Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The moment his psychic energy began to increase dramatically, Duker understood that this system probably had nothing to do with Tzeentch and his ilk.

After all, it would be difficult for either the Four Gods or the Emperor to achieve this without a primarch being aware of it.

With the blessing of the system, not only spiritual energy, but also physical functions have increased to a certain extent.

Although the increase is not huge, he is now the body of a great original body, and every bit of enhancement is a terrifying change.

Just when Dukel was enjoying his own strengthening.

Suddenly, he sensed a strong energy that was resurrecting at an extremely fast speed in the subspace.

This is

In his perception, it was a huge, bright blue flame hanging in the subspace, like a star.

Although the energy level is not as good as that of Dukel who has been strengthened by the system, it is still shocking enough.

Compared to the unruly and wanton wildfire in his subspace projection, this blue flame appears to be more rational and restrained.

The moment he sensed this powerful spiritual energy, Dukel instinctively felt a sense of closeness and familiarity in his heart.

In just a moment, he understood,

His brother, the father of the Thirteen Legions, the King of Five Hundred Worlds, the Holy Primarch - Guilliman has revived.

"Guilliman has revived?!"

Duker was a little surprised. Not only was he happy about his brother's recovery, but he also used this to truly understand the point in time he was in.

In the memory of the original body, it seemed that he had a good relationship with Guilliman in the past.

In the heart of the original body, there is a deep love and affection for Guilliman. In his eyes, Guilliman's personal strength is too weak, and he is the lowest among the brothers of the original body.

Just like a strong older brother looking at his thin younger brother, even though Guilliman is also over three and a half meters tall and has strong muscles, he is still a target that needs to be protected on the battlefield.

Duker looked at him eagerly.

Guilliman felt the gaze and looked back rationally.

The two brothers, who had recovered from loss of control and death, looked at each other in the subspace.

After a long separation of ten thousand years, maybe the day of reunion is not far away.

The Warp is a reflection of the real universe.

Changes in the real universe will have corresponding impacts on the subspace.

The successive resurgences of Dulquer and Guilliman in the physical universe, and the surge of powerful spiritual energy caused violent shocks in the subspace.

This shock was like two huge meteorites falling one after another at the center of the Sea of ​​Nothingness. As the wave spread, the waves became more and more fierce, eventually turning into a surging tsunami.

Countless beings have sensed this drastic change.

One after another, the Darkspawn noticed the return of the two Primarchs.

Fulgrim, who was lazily leaning on the Swan Throne, enjoying the feast of endless souls, listened to the whispers of the demon attendants and slightly pursed his lips.

He has not taken action for ten thousand years, and this time he will peel off the noble veil of the two primarchs and cause them to fall forever.

In the depths of the hidden temple, countless demons under Xin Liezhi stirred the threads of fate, and the fateweaver selected the one he wanted from them and promoted its realization. Those countless possibilities will ensure the betrayal or destruction of the two original bodies.

In the Garden of Nurgle, in the filthy plague swamp, messenger flies chattered endlessly about the return of the two primarchs, while the Great Unclean Ones listened with fond smiles on their faces.

Even the Plague Lord himself would be greatly surprised by the two Primarchs who had not been tainted by the other three gods. At this thought, their expressions became more joyful, and the Great Unclean Ones stirred the soup of the swamp, cooking up gifts worthy of the two demigod primarchs.

Somewhere in the galaxy, the war between Khorne and the Imperium has come to an end, with Khorne's champions burning 88 worlds across the span of the galaxy. Khorne's followers, both ferocious mortals and tyrannical daemons, are bathed in world-destroying fire.

Suddenly, they began to kill each other crazily, and a new oracle had arrived. The last winner among them would have the honor of hunting the two great Primarchs.

Such a big movement in the subspace naturally attracted the attention of the loyalists of the human empire in the real universe.

Countless psychic messages are conveyed by the Progenitor Chapter, the Dark Angels, the Space Wolves, the White Scars, the Dark Templar, the Imperial Guard, and the Knight Family.

These powerful battle groups had completely different attitudes towards the two resurrected primarchs.

They looked at Guilliman with fanaticism and admiration.

For Dukel, the primarch who had all his data deleted and not even his records kept, he was filled with scrutiny and fear.

Duker knew all this.

He bent down and picked up the bloody monomolecule combat knife on the ground.

At this moment, Duker is holding a hunter-type chain sword in his right hand and a single-molecule sword in his left hand. He feels as handsome as a master.

There is good news and bad news for him at the moment.

The bad news is that obviously all the nearby Imperial legions will go to support the resurgent Guilliman, and there is a high probability that he will not be able to wait for any military assistance.

The good news is.

——He doesn’t need any support at all!

Looking at the war in the distance.

There was a strong person approaching quickly in his perception.

It made his blood boil.

The voice of Sister Efilar sounded from beside Duker.

Her voice is beautiful and has a unique heroic spirit.

Although the silver-white power armor on her body was covered with wounds at this moment, and her face was still stained with wet blood, her slender body still stood upright, and she was a powerful warrior.

"Praise be to the Emperor for returning the noble Primarch to us once more."

Efilar said sincerely.

Ophelia Seven, the nun known as the Second Holy Land, is very different from the battle nuns on Terra.

Although both possess powerful combat capabilities, the battle sisters on Terra are organized combat troops; while the sisters on Ophelia Seven are a group of pure fanatics.

They are the Emperor's most loyal supporters and have extremely fervent beliefs.

They also uphold absolute loyalty and fanaticism towards the Emperor's own children.

Efilar's voice at this moment was unconsciously trembling. Being able to witness the return of a original body at close range made her feel the supreme honor.

"Holy Son of the Emperor, the Empire urgently needs your guidance now."

Efilar said in an excited tone.

During the conversation between the two, more and more battle nuns came closer, with enthusiasm and admiration in their eyes.

The Human Empire has experienced ten thousand years of darkness, and today they can finally follow in the footsteps of the Holy Primarch again.

"Um"

Facing their enthusiastic gazes, Duker was a little overwhelmed for a moment, and just nodded coldly.

But the fighting will inadvertently revealed in his eyes can still give everyone courage.

All the soldiers felt an inexplicable sense of security.

Duker really didn't know how to deal with the religious fervor of these nuns, nor did he know what to say at this moment to live up to their trust.

Even if he searched the original body's memory, he could not find a template to deal with the current scenario.

So in the eyes of the nuns and space warriors, the emperor's second son, the sacred primarch, held a hunter-type chain sword and a single-molecule sword in both hands, and walked towards the distant battlefield with a cold expression.

In the eyes of the warriors, every step Duker took forward was filled with resentment against the Chaos Demons and a fury that could turn the world into ashes.

But as the original body himself, Duker's thoughts were very simple.

If you don’t know what to say, then don’t say it.

I'm going to go on a fucking killing spree!