Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

"The Silver Glory Chapter, third company commander, Dak."

Dark, who had just killed several Dark Eldar guards, carefully looked at the warriors in front of him. He couldn't believe that these warriors, who were like divine soldiers descending from the sky, were not actually Astartes, but a group of mortals.

All exoskeleton mechanical armor, as well as various firepower systems, these equipment can be described as extremely luxurious.

For a moment, Dak even thought that a hundred years of repression had caused his nervous system to go crazy, which was why he had these far-fetched hallucinations in front of him.

When did the equipment of the Astra Militarum soldiers become so sophisticated that even ordinary soldiers could use luxurious individual combat equipment that he had never seen before.

He had only been away from the empire for a hundred years, but everything had already become strange.

Could it be that the current empire and even the Adeptus Astartes have been disbanded?

There was visible confusion on Dark's face, but the Destroyer commander did not answer him.

Devona still has more important combat tasks waiting for him to complete - such as retrieving Mabo who has no idea where he has gone.

"Will you continue fighting, or return to the medical bay to rest?" Devona asked, "I can ask a few people to escort you back to the Imperial Fleet. Comoros is currently in chaos, and our army has not yet been in this dark city. Clear a reliable safe zone.”

"I suggest you return to the fleet." After explaining the current situation, Devona gave advice,

"You haven't gone through the Primaris surgery yet, and you've lost your armor and weapons. You don't seem to be in a very good state of mind either."

"Primaris surgery?" Duck didn't understand this term for a while.

Later, he and several rescued Space Marines were sent back to the Catachan battleship at high altitude by the rescue team called by Devona.

Coming out of the port, Duck couldn't believe what he saw.

The Astra Militarum troops, all wearing heavy armor, lined up neatly and walked onto the landing ship.

Dak felt like he was dreaming. He had only been away from the empire for a hundred years, and the imperial army had already become something he couldn't understand.

But the shock didn't stop there. Some taller warriors ran over from the other side. They wore heavy power armor and were equipped with giant bolt guns and chain swords. Each of them was like a moving artillery platform.

"Dak, are you still alive?" A voice sounded from the hill-like warrior.

The man took off his helmet, and he was Dak's former comrade. "Sorry, when we arrived at the place where your signal was lost, the Dark Eldar had disappeared, and so did you. We only found corpses everywhere."

"Is anyone else alive, Dark?"

The tall warrior asked cautiously.

Dak glanced at him and was in a trance. "They are all dead. No one is left. Only me is left."

There was unconcealable pain in Dark's voice, and the scars all over his body and empty eye sockets were silently describing a hundred years of torture.

"As long as you survive, hope will always exist. We will avenge you and the other brothers, Dak." The man patted Dak on the shoulder and comforted,

"The dawn has arrived. Let's go and have a good rest, brother. It's safe now. When I complete this combat mission, I will go and visit you."

After saying that, the man left here together with the other Primaris Space Marines.

On the other side, the Eldar Harlequin Curtain Walker Xinland and others are also leading troops to attack the defense lines of their fallen compatriots.

As the Imperial Warmaster, Dukel naturally would not inform the Eldar Harlequins before he decided to invade Commorragh.

The reason why the Eldar troops were able to appear at such an appropriate time was entirely due to the guidance of the Eldar Great Prophet Eldral.

In fact, ever since Dukel's army entered the Webway, the Eldar have been keeping a close eye on their movements through covert means.

They have a reason to do this - the goddess of life Aisha is still in the palm of Dukel's hand. The Eldar are well aware of the dangers inside the Webway. Once Duker takes the Goddess of Life and are lost in the Webway, the Eldar will basically also That's it.

"Traitors with no dignity, you actually surrendered yourself to become hunting dogs for those apes. Your bones are still as soft as before."

At this moment, Comoros's flesh-and-blood prophet Urian is fighting with the Eldar Great Prophet. He is trying to use verbal humiliation to shake the opponent's heart, prompting the great prophet to reveal his spiritual flaws.

"Our style is not something that a dying person should consider." Eldral responded disdainfully, holding his combat weapon, the Staff of Asmael.

Urian is the Haemonculi Lord of the Flesh Prophet Association, a fallen genius in the field of flesh modification and anatomy.

He has no interest in the wealth and power of Comoros, but uses his talents to create pain.

He stayed in his laboratory, conducting horrific experiments one after another.

Even the Dark Eldar of Commorragh fear this master of pain.

There are no words in the world that can describe the horrific experiments that Urien conducted.

Eldral is the great prophet of the craft world of Ulthwe, and the most visionary prophet in the Eldar tribe besides Eldral.

He fought against the Chaos of the Warp, hoping to free the Eldar from the threat of Slaanesh.

He had warned the Emperor that Horus would rebel.

Fulgrim, the Primarch of the Emperor's Children, was also warned.

Facts have proved that he was right, but also proved that fate cannot be changed at all, and all his efforts seem to be in vain.

In order to prevent Chaos from growing stronger, he tried to destroy Fulgrim and the Emperor's Children.

This incident directly prompted Fulgrim to use virus weapons to destroy the Eldar's Craft World, and countless Eldar died as a result.

After this incident, Eldrar was very distrustful of humans, but he still worked in secret to help humans become the first line of defense against Chaos.

Now, he actively persuaded the Eldar army to join the battle to eliminate the Dark Eldar.

He saw the dawn of the Empire piercing the long night, and the rise of mankind was inevitable, and the Warmaster promised them that he would preserve the lives of the Eldar, and after destroying Chaos, he could give them a place to reproduce and thrive in the stars.

For Dukor, Eldrar could not rise any arrogance belonging to the Eldar in his heart.

The Eldar can despise all humans, but they can't despise this Warmaster.

The other party went deep into Nurgle's heaven and took away their goddess of life with his own hands, completing what they wanted to do but could not do for countless years.

Now, the lives of the Eldar are in the hands of the Imperial Warmaster, so what pride can they have?

Eldrar understands humans. They know that the human race has terrible exclusivity and hates all aliens equally.

But humans are not ungrateful. The Ark Eldar and the Death Army saved the Imperial Regent, and this move made them no longer so hostile among humans.

Eldrar saw the hope of the Eldar's survival in the future.

Therefore, he took the initiative to show goodwill to Dukel, even if such a move would cause ridicule from his own people.

Besides, the Eldar would not feel any guilt for slaughtering the Dark Eldar.

The Dark Eldar have deviated from the right path. They have been using pain to prolong their souls. Their behavior is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst, and will strengthen the power of Slaanesh.

To completely get rid of the threat of Slaanesh, the Dark Eldar must be eliminated.

The Eldar clowns roamed the battlefield flexibly, their movements were as gorgeous as dancing, harvesting all the flesh and blood monsters created by Urian.

Eldrar didn't want to waste any more time.

The dark Eldar had been studying in the blasphemous field for too long and lost their way.

Any words were in vain, and death was the best mercy given to them.

Every prophet possessed a powerful psychic power, which allowed them to peek into the future and could also be used in battle.

Eldrar waved his staff, and violent thunder burst out.

The electric snakes roamed in the void, forming a bright light that enveloped the battlefield.

The surging ether power gathered into a terrifying tide, and Eldrar could feel that at this moment his spirit was like a bright star in the subspace.

The waves of the sea of ​​souls slapped his spirit, and countless horror lords were attracted. Those dark beings laughed strangely, as if they were rushing to a gluttonous feast.

Releasing such a psychic spell was also an extremely terrifying test for the great prophet Eldrar.

The storm mixed with pale thunder swept everything in an instant.

The air was filled with blood-stained dust.

Eldrar's armor and every strand of hair burst out with a fiery ether torrent.

A terrible psychic shock swept through.

The flesh and blood prophet, who once left a terrifying reputation in the real universe, had no power to fight back in the face of this terrible psychic shock.

The ether energy devoured every cell of his, and pieces of ashes peeled off.

Even the spirit of the flesh and blood prophet in the sea of ​​souls was swallowed up by this terrible crazy energy.

The fatal shock released by Eldrar completely wiped out everything of the flesh and blood prophet.

When he released this spell, the surrounding area was in a mess.

All the twisted flesh and blood creations have been destroyed by this terrible spell.

After doing all this, Eldrar did not savor the fruits of victory this time, but turned his eyes to the core of Comoros.

That was the forbidden temple where Victor was.

It was a place that even the human army had no spare power to reach.

But in Eldrar's spiritual vision, he saw an extremely terrifying scene, an invisible, unpredictable and indescribable horror, slowly falling from the dome of Comoros.

That thing carried a raging fire, and even a psychic master like Eldrar could not see its full appearance.

All he could see was countless wheels carrying fire overlapping each other, and each ring of the wheel was enough to surround the entire dimension where Comoros was located.

There were millions of eyes on the millions of flaming wheels, and suddenly one of the protruding eyeballs deviated its sight and looked at him in an unreachable place.

"Plop--"

Eldrar's body fell to the ground with a bang, and he crawled on the ground, never daring to raise his head again.

Two lines of blood slowly dripped from the corners of his eyes.

Victor, the Overlord of the Dark City, sat in the forbidden temple in the core of Commorra.

With the help of those holographic projections, he was able to get a glimpse of the full picture of the battlefield.

The strength of the Dark Eldar is beyond doubt. Even if the main force of Commorra is still in the material universe, it can still stop humans for a long time with only the defense system and the city-state defense team.

The Dark Eldar fleet in the material universe has begun to act.

Next, it is a race for time between the two sides.

Was it that the Empire could not bear the invasion of the Dark Eldar and was forced to withdraw its troops; or was it that Commorragh fell to the Imperial Legion first?

It's a big gamble.

But as the overlord of the Dark City, Victor is an experienced gambler.

But suddenly, the red firelight that couldn't be ignored shone on his face. He raised his head in confusion, and his expression immediately became numb.

Every Eldar is a master of psychic powers, and Viktor is also one of the best.

In his spiritual vision, he saw red flames surrounding the forbidden temple where he was, and huge eyeballs looming in the flames.

This flame ignites the sky and inhabits the earth.

The fire of destruction was born in this land.

His spirit body was burned in the void.

The red fire lit up his body and soul.

The spreading fire in this land brings ultimate destruction to this life.

The roars of countless warriors and the neighs of countless creatures. The sound was a little weak at first, but it became deafening in just a moment.

Victor's mind was shaking.

The temple stands on a trillion bones.

He heard the walls of the temple whispering, the blood-smeared ground begging for mercy, and the sky resounding with furious roars. Finally, everything in this world, including the void at the border, and thousands of roars converged into one place, the entire Commorragh Everyone was praising loudly——

——Always praise the Creator of the place where all directions meet!

——Always praise the power of the Central Heaven!

I will use my eyes set on fire with this life.

Together with everything here, it becomes the last drop of the original blood.

Until destruction is repaid!

"vomit!--"

Victor's body fell from the Dark Throne, and he lay prone on the twisted floor tiles, vomiting fire from his mouth.

The flame turned into a pair of powerful palms, tightly squeezing the sinner's neck.

Everything around him was boiling, and the air was getting thinner.

Victor used all his strength to fight against this sudden disaster.

Defined by the standards of this universe,

Dukur is a god.

Not only he, the Emperor, but all Primarchs who have awakened to the nature of the Warp can be classified as gods.

But Dukur is not a god, nor does he allow others to become gods.

Because this world does not need God, and humans do not need God.

As the best race in the galaxy, Duker believes that humans should be above the gods. Only in this way can they inherit the manifest destiny of ruling the galaxy.

As for the scope of the Milky Way - anywhere the star torch can shine is within the scope of the Milky Way.

Dukel's figure walks on the battlefield of Comoros.

The defense forces of the Dark Eldar ushered in the most severe test. On the way to breaking through the defense line of the Dark Eldar and attacking the Forbidden Temple of Commorragh, no one could stop Dukel's footsteps.