Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Khan looked down at the boy, he smiled and slowly lowered his body.

The white and cyan armor made sounds as he moved.

The Primarch was extremely tall, a small giant even for a Primaris Space Marine.

But to the two skinny children in front of them, both the original body and the Primaris warriors were as majestic as a city wall.

Khan knelt down on one knee. At this moment, he suddenly thought that his brother who was taller than him, Vulkan, the Lord of the Fire Dragon, had also faced mortals in this posture.

Tens of thousands of years of being lost finally made Khan's proud heart soften a little. Like Vulkan, he actually showed his emotions in front of mortals, which was something that almost never happened ten thousand years ago.

He lowered his posture as much as possible, but to the women and children in front of him, he was still tall and majestic, and his extended shadow was enough to completely cover them.

"We are soldiers of the empire. What's your name, little man?"

"Kemon." The boy replied, "I heard the men in the tavern say that the Warmaster will definitely save our world. My mother once told me that his angel is the patron saint of all people. We just have to wait for the Warmaster to lead us. With the arrival of his angels, no matter how terrible the enemy is, we will be driven away, and our homeland will still belong to us. No enemy can take away the city-state that belongs to the empire from the hands of the Warmaster."

"You are the tallest and strongest man I have ever seen. You must be very powerful. I think you must be the Warmaster's angel. Will you help us regain our homeland? My elders are still there. They are soldiers of the Planetary Guard. He did not board the evacuation ship with us."

This teenage boy has hope in his eyes,

"Those metal skeletons are still invading our world. When the Warmaster drives them all away, I want to go back and take a look. By the way, my hometown is called Vekia. It is a good world with gardens and... There are grasslands, minerals, and specialty orchards.”

The Khan patted the boy's shoulder lightly.

"The Warmaster still needs a little time. For a heroic commander, he has too many enemies to deal with, and he has to fight many enemies, but he will definitely come. As you said - no enemy can capture Go to the city that belongs to humans. I promise you."

The boy nodded, and then he mustered up the courage to continue asking,

"Can I become a warrior like you in the future? I also want to fight the enemy, even if I pay for it with my life. Many people are talking about the fact that many people died in my hometown, and my aunt is always there when I can't see her. I cried in the place, thinking that my father, brother and elders should have died on the battlefield."

"I want to be a warrior like you, so that I can protect others. I don't want others to be like me and my sister, who lost their loved ones and homes, were displaced, and couldn't even find the bones of their elders. I don't want others to be like me. My aunt is in so much pain that she always sheds tears alone.”

Looking at the boy's sad and fiery eyes, Khan was silent for a moment, as if the original body's majestic body had been cast under a stasis magic.

The swift eagle was frozen in place by the boy's words.

After a while, he continued, "You will be stronger than me. The strength of a warrior is not in his bravery, but in his heart. At least after I heard what happened to my father, I was swallowed up by huge panic. But you didn't."

"Have your father and brother ever encountered misfortune?" The boy's mouth opened slightly and he asked in surprise.

He couldn't imagine that such a powerful warrior like him was also a poor person suffering from the same problem as him.

But this time, Khan did not answer, but stood up. His majestic body stood up again, like a huge wall that could withstand all wind and rain.

"Thank you for chatting with me, Kemeng. I have accumulated too many words in my heart for a long time in the past, but now is not the time to talk. It's time for me to go, because the enemy will not die because of my conversation with you. , you have to use a knife.”

The boy nodded, and Khan put on the helmet again. His voice was slightly distorted by the helmet's sound generator, mixed with a little electric sound.

"Take care of your loved ones, little man Hank Meng, an excellent warrior, must learn to protect the things he cherishes."

Then Khan and his heirs continued to walk towards the capital of the Geno system.

After talking to him, Kemeng's face became more determined, and he led his sister and aunt towards the corner of the refugee shantytown.

"On the grassland, even a little pony will make a miserable cry after being separated from its parents. Look at how the war has devastated the people of the empire. A boy can actually speak of his loved ones in a numb tone. death."

Khan's tone was filled with anger and sadness.

Kuasaro, who was standing next to him, said nothing and followed Khan silently.

Human armies began to mobilize frequently, and worlds from various major star regions began to divide their respective combat areas.

Khan took the initiative to take over the vanguard mission, and the eagle on the grassland vowed to make those enemies pay with their blood.

In the web channel, Dukel's advancement continued.

The Webway Project was one of the Old Ones' greatest masterpieces, and even Duker had to admire it.

The Eldar call the Webway the Labyrinth Dimension, but in fact it is not a real dimension.

It is an unimaginably complex network system.

Not only does it have mysterious main roads, but it also has countless winding shining tunnels and bizarre linear pipes.

Just like the blood vessels of the human body, it is spread throughout the gap between the real universe and the subspace.

In the past tens of millions of years, the webway has not been maintained, which makes everything even more chaotic.

Its existence is difficult to express in words.

Performing superluminal jumps is just a trivial function for the webway itself.

The old saints used the webway to create a kingdom of their own between reality and illusion.

Using the webway to shuttle through countless distant lost worlds, even long-distance voyages will not be threatened by the unpredictable storms of the subspace.

The webway can even isolate the prying eyes of the four gods.

The magical uses of the webway are almost endless, just waiting for others to explore and use.

If you want to truly understand this maze, I am afraid that only the disappeared old saints can do it.

And the reason why Duker thought so much is because he was already a little dizzy in the webway.

Even with the guidance of the goddess of life, he and his army could not guarantee that they would always be on the right path.

But fortunately, the unreliable goddess of the Eldar was not the only one Duker could rely on.

His extraordinary intuition also played an important role in this journey of the web.

Soon, after the miracle city of the Eldar, another city-state buried deep in the dimension appeared in his sight.

Duker soon learned the name of this city.

The Eldar high-level officials who had experienced the great destruction in the past, with the help of the mystery and power of the web, obtained a breathing place in the depths of the dimension that the gods could not reach.

So they built a city full of darkness and blood here-Comoros.

Because of the horror of this city, many people dare not call it by its name, but only call it the city of darkness, or the city of sin.

The scale of Comoros is far beyond the description of the word capital.

It is a country, like the largest ant nest-type empire, floating in the void of the web world, and its scale is beyond people's imagination.

Comoros was once the most important network city of the Ancient Elf. The Ancient Elf used it as a transit station to connect all their major cities.

Countless webways converge here, and the fleets of the Ancient Elf go to every corner of the real universe through it.

And Comoros is not a city-state composed of a single race, the Dark Elf is just the main body.

In the huge city, there are many aliens of different races, merchants, scavengers, mercenaries, traitors, criminals, bounty hunters. Many notorious beings are happy to live here for a long time.

As long as you can take out enough wealth and protect it, Comoros is a paradise for all criminals.

There are no taboos.

There are no morals and laws.

As long as you have wealth, you can buy anything you want here.

As long as the price is high enough, no matter what it is, someone will offer it with both hands.

The tricks played here are far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

It is worth mentioning that a long time ago, even the emperor lingered in this city-state.

It can be seen that for hedonists, this is a great place.

Comoros is surrounded by webway exits of all sizes leading to the real universe.

Every day, thousands of spaceships start their engines to enter or leave the city.

Countless years have gradually deformed Comoros, and the city's search team is always in the dimension, continuing to look for hidden spaces that can be used.

Today's Comoros is a combination of endless deformed buildings.

The huge starport is crowded with countless spaceships, and ships transporting slaves and spoils are constantly entering and exiting the webway of the Comoros world.

War, rebellion, and morbid enjoyment are the main themes of this deformed city.

Located above Comoros, several main channels emitting dazzling light are magnificent, and each one is enough for a fleet to pass easily.

The clans of the Dark Eldar control these channels, and thousands of spaceships go in and out, transporting dark goods from all corners of the universe here for trading.

It is also these webways that became the channels for the Imperial War Marshal Duker to come to the door.

Duker came here.

This dark city welcomed the most unromantic guest, who was also the greatest disaster of destruction.

The dark Eldar indulged in killing and pleasure, and they were always looking for freshness and excitement.

Their souls were hungry every moment, and needed the pain of other creatures to fill them.

After the Eldar gods were killed by Slaanesh, the Eldar's fear of death reached its peak.

Some Eldar had no spirit bones, soul stones, and no protection from the laughing god Silogo.

Once they died, their souls would fall into the palm of Slaanesh.

In order not to be devoured by Slaanesh, these Eldar could only please Slaanesh and exchange their souls with Slaanesh by torturing others.

This is the origin of the dark Eldar, who would use all kinds of painful means to torture captives.

Only by making the souls of the dead full of pain and thus more valuable can they avoid their own souls being devoured.

The relationship between humans and the dark Eldar is not an exaggeration to describe it as a blood feud.

The number of human slaves that Comoros now possessed was incalculable, and there were even Space Marines captured by them in the arena.

There were countless twisted flesh and blood creatures specially created to torture humans.

But the Dark Eldar never worry about human revenge, because their capital is deep in the webway, a place that the Empire can never invade.

But the ambitious people of Comoros never thought that one day, the human army would come to their door.

Victor, the overlord of the Dark City, looked at the display screen in front of him. The light spots on it represented the defense system of Comoros.

Even if you observe with the naked eye, you can see a series of starports and orbital defense platforms above Comoros.

In addition, there are a large number of space mines and automatic artillery turrets. These dense firepower points build a complete defense system.

Since Victor became the supreme ruler of Comoros, he has been resting on his laurels with this defense system.

But when the Empire's army really invaded here, as far as the current situation is concerned, the defense system he was proud of did not seem to be of any use.

No Eldar could have thought of it, and even their prophets did not get any prophecy.

It was just that suddenly, a large number of human troops suddenly emerged in the webway on which they depended for survival.

Comoros had never encountered such a fierce enemy, thanks to the complex webway and the understanding of the webway.

Almost no one could enter quietly without being discovered by them.

But who made Dukel and his army the most perfect lurkers in the galaxy? It only took them a moment to kill all the vassal guards outside the webway.

The guards in charge of the alert were all killed before they could react, so naturally no one could detect their whereabouts.

At the entrance of the webway above Comoros, Dukel stood on the bow of the giant ship, his fingers gently rubbing the sharp blade of the sword.

"Sword, come with me to this feast that is destined to be short." Dukel murmured to himself, and the sword in his hand trembled in response as if it really had life.

"Fire!" The unromantic warmaster had no pity for this world that could indulge in sensuality.

He ordered without hesitation.

When the golden giant eagle suddenly fell from the passage above Comoros.

Tens of thousands of shells gathered into a dense rain of fire and poured down.

No one responded to this, even the dark elves who controlled these entrances and exits were full of doubts.

Where did these humans come from?

But they had no time to think, because the human shells had replaced their thinking. The shells burned and hit those weird orbital turrets, and the light spears pierced the spacecraft docked at the starport.

Countless giant missiles fell densely on the outer star fortress of Comoros like raindrops.

The wreckage as big as a town, accompanied by explosions, splashed everywhere, and destroyed those tall and weird buildings.

The defense alarm of Comoros sounded.

But it was too late. Dukel came here, and destruction came in an instant.