Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Dukel carried the Goddess of Life on his shoulders and walked out of Terra's palace without anyone noticing his presence. This is not stealth, but a cognitive distortion. As early as when his spiritual training technology reached the first level, he could simply use the power of his mind to influence other people's thoughts. Now his spiritual training technology has Reached the peak of the fourth level.

Modifying a mortal's consciousness is as easy as smearing a blank piece of paper.

Duker returned to his Heartfire and struck the Emperor with a sword that he had never struck thousands of years ago, allowing the Emperor to resurrect and eradicate the greatest hidden danger of the Empire, which made him feel... Genuinely relaxed.

And what he gained was far more than that.

At this time, in the original body's room, Duker was holding the sword of the mind.

The power of the soul surged along the sword, and then golden flames rose up.

This sword has become a true artifact, carrying the power and mind of the Emperor. Even if the Primarch holds it in his hand, it feels extremely heavy.

Duker named it the 'God-Killing Sword'. In a literal sense, this sword possesses the power to harm the true God.

It is no exaggeration to say that if during the war in Nurgle's Garden, Duker had held this artifact, he would have really dared to split open Nurgle's eternal mansion, leaving a trail for the God of Plague that would last for tens of millions of years. Indelible scars.

"And Curze. It turns out that he has really been lurking in front of the Golden Throne."

Dukel muttered.

Once again he found traces of a brother, even if he was an unlovable one.

It has been rumored that Curze transformed into a dark shadow beneath the throne after his death.

Some Imperial Guardsmen even saw it with their own eyes. There was a slender shadow in front of the Golden Throne looking at the Emperor, and they speculated that this shadow was probably one of the two Lords of the Night.

Dukel personally confirmed that this was not a rumor in front of the Emperor's Golden Throne.

This poor midnight ghost finally waited in front of the Golden Throne forever after death. He got rid of the torture of the prophecy and found true freedom.

The appearance of Coates was a surprise for Duker.

In the next few days, he began to make plans for the situation in Terra.

A few days later——

News of the Emperor's assassination in the throne room spread like wildfire.

Although the Imperial Guards tried their best to conceal the spread of this news, they still had little effect.

And the more the Imperial Guards tried to cover up, the more people in the empire became convinced that their Majesty had really been assassinated.

Countless dignitaries in high positions went to the palace of Terra to seek confirmation, but were blocked from the palace gates by the Imperial Guards, and kept silent about the emperor's assassination.

The concealment attitude of the Imperial Guards further confirmed the authenticity of this rumor.

The Ministry of Justice, the Inquisition, and even the Assassin's Chamber, many powerful institutions, all announced that they would intervene in the investigation.

At the same time, when this incident stirred the hearts of the entire Terra to unrest,

Aboard the Soul Fire——

"boom!"

Dukel slapped his palm on the table in front of him, and his extremely angry roar came from the office.

"What? Someone actually assassinated the Emperor?! In broad daylight, in the clear sky, someone actually assassinated the savior of mankind on sacred Terra?!"

The primarch was furious, like an angry tiger.

Magnus saw all this in his eyes and showed a very speechless expression, "Brother, don't blame Fulgrim for calling you hypocritical. Your behavior now makes me feel sick."

"Shut up!"

Duker gave him a slap and then gave instructions on the voice channel.

Soon, almost all the authorities on Terra received messages from the Expeditionary Legion at the same time.

The Fellowship declared that the Second Primarch would take full responsibility for the Emperor's assassination.

The reasons given by the Expeditionary Corps were also well-founded and impossible for them to refute.

——In the case of the Emperor's assassination, everyone on Terra is suspected, except for the Second Primarch, who has not yet entered Terra and has a sufficient alibi.

As the original body, Duker announced the news unilaterally without even the consent of the Terran authority.

Soon after the news was announced, he received multiple messages of feedback.

Forbidden Army Commander Waldo: "Sir, are you serious?"

Guilliman: "Brother, whatever you want to do next, I can provide you with some help."

Lion King: "Dukele, there are many people on Terra whose sins will not lead to death."

Look at the messages being delivered.

Dukel responded in turn.

"Brother, how do you plan to end this matter? You were the one who assassinated the Emperor, you were the one who spread the word about the Emperor's assassination, and you are the one who took over the case of the Emperor's assassination." Magnus asked from the side road,

"So, how should you catch this non-existent murderer? Don't just find someone to blame. The powerful people on Terra are not fools."

"Who said there was no murderer?" Duker asked, then picked up the sword burning with golden flames and established communication with the emperor.

"Old man, Coze can lend it to me for a while."

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Primarch Konrad Curze, the master of the Midnight Haunters, was considered by most Primarchs to be a monster, a madman so violent that he only knew how to kill.

He grew up in a world full of corruption, violence, bloodshed and gang wars. His experience growing up on this planet taught him the idea that only fear can bring order.

In his eyes, whether it is the law or the people who exercise the law, all they have to do is bring fear to people. Let people fear that they will pay the price for what they have done, and in the extreme fear, no one will dare to have a sinful heart.

Curze's method of unifying his home planet is fear. He wanders in the night and hunts everyone who commits crimes.

Until the whole world calms down, until no one dares to walk in the dark anymore.

Because they know that the midnight ghost is watching them. Under the shadow of Curze's fear, his home planet entered an egalitarian society that developed efficiently, and the entire society was harmonious because of the same terror.

Everyone needs to act strictly in accordance with law and order in order to avoid being targeted by midnight ghosts.

Any injustice or noise will result in the corpse of the person involved being seen the next day. The entire planet is like this, prospering and developing.

All civilians abide by the law, dress neatly, and work efficiently towards a common goal.

Curze's origin is similar to that of the Crow King. He is also good at decapitation tactics and the same master of the night, but the Crow King prefers to spread hope in the darkness.

Curze is good at spreading fear in the darkness. Every night, his planet will be so quiet that it seems as if the whole world has fallen asleep.

During the Horus Heresy, Curze joined the rebellion - only because he saw his own rebellion in the prophecy.

At the same time, he also accurately predicted his own death.

Curze has always been tortured by his uncontrollable prophecy ability. During the Great Rebellion, his behavior became increasingly chaotic and crazy. At the end of his life, he still tried his best to spread fear, and he was cruel to more places. way of killing.

Until the end, he followed the prophecy and died at the hands of an assassin from the Court of Assassins without any resistance.

"Who said there is no murderer?" Duker looked at Magnus, "Isn't that right?"

Magnus was silent.

Dukel's behavior left him speechless.

"Now, the murderer is ready. And I will also serve as the first detective of the galaxy to investigate the assassination of the Emperor." His eyes looked towards Terra, which was not far away, and looked at the radiant human mother planet. , the corner of his mouth raised an expectant smile.

"But there's no rush yet," he said.

"Let Curze fly a little longer."

At the same time, from the shadow of Terra, an unusually tall man walked out. His eyes contained a fatal coldness, like a strong wind, and his eyes were like claws tearing the skin of everyone in his eyes.

He disappeared silently into the darkness and walked in the city of Terra.

Now the world has become something he cannot understand.

The man hidden in the darkness couldn't help but shake his head when he looked at this gathering place filled with chaos, ignorance, and sin.

"What should I do?" Coze couldn't help but ask himself when he appeared in the world again after thousands of years.

The Emperor gave him no clear orders, and not even Dukel told him what he should do.

"Does this mean I just have to do what I do best?"

Curze's eyes gradually became filled with blood and madness.

"Where should I start?" His figure stood on the top of the spire of a Gothic building, overlooking the human city in front of him.

“The pain of death is nothing compared to the torture of justice.”

he muttered.

There were so many people he wanted to kill that he didn't know where to start.

over the next few days.

Many brutal and bloody murders occurred within the hive city of Terra, and every victim was a high-ranking dignitary.

The cruelty of his crimes,

Many witnesses were frightened and went insane.

Everyone on Terra is in danger.

A terrifying legend called "The Murderous Ghost" spread rapidly in the heart of the empire.

In this atmosphere of panic, some people speculated that the murderous ghost was the murderer of the Emperor.

This speculation spread quickly and was recognized by the vast majority of people in the empire.

Even in the past few days, no matter which city or street you go to on Terra, you can hear people talking about rumors about murderous ghosts assassinating the Emperor.

Some people even swore out the specific details of the murderous ghost's operation.

As time goes by, more and more people in the Empire are convinced that the murderous ghost is the murderer of the Emperor.

In the extremely depressing atmosphere of panic, everyone is looking forward to Dukel's arrival.

They hoped that the Second Primarch would arrive on Terra as soon as possible, deliver justice, and bring the Emperor's assassin to justice.

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After half a month, with the most efficient operation of the Terran Government Affairs Department, the expedition fleet finally passed the approval and obtained permission to enter Terra.

At this moment, the Eternal Palace on Terra, as the temporary residence of the original body, has made preparations for the arrival of the second original body. The space starport has specially prepared an ancient and brand-new parking space for the original body's vehicle. Ping.

This ancient creation is surrounded by many statues of saints, and the place is brightly lit by braziers for offering incense.

Although the hearts of Lord Terra were different at this time, many people in high positions had hidden feelings of rejection towards the returning original bodies.

But on the surface, they still have to receive every primarch with the highest standards.

As long as the Emperor's sanctity remains unquestioned, the Primarch, as the God-Emperor's biological son, remains nominally the common master of mortals.

People from all walks of life in fine attire gathered here, and every ray of Terra's air echoed with hymns in praise of the Emperor.

The twelve high lords of the Supreme Council, as well as tens of thousands of dignitaries, these supreme holders of imperial power, are now at the forefront of the procession to welcome the original body.

Priests of the state church walked among the crowd, and major families also sent envoys.

There was a huge crowd, and countless people were waiting for the moment the hatch opened.

They were looking forward to it, but also worried. Countless people held their breaths, and the devout believers were even afraid that their breathing would disturb the supreme and noble Son of God.

Amid the cheers of all the people, a thousand Doom Slayers and a thousand Blood Angels marched out of the hatch in a completely synchronized pace. Their appearance caused the cheers here to pause for a moment. These Primaris Space Marines are tall and proud. They carry all the fantasies that mortals have about heroes.

But at this moment, these great warriors are just standing humbly on both sides of the red carpet road, acting as guards, their sturdy heavy armor blocking the enthusiasm of the people.

Dukel and Sanguinius Jr. walked out side by side. The moment the two primarchs stepped out of the hatch, the enthusiasm of countless Imperial people was rekindled, and the cheers were deafening, like a strong wind and a tsunami.

Here comes the earthly god who walks among the stars.

Countless devout imperial people rushed to bow and salute.

Countless pairs of knees willingly prostrated themselves on the tiles stained with sacred dust, hands without hands performed the etiquette of an eagle, countless voices roared out their oaths of loyalty, and countless emotions converged into the most pious faith.

The subspace was in turmoil at this moment. Many people witnessed the majesty of the Son of God, and their eyes filled with tears. They were honored to be able to witness the return of the Son of God with their own eyes.

Little Sanguinius tried his best to put on a friendly smile on his face. Duker's expression was still cold and unsmiling. Under the protection of Doom Slayers and Blood Angels, they passed through the surging crowds with absolute calmness and peace of mind.

Facing this fanatical crowd, the two original bodies couldn't help but feel waves in their hearts.

"Ten thousand years have passed since the last time I came to Terra. I have fought for the truth of the Empire in this world, and I have also fought against my own blood relatives." Little Sanguinius sighed with his childish voice. , the face shows the vicissitudes of life that are in no way consistent with his age,

"This throne world that carries the supreme glory, this ancient heart of the empire, once glowed with the glory of hard work and progress, but now only religious blindness remains. Look at these ignorant and cruel religious buildings, Dukel, Until today, I intuitively feel why our father rejected religion. It incites people's hearts and obliterates human freedom and the spirit of diligence and progress. "

Little Sanguinius looked at everything in front of him with complicated eyes. The sense of dislocation between things and people and the sorrow of touching the scene were constantly fermenting in his heart.

Ten thousand years have passed, a full ten thousand years have passed, and everything has changed.

"It's not their fault." What surprised the archangel was that Dukel, who had always been like a blazing heart and could not tolerate any filth, now took the initiative to excuse the mortals.

"Religion is a poisonous thing. It poisons the spirit of the empire. Its poison is fierce and penetrates deep into the bone marrow. It makes people ignorant and blindly obedient. From our perspective, it is useless. But it is such a poisonous thing, but it still has it. It has an irreplaceable role - it can continue the last bit of vitality for our empire. "

"In the thousands of years when mortals were dragged into darkness by Chaos, the Emperor and the Primarch disappeared from history. Facing countless demons and aliens, the Empire was like a seriously ill person who was about to die. For As far as the empire at that time was concerned, as long as it could preserve his final life, it was no longer that important whether he drank poison or good medicine. "

"Drinking the poison of religion will not only violate the emperor's will, but also cause the empire to poison into the bone marrow and gradually lead to death. But if you don't drink it, the empire will die immediately. This is what the mortals will face at that time , a dilemma.”

Dukel's words made young Sanguinius fall into thinking, and his eyes became more and more compassionate. From these few words, he felt the despair of mankind.

Then, he heard Duker's voice again,

"We're going to make this better, brother. We're going to heal the Empire."

Duker's words were brief but powerful.

Sanguinius smelled something familiar from the voice, the smell of blood.

He looked at the crowd around him with compassion. The long road leading to the palace was crowded with people who came here admiringly. Men, women, the elderly, and children, blocked by their heirs, could only look at the two primarchs from a distance.

But when the original body passed by, everyone burst into cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami, and tears of joy flowed freely along countless faces.

What these fanatical believers must not have imagined at this moment is that their god is determined to eliminate them.

Many of them may become victims of the changing times. But more people, more vibrant lives, will jointly witness the empire rising again from the darkness, a country that exists in the common ideals of countless human beings.

Thinking of this, Sanguinius's heart gradually hardened.

Under the gaze of billions of mortals, the two primarchs entered the Royal Palace of Terra, and what greeted them was still Waldo, the commander of the Imperial Guard, whom Duker had met before.

Perhaps it was Duker's previous actions in the throne room that left such a deep impression on the commander of the Imperial Guard.

The moment Waldo saw him, his body hidden under the heavy armor began to tremble uncontrollably, like a frightened kitten.

In the following few minutes of conversation, the commander of the imperial army gradually calmed down when he saw that His Highness had not done anything surprising for such a long time.

But at this moment, he heard Duker change the subject.

"The case of the emperor's assassination is currently under my full authority. I will start the investigation next. Do you have any objections?"

"Your Highness, do you really want to act like this?"

Waldo's heart, which had been hanging on ever since, finally died peacefully at this moment.

His scalp felt numb. Others didn't know who assassinated the emperor, so he didn't know.

A Primarch led his army and openly shouted "Catch the thief" in front of the commander of the Imperial Guard.

Waldo said subconsciously, "Your Highness, it's almost night, why don't we check again tomorrow?"

Dukel patted the commander of the Imperial Army on the shoulder. The heavy force made his heart beat. Then the original body smiled and said,

"You may not know me yet. During the Dark Crusade of the Great Rift, I solved countless similar incidents. I may kill more, but there will never be any mistakes. I am known as the first detective of the galaxy. My purpose is simple. ——Finding the truth, that’s all.”

Waldo looked at the smile on the original body's face, and finally chose to remain silent.

It would take him time to adjust to the Second Primarch's ways.

"Then it won't be too late." Dukel said loudly, "I will bring the murderer to justice as quickly as possible and protect the safety of the empire and the people!"

The Primarch's words were resounding, drawing cheers from the people of the Empire.

Thank you for the invitation. I am in Terra. I will land in the evening and kill people at night.

Dukel promised to let those powerful people die clearly in this drama.

After all, the Second Legion is the most reasonable.