Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Horus and Lorca set foot on the land of Belia IV. There was no large army accompanying them. Only a fallen warrior of the Black Legion was guarding them.

Suddenly, Horus looked up and looked at the colorful sky, where he saw a golden sky eagle swooping down from the sky.

His expression became solemn in an instant - Dukel also airdropped to the ground battlefield, which was not good news for them.

Fortunately, there were enough demon armies on the ground battlefield to delay Dukel for a long time.

They had to reach the Temple City before Dukel.

As for now, he was not ready to fight Dukel head-on.

Horus looked around, looking for his four friends, wanting them to help delay Dukel's steps.

But after searching around, he was shocked to find that his four reliable friends had disappeared without a trace.

"We must speed up." After searching in vain, Horus could only urge himself to go faster.

Around the Temple City.

Cain, the legendary political commissar of Valhalla, took on the responsibility of guarding the core of the temple according to the instructions of the saint.

"May the great majesty lower his merciful eyes and everything be peaceful."

Commissar Cain prayed in a low voice, holding the weapon in his hands tightly, and sweat overflowed from his palms due to excessive tension.

He is an imperial hero, so he is the focus of everyone's attention; he is a legendary political commissar, so he shoulders a heavy burden.

But Cain just wants to cry. If he can, he would rather give up these honors, because in his cognition, he is a cowardly and cowardly counterfeit, neither the strong and brave of the imperial hero, nor the invincibility of the legendary political commissar. He relies only on the little bit of luck brought to him by the favor of his majesty.

At this moment, he was arranged in this important position, standing among a group of heroes. In a trance, he felt like a sled dog who strayed into a wolf pack and was at a loss.

Cain did not notice that when he prayed to the emperor in panic, his shadow had an abnormal fluctuation.

"This idiot!" Midnight Wanderer Curz cursed in his heart.

As the only two Lords of the Night in the Empire, Curze was not favored by the shadow like the Lord of the Raven.

But the power he possessed allowed him to see through the deepest fears in others' hearts.

Like a sensitive hound, he accurately smelled the fear in Kane.

It was this cowardice that caused Curze's contempt.

In fact, Curze had long wanted to break away from Kane's shadow and act alone.

But Kane's poor performance made him decide to stay and observe for a few more days.

What if he misunderstood this Imperial hero?

But after a few days of observation, he successfully accumulated a lot of anger.

The legendary political commissar of the Imperial Hero? This kind of stuff?

It was that the ten thousand years of lonely defense in front of the throne had worn down his edge. If it was during the Great Expedition, Kane's skin would have been peeled off and hung on the flagpole by him as a warning to others.

Curze even felt sorry for Dukel.

The heroes of the Empire are all this kind of stuff. He dared not imagine what the Imperial Army would look like ten thousand years later.

How did Duker lead such a legion to save this dark era?

Could he kill all the enemies by himself with his own bravery?

But there are trillions of enemies in the galaxy, how can his brother kill them all by himself?

Just as he sighed in his heart.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the top of the sky.

Kane and Koz looked up at the sky at the same time, and happened to witness a golden giant eagle with wings that could cover the sky swooping down.

Political Commissar Kane's spirits were lifted, and the worries and anxieties about the battlefield situation that filled his heart before disappeared at this moment.

He knew who was coming.

The warmaster set foot in this world, so the arrival of victory was only a matter of sooner or later.

But Kane didn't have much time to be excited.

Free time is always short, and he will have to devote himself to his own battle next.

The demon army is still constantly attacking the core of the temple. He must fight with the soldiers to ensure that the front line does not collapse.

Accompanied by a sharp laugh, a group of lost souls ran over.

Their souls had been taken away by the demons, and their bodies were also corrupted.

Kane crouched in the trench, holding a laser pistol in his hand, aiming at these suffering compatriots.

"Shoot!" He roared and gave orders.

Dense laser beams streaked across the battlefield, tearing the bodies of the lost souls.

Like a dance, the lasers shattered their bodies, forcing them to jump and twist.

But even so, these lost souls still did not fall.

"Idiot, shoot their heads!" A voice sounded in Kane's ears, as if in his shadow.

"Oh yes, shoot their heads!" Kane shouted again in the voice channel.

But when he shouted this, he suddenly felt creepy.

He turned his head sharply and looked around.

"Were you talking just now, Eugen?" He asked the man who was shooting next to him, who had a bad smell all over his body.

"No one spoke just now, except you." Eugen replied, "Maybe you are just too tired, Political Commissar."

Kane: "."

Kane was silent, his lips trembling unnaturally.

Even if he thought he was a fake, he was also a soldier who had experienced many battles. He believed that he would not hear wrongly.

Hearing unexplained noises in the middle of a battle is never a good thing.

Realizing that he was in big trouble, Kane became suspicious, even suspecting that it was corruption from Chaos.

His lips trembled slightly. He lay in the trench and kept firing while muttering to himself, "Relax, Kane, the God Emperor is looking after you. Maybe things are not that bad."

"Maybe you are hallucinating, maybe you are just crazy." Kane comforted himself in a low voice.

"Commissar, what did you say?" Jurgen heard his voice and asked loudly.

"No, it's nothing." Kane pretended to be calm, "Focus on the battle, Jurgen!"

He pretended to scold Jurgen, and then used a laser pistol to blow off the head of a lost soul.

"Your Majesty, my marksmanship is still accurate. This means there is nothing wrong with me, right?" Kane said to himself silently.

Then he changed his target, and he took aim at a lost soul wearing an officer's uniform with a monomolecular sword on his waist.

"Another poor man who died in the hands of the devil." Kane sighed in his heart, but then he thought again,

"If everything before was as I guessed, would I also become like this?"

This thought made his face turn pale, and he quickly pulled the trigger to give the lost soul relief.

The rotting flesh and blood collapsed weakly, and the imperial officers gained true peace.

"Jurgen, if I become like this, you must remember to let me rest in peace." Kane suddenly said.

"Don't worry, I will do it, Commissar." Jurgen replied quickly without any hesitation, and grinned at Kane, showing several large and uneven yellow teeth.

The eager expression seemed to Kane as if he couldn't wait for that scene to happen.

"You are really my good brother." Kane gritted his teeth and patted Jurgen on the shoulder.

Then he ignored him again.

The lost souls were quickly wiped out.

There were no cheers in the trenches, it was a small, insignificant victory for the best of these mortal troops.

A greater threat awaits them.

Kane squatted silently in the corner of the trench with his head in his hands, praying to the God Emperor in a low voice.

Coates: "."

This murderous ghost who had made the powerful on Terra frightened, his hands were itching unbearably at this moment, and the patience he had maintained in front of the throne for thousands of years was now reaching its limit.

For a moment, ten thousand ways for Kane to die flashed through Curze's mind.

At this time, new enemies once again attacked their defense line.

"Enemy attack!" The veteran responsible for the investigation responded quickly.

The muzzle fire once again illuminated the trenches, and in the roaring explosions, the swarms of blasphemers were blown into small pieces of carrion.

Lasers flashed over their heads.

Some agile demons reached the edge of the trench first.

Once here, they charged, charging into the trenches with force that shattered walls.

Some soldiers were frightened and ran away, but the demons rushed towards them again without stopping.

Kane also planned to move his position, but when he saw several young soldiers, they were surrounded by demons and were about to be brutally killed.

Although Kane was terrified, he gritted his teeth and could not ignore this scene.

He muttered "Emperor's blessing" silently, and then rushed forward.

In the shadow, Coze watched all this silently. In his opinion, the political commissar's actions were no different than committing suicide.

Curze watched this scene with a sneer. Even if Kane was killed, he would not come to the rescue.

He didn't think Kane's courage was commendable at all, he was just a reckless fool.

But when Kane was eager to save people and mustered up the courage in his heart to overcome his cowardice.

Coze in the shadow was shocked to find that this mortal political commissar actually burst out with power that made him look at him with admiration.

When charging, Kane's expression was still panic-stricken, but the laser pistol in his hand burst out with a dazzling light, and every shot hit the enemy's weak spot accurately.

Under the stunned eyes of Science and Technology, Kane fearfully killed all the enemies in the trenches and successfully restored the front line.

But Kane himself didn't seem to realize what he had done. After killing all the enemies, he was still vigilant with his heart beating wildly, guarding against those enemies who might come.

With the joint efforts of him and the soldiers, the demon was defeated again.

Kane gasped, stunned, and they had another small victory.

The soldiers gathered in front of the political commissar and cheered for his heroic performance.

Kane shrugged it off, still holding the laser gun tightly in his hand during the break.

He knew very well that he had no talent, all he had was a little favor from the emperor. In his opinion, everything just happened was just a lucky coincidence.

There is nothing to be complacent about.

Curze, who was in the shadow, was lost in thought.

Then he smiled with relief. His impression of this mortal political commissar had changed, and he seemed to understand why this political commissar could be called a hero of the empire.

The smoke on the battlefield became darker and darker, and visibility quickly decreased.

A war cry sounded from the smoke,

"When everyone is crazy, I am the only one who is alert."

"When everyone is proud, I am the only one who is humble."

"Everyone is advancing bravely, but I am cautious."

The impassioned tone and the well-disciplined team all indicate that this demon army is completely different from just now.

Kane raised his head suddenly, and a chill rose up his spine.

He clenched the laser pistol in his hand, and his joints lost their blood color.

The soldier next to him was also like this, with a bit of uneasiness on his face.

In the dark ashes, a black giant with a terrible outline walked out.

The friction sound of the ancient motor sounded with their every step.

They have a great reputation, and any soldier present can tell who they are at a glance.

"Warlord, we fight for you!" A soldier's lips trembled, trying to dispel fear with war cry and faith.

"Black Legion."

He murmured the name of these traitors.

The Black Legion is not difficult to identify, or rather, this name does not refer to a certain warband.

After the Great Heresy, the Shadow Moon Wolves surrendered to Chaos. They established the Black Legion and promised that any member of the warband would be their brother as long as they painted the power armor black.

"Stand still and stay calm!" Although Kane was also uneasy about the arrival of the Black Legion, he forced himself to calm down and issued instructions in the voice channel.

But Eugen and other soldiers who were familiar with him could hear fear in his tone.

The mortal legion always felt a deep sense of powerlessness when facing the Astartes.

"Shoot!" Kane gave the order without waiting for the target to enter the best shooting range.

Because the speed of the Astartes was even far beyond the reaction of mortal soldiers, experienced soldiers knew that once these traitors entered the best attack range, it would be too late to fire at them.

Thousands of weapons began to shine at the same time, and the bright light illuminated the entire front.

Kane saw that the soldiers' attacks accurately landed on the fallen warriors, but except for the black smoke rising from their armor, these traitors did not even slow down.

As if nothing had happened, the fallen warriors of the Black Legion ignored the bullets of the mortal soldiers and quickly charged towards the trench.

Their war cries became louder and louder, and their faces were clearly visible.

Koz was still lurking in the shadows, his eyes narrowed unconsciously, this was the unique expression he would show when he saw his prey.

This time, he no longer planned to hide.

Because he saw several familiar faces among the Black Legion's defectors, these faces reminded him of the brothers who disgusted him.

Especially among them was the Shadow Moon Wolf veteran from ten thousand years ago. Seeing his face, Koz's anger could not be suppressed.

It was a pity that their gene father had died ten thousand years ago, otherwise Koz really wanted to make an exception and give him a pleasant torture.

Just as Koz was immersed in those unpleasant memories.

"Warmaster." Koz cried out when he heard Kane on the battlefield.

Kane stared blankly ahead, he could only force himself not to turn around and run away by constantly reciting the name of the Warmaster.

Koz followed Kane's gaze.

Just then, two stalwart giants stepped out. Their bald heads reflected the halo of war. One was resolute and steady, while the other smiled as if he was proud.

They were extremely tall, and each of them was more than twice the size of a Space Marine.

"Horus? Lorgar? Horus! Lorgar!" Coze was stunned at first, and then his mouth couldn't stop curling up. His silent smile became more hideous, and a crazy smile was drawn on his pale face.

"You guys are here? You are here! You are not dead yet, you are not dead yet, hahahahahaha"

At this moment, Coze burst out with extremely crazy emotions. After seeing the two brothers who had been reunited after a long absence for thousands of years, in just a moment, he seemed to have turned into a terrifying midnight ghost again.

His emotions could not be suppressed, but unfortunately, no one present could see through the lurking of the Lord of the Night.

"Father, is this why you drove me away from the throne? This is truly a great gift and it is a delight." Koz restrained his gaze and emotions. He knew how to avoid the keen senses of his two brothers.