Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Efilar and Asmodai accepted the seemingly severe punishment. No matter how others viewed this matter, at this moment, not only were they not depressed about being punished, but there was a huge sense of surprise in their hearts. born.

There is no need to describe the pursuit of a saint.

Now she has a hundred years to serve the War Commander day and night. This is not a punishment for her. In exchange for such a result, let alone depriving her of the right to command soldiers, even if she is shattered to pieces. It's as sweet as glutinous rice.

As for Asmodai, no matter what the outcome of this war is, what will be waiting for him after he returns to the Dark Angels?

Although Asmodai has gradually understood the Lion King's thoughts in the desperate situation of the war, the gap between him and the Lion has not yet been eliminated.

Within the Dark Angels, although Asmodai still retains all his positions, he is in a state of idleness by the Lion.

Before the Lion King really thinks of him, he will be hidden in the most secret corner, and this time will probably be forever.

Now, the Warmaster dismissed him from all positions in the original legion. Although this deprived him of his honor, it also took him out of the sealed attic.

Compared to those insignificant false names, what Asmodai looks forward to most is to listen to the cries of betrayers and devote himself to the cause he loves most.

Asmodai looked at Efilar beside him, and found that the saint's face was also filled with unconcealable joy at this moment.

Only then did he realize belatedly that, just as the sage said before the war, this war had been under the control of the Warmaster from the beginning.

It is precisely because everything is tacitly approved by the Warmaster, so even if they fail, Dukel will use punishment to reward them.

This seemed like a severe punishment, but it gave them what they really dreamed of.

And the Warmaster's intention was far more than that - Asmodai observed the expressions of everyone present and found that the real rulers in the galaxy all had complicated expressions at this moment.

Their expressions varied, but without exception they were all reflecting on themselves.

Just from their expressions, Asmodai could tell what kind of uproar would be caused within the empire when today's trial was truly made public.

From Asmodai's point of view, although he could not understand the true purpose of the Warmaster's actions.

But when he looked up at the original body on the throne, he could see the other person's calm smile.

From this incident, he got a glimpse of the Imperial Warmaster's tactics. Although it was just the tip of the iceberg, he was convinced.

But this seems to be a matter of course. Only such a great commander can reunite the huge galactic empire into an unstoppable force.

Empire Newspaper reporter Anna has countless thoughts in her mind, and articles are brewing in her heart.

If time had not allowed, she would have been unable to suppress her desire to write and publish these articles immediately.

The trial ended quickly, but the meeting was still ongoing.

In this conference room where all the heroes of the empire gathered, the trial of the saint and the Lord interrogating the priest seemed to be just an insignificant episode.

There are too many things for those present to worry about. Every discussion in this meeting may be related to the rise and fall of several, or even thousands of worlds.

As the recorder, Anna had no right to participate in the meeting and just listened quietly.

When another topic was discussed, a short break ushered in the conference room.

Anna raised her right hand at this time.

After the Warmaster nodded slightly, indicating that she could speak, the imperial reporter asked the question she had been holding back.

"Sir, may I ask, what is the strategic goal of the next phase of this expedition?"

"Of course, that's what I'm going to say next," Duker continued,

"It is undeniable that we have won the second phase of the Dark Crusade. The smoothness of this process makes me a little unbelievable. This is a victory worth being proud of, but we cannot take it lightly. Our enemies exist. I don’t know how many years, it would be foolish to despise them for this.”

"War is always irrational. No matter how much preparation we make, the trigger for a war always comes so suddenly. Do you remember the purpose of Efilar's initial action? - It was to suppress the High King. Rebellion. The situation within the empire is still not optimistic. Rebellion and cultists are still active in the empire's vast territory. These are problems that need to be solved urgently. "

War leaders such as the Lamenters Chapter Leader Nel, the Imperial Navy Admiral Sibo, the Supreme Knight King Harker, etc. were all sitting in this huge conference room.

Tens of thousands of military leaders sat in this conference room.

On the throne in the center of the conference room, Duker was talking eloquently.

Bright lights shine down from the dome. The intensity of the light is just right, making people feel comfortable and able to see everything clearly.

The aircraft equipped with anti-gravity engines buzzed among the crowd.

The Cherubim, made of brass and bones, waves its metal wings, and a pair of electronic eyes that observe everyone, constantly flashing red light.

The audience present was more than that. In the deep shadow, the original body Curze was also silently watching Duker on the throne.

Even on this day of great victory, he had no intention of coming out of the shadows.

The two Night Kings seemed to have the same awkwardness in treating their heirs. They would rather embrace the shadows than return to the empire and lead their own legions again.

With his dark shadows, Curze can easily hide anywhere without anyone being able to detect him.

Except for Dukel, the other party's vague eyes told Coz that his brother had already noticed his arrival.

But Curze still has no intention of showing up. He has experienced death and rebirth once, and now he has no interest in participating in the development of the empire.

He came here with only one purpose, and that was to wonder what method Dukel would use to gradually bring the declining empire back to a less dark track.

He is just a listener.

Duker's voice continued to sound,

"The Empire makes demands on citizens across the galaxy, asking them to devote themselves to the Empire from generation to generation. Their clothes are soaked with blood and tears. They send their sons and husbands to fight for the Empire for their entire lives."

"But the empire failed to fulfill its obligation to protect them. After the Great Rift opened, chaos and countless alien species threatened the safety of the people of the empire at all times. Countless worlds were shrouded in the shadow of darkness. If the glory of the empire can only If it is bathed by a few, then such an empire will undoubtedly fail."

"The second phase of the Indomitus Crusade has ended. We have completely opened the bridge between the Empire and the dark side, and expanded humanity's frontline into the interior of the Eye of Terror."

"Now, it is time to proceed to the third phase. Except for the main army of the expedition to Chaos, all other support armies are split up. While maintaining the advancement of the Chaos front, some of the forces are dispersed to shuttle through the Great Rift, between the empire and the dark side. On the other hand, suppress those forces that threaten the stability of the empire’s borders.”

"Whether it's aliens, rebels, even insignificant interstellar pirates, or mindless beasts, any enemy that threatens the safety of the people is within this scope."

Anna picked up the pen in her hand and wrote down these words word for word. She wanted to record this precious first-hand scene.

"Gentlemen, although the minions of Chaos have been dormant for the time being, the war is still going on. The number of our enemies is unimaginable. But we cannot resort to force to maintain the operation of the expedition at the cost of draining the last drop of blood from the people. ”

"Now, it is time for us to fulfill our duties as guardians, protect the safety of the people, and improve their confidence in the empire. I hope that in the near future, no more desperate citizens of the empire will fall into the arms of cultists. Leading to the fall of an entire world. I hope you can go among the suffering mortals, listen to their voices, and understand their pain and happiness."

"The people are the cornerstone of the empire. It is they who sacrifice their meager flesh and blood to redeem the continuation of the empire in this desperate era. It is their sons and husbands who jointly support unimaginable wars."

Duker's voice was loud, vibrating with illusory energy, causing ripples in the air. His words went straight to the heart. When everyone listened to his words, their hearts were unconsciously aroused.

The people present are all warriors who have fought a hundred battles. They have seen too many tragedies. As the war accumulates, even the tragic death of an entire family cannot cause any waves in their hearts.

They thought that they had long been accustomed to the cruelty of this era, but when those tragic scenes were vividly seen, they were shocked to realize that they were not used to it, but just numb.

They can't feel the heartache just because their hearts are already riddled with holes.

In their words, they recalled the fallen worlds they had witnessed in the past, the civilians who were tortured to death by aliens and heretics, their bloody wounds, and the faces of the deceased who still showed nostalgia.

Curze watched all this from the dark.

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and he was not affected by Dukel's words. He knew that the empire had more than a million worlds, such a huge territory, and faced so many enemies. He wanted to restore peace to the majority of the people. It's almost impossible to do.

In his opinion, Duker's idea was too idealistic.

But Coz himself didn't notice that when Duker talked about trying the guilty and giving justice to the people, a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

Of course, the premise is that the expression on Kurtz's face, which is so ferocious that it could scare twenty children to death, can be regarded as a smile.

Duker's speech lasted for several hours, during which he put forward one bright idea after another for the future of the empire.

Some ideas are so beautiful that most people find them a bit too idealistic.

But no one raised any objection. In the human race, there has never been a shortage of people who dedicated everything to their ideals.

They can try it.

What if it succeeds?

Amid the cheers, Duker stood up from his throne and exited the conference room.

After he left, the military leaders of the empire still stayed here. They were not in a hurry to leave, but talked to each other for a long time, and then gradually withdrew.

With Dukel here, they are always a little reserved. Only when the Warmaster leaves the stage first can they speak freely and move around freely.

Admiral Sibo, who was sitting in the corner of the conference room, couldn't help but feel sad. He lamented the changes in the empire after having the warmaster - he had been in the army for many years and had never seen such a large-scale gathering of military generals.

If an enemy throws a bomb here at this time, at least 100 billion soldiers will lose their leader.

The Sisters of the Heart and the Soldier of Destruction, as always, serve as Duker's personal guards.

During the walk, they dare not relax their eyes at all. They are like patients with paranoid delusions, as if a thug will jump out of the corner and stab Duker eight times in the next second.

Their swords are never sheathed, so as to face enemies that may threaten Duker at any time.

After the Primarch left the meeting room, Anna, a reporter from the Imperial Newspaper, trotted and caught up with him.

As a recorder, she must follow Duker to ensure that she gets first-hand information.

She will write a biography for this warmaster so that future generations can learn or figure out his character. At the same time, let those future scholars have something to do so that they will not starve to death.

Duker went to a secret place on the Fire of the Heart.

This secret base can only be entered with the authorization of the warmaster himself.

Apart from this, no one else is allowed to enter at any time.

Dukel likes the Heartfire very much, but he has a happy trouble, that is, this Glory Queen is too big.

The complex corridors inside are like a winding maze, and the total journey is tens of kilometers. Sometimes even the Primarch has to take a small shuttle to quickly reach where he wants to go.

The gate of the secret place is guarded by two Doomsday Slayers.

Even when they see Dukel himself, they strictly follow the process and turn on the scanning function to fully confirm the identity before letting him in.

The two Doomsday Slayers are the best security system.

Even if the great demons of the gods want to infiltrate here, they will become the food of the Doomsday Slayers.

Anna, a reporter who is traveling with him, is also allowed to enter, although everything here is not allowed to be made public for the time being.

But in the distant future, when the golden age envisioned by the warmaster is realized, everything here will also be unsealed.

The Sister of the Heart and the Doomsday Slayers stand side by side on both sides, with solemn faces, and they are still continuing their duties.

The room was stuffy. As Duker stepped in, a mechanical vibration sounded, and the temperature was adjusted to a suitable level.

The diameter of this circular room is about 200 meters. The walls are made of reinforced materials to ensure that they cannot be broken from the inside.

The metal plate with a grille is laid on the humming deep well, dividing the interior space of the room into two.

The virtual space technology makes the time and space here disordered every minute and every second. If someone without permission enters here, he may be torn apart directly.

All the equipment here is independent and does not rely on the energy supply of the warship, with a very high safety factor.

Looking at the specially reinforced wall surface, Anna suddenly had an inexplicable idea-she felt that this place was like a research institute, but also more like a prison.

Finally, they came to the deepest part,

"Duker, my brother, you are finally here." A sharp and strange enthusiastic voice sounded from a house.

"You wish I would never show up again." Dukel replied unhappily, "Tell me what you found. You summoned me urgently. You'd better be in trouble."

"Of course, brother, look what I found, the Emperor's child, and... another Fuhrim." The voice responded, accompanied by the hum of the machine, and seemed to be moving in the room, and was about to come out and approach Dukel.

Anna stood behind the Primarch, and the tall body covered her like a towering wall. She curiously stuck her head out, wanting to see who the owner of the voice was and why he called the Warmaster brother.

But when she really saw it clearly, her pupils trembled, and she quickly covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

It was a huge, red Cyclops head held up by an anti-gravity aircraft, almost as big as her upper body.

The head of the Crimson King Magnus.