Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

At the forefront of the empire, under the command of the commander, the mortal soldiers lined up to block the green tide head-on.

This formation is undoubtedly a bit stupid, and it is impossible to bring into play the high mobility of the soldiers wearing the destroyer armor.

But there is no doubt, because this stupid tactic has only one purpose, that is, to protect the warmaster from any harm.

If you can use your life in exchange for the unharmed empire warmaster, then no empire soldier will refuse.

This is a strong belief condensed by loyalty and honor.

The loyalist soldiers thought they would have another big battle with the green orcs, but no one was afraid of it.

They had just defeated the demon army of the gods, and now even if there was another group of orc aliens, they would not be afraid at all.

Many people even had excited blood in their hearts.

The soldiers were eager to show their bravery to their supreme commander on this battlefield full of glory.

However, the expected war with the green orcs did not break out.

The orc army tore through the last line of defense of the Chaos forces, but did not attack the imperial soldiers.

Instead, they all lay prostrate on the ground and roared waaagh together.

This scene made many people look surprised.

Their eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement.

What are these orcs doing?

Even Dukel almost froze when he saw such a large group of orcs lying in front of him and screaming.

His eyes swept over the orcs' exposed skin and found that there was no symbol of overlapping heavy wheels belonging to Duke on their bodies.

These orcs did not believe in Duke.

Dukel was confused for a while. Orcs are the most unruly race in the galaxy. Their existence itself is the embodiment of the word cosmic barbarism.

Even if he absorbed more orc energy, he could only reflect the fear of the orcs, but could not make the orcs surrender.

Just as he was confused, Dukel looked at the warlord standing in the forefront.

His eyes suddenly became empty and stopped on the warlord.

Because at this moment, from behind the warlord, his spiritual vision observed a more majestic figure.

It was a figure taller and stronger than Duker, with dark skin and eyes as red as sparks.

"Is it you, Vulkan?" he asked.

The giant standing opposite did not answer, but stretched out his palm, as if to hold Duker's palm tightly.

However, as soon as the giant's palm stretched out, it shattered in mid-air, and the blurred figure was also shattered in Duker's spiritual vision.

Then, everything returned to normal.

It was as if the figure Duker had seen before was just an illusion when he was absent-minded.

But he knew very well that it could never be an illusion.

Duker smiled, and he felt a little happy. At the moment when he was fighting among the dark stars, his brother was also fighting in another dangerous place.

And the same results were fruitful.

This feeling of fighting side by side made Duker miss it a little.

Duker hasn't communicated with Vulkan for a long time.

Even though his avatar coexists with Vulkan in the orc network, they have to cut off all contact in order to avoid the two evil gods.

But when he saw the scene just now, Duker knew that his brother was about to win. The increasingly weak orc god, the illusory cage constructed by the god, could not trap the Lord of Fire Dragon forever.

Vulkan has begun to try to influence the real universe and has successfully taken the first step.

As Duker continues to weaken the source of faith of the two orc gods in the real universe, they will become weaker, just like the gods of the Eldar.

By then, Vulkan will return to the empire.

The loyal orcs of the empire will also get rid of the coercion of the two evil gods.

This is a battle that is destined to be difficult, but fortunately, the two people fighting side by side have enough tacit understanding.

"Warmaster, how to deal with these orcs?" Dum asked standing aside.

He did not call Duker his father, but he had to call him by his position on the battlefield.

Dumu still held the weapon tightly in his hand, and the Astartes must always be vigilant.

Dukel came back to his senses, and he focused his eyes on the orc warlord again,

"These Orks have sworn allegiance to me, so we can no longer kill them. The Empire will set up a new military organization to accommodate them. If in future wars, these little guys prove that they can abandon their barbaric nature and fight for us, then we will also give them a free place to live."

Dukel read out his decision, and from then on the Empire will have an additional "Imperial Orc" organization.

The officers on the battlefield looked at each other, but they didn't say much after all.

The matter of accepting orcs can be big or small. If you insist on pursuing it, you can charge them with colluding with aliens.

But to be fair, which army in the Empire has not recruited alien mercenaries?

No one will make a fuss about this little thing and offend the Empire's warmaster who is in the limelight.

Moreover, today when the Emperor has not stepped down from the throne, even those who have evil intentions cannot find anyone to judge Duker.

Duker turned his head and looked at a woman standing among the soldiers.

Her name is Anna, and she is a war correspondent from the Imperial Newspaper.

"Reporter, how will you publish this in the newspaper?" Duke asked Anna.

"My lord, I will objectively describe the truth to the people of the empire. This is my duty." Anna answered professionally.

Duke did not speak, but continued to stare at her.

Feeling the gaze of a primarch, the huge pressure made Anna feel that her blood seemed to solidify at this moment.

She knew that Duke wanted her to answer more specifically.

"The warmaster came to the battlefield in person, and the Orks bowed their heads. This is the embodiment of our race's destiny." Anna replied in a hurried tone. She had to do so. The primarch's gaze almost suffocated her.

Duke nodded with satisfaction and looked away, "This is indeed very objective."

Then he took a step and stopped in front of the orc warlord,

"Orc warrior, how should I call you?"

"Iron armor." The orc warlord lay on the ground and buried his face deeply in the mud to express his respect.

"Okay. Iron Armor." Dukel continued to ask, "Tell me, how many gods do the orcs believe in?"

"Two."

"Good answer." Dukel, "What are their names?"

"I don't know, I only know Gogo and Maoge." The orc warlord answered a little confused.

"No, I remembered it wrong." Dukel shook his head slowly, "Orcs have two gods, that's right, but they are not Gogo and Maoge."

"They are Dugo and Fugo."

"Ah?" The expression of the warlord became more confused.

After a friendly exchange with the orcs, the warlord ordered his boys to bring several large boxes of heavy teeth.

This is his offering to Dukel.

In the orc society, teeth are used as currency, which is the foundation of the orc economy.

Teeth must be strong and sharp, and they must be milky white to have real value.

Contributing teeth is the best way that Iron Armor can imagine to offer loyalty.

Ironclad was huge, even bigger than Ogryn, and only slightly shorter than Dukel.

The size of orcs was directly related to their strength. A bigger orc would always have a higher status and wisdom that other green-skinned guys did not have.

The Ironclad in front of him was very different from the barbaric orcs. His behavior was more similar to that of humans. He knew how to exchange courtesy and how to read people's expressions.

His performance surprised some officers who were familiar with the habits of orcs.

Dukel knew that this orc was more special than that.

He saw that the orc warlord had lost most of his head. With such a serious injury, even with the magical physique of orcs, he should have died long ago.

But Ironclad would not die, and could even benefit from it.

Because he was Vulkan's elect, or more accurately, Vulcan's elect in the orc network.

He was Vulcan's chosen agent in the real universe. He only needed to be given a little time, and he was destined to grow into a being that was no less powerful than Bonebreaker Sakara.

Duker accepted the orcs' gift and did not show any disdain for the teeth.

Then, he looked at the living saint Efilar and the interrogation priest Asmodai.

The previous actions of the two had never been out of Duker's control.

But no matter what, Efilar and Asmodai were defeated after all.

This was the first defeat of the Imperial Fleet under his command.

Now that the war is over, maybe it's time to consider giving them some punishment and give an explanation to the people of the Empire.

The modified Thunderhawk fighter has a slender and beautiful body and takes practicality into consideration.

It can fight flexibly in the air and can quickly transport soldiers from the ground to low-Earth orbit.

The technical engineer and the mechanical priest are carefully debugging the parameters of the fighter to prepare for the next voyage.

Anna, a reporter from the Imperial Newspaper, silently hoped that they could speed up the progress. Every second that passed at this time made her feel that she was wasting her life.

The Warmaster and the Doomsday Warriors have returned to the battleship using the virtual teleportation technology.

A trial against the commander of the Imperial Fleet, the Living Saint Efilar, and the Dark Angels Inquisition Priest Asmodai is about to begin.

From a personal point of view, Anna does not think that these two should be tried. In her opinion, the Living Saint and the Inquisition Priest are both Imperial heroes.

But no matter what, this is the first defeat under the Warmaster.

As a reporter for the Imperial newspaper, Anna also wants to know what kind of punishment the Warmaster will give to the two.

Anna is just a mortal, and her fragile body is not enough to support her to use teleportation technology.

The pressure brought by teleportation is not worth mentioning for the Space Marines, but for a woman who only knows how to write articles, it is enough to crush her into a meat paste.

So even though she is already anxious, she can only wait in the cabin of the Thunderhawk fighter.

The Thunderhawk is very fast and can return to the battleship in just half an hour.

In the anxious eyes of the reporter, the indicator light of the instrument of the Mechanical Priest jumped green.

"Praise the God of All Machines, the Machine Soul is in a good mood and everything is ready."

"So everything you did just now was just to make the Machine Soul happier?"

Anna was a little helpless. These technical priests of the Mechanical God Cult always behaved strangely in the eyes of mortals.

"Female, you simply cannot understand that this Thunderhawk was supposed to carry the Warmaster back, but you are the only one waiting. You cannot understand the frustration of the Machine Soul, you only care about your own business." The Mechanical Priest responded with a little anger.

Anna: "."

Facing the mentally unstable priest, she shut her mouth tactfully.

Accompanying her were two Primaris Space Marines, who were responsible for protecting the reporter's return.

If someone thinks that a commander's reporter just stays behind the battlefield, uses her slender hands to write down the information fed back from the front line, and organizes it into her own words.

That's a big mistake. As a war correspondent, Anna must have insight into everything on the battlefield, and always pay attention to the Warmaster's every move, running with the soldiers in the war.

Only in this way can we get closer to the battlefield and record the most realistic war scenes for the people of the Empire.

Anna only has the right to record. Without the permission of the Warmaster, the Imperial Newspaper dare not even publish the information she recorded.

Such things are not uncommon. Many records may be sealed at the appropriate time, or they may never see the light of day.

Anna knows the necessity of this. As a reporter, she must abide by the rules of the Legion.

It is her honor to record the most real war for the people of the empire. As for those secret things, it may be the best choice to never make them public.

The driver adjusted all the parameters. As the start button was pressed, the engine of the Thunderhawk fighter plane vibrated slightly.

This vibration is very weak. If you don't feel it carefully, you can't really detect it.

But the reporter's delicate mind is the strength of Anna. She can clearly feel the vibration of the engine. Along with the roar of the engine, the blue-purple tail flame gushed out.

The powerful thrust provides enough lift for the fighter.

The driver pushed the power lever to the end, and the fighter plane left a slowly spreading white smoke on the spot, and then rushed into the sky fiercely.

Through the windshield of the fighter plane, Anna can see the golden clouds.

She was not a scholar who specialized in studying the Eye of Terror, but she also knew that the Eye of Terror should be a hopeless darkness without a trace of light.

And this dazzling golden light came from the banner of the Warmaster, splashing the glory of the Empire on this planet and even covering the entire galaxy.

The fighter plane rose all the way, breaking through the golden clouds, and experienced a storm of mixed flames, various diffuse poisonous fogs, and colorful subspace turbulence.

This is the remnant of the power of Chaos.

The minions of the gods did not seize this world, but the arrival of such a huge demon army still changed the world forever.

Unless the Empire is willing to spend a lot of time to clean up the remaining power of Chaos, but this is impossible, the Empire cannot spend too much energy on this planet.

This victory does not mean that humans are immune to the erosion of the subspace.

Even if the Astartes monks stay in the Eye of Terror for too long, they will gradually be corroded and become puppets of Chaos.

Anna looked at this world scarred by war with reverence. She wanted to record every detail so that the people of the empire would understand what kind of enemy the warriors who walked out of the crowd were fighting against.