Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The demon army composed of arsonists and laughing monsters rushed to the front line of the battlefield, followed by the Red Pirates. Each of these elite fallen warriors was wearing heavy armor.

Dukel waved his sword, like an unstoppable storm on the battlefield. He laughed heartily and launched a frontal charge against the demons without hesitation.

Adeline, the battle sister from the Silver Robe Sisters, led her battle sisters to cover the charge of the Imperial Warmaster from the flank.

Several gray knights cooperated with the silent sisters and rushed into the enemy from another direction. The battle was cruel and bloody.

The war cry of the empire was entangled with the screams of the demons, and blood was everywhere in the battle.

Dukel was so tall that even the strongest demon was like a weak goat in front of him.

He swept through the coalition of traitors and demons like a tiger, bringing equal destruction to them without discrimination.

The sword in his hand swung up and down, his martial arts were extremely skilled, and what he did was not like a bloody fight, but rather an elegant and gorgeous dance with hidden murderous intent.

He used the powerful force freely, and the violent energy under his complete control took away everything from the powerful demons with ease.

Every time he swung his sword, one or more enemies would disintegrate.

The demons exploded into a bunch of broken blue flames in front of Duker's unparalleled power.

The traitors who dared to stand in the way would be shattered like puppets, even if they were the tough steel bodies of the fallen warriors.

With a loud "bang", Duker's steel gloves hit hard, bursting out with powerful energy, and directly blew up a Chaos wizard.

The subspace energy carried in the wizard's body suddenly poured out violently, stirring up a violent vortex on the battlefield.

The air was stirred wantonly, and the strong wind destroyed everything on the battlefield. Dukel's long black hair danced, facing the mighty charge of the Red Corsair Chaos Warriors.

The Red Corsairs roared and rushed towards the Primarch.

But in just a moment, they were all turned into pieces of meat wrapped in steel. The process was so brief that even the Primaris Space Marines nearby did not see what had just happened.

In just a moment, the bodies of 500 powerful Red Corsairs fell on the battlefield in pieces.

Dukel began to run faster, and his majestic body showed a speed that mortals could not imagine at this time. He faced the torrent of explosive bombs poured down by the Red Corsairs.

Like a hero in an epic myth, he led his warriors to charge.

The explosive bombs with strong impact and penetration did not leave even a dent on the surface of the Warmaster's armor.

Amid the impact of armor and bombs, the roar of a dragon could be heard faintly, accompanied by a pure and angry dragon roar.

Dukel fell into the center of the enemy's position like a meteor, and a champion of the Red Pirates was beheaded by him with a sword, leaving a long trail of blood on the land where he stood before his death.

He punched the arsonist demon, and the body of this powerful demon exploded before its consciousness could react.

The pink horror tried to sneak attack the original body, and bright flames jumped from its fingertips, but when the flames covered the position less than one foot away from the original body.

Suddenly, a roar of a giant dragon exploded clearly in the consciousness of the pink horror demon, and the bright flames dissipated in the air. The pink horror demon still had a successful smile, but its soft body had collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

On this battlefield, there are fallen warriors blessed by Chaos, and powerful demons representing tricks and vicious spells.

If any of them appeared in the real universe, they would bring doomsday disasters to one or more worlds.

But this time, they were no longer facing unarmed mortals, but human guardians in armor led by the Imperial Warmaster.

Duke led the warriors to destroy the enemy's resistance with crushing force. In their war cry, the demons knew the horror of humans for the first time.

Every attack of the loyal warriors was unstoppable, and no demons or traitors could resist them.

Even the demons who were lucky enough to fight back before death would only get a slight scratch on the surface of the solid armor.

Adeline, the Grand Sister of the Silver Robe Sisters, looked at the Primarch in the battle and looked at the tall and majestic demigod body of the other party. As a devout believer of the Emperor, she was excited by this scene and could not help herself.

A son of a God-Emperor, the undefeated God of War led the warriors of the Empire to carry out a bloody reckoning with the darkness that had lingered in the Empire for thousands of years.

She was very glad that she could be a part of this war. This was the greatest cause of her life. Nothing could compare to following a great commander and fulfilling the ideals of all mankind.

"Bless you, my lord." Adeline looked up at the face of the warmaster. The height difference between the two made her have to do this.

She blessed the primarch from the bottom of her heart, and a tear of excitement fell from her eye socket.

"Thank you, my emperor. We are so insignificant. How can we be favored by you and send your son to us again to give us hope and salvation."

She prayed to the emperor in her heart, but at this moment, a huge noise came from not far away. A red pirate wielded a shark-toothed sword and rushed straight to the elder sister Adeline.

This experienced fallen warrior keenly noticed Adeline's distraction on the battlefield and firmly grasped the opportunity that flashed by.

But he was wrong, this was a mistake that was doomed to be irreversible.

He had not even approached Adeline within ten meters, and his self-proclaimed strong body was melted by the golden light like a flame.

Like an insignificant snowflake facing the scorching sun, in just a moment, the fallen warrior melted on the battlefield.

The nuns who were still fighting around looked sideways after seeing this strange phenomenon.

After a moment of astonishment, their eyes were filled with unanimous envy and blessings.

A familiar and powerful force was burning in the body of Sister Adeline.

The nuns understood that their sister had received the enlightenment of the Emperor of God with her own piety and purity.

In this golden flame, the sister's mortal body will be burned, and from then on, she will walk in this mortal world with the sacred posture of a saint.

When the existence of the saint was announced, it became the goal of the nuns' lifelong pursuit and the best proof of their pure faith.

But for most nuns, saints are just illusory legends in myths after all.

In their limited lives, they can't even be sure whether saints really exist.

But now, they have witnessed the birth of a saint with their own eyes, and witnessed a holy spirit shedding his mortal body in the flames and serving the Lord of mankind until eternity.

For a time, the morale of the nuns burst to the peak. They also wanted this supreme glory. The Emperor of God was watching them. As long as they could get His favor, even if they were crushed to pieces and their flesh was cut into mud, what was there to fear?

At this time, Adeline also noticed the supernatural changes that had taken place in herself. She clearly felt that there was a real fire surging in her heart.

The golden light flowed through her blood, making her eyes radiate golden light, but her pupils were still extremely deep black, with the golden light and black pupils clearly separated. These eyes were like a pair of coronas burning with flame rings.

And golden flames also ignited on her body, rolling and gushing.

The silver-white short hair faded away the darkness of mortals and became crystal clear, as if it was forged from flowing silver.

A big demon tried to go around behind the elder sister and launch a fatal attack on her, interrupting the ritual that annoyed the demon.

But Adeline just gently waved the blade in her hand and easily killed the demon.

It was as if she was not killing a powerful demon, but a harmless lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Adeline felt that she was extremely powerful, and she was happy about this power. With this power, she could better serve the ideals of the Emperor and the Warmaster.

The nuns expressed their respect for her. Nothing could be more worthy of their respect than the devout faith of the elder sister.

"Sister, congratulations."

The nuns approached her and blessed her transformation.

Adeline waved her sword to kill the enemies in front of her one by one, and responded, "Everything is the will of the Emperor, and I am just a servant. I will fulfill my mission, assist the warmaster, and fight for the common ideals of mankind until he calls me back to the Golden Throne. I will die."

"A holy spirit who loyally serves the Emperor has descended upon us." The nuns exclaimed.

"Everything is the will of the Emperor."

The newly promoted saint rushed into the enemy camp, and the nuns accompanied her.

Dukel, who was still in a fierce battle, was also attracted by the vision on the nun's side.

He was not surprised by the occurrence of this scene. Compared with the nun, he knew more.

In Duke's mind, living saints are similar to the existence of gods and demons. They all have the essence of great existence in their bodies. In a sense, they are the incarnations of gods walking in the secular world.

But the emperor is slightly different from the gods. The emperor has now cut off his divine side. The man who is about to become a god has given up the throne in front of him and chosen to return to the people.

The divine side that he abandoned was picked up by Duke and made into the ultimate weapon of the virtual world - the truth of the circle.

This weapon is still destroying everything in the subspace day and night. Now the state religion and nuns believe in this weapon devoutly.

Compared with the emperor who once had humanity, the truth of the circle created completely by divinity is more like a god in a sense.

He has no human emotions, and more importantly, the meaning of his existence is to serve mankind.

In Duke's mind, only gods who are willing to be tools of mankind are good gods.

God should not be above people, but should be below people.

Only gods who are valuable to mankind are worthy of being worshipped by hundreds of millions of believers and enjoying an inexhaustible source of faith.

And this great nun on the battlefield, whose pure faith was recognized by the truth of the circle, was directly promoted to a living saint.

The former emperor might have favored a certain individual due to human emotions, but now the truth of the circle will only respond to his believers like a rigorous logical program and serve mankind forever.

In such a mechanism, it can be expected that more and more saints will emerge in the future and become a force that cannot be ignored in the empire.

Mass production of saints is one of the important purposes of Duker's creation of the truth of the circle.

Only the king of men is worthy of sitting on the throne above all others. Man-made gods will become tools to assist people.

On the battlefield, Doom Slayer Dum and his fighting brothers are always by the side of the Primarch.

Dum looked at every enemy who tried to sneak attack the Primarch with vigilant eyes. In his opinion, every enemy might pose a threat to the Primarch, and as the son of the Primarch, he must eliminate these dangers.

With fierce fighting, they followed Duker and used his powerful strength to kill through the lines of the Chaos forces.

Duker also held a sword in his hand and faced the so-called mocker of fate.

The mocker of fate, Zanrak, was extremely tall, and he dragged a thick and powerful crocodile-like tail behind him.

A pair of irregular horns were deformed on the swollen skull.

Duker's strength forced him to go all out.

Otherwise, he would probably be ruthlessly slaughtered by the Primarch.

"It's time to reveal your fate, you idiot from the Crystal Palace."

Dukel laughed at the other party's arrogance. If he didn't cut him into eight pieces today, he would be embarrassed to continue to be the warmaster of the Empire.

Dukel felt that he was the embodiment of the word "cosmic courage" for daring to speak so arrogantly in front of him.

"Primarch, your arrogance will lead you to a tragic fate."

The mocker of fate replied.

But Dukel didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore.

He pressed the button on the power hilt and activated the force field of the sword. The red light wrapped around the sword along the lines of the sword.

Then a golden flame ignited on the sword, bursting out a powerful energy wave.

The mocker of fate was angry at the other party's disregard.

In his eyes, the so-called Primarch was just a young junior, but he was so rude.

His birth was extraordinary. Long before the birth of the Lord of Destiny, he was a powerful entity in the subspace.

In the endless years, he speculated that a powerful master would sit on the throne of his domain. The Fate Mocker was not interested in the throne, but if following the other party could make him see more of his destiny, he didn't care whether he became the other party's slave.

An ancient existence like him was now ridiculed by young humans.

Even if the other party had the power of a demigod, he still felt angry.

But when the two sides really fought, he was shocked to find that his insignificant anger was not enough to bridge the gap between the two.

Even in the warp, he also had the power of a demigod, but he still couldn't compete with the other party.

A beam of blue malicious flames gushed out from his scepter, but was easily blocked by Dukor.

The Primarch took advantage of this opportunity to quickly approach the other party and chopped directly at the head of the Fate Mocker with the sword in his hand.

Zanrak could only swing his long sword to barely parry, and the huge force transmitted from the sword body caused cracks in his arms.

The sound of swords clashing against each other resounded throughout the battlefield, like the sound of death ringing out on the battlefield.