Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Duker ignored the gangsters and looked at the little girl.

This girl was about eleven or twelve years old, with beautiful blond hair and a very thin body due to malnutrition.

Now she was curled up on the ground, no higher than Dukel's knees.

From the perspective of the original body, it looked like a dirty little beast.

There was a nameplate hanging around the girl's neck and a photo in her hand.

The photo shows a little girl posing with a couple.

A family of three, smiling brightly.

It was in sharp contrast to the timidity and gloominess in the girl's eyes when she looked at Duker at this moment.

"Excuse me, what's going on?"

Duker showed a rare smile and asked the little girl softly.

In addition to the girl's powerful psychic talent, he was also curious about what happened to make the girl look like this.

The girl didn't reply, she just sat on the ground and stared at him.

"Sir, this girl is a heretic, don't believe what she says!"

"She brings misfortune to everyone around her!"

The gangster holding a knife on the side spoke quickly when he saw this.

He wanted to say something more.

But he was kicked to the ground by Efilar who came after him.

Dare to make noise in front of the holy primarch, it is simply a matter of life and death.

The gangster clutched his chest and lay on the ground wailing. He didn't know how many ribs he had broken.

"You'd better shut up. If you dare to make any more noise, I'll kill you directly."

Efilar's voice sounded, and he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to cry, and he covered his mouth tightly.

Duker knelt down, touched the girl's hair, and asked gently again,

"Excuse me, what happened?"

This time, he used psychic energy.

Under his guidance, the girl finally spoke.

After hearing the girl's story, Duker's expression did not change, but he was very angry with the hot-tempered Efilar.

"That's what you're overlooking."

The original body turned and said to the elder nun.

Efilar's status is too high, so high that it is difficult to see clearly the suffering suffered by ordinary people.

In her eyes, ordinary people who don't need to go to the battlefield are thousands of times happier than the Space Marines.

But they ignore that ordinary people also have sufferings that belong to ordinary people.

The girl's father was originally a logistics soldier of the Planetary Defense Force. Unfortunately, he died in the previous battle of Chaos Invasion.

Although this is regrettable, there is nothing we can do about it.

The only people to blame are those warp demons.

Misfortunes never come singly, the girl's mother was also seriously injured in the war and was paralyzed in bed.

There is a pension for those who sacrifice themselves for the Empire.

The girl went to collect her father's pension, but was kicked out without asking for a penny and was even beaten.

Her mother died a few days later because she had no money for medical treatment.

A girl with no source of income could only make ends meet by picking up garbage. But during a fight with a homeless gang for scraps, she accidentally used her psychic powers.

From then on, she was targeted by a group of people who planned to sell her to the black market.

On the black market, psykers can fetch very high prices.

After listening to the little girl's story.

Efilar took a few deep breaths before forcing himself to calm down.

Duker thought further.

As the second holy land, Ophelia No. 7 is basically the most prosperous world where the people of the empire live the best life.

But chaos also occurred frequently under the erosion of chaos.

So how miserable is the other human world now?

"Take this girl back and investigate this matter. No matter who is involved, arrest them all. If anyone dares to resist, kill them directly."

Behind Dukel, several men in black uniforms appeared. They were intelligence agency personnel.

Although it is not as powerful as the Inquisition and the Assassin's Court, it still has very strong abilities.

Several gangsters were dragged away, and the intelligence agencies had their own methods of extracting confessions.

A logistics soldier of the Planetary Defense Force, his wife and children suffered so much after his death.

Even pensions have been withheld.

It's just a good time to get to the bottom of this matter and directly eliminate the corrupt side of this world.

Dukel and Efilal continued to walk around the city.

Specially go to investigate those things that are usually easily ignored by them, but they involve countless blind spots for ordinary people.

The intelligence agency was very efficient and quickly pulled out a long list.

The corruption and black market leaders involved more than 5,000 people.

When Duker returned to the room, the list was placed on his desk.

At this time, the heart is in the net.

Because the Primarch was personally involved in soothing the wounded, the effect was better than ever.

The most intuitive feedback is that the number of members of the Heart Network has begun to increase rapidly.

As more and more people join the Heart Network.

The tasks are not divided enough.

Those who can join the Heart Network are all elite warriors of the empire. They quickly form teams and perform tasks with amazing efficiency.

Whether it was the previous mission to defeat the planetary governor, or the daily expulsion of warp demons.

As long as the task has been posted, it will be swept away.

This also resulted in many members who did not get the task, and their resentment was enough to feed a subspace demon alone.

"Damn it, are you guys staring at the task board all the time? My eating bowl is not so clean!"

"A quick hand can help, but a slow hand can't. I recently completed three tasks and got one hundred points. I'm so happy."

"Please, let me take a task too."

Seeing this situation, Duker simply divided each person on the list into a task and uploaded it to the Heart Network.

Thousands of targets, thousands of tasks.

It seems like a lot, but in front of the anxious Heart Network members, they were snapped up in just a few minutes.

The members who received the task looked at the task introduction.

Suddenly, the entire chat channel exploded.

"Tsk tsk. The targets of this mission are all big shots."

"These mission targets are actually the top dignitaries of Ophelia VII!"

"These names look so familiar. The world I was born in is also controlled by them."

"The initiator of this mission is still His Highness Dukel. Are you going to start a big cleanup?"

"It doesn't matter. As long as there are points, it's fine. It's just right to take revenge. These guys have done a lot of "good things" in my hometown."

"Your Highness Dukel is wise. These pests should have been dealt with long ago."

These people on the list, even if they are not in charge of Ophelia VII, rarely intervene in politics, but the members of the Heart Network still know their weight.

Each of them controls the economy and industry of one or several worlds.

It can even be said that clearing all these people will cause serious vacancies in the upper and middle class social structure of this world.

That is, Dukel, as the original body, has enough confidence.

If it were someone else, even if they knew how much harm these people's actions would cause, it would be difficult to make such a decisive decision.

This is a war without gunpowder.

This time, the enemy's threat to the Empire is no less than those Warp Demons.

Duker exited the Heartnet.

Suddenly, he received a message from the Great Sage Gris, the supervisor of the construction.

"Gris actually figured out a new power armor with the knowledge I gave him?"

Duker became interested.

You know, in the Warhammer world, the bonus of power armor to warriors is the most direct and effective.