Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

After the lion disappeared, the melodious and sacred song suddenly echoed throughout Terra. The golden light of the Eagle of Carlos's Destiny flag spread over the entire Throne World, and the huge imperial beacon was imprinted on the blood-like sky.

The presence or absence of the sacred sound, these layers of tones echo in the consciousness of every soul.

In the blood-like sky, a huge crack tore open a fantasy paradise.

Everything indicates that a great being is coming, very close to this ridiculous battlefield.

All humans are cheering at this moment, courage and strength flowing in their bodies. The demons howled at the same moment, unable to withstand the divine baptism.

It's like humans can't withstand the corruption of chaos.

Angron stood there, his majestic body like an iron tower, looking up at the burning sky.

Where the imperial beacon appeared, a huge ship suddenly appeared.

The bloody sky was pierced by thousands of rays of golden light, and the sticky golden color poured into the entire sky like an undulating ocean.

In the eyes of the desperate world, the storm of flames gathered together and washed away all the blasphemy and evil on Terra.

The pillar of flames connecting heaven and earth is the best expression of human anger.

The moment the red flames formed, they set off extremely violent air currents, and thousands of demons were drawn into them, turning into ashes scattered by the wind.

"For Dukel!"

The silent world resounded with hoarse shouts, and then thousands of throats shouted the same tone. Billions of voices worked together, completely unifying all the sounds in the world, whether it was the roar of war. , or the reverberation of blood, all sounds were crushed, and only the echo of the same sentence remained between heaven and earth,

"For Dukel, for the Golden Throne!"

One by one, the proud warriors were ready to go, and tens of thousands of airborne pods were launched.

In the sky of Terra, fireballs that were so dense that they covered the sky and the sun smashed into the battlefield on the ground, destroying everything, like a heavy fist carrying endless anger, vowing to smash all blasphemous clay sculptures.

The eyes of the imperial soldiers reflected the firelight of the bolide streaking across the sky. They looked at everything with great pride, and the pride in their hearts was indescribable.

On the epic battlefield, gods on earth stepped forward one after another. The god who opposed the devil sent out his angels to tear through the darkness and clear away the filth.

Even the upright man had tears in his eyes at this moment. The soldiers shed tears of excitement, and every soldier's heart was affected by them.

They saw the warriors who came out of the flame tornado. They were stronger and held barbaric firearms in their hands.

They destroy the dead and destroy all evil.

They are unstoppable.

The double-barreled shotgun like a giant cannon sprayed fan-shaped red flames, and the demons suffered painfully. Every time the trigger was pulled, they would be turned into powder in the fire.

The flesh and blood of the cultists were even more vulnerable. Many God-givers who tried to attack these heavy firepower were beaten into pieces of flesh and blood by random punches from the soldiers.

Under their crushing force, all enemies of the empire will be destroyed.

Only destruction.

Behind these angels of destruction are the larger nuns, who are stepping on the flames with a mysterious color.

The movements of this legion were extremely efficient, killing demons so smoothly that even the Gray Knights could not match them.

One by one, the gods and demons looked up to the sky and roared, and they kept roaring at the turn of the battle.

Angron fell into a rare silence, and he locked his eyes tightly on one position.

"Shameless thing, are you so keen on breaking the fairness of the battle?"

In this heavy voice, the red flames surged higher than ever before, almost covering the sky. Everyone on the battlefield could clearly hear this angry rebuke in the flames.

From the entity of flames, the majestic God of War stepped out.

The noble saint stood beside him, and the tall and proud angels guarded him. He stood among them, like a giant hero coming out of an epic myth, holding a flag blooming with endless glory in his hands.

The cloak was tumbling like a sea of ​​blood, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was like an eternal flame.

Everyone held their breath unconsciously when they saw this figure.

So perfect, so sacred, they were afraid that if they went too far, they would disturb this great hero.

Inexhaustible courage grows in the hearts of every loyal people. In just an instant, they are sincerely convinced and vow to follow the footsteps of this great being forever, without fear of thousands of difficulties and dangers.

Even if the stars burn and the universe is destroyed, they are still willing to follow his footsteps into the abyss.

He is the leader of warriors, the endless flame, and the pillar of the empire. Everyone knows him and willingly follows his will because he is the glorious Lord of Destruction.

He is the beginning of hope, and victory in all battles is a matter of course for him.

"Dukele!" Angron roared.

Duker's eyes did not look at him, but looked past the betrayed son and looked behind him.

"You enslaved my brother, harvested the skulls under the sacred throne, and attempted to destroy the celebration of my coronation as Warmaster. Is your anger the scar of the past, and the pain it caused remains to this day?"

Duker stared at the land of nothingness. In his spiritual vision, a hazy red figure spread infinitely.

Once upon a time, this ancient god, who was born during the war, pulled him into the spiritual realm. It was also at that time that the god was wounded by the blade.

All beings in the universe knew very well that His anger could not disappear, but no one expected that this revenge would be so swift.

Eighty-eight gods and demons, eighty-eight blood legions, and even the betrayed demigods set foot here. For this bloody revenge, the blood god did not hesitate to use his power to break the fairness of the duel.

But even so, Duker is still confident, the fighting spirit in his eyes is getting higher and higher, and he despises the gods,

"I'm surprised that your brain, which is equivalent to that of a hound, can have so many ideas. But I'm sorry to tell you that the moment you extend your claws to the human mother planet, your failure is doomed."

Even though he was confronting the dark power, he was still full of fighting spirit and seemed not to take the opponent seriously at all.

Human courage will never succumb to darkness. The undisguised brave will swept the entire world in an instant. Based on this bloody and oppressive battlefield, everyone was infected by courage.

This makes them firmly believe that the victory that belongs to the empire and belongs to the loyal people will surely come.

"Failure?" The will of blood and fury made even the stubborn stone cringe. "Why do you think you can defeat me? With these weak mortals? Or the cursed one on the throne?"

"If this is all you rely on, it would be too naive." Angron raised the flaming battle ax high, and his will extended infinitely in the fight. Every drop of blood seemed to meet the gods served forever at this moment.

Soldiers clashed, flesh and blood squirmed, and the sweet smell of blood oppressed the earth until it made an overwhelming hum. The unimaginable god was unleashing His mighty power unscrupulously.

The barriers between the material realm and the sea of ​​souls seemed to be completely erased at this time. Under His will, countless monsters in the supreme sky were howling, fearful of the unspeakable power of darkness.

Even the stars felt this terrifying power. The rationality of countless creatures was burned out in an instant, and their unintentional desire to kill forced them to pick up the butcher knife.

Angron was bathed in endless blood, and his power had expanded to an incredible level. If he and the Lion King were to fight in a decisive battle at this moment, it might only take one blow to decide the outcome of the battle.

He conveyed His will, "You cannot understand the existence of God. Every violent conflict is my incarnation; every drop of blood flowing will become my sustenance; the battles are fought, the anger is burning, my kingdom of heaven Stretch with it.”

"Mortal, my power increases every minute, my demons are endless, and your legions are losing weight every day. No matter what the outcome of the battle, defeat will never be mine, just as victory will never be mine. will be yours."

The power of the gods has long been integrated into every moment of the universe, every rise and fall of desire, every bloody dispute, every decay of organic matter, and every burst of wisdom.

Their authority encompasses all aspects of light and darkness in the universe, and every action of mortals provides them with nourishment.

For countless years, all sentient beings have been aware of their tragic fate.

Even the former master of mankind only placed his hope on the great webway project to escape the influence of the gods on the fate of mankind.

But under the influence of the power of the gods, any so-called hope is nothing but an illusory dream.

But humans are still unwilling to succumb, and Duker's expression is equally determined, "Soon you will know what I rely on."

When his courage reaches its extreme, what emerges from it is madness that destroys everything.

"boom!--"

As Duker's words fell, a violent vibration came from the void.

It was as if in a latitude that even the gods could not predict, a supreme weapon that could destroy both the material world and the supreme heaven was officially activated.

The entire universe mourns its fate.

The body of the God Lord and the Great Demon was far away, and they looked around uneasily. As the incarnation of Khorne, they never knew what fear was, but at this time, they felt panic.

The ancient gods felt all of this more clearly, and they also felt extremely uneasy, as if the whole universe had started a countdown and the end was approaching.

"What did you do?!" He roared angrily, and Angron swung his giant axe.

"You will know soon." Dukel also pulled out the sword of the soul, and the emperor's power stretched out on the sword, rising into golden flames.

Seeing the brilliance of the sword, the loyalists of the empire cheered excitedly at the same time.

The opposite of the cheers of humans were the roaring demonic armies of Khorne.

No longer concerned with the fairness of the battle, they swarmed in to kill the Primarch and prevent the activation of that terrible weapon.

Their anger is no longer due to the desire for blood, but to the struggle for destruction.

Looking at the enemy who desperately attacked him, Duker felt a little ironic.

The unified will of the demons is as if he is the perpetrator of this universe.

Waldo, the commander of the Forbidden Army, watched the scene unfolding in front of him in shock. Numerous Forbidden Army guards stood beside him.

"What was the vibration that just came from the void?! What crazy thing will Duker do again?!"

Waldo's heart suddenly tightened. As a being with extraordinary intuition, he also felt the uneasy atmosphere.

Since Dukel returned to Terra, everything he did seemed so crazy to him that it made him fearful.

He then turned his inquiring eyes to Sanguinius.

After seeing the archangel, he shook his head silently.

Waldo calmed down quickly, contrary to common sense.

What Duker did this time was not even told to his brother.

This at least shows that this matter is more serious than piercing the emperor's chest with a sword.

At least before assassinating the Emperor, the Lord of Destruction would inform his brother in advance.

"My Majesty." Waldo felt like he was going crazy calmly.

"Support Lord Dukel, support our Supreme Warmaster! We fight for him. Maybe we will go to hell eventually, but at least it shouldn't be now!"

The Imperial Guards stepped forward, forming an ancient battle formation, like unstoppable golden arrows, charging towards the devil.

Such a scene was staged within each legion. They were united allies, galloping on the battlefield.

Before the destruction comes, let the thoughts go crazy, and the human will gathers into a torrent, sweeping the entire battlefield under the banner of the golden sky eagle.

The terrifying bloodthirsty maniac rushed towards Dukel, his heavy body trampling the soil soaked in blood, leaving behind a blackened and blasphemous footprint with every step.

Its great blade burns with fire, and its whip is covered with spikes.

As humans and demons watched, it launched a desperate attack on the Primarch.

"You madman who shouldn't exist in this world, die!" the bloodthirsty demon roared.

"In this universe where there is only war, the fates of perpetrators and victims alternate. If the cries of the victims are destined to sound, then why can't they come from your mouths?"

Even in the face of the siege of many demonic armies, Dukel still had the energy to respond. Most of his strength was fighting Angron. His sword and giant ax continued to collide, and then he punched him. The bloodthirsty demon rushed towards him.

The power of the soul overflowed like mist from the eyes of the original body, and the boundaries between reality and illusion continued to blur.

The bloodthirsty demon screamed and tried to escape from his attack range.

But no matter how its bat wings vibrate, no matter how its body dodges, it finds itself unable to avoid it.

This terrifying god and demon showed a rare expression of fear, and he finally realized how reckless his actions were.

The power of the mind and the power to distort reality coexist within Dukel's body.

Even before this punch was fired, the fate of reality was already determined, and the cause and effect even reversed at this moment.

The probability of him hitting the bloodthirsty demon is not even 100%, but 120%.

No mortal present could understand how the punch was struck.

Just one punch.

Even before punching, the bloodthirsty maniac let out a series of shrill screams, and finally his mountain-like body was completely blown apart.

All the mortals who had experienced the previous bloody battle were silent. With just one punch, they completely killed a great god of Khorne in an incomprehensible way.

How powerful is this?

In the eyes of mortals, Dukur at this time is nothing more than a true god walking in the world.

"You feel it too, right?" After doing all this, Duker looked at Angron again, his calm tone unable to conceal his madness,

"The time of reckoning has come, now it's your turn to face the suffering!"

The voice sounded like an ultimatum.

The Sea of ​​Souls, countless dark worlds branded with imperial beacons, were completely destroyed in just an instant, so fast that no existence could react.

——Just as the imperial beacon lights up, those fallen worlds controlled by demons, the homes of countless souls and believers of gods, are instantly left with only the remains of planets, and everything is swallowed up by end and destruction.

And in this horrific destruction, a huge entity, like a flame surrounded by thorns, appeared above the Sea of ​​Souls, and thousands of dark worlds were absorbed by it.

Born in endless destruction, He is extremely powerful. At this moment, He is rampaging in the highest heaven, destroying all souls that encounter Him.

"Madman, what have you done?!" Angron, or more specifically the blood shadow behind him, roared with gnashing teeth,

"What have you done? Did you extract the original power to make terrifying weapons? It's not just that!"

In his perception, the sea of ​​souls that used to be perfect seemed like a hole was suddenly poked out, and endless energy flowed along this damaged hole.

Even the ancient gods couldn't understand where these powers flowed.

Maybe this is nothing in the short term, but in the long run, the drying up and collapse of the real universe and subspace will only be a matter of time!

And who can guarantee that the lunatic in front of me will only poke this one loophole?

"As I said, humans, the best species, will never be willing to just be miserable victims. If the cries of victimization are destined to sound, then why can't they come from your mouths?" Duker waved his hands. The sword pointed at the bloody shadow behind Angron,

"The same thing, I will give it to you as well." He said,

"My legions are endless, your demons are dwindling every second!"