Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Hearing the words of his battle brother, Mabo's heart was filled with nameless fire. He felt his anger and was determined to do something. He had to make the culprit pay the price.

The Catachan Legion was ambushed and they had to stay here for a short rest.

But Mabo no longer had the patience to wait. Driven by anger, he left here alone.

Most people did not notice his departure, except for the commandos who had been following him.

The commandos were only slightly injured in the ambush. They were in good condition. When they saw Mabo leaving alone, they easily guessed what the legendary hero was thinking at the moment.

Because they had the same anger as the hero.

Without much hesitation, they also quietly left the main force and followed Mabo to continue charging towards the core of the palace fortress.

They were alone, but fearless.

Fortunately, in the strong explosion just now, although the Catachan troops were severely damaged, the rebels were also not doing well.

The explosion did not distinguish between friend and foe, and the huge energy destroyed the last defensive position of the palace fortress.

Mabo and others sneaked into the residence of the Supreme King without much effort.

Here they encountered the last guards of the Supreme King Caligus.

As the king's guards, they were all the most elite warriors of Darlock.

But facing the angry Mabo, they soon became bloody corpses.

These guards wore silver armor, covered with amazingly complex textures and delicate patterns, and behind them were valuable red silk cloaks.

This armor can be called a work of art, but Mabo disdained it. In his opinion, only those noble lords who moaned without illness would like this flashy armor.

Instead of spending a lot of money to find a master craftsman to carve patterns on the armor, it is better to consider how to make the armor stronger. If their armor can be more practical, perhaps these agile warriors can survive in his hands for a while longer.

After the guards found that they could not defeat Mabo and others, they began to retreat quickly. They no longer chose to confront Catachan's warriors head-on.

Instead, they chose to use the firepower points inside the palace to block the advance of the assault team.

"Kill them all!" Facing these guards who were constantly hiding, the assault team leader roared in the communication channel,

"For the Warmaster, for his common ideals with all mankind."

Hearing the battle cry of the assault team leader, Mabo also roared in his heart.

He roared and swung the dagger with all the strength of his arms. The Destroyer I armor made a sound of being overwhelmed at this time.

The knife slashed at the enemy fiercely, accompanied by a sharp cry of pain.

A guard wearing a red silk cloak, the exquisite armor on his body was chopped off in an instant, the whole person was disemboweled, and the bloody internal organs flowed out of the wound.

The guard knelt on the ground helplessly, feeling his life slipping away, his eyes filled with despair, he held his internal organs in vain with both hands, trying to stuff them back into his stomach,

"I can't die yet"

With the last whisper, he collapsed.

"Mabo, keep going!" The commando captain yelled in the voice channel.

Under his command, the assault team formed a defensive array, guarding the entrance of the palace and blocking the guards who wanted to chase Mabo,

"Don't stop your steps, glory to us, victory to the warlord!"

Accompanied by the roar of the commando captain and the roar of guns, Mabo took the hunter-like steps and moved forward quickly in the palace.

He stepped over the bloody corpses, and at the far end of the passage, he saw a wide nine-story staircase.

At the top of the stairs was a tall stone door, with intricate and exquisite carvings carved on the gorgeous and elegant porch.

Mabo climbed the stairs, the light was mottled, and when he passed through the many flickering phantoms scattered in the porch, the noisy sounds outside suddenly became quiet.

It was extremely quiet here, and even the thundering artillery fire around the palace could not invade here.

In this extremely quiet place, Mabo could even hear the dripping sound of blood on his dagger.

A line of scarlet spots was left on the nine steps behind him.

It was difficult for Mabo to adapt to this quiet environment after leaving the noisy battlefield. Soon he adjusted his state and walked through the porch. The towers on both sides of the road pierced the sky.

Finally, he walked to the tallest and most majestic Gothic spire. This incredible tower was more than a kilometer high.

Mabo stepped on a platform made of rare gems. The platform was made of various rare gems in the universe.

The gem creations here, even if a piece of the size of a fingernail was randomly removed, would be enough for an imperial citizen to live a rich life in ten years.

Coming to the upper floors of the spire, the battle outside was in full view, but no sound could be heard.

Walking along the edge of the platform, Ma Bo found a stone staircase integrated into the wall.

Following the stairs to the upper level, he crossed platforms one by one, always keeping alert and careful of any possible enemies.

But he found nothing. This seemed to be a lonely and independent world, with no enemies, no shadows, and no sounds.

Only the strange flashes refracted by gems shone in this world.

Mabo moved forward, and when he came to the penultimate floor of the tower, he saw Darok's royal city.

Darok's most prosperous capital has now been ignited by the red flames of war, with some buildings glowing a blood-red light under the light of destruction.

Gunfire flashed, energy beams danced and danced in the darkness, and the sky above them was lit by the flames of war.

Explosions of battle were heard in every corner of the city, and as time passed, the imperial army had established a victory.

But the anger in Ma Bo's heart has not subsided. In this civil war, many soldiers paid their lives, and countless civilians were involved. These sacrifices were meaningless, and their deaths were just for a certain ambition. The greed of the family pays the bill.

Mabo looked towards the last step, holding the short knife firmly in his hand.

He will personally cut off the head of the High King and quell the war in this world.

Ma Bo came to the top floor. Many petal-shaped crystals formed a flying dome. Here, the trajectory of the stars could be sensed and the angle could be adjusted slightly.

An Iron Throne stands on the other side of the platform with its back to the window. It is quite spectacular. There are nine crystal steps on the thick base, leading to an Iron Throne with slightly rolled armrests and a tall backrest.

On the throne sat a king with floor-length robes.

The king had thick, lush blond hair and a majestic figure, but at this moment, his expression was extremely bitter, staring desperately and painfully at Mabo and the Catachan assault team that came later.

"Supreme King Caligues? It's time to end it and make final repayment for your foolishness." After the commando captain arrived here, he saw the king on the throne at the first sight.

The High King sneered, "I have nothing left, but you are still pressing forward step by step. The empire slaughtered my people, slaughtered my soldiers, poured the fire of destruction into my world, and destroyed the foundation protected by my ancestors for generations. I have lost everything, and death cannot threaten me, soldier."

"Nothing has ever belonged to you. Darok belongs to the empire, to the human emperor on the golden throne. You are just looking after this place, but you try to take it for yourself. It is your stupid idea that has caused countless people to suffer because of you. die."

The Commando Captain had no sympathy for the High King, and Calliguis had himself to blame.

But such words attracted the disdainful ridicule of the Supreme King, "My ancestors were the first people to come to this planet, and my ancestors guided the people. Before your war commander arrived in this world thousands of years ago, this was me. clan’s territory.”

"When your warmaster came here, planted the flag of the empire on the top of the world, took everything from Darok, and called it to expand the territory, how is this behavior different from banditry? The empire took away The land we have cultivated for generations requires us to surrender willingly, but I can’t do it!”

The commando captain frowned slightly, "Is this the reason why you betrayed the empire? How ridiculous. Your soldiers died fighting for you, and the loyal men of Darok sacrificed their lives for the empire. At this time of human crisis, as a lord, what are you thinking? Are you just thinking about selfish interests? The nobles of the Vigilance Star have a far-sighted vision."

Caligues waved his hand. He seemed to have no intention of arguing, and seemed to have made some determination. Then there was a hint of madness in his voice.

"Of course you don't care. You have never really owned a world. People like you who pursue glory, if someone wants to take away your honor, what choice will you make? I am the same. There are always some things more precious than life. Noble, worth all the effort!”

Then he took out a crystal ball and slammed it on the ground.

There was one thing that only he knew. Long before the Vigil Star was besieged, Abaddon's Chaos Legion had sent messengers to secretly contact him.

At that time, he was still loyal and far less ambitious than he is now. In that secret contact, the messenger handed him the crystal ball and told him that this humble crystal could fulfill all his wishes.

Caligues didn't believe it at first, but with an accident, the crystal got the opportunity to show him miracles, and after that, it gave prophecies again and again.

As the prophecies of the crystal ball were confirmed one by one, Calliguis looked at the glorious scene in the final prophecy, and his ambition grew uncontrollably.

But even so, he still believed that he was rational and sober.

The empire is not without enemies. Chaos is the greatest threat to the empire. The world of Darok has a unique position. In this position, both the Empire and Chaos will try their best to win over him.

The messenger offering him treasures was undoubtedly a gesture of goodwill in his opinion, and in his opinion, the attitude of the empire should be the same.

Under such circumstances, Darok can survive between the two behemoths and survive quite comfortably.

This is indeed the case. With the help of the crystal ball, Caligues once became the wisest king in Darok's history. After he declared Darok's independence, he was at peace with the empire for a long time.

Caligues took it for granted that this was a silent compromise by the empire.

But what he didn't expect was that with the return of the original body Dukel and taking over the responsibilities of the Imperial Warmaster again, the Empire's style would become extremely radical and tough.

Destruction was imminent, and everything was taken away from him in an instant.

And this crystal ball also became a life-saving straw for him to make a comeback.

The crystal ball hit the ground and shattered into countless crystal fragments.

The blasphemous chaos mist spread, and Mabo and Catachan's soldiers immediately raised their weapons, carefully alert to this abnormal scene.

And Caligus was full of expectations, he expected that an incredible power would appear in the mist to help him take everything back.

But he was disappointed, the chaos mist soon dissipated, and the only thing that came out of it was a series of sharp and joyful, mocking laughter,

"--Everything is as planned."

Indistinctly, he seemed to hear an unspeakable nameless existence whispering in the unpredictable sky.

Caligus finally realized that he was fooled.

All the great achievements he thought of were nothing more than tools that could be toyed with in the hands of Chaos and the Empire.

"Hahahahaha, so that's how it is. Destroy me, soldier. As you expected, everything about me and my ideals are ridiculous bubbles. Hahahaha."

The Supreme King Caligus laughed crazily, but a drop of turbid tears fell from the corner of his eyes.

"Captain, he is crazy." A Catachan team member next to him carefully observed the Supreme King.

"Let me show him mercy," he said to the captain.

In this war, all the sacrifices were due to the stupidity of the Supreme King, and every soldier wanted to kill him with his own hands.

"As long as we report after the war, we will unify the caliber and say that the Supreme King intended to resist and was killed on the spot. No one above will pursue it - no one will care about the life and death of the rebels."

Another team member also persuaded the captain.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in Catachan's war experience.

No matter what the other party's identity is, at this moment, they are all defeated rebels. No one will care if they kill him to vent their anger.

"Can't kill him." At this time, Ma Bo, who never took the initiative to speak, suddenly said this.

"That's right." The commando leader echoed, "These crystals are extraordinary and involve chaos. We must take him back and let the interrogation department squeeze out all his value."

While the commando leader spoke, he took out a special device from the tactical backpack of the Destroyer Armor, and then carefully picked up the crystal fragments on the ground and sealed them inside the device.

"Take him back with these crystals and bring them to the saint to be judged. It involves the secrets of the subspace. Everything here should not be decided by us. The warmaster will decide it personally."