Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Dukel easily took control of the battlefield. No matter how the demon roared and raged, he could not reverse the decline.

He kicked the Fate Mocker to the ground, and slashed down with the giant sword in his hand, cutting off one of the demon's arms.

From the demon's wound, the same azure flame flowed out, and the fiery blood spread on the broken soil.

Dukel's blade pointed at his heart,

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. On the contrary, I will mercifully grant you eternal existence, and I will bring you into immortality - just like Carlos. I will hang all of you who claim to have seen through fate on my flag, so that you can witness the rise of the greatest race of mankind with your own eyes. Then you will understand what I said, and know that what I said is not a crazy illusion, but an irresistible will of heaven."

The words of the Supreme War Marshal were loud and clear, and every word hit the hearts of every warrior present and took root firmly.

The Empire is a great country built because of shared ideals, and it will surely rise again in the ideals.

Every loyalist firmly believes in this.

But the Mocker of Fate disdains this.

"Son of the Curse, your wild words are too early. There is no point in defeating me. My appearance here is the arrangement of fate. You are too small to understand what kind of existence He is. Everything is on His chessboard, everything is in His plan. I accept the arrangement of fate calmly, even if I will die here."

The demon spoke, holding the scepter in his only remaining arm, emitting blue psychic shocks, and the storm in the subspace shook, trying to hinder the steps of the Imperial Warmaster.

But everything he did was in vain.

Dukel strode forward, as if he did not see the existence of the storm. His body was still as steady as an iron tower, and was not shaken by the storm.

Only his long black hair danced in this terrible storm. He walked out of the storm and approached the Mocker of Fate step by step.

Then he used the sword in his hand to cut off the scepter in the demon's hand, and with the remaining force, he also cut off the other's only remaining hand.

"I know who your master is. Your master is God. I admit that He is very powerful."

The Fate Mocker, who was lying on the ground, suddenly heard such words from the Imperial Warmaster. He felt unbelievable at first, and then disdain surged in his heart.

The other party was still talking nonsense before, but he didn't expect that he would also be convinced by the supreme power of fate.

However, this is justified in the eyes of the Fate Mocker. For a small and weak race like humans, it is only natural to succumb to the power of the Lord of Fate.

In front of fate, any powerful existence should bow down.

But before the emotions in his heart spread, he heard Duker continue to say,

"But do you know who we are? We are human!"

Duker's words were very brief, but the Fate Mocker could hear the meaning in them.

In the eyes of the other party, the title of human is a far greater existence than God. The other party believed this from the bottom of his heart and put it into practice.

Being able to say such words made the demon, who represented blasphemy and fear, tremble and be speechless for a while.

"You are too arrogant!" He was speechless for a moment and could only roar to express his true thoughts.

But Duker didn't care about his anger.

"This is not arrogance, this is a fact. Even the weakest mortals will not succumb to fate and gods. As long as there is a possibility, we will choose to hold these firmly in our hands. If you are familiar with our history, you will know that only tens of thousands of years ago we regarded fire as an irresistible miracle."

"But in just tens of thousands of years, humans, a small and fragile race, have shouldered the responsibility of ruling the galaxy. As long as we have a goal and an ideal, we will do our best to surpass it. On this road, we don't care about being enemies with any existence, and all existences that block our ultimate goal will be cleared. You and your master will be no exception."

Duker's words made the mocker of fate feel boundless fear for no reason.

As the embodiment of fate and fear, the ruler of all nightmares, the person in front of him now told him that he was not considered an enemy at all.

The Mocker of Fate wanted to refute loudly.

But when he looked up, he looked into Duke's fiery eyes, and he lost the confidence to refute with just one glance.

Because at this moment, he finally understood why the inexhaustible fire of courage in the other's eyes was burning.

"I take back what I said before, you are not worth mentioning, you are the most crazy and blasphemous race among the stars!" The Mocker of Fate cursed with his last strength.

Duke didn't care about his last cry, because in the process, he had pulled out the other's head and the entire spine, and tied it to the flagpole of the Fate Eagle Flag.

The spine of the Mocker of Fate, burning with psychic flames, was quickly merging with the flagpole, and in a way that completely violated the laws of physics, the flagpole eventually turned into a texture similar to crystal, and overflowed with blue and gold flames.

This flame does not exist in reality, but it has unimaginable power.

Dukel took the tall battle flag in his hand and waved it easily, and then a satisfied look appeared on his face. The current Fate Eagle Battle Flag is much stronger than before, and can even be used as a handy weapon when necessary.

And this illusory fire interwoven with gold and blue will also bring deep torture to the enemy from an angle beyond imagination.

The defeat of a demon lord directly led to the complete loss of the courage of this demon world to resist, and ushered in an avalanche-like defeat.

The Red Corsairs and the Tzeentch Demon Army were not opponents of the Imperial Legion. They could gather around the Fate Mocker and resist stubbornly.

But now, the demon lord has been defeated, and the Fate Mocker was even tied directly to the flagpole of the opponent's battle flag.

When Dukel appeared on the battlefield holding the battle flag, the blasphemers who saw this scene collapsed directly.

Everything in the demon world inevitably went to destruction, and the powerful Primarch and loyal warriors swept everything.

The fallen traitors subconsciously revealed their cowardice in front of this powerful and unstoppable army of loyalists.

Reality ruthlessly broke their naive fantasies.

After the failure of the Fate Mocker, no demon could fight against Duker.

The Lord of Destruction destroyed everything here recklessly.

Every attack of Duker was accompanied by flying limbs and arms.

With a bang, the last demon exploded in front of him, countless human traitors had been beheaded, and countless corpses accumulated together to form a large mountain.

People cheered for victory and followed the footsteps of the warmaster. They won again.

In their carnival feast, Duker, as the commander, did not participate.

As the demons were cleared, the crystal jungle was burned.

The blue river of fire gradually dried up, replaced by turbid water.

The thick fog has disappeared, visibility has improved, and the vision has become brighter.

The mottled colors of the sky gradually faded and became pale and bright.

The strange atmosphere of the warp lingered, but the situation of this world was much better than before.

Every demon world was shaped by the great demon that controlled it. With the death of the mocker of fate, this world returned to its original appearance.

All this made everyone happy. With the current technology of the Empire, as long as the chaos power was expelled, even the demon world would be restored to a habitable planet.

This world was occupied by the Empire.

This world also escaped the end of destruction.

The extinction weapon will not completely bomb this world. Although it is still not suitable for human homes, the Second Legion will build a huge factory in this world that can cover the entire world.

After arranging all this, the expeditionary corps set sail again.

The soldiers of the Empire boarded the ships in an orderly manner and returned to their ships to rest.

Then they continued to go deeper into the warp without stopping.

The main purpose of their journey this time was to rescue Saint Efilar, so they could not waste too much time in rest.

This almost restless march did not receive the will of the imperial soldiers.

As one of the spokespersons of the warmaster, Saint Efilar has been fighting on the front line and has driven away countless enemies of the empire.

The fame brought by the accumulation of long-term military exploits has made her very prestigious within the empire. No one will have any complaints about saving such a loyal hero.

On the other side.

Efilar's bitter battle is still going on. The darkness spreads on the ship, and monsters swarm through the sea of ​​souls.

The tortured warriors, holding their weapons tightly, are still resisting unyieldingly. The swarming demons attack every imperial warship.

The sound of war cries and prayers is endless in the communication channel.

One after another, the giant ships are in a bitter battle. At this time, one third of the originally powerful fleet has lost most of its combat capabilities.

If this continues, I am afraid that they will be wiped out before Dukel arrives.

And they can't stay here forever.

Aiflar knew the opponent's tricks well and tried to use them as bait to ambush the Duker fleet.

The saints could not let the demons get their wish. In the constant shift of the battle line, they finally found a demon world.

Through the tides of the Sea of ​​Souls, the psychics in the fleet learned the name of this world - Belia IV.

Hearing this name, Aiflar frowned tightly. This planet is notorious even in the chaotic subspace.

Belia IV is the world of the old women.

The old women world is a witness to the glory of the Eldar in the past. They are the planets colonized by the Eldar in the past.

It is also the most developed and glorious world of the Eldar in the past.

They were once glorious, but now they are ruins shrouded in darkness.

When the Eldar Empire had not yet collapsed, Belia IV was the cultural and economic hub of the Eldar.

There is an unparalleled temple here, dedicated to the gods of the Eldar and the main god Asuryan.

In today's galaxy, few people have heard of Asuryan, but in the past, he was the father of all gods and the master of all things in the mythology of the Eldar.

The Eldar gods were once extremely glorious. They participated in the War of Heaven and served as the main force to face the Star Gods.

But after the extreme glory, there was decline and fall.

The Eldar gods who shone in the War in Heaven did a lot of stupid things after the war, as if they were insane.

They even took the initiative to cut off the connection with the Eldar, breaking off the faith that could strengthen themselves.

It was precisely because of the loss of the guidance of the Eldar gods that the Eldar became licentious and depraved, until they detonated the craziest desires and led to the birth of Slaanesh.

The first thing Slaanesh did after its birth was to kill the Eldar gods.

Only the God of Laughter, Cirgo, who escaped into the Webway, the God of War, Cain, who was smashed into a thousand pieces by Khorne, and the Goddess of Life, Aisha, who was captured by Dukor from the depths of the Garden of Nurgle.

The Eldar Pantheon collapsed, and only these Eldar gods remained in the world, but they also fell into a miserable situation.

The reason why Efilar frowned was that there might be dark Eldars in this old woman's world.

Some Space Marines who had fought against the dark Eldar learned that they had fought against the dark Eldar in this world.

Various conflicts often break out in this world, and various strange Eldar technological creations are still in operation.

In order to prevent Slaanesh from devouring their souls, the wandering Dark Eldar will do their best to kill all the souls they see.

If it were normal times, Efiral would only bring destruction to this world.

But now, in order to fight against the pursuing demon army, she must land in this world and use the planet to build a defense line.

When Efiral's fleet broke through the blockade of the Chaos Maelstrom and approached the demon world of Belia IV.

From the undercurrent of the Soul Sea, a group of Chaos fleets emerged.

Judging from the blasphemous paint and their warband logo, this fleet belongs to the 17th Legion that betrayed the Empire - the Word Bearers.

Efiral did not expect to encounter the Word Bearers in this galaxy.

The moment the other party appeared, they immediately opened fire on the Imperial fleet, as if they had already anticipated Efiral's route.

Knowing that the Imperial fleet would appear here, they set up an ambush in advance.

The enemy aimed the first shell of the main gun at Efiral's flagship.

The shells carried blasphemous purple flames, tearing through the turbulence of the warp, and finally disappeared on the surface of the energy shield of the Empire, creating layers of visible ripples in the void.

The attack of the Word Bearers was extremely violent, and more intensive and fierce attacks followed, madly hitting the energy shield of the Imperial fleet.

In a series of violent and rainstorm-like attacks, the secondary systems of the warships all issued crazy and rapid alarms.

After escaping from the warp vortex, Efilar no longer needed to overdraw her own energy. She picked up a spear specially made of Argentum energy metal, came to the bridge, and calmly stared at the battle in the void.

The Imperial fleet responded quickly, and the two powerful fleets began a fierce artillery exchange.

The stray bullets fired by both sides drew dense flashes in the void. In the star system of Belia IV World, hundreds of giant ships were crowded, so many that their shadows covered the sky.

Saint Efilar scanned the deck and soon found a target on the deck of the Word Bearers' flagship that could not be ignored.

It was a giant with golden light all over his body. His majestic figure could not be ignored even in the vast battlefield of stars.

It was——

"Great Word Bearer Lorca." Efilar whispered the other party's name, and the sharp and cold spear was tightly held in her hand.