Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The twenty-eight-kilometer-long hull of the Soul Fire straddles the atmospheric orbit of Terra. The queen who carries the glory of the empire is quietly suspended there, as quiet and powerful as ever.

This battleship, which had been abandoned in history, returned with Duker and was chosen to be the Primarch's vehicle. She rose together with the returning Primarch and witnessed the victory of war after war. She dedicated her loyalty to the Primarch and silently waited for every Imperial loyalist warrior she carried.

But at this moment, this quiet queen became unusually restless. The entire ship trembled slightly, the deck and dampers jingled, and the machine soul hummed a faint song. There was a pleasant atmosphere felt by everyone on board the Firehorn.

But soon, they understood why the machine soul was happy.

Doom is back, and the Soulfire welcomes the wanderer after a long absence.

In the past five years, Doom has walked among the stars on behalf of the Lord of Destruction, going through hundreds of battles, just to spread his father's name in the galaxy and sea of ​​stars.

With a balanced pressure, the Firewing fighter landed on the deck of the Mindfire hangar.

Doom led the crowd out, followed closely by Krieg's chosen people, who were his escorts, twenty-two Doom Slayers with the same black and green paint. Even though they had carefully cleaned their armor before coming here, dried blood could still be seen in the gaps in their armor.

After five years of fighting, their armor was covered with medals of honor, and on the paper sealed with ink pads, lines of small words recorded their great achievements. The golden coat of arms of the Second Legion on the left shoulder makes them closely united at all times. The pounding of their boots was so loud, each tall and proud warrior ready to take on any foe.

Even on the original body's vehicle, they will unconsciously scan the enemies around them. Each of them is an angel of destruction and a king on the battlefield.

"Make way for Commander Doom! Make way for the saviors of the Southern Sector, the watchers of the Eye of Terror, make way for the sons of the Warmaster!"

The mortal herald shouted breathlessly. He loudly promoted the achievements of the soldiers. There was a large flow of people on the tarmac. The herald's voice caused a lot of exclamations. When many imperial people looked at them, There was a look of surprise and curiosity in his eyes.

These hurried bureaucrats and nobles were not familiar with the soldiers of the Second Legion, but this did not prevent these mortals from showing awe in their eyes and humbly making way for these proud warriors.

The steps of Doom and the others were as strong as beasts, and the heavy power armor could not hinder their movements at all. They walked lightly on the deck, and their steady and powerful marching steps echoed near the flag of the Soul Fire.

When they walked to the exit of the hangar, a team of the Second Legion was already there to welcome the soldiers back.

Although this team looked no different from ordinary soldiers, Doom recognized them at a glance. They were all elite soldiers in the Heart Network.

A nun walked out from among the flags that greeted the team. Her white hair was shining and her face was exquisite, as if it were carved from perfect porcelain. This battle nun does not have the wild aura of war. She looks reserved and restrained, like a flawless saint made of beautiful jade.

"Destroyer, welcome back to the Fire of the Heart." Efilar wore the same black, gold, and red armor as the original body. She lightly lifted the blood-colored cloak, and the saint outlined an elegant and perfect figure. etiquette,

"And welcome home, Doom."

"Better greetings to you, Ms. Efilar." Doom returned the same respectful smile.

To almost everyone aboard the Mindfire, the Saint before them was a woman who could not be offended, even if he was the eldest heir of the Primarch.

"Dum, the original body has prepared a new room for you. You can have a good rest there." Efilar looked at the blood stains between the gaps in the Doom Slayer's armor and continued,

"After five years of fighting, you have become stronger, but you are also weathered."

"There is no need to rest. Thanks to my father's power, I am never tired." Doom replied, "My mission is urgent. Please allow me to see my father now."

"What happened?" Efilar asked.

"Near the Eye of Terror, the power of darkness is gathering. The enemies of the empire seem to be united. I need my father's revelation."

"I see, please come with me." Efilar nodded.

Under the leadership of the saint, the group of people went straight to the location of the original body, which was the laboratory inside the Fire of the Heart Machinery Factory and where the scientific research team performed official duties.

Doom was no stranger to this location. From their long-term relationship in the past, he knew that this was the Primarch's favorite place to stay.

Looking at everything familiar and unfamiliar around them, the Doomsday Slayers unanimously lamented the changes here.

They took the elevator to the top of Dukel's Mechanical Workshop, which was a laboratory shrouded in a huge metal dome. In the eyes of the original body, this was the most important place on the Soul Fire.

Countless scholars and scientists burn their talents here, and a large amount of inspiration collides with each other, ultimately forming a great creation that brings together the top wisdom of mankind.

Doom and the Doom Slayers walked along an arched entrance corridor, walked through the gorgeous and tall passage, like walking through a huge maze, and finally arrived at the door of the original body's laboratory.

As they approached here, twenty-two members of the Soul Guard swarmed out from both sides of the door. Each of them was a battle nun with extraordinary skills. They strictly guarded the front of the door to prevent Doom from entering.

A nun with black hair and black eyes walked out from among them. She had a temperament that was completely opposite to that of the nuns. She was wearing black, gold and red power armor, and she looked casual and rebellious.

"Efilar, why did you bring him here so quickly? Didn't you say you'd have to wait a little longer?" Sivara complained to her sisters as soon as she appeared.

Shivara then looked at Doom.

"Hello, young man, I haven't seen you for five years. You have become more mature." As she spoke, she looked carefully at the Doom Slayer in front of her. When she saw that the original doll on Doom's waist was still preserved After it was intact, the captain of the Soul Guard nodded incomprehensibly.

Doom was the first surgically transformed Doom Slayer, and Shivara was the first Sister to gift a Doom Slayer doll.

Therefore, even though Shivara has a casual personality, sometimes she doesn't even look like a nun, but more like a soldier. But she is still one of the nuns who has the deepest relationship with Doom.

"Dum, I advise you to wait here for a while."

"Ms. Shivala, please let me in. I have a very important mission." Faced with the nun's obstruction, Doom said helplessly.

"Tsk, tsk." Hearing these words, Shivara seemed to have seen something extraordinary, and was astonished.

"We haven't seen each other for five years, and the young boy who was once young has begun to ignore my advice." The nun walked over, picked up the medal on Doom's chest with her fingers, and looked at the small words on the medal, word by word. I read it out immediately,

"Lord Doom, the savior of the Southern Sector?"

"Ms. Shivala, I do have something urgent." Hearing the nun's teasing, Doom showed a helpless smile.

"Okay, but you will regret it, I promise you." Shivara snorted and opened the door to the laboratory.

When the closed metal door slowly opened with the hum of machinery, the sounds and smells inside poured out.

The sounds of conversation, arguments, and insults mixed with the smell of ink and paper.

Doom and the Doom Slayers walked in. Until they saw Caul, Visi, Karen, and many other familiar sages of the Mechanicum, they still couldn't believe that such a noisy environment could actually It is a hall where the top scholars of the empire gather.

He saw a group of large senior sages whispering around a small machine. He saw a group of scientists with white hair and beards arguing over a drawing with red faces.

"Dum, you're back." A cold mechanical voice sounded. Gris, the current Martian Foundry General, saw them and gave them guidance.

"His Royal Highness Duker is in the office at the end of this passage."

Gris' robotic arm pointed down a corridor.

"Thank you for your guidance, Lord Gris." Doom saluted.

"He has no good intentions. This old guy is full of bad intentions." But then, Doom heard Shivara's cold snort.

"Those who engage in technology have a dirty heart." The nun continued, "Except for Your Highness, of course. Our Lord's character is still as noble as before, shining far brighter than the stars."

Doom wisely ignored Shivara.

He walked silently towards the end of the corridor.

The more he walked in this direction, the more Doom felt the heat of the atmosphere. Familiarity and courage filled his chest again, and the gene seeds in his body also jumped for joy.

The warrior's mood became excited. He knew that the Father of Genes was waiting for him in the room at the end.

But when they were less than a few dozen meters away, they suddenly heard a loud roar resounding from inside the room.

"Idiot, idiot, waste!" Duker's angry roar was like a heavy punch hitting their chests. Even a powerful warrior like Doom felt breathless.

"I really admire your courage, how dare you put such design drawings on my desk!" The original body's angry scoldings came one after another,

"Take it back to me and redesign it. If you let me see something like this again, I will dig out your biological brains and stuff them into your mechanical butts!" In Duker's office, there was the sound of the paper being torn. sound,

"And this design drawing, which genius designed it? I have said that compared to power, accuracy can be prioritized lower. But a sniper rifle loaded with annihilation bombs has an effective killing radius of one hundred kilometers. You Call this a sniper rifle? ——Come on, genius, tell me what are the advantages of this sniper rifle compared to the bipolar fish?”

"This is to vent the wrath of Om Messiah, my lord!" argued an unyielding scholar in the room.

"Fuck you Ohm Messiah!" Dukel slapped the table angrily, "If Ohm Messiah sees such a thing, he will definitely dig out your mechanical brains and stuff them into your biological butts!"

"But."

"No but! My machine workshop does not produce garbage, take it back and redesign it!"

"Sir, are you saying that my design is also rubbish?"

"No, you misunderstood." The Primarch continued, "I mean, everyone here is rubbish!"

".Well, thank you for your teaching, sir."

The door of the office was reopened, and a dozen mechanical sages filed out, and they fled dejectedly.

When they passed by the Doom Slayer, they only looked up and then continued to leave as if no one was around, their figures looking very lonely.

Doom didn't pay attention to their rudeness. He was thinking about another problem at the moment.

"Ms. Shivara, is it too late for me to return to the room and rest now?" Feeling the anger from the original body vented from the office, he couldn't help but stop and ask the black-haired and black-eyed nun behind him,

"I mean, I suddenly feel that I'm not that anxious about my own affairs. It's better not to disturb my father today."

"Haha." Shivara showed a gentle smile, "What do you think?"

Doom: "."

Doom was almost pushed to the door of the Primarch's office by the nuns.

When the warrior stood here, he had to take that difficult step.

Duker sat behind his desk, the quill in his hand moving like a nimble elf on the draft paper without any lag.

Against the background of books and manuscripts, the original body outlines a figure full of bookish atmosphere.

This was not the first time. Doom once again sighed that Duker could switch between the identity of a general and a scholar so perfectly.

Duker raised his head from his desk at this time and looked at the tall heir who was walking towards him.

"Dum," he said, the name echoing from blueprints to books, finally settling on the tip of his quill as a name that delighted the Primarch.

"I haven't seen you in five years, kid. It's so nice to see you." Dukel's voice sounded sincere.

Doom knelt on one knee for his master like a knight, and the heavy armor could not hinder the movements of the powerful warrior.

"Aren't you angry that I came here rashly?" He said quietly, waiting for reproach.

"Angry, for what reason?" Duker said gently.

"I've interrupted your research and brought you bad news."

"In the past five years, you have brought me one piece of good news after another." Dukel's smile was clearly visible in his voice, "Maybe I never told you that sometimes I hope you will bring me good news." Bad news. As your father, I am very willing to solve the troubles you encounter. It’s just that you have been too perfect, independent and proud, so that I can tell you this personally.”

Doom raised his head and looked at the original body in confusion. He thought he knew Dukel very well. His genetic father was proud and invincible, so every Slayer held himself to the same standards.

But today, Duker gave him the exact opposite request.

But Doom did not reject this feeling. This was a strange feeling that he had never experienced when he was a mortal and a Krieg soldier.

"Sir, I need your help. Please give me some inspiration."

Duker sat behind his desk and looked at him, the smile in his eyes becoming more obvious,

"Stand up and speak, kid. There's no need to kneel."

Doom stood up. In the war with the devil, he had absorbed enough strength. Now he is more than three meters tall, almost taller than the imperial guards in the palace. His armors collided with each other with the movement, making The sound of gold and iron clashing.

"You look very good, stronger and more powerful. The mission of fighting in the galaxy is very suitable for you, my son." Duker said, "Now tell me, what happened in the galaxy, even you Feeling embarrassed."

Doom stood aside respectfully, and his words were concise and clear, "I noticed unusual fluctuations at the outpost of the Eye of Terror, the Vigilance Star. My brothers and I scouted there for a week and found many stocks. The forces of darkness are moving closer there, and I have noticed some traces of darkness that have suddenly emerged in recent years, I suspect."

Doom hesitated to speak.

"You can speak frankly here." Duker remained calm and was not shaken by his words.

"Are you suspecting that Horus is also heading there?"

"Not just him, father," Doom replied.

"And my other brothers?" Duker guessed, "Mortarion? Lorgar? Perturabo?"

"I can't be sure. I'm sorry, sir. When I noticed those unusual signals, I took my brothers and made an emergency retreat back to Terra." Doom said apologetically.

"No, Doom, you did a good job." Duker came out and patted the other party's shoulder lightly.

"The so-called war is to use the hardest part to hit the enemy's softest part. Doom, I am very happy that you did not hold on to your bravery and led your brothers to fight to the death against enemies that you have not yet fully understood."

"Thank you for your generosity." Doom lowered his head humbly and did not take credit for it.