of the Blood Angels, Dulquer, Guilliman and the navigator Varro took their psychic instruments to the hidden underground of the world of Baal.

Few people know that there is a secret place deep underground on Baal Prime; during the siege of Terra ten thousand years ago, the body of Sanguinius who died in battle was preserved here.

In that battle, Horus brutally killed the noble archangel in front of the Emperor, and used the blasphemous power granted by the Four Gods to end Sanguinius' life.

No one knows what method the Blood Angels used to successfully bring the archangel's body back to Baal Prime from the battlefield where the gods fought.

In the dark age of science and technology, Baal Prime had a brilliant technological civilization. Underground in this world, a large amount of old-era human technology is still hidden.

The Blood Angels used these technological creations from the Dark Ages to preserve the remains of the Archangels, and have been trying to reverse their genetic father's state of death.

But this is almost impossible. The physical injuries may be nothing, but Sanguinius's soul was also shattered by the power of the four gods. It can be said that there is no possibility of resurrection.

When everyone came to the deepest part of the Baal underground, here was the tomb of Sanguinius.

Although the Blood Angels used the forbidden technology of the old era, they were still unable to completely repair the archangel's body. At this time, the body of the perfect son was still covered with horrific wounds.

Duker saw with his own eyes that miserable brother, with wings on his back and handsome appearance, his expression still carried the sorrow and pain that had not disappeared for thousands of years, suspended in the force field.

During the Great Rebellion, Sanguinius chose to go to Terra calmly even though he knew he would die. He dedicated his life to the Empire as his last loyalty, and joined the Emperor's gang to enter the place where he was destined to die. Horus's battleship the Vengeful Spirit.

He used the last of his strength to buy the Emperor precious time and leave a gap in Horus' armor.

Even though the other person has died long ago, Dukel's spiritual power can still sense the other person's grief and redemption.

He looked at the Archangel's body, and the memory of the No. 2 Primarch, which had been completely integrated with him, kept resurrecting in his heart, and his eyes also overflowed with great sadness.

"Sanguinius, the archangel who has been sleeping for thousands of years, get up and face this era of ignorance and madness together with us, and face the blasphemous darkness together. Everything is completely different from the past. It has become The history that has been buried in the dust, the once glorious empire has fallen into decay, and what we once protected together has now become something that we have to face."

"Look at Guilliman's forehead, there are already wrinkles. Magnus's head was cut off by me and hung on his waist. And Fulgrim, this guy is even more difficult to look at than he was ten thousand years ago. "

Duker stood in front of the archangel and whispered. He was not sure whether the other party could hear him, but he was just talking to himself about everything he had seen in the past few years.

The words spoken calmly by the original body aroused the emotions of everyone around him, and the atmosphere in this underground space became increasingly sad.

The Blood Angel veterans responsible for guarding had red eyes, and Dante's face hidden behind the mask also had tears in his eyes. Guilliman lowered his head and remained silent.

There was silence all around, except for Dukel's voice, echoing lonely.

Until a certain moment, he saw a drop of crystal tears flashing in the corner of the archangel's eyes - but he couldn't be sure. Even with the original body's keen vision, he couldn't be sure whether this fleeting light was actually... real.

But his stated words paused for this,

"Activate the psychic instrument, Varro."

Duker ordered, and under his command, a faint noise sounded inside the psychic instrument, and countless tubes were connected to Varro's brain.

The original body is also transmitting spiritual power to Varro through the heart network, strengthening the navigator's soul.

At this moment, when all preparations have been done to the extreme,

The psychic instrument suddenly turned on——

In the spiritual realm, Sanguinius, who felt as if he had been sleeping for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the blue sky.

The flawless white clouds float slowly in the blue sky, the golden sunshine shines down, the grass beneath you is soft and comfortable, everything is peaceful and soothing.

He sat up from the grass, the white wings behind him waving slowly and forcefully. After shaking off the grass clippings between the feathers, he looked at his palms and felt that everything was so real and yet so unreal.

"here it is"

Sanguinius looked around blankly. His memory was missing a lot, but he still remembered the moment when he was killed by Horus.

At that moment, the sound of Zi Si crying frantically still appeared in his mind.

He had some unclear memories after that, but only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have been sleeping in a golden palace, shrouded in golden light.

"I died, but I woke up again." Sanguinius thought in his heart, "Great Father, was it you who woke me up again?"

The archangel looked around, and a wonderful scenery without any obstacles spread out in front of him.

Continuous green mountains, magnificent emerald forests, interspersed with a raging river.

Countless herbivores roamed the forest, feasting on the delicate grass; giant soaring birds passed over his head and hovered high in the sky.

Sanguinius sat on the soft grass, his holy face bathed in golden sunlight.

"Where is this?"

Sanguinius spoke, but no one responded.

The archangel took a deep breath, savoring the rich grassy fragrance of the fertile earth. An unrestrained world where many creatures live. This extremely pure air made him feel very happy. The refreshing air flowing through his lungs was as sweet and pleasant as fine wine.

This place is as beautiful as a dream - but why did he come here, and what is this place?

The archangel who had just woken up had countless mysteries in his heart.

He spread his white wings and determined to further explore the environment here to see if he could find the answer he wanted in this world.

Sanguinius flew for who knows how long, but he was still unable to fly out of the area shrouded in golden sunlight.

He came to a quietly flowing stream and sighed in distress,

"Looks like I can't leave here."

He felt that he should leave. I don't know when he started, but there were faint whispers in his ears. Those voices were telling him about the changes in the empire over the past ten thousand years after his death.

In those voices, he seemed to see battles breaking out one after another, the glorious empire declining, human civilization on the verge of collapse, countless lives lost, the people of the empire falling into war and ignorance, but there was no greatness anymore. Can give them salvation.

He saw a suffocating despair in it, and he saw that the beauty he had fought for was trampled by blasphemy. He saw that the empire was like an old man who was dying, relying on countless blood and sacrifices to survive for a short time in the dark world.

The archangel's holy face showed sorrow and pain.

With a whisper, he began to feel the urge to leave.

Suddenly, a small flame floated in front of him, flickering like a firefly.

From the light of the fireflies, he felt a familiar yet unfamiliar atmosphere.

"Dukeer? Is it you? Are you here too? So you didn't leave completely, but were placed here by our father?"

Sanguinius had a look of shock on his face, that aura belonged to his brother, to a man who should never be seen again.

"Archangel?"

The firefly also made a sound of surprise and flew in front of Sanguinius.

"So you are not Dukel." After seeing the light of the fireflies clearly, the archangel sounded a little disappointed.

"Child, who are you and why are you here?"

He asked looking at the flames in front of him. Although he was a little disappointed, his voice was still gentle. He was afraid that if he spoke a little louder, the flames in front of him would be extinguished and turned into nothing.

"I am here with a mission. I am here for you, great Primarch. The Empire needs you."