Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Fulgrim's smug look made Dukel a little unhappy.

The consequences are serious.

Fulgrim's body is not here. What is standing in front of the original body now is just a soul fragment.

Dukel put a little force on his palm on his shoulder, and the hidden spiritual power around him suddenly surged violently.

The violent and ferocious energy rushed into the mind of Fulgrim's soul fragment, and it only took a moment to make his consciousness collapse.

Then Dukel poured a large amount of soul fire into the alien's body.

In a sense, this can also be regarded as his blessing.

The infusion of spiritual fire soon exceeded the limit of this alien body.

This twisted and deformed body changed again, and quickly shriveled up, like a thin and long mummy, with dry cracks all over the surface, and spiritual fire gushing out from countless cracks.

From a distance, it looks like a flaming mummy snake.

Hoarse and strange snake language came from the cracked neck.

Dukel looked at the alien in front of him and ordered,

"Go, find your original body."

"You are originally one, and you will eventually be together."

As the original body's voice fell, the mummy snake with soul fire all over its body disappeared from the spot, drilled into the subspace, and instinctively drilled towards the lost world hidden in the depths of the subspace.

Part of Dukel's consciousness also came to the subspace.

Countless soul fires gathered to form a huge eyeball, carrying his consciousness, following behind the mummy snake.

Until the mummy snake drilled into a lost world.

A gloating look flashed in Dukel's eyes, and he threw out two fire seeds. Two fires that were extremely terrifying to the creatures in the subspace descended on this lost world.

After doing all this, Dukel's consciousness was about to return.

During the process of returning, his spirit fluctuated slightly, at a node corresponding to reality in the subspace.

He felt a familiar feeling.

"Hey, isn't this Guilliman?"

"Brother, I'm not saying anything about you, what are you daydreaming about?"

There is no concept of time in the warp, and everything that happens there happens in an instant in reality.

After Dukel's consciousness returned to his body, the Primarch unconsciously showed a strange smile on his face.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

He still has to clean up the mess left by his stupid brother.

The appearance of the demon prince at the celebration was broadcast live by the holographic projection and spread to many worlds in a short time.

Countless people were horrified.

The power of the Chaos Demon actually invaded the Second Holy Land and stood in front of the Primarch. Where in the human empire can there be a pure land that is not polluted by demons?

The appearance of Fulgrim made countless people feel fear and confusion.

These negative emotions set off a lot of waves in the warp, and countless perceived dark lords cheered for this.

The negative emotions of humans are exactly what they like to taste.

The demons are sure that the death knell of the human empire has sounded.

Struggling in darkness and ignorance for thousands of years cannot prevent the final destruction.

There will be countless souls for them to enjoy.

Countless demons are eager to share this bloated and corrupt empire.

These panics and the negative effects they bring need to be calmed by the Primarch.

Dukel walked up to the viewing platform, his eyes swept calmly across the crowd, and the infinite will contained in his eyes instantly calmed the crowd.

Wherever he looked, there was silence.

"I know you were born in the dark years, and all you have seen in your life are hardships, difficulties, and endless killings. But don't hesitate, people of the empire, as you can see, the traitor is so weak, he can't defeat me, let alone the people of the empire."

Duke's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, and he continued,

"Ten thousand years ago, the glory of mankind was enough to illuminate every corner of the galaxy, and the strength of mankind made all aliens tremble. Even if the galaxy is vast and brilliant, it is just a toy in the hands of mankind. The current suffering and scars are just the tests that must be experienced in the long history of the empire."

"I swear, one day, the traitors who betrayed mankind and the chaos who wantonly played with mankind will usher in our reckoning. Humans will use the weapons in their hands to tell all heretics that the glory of mankind will continue forever."

Listening to the words of the Primarch on the high platform and the strong confidence revealed in the words, the other party's words seemed to reach their hearts and shake their minds.

An indescribable spirit of bravery grew from their hearts, leading them away from fear and filling their bodies with courage and strength.

"Kill them all!"

A human soldier, holding up the single-molecule sword in his hand, shouted with fearlessness.

In the vast temple square, his voice was so small and insignificant, but this belief from the heart led others.

Then, his comrades beside him also shouted.

Humans have been suppressed for too long. It seems that all races can step on their heads. Zerg eat people, green skins kill people, and demons play with people's hearts.

In front of these terrifying aliens, humans seem to be able to tremble in fear.

But now, a demigod primarch has stood up. He has captured everyone's hearts with his undying fighting spirit. He tells everyone that all aliens will be defeated by humans.

Facing the threat of aliens, fight or kill! Use your fists, your teeth, and the weapons in your hands to kill all those monsters!

The crowd's shouts grew louder and louder.

Countless high emotions gathered together, and soon even the well-trained Space Marines were wrapped up in it, shouting along with them.

At the back, even the state army, battle nuns, and human warriors from many other battle groups also shouted together.

These extreme emotions converge into a terrifying force.

Their will stirs uproar in the Warp.

Like a wheel of flames, the giant one-eye in the center of the wheel within a wheel opened angrily.

His eyes seemed to be infected with endless killing intent, and countless rays of spiritual light were poured out.

"Kill them all!"

"Kill them all!"

Accompanied by human cries.

The chaotic creatures, who were still watching the excitement, fled quickly at this moment. They had never known fear and just wanted to stay away from here.

All the demons shrouded in the light of the soul evaporated in pain as they screamed and wailed.

At the same time, Five Hundred Worlds, Star Macragge.

Driven by the invisible hand of conspiracy, Guilliman also held a grand celebration here.

The streets of Macragge were empty, and citizens gathered at the intersection to watch the ceremony.

The cheers of thousands of people gathered into a hymn to Guilliman, deafening and lasting.

Consul General Macragge coincidentally presented the primarch with a beautiful laurel crown carved entirely from pure gold.

and hurriedly urged the Primarch to wear this dazzling crown.

Feeling the kindness, Guilliman complied.

Put this gorgeous crown on your head