Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The wills of the Lord of Mankind and the God of Pleasure were fighting, and a new war broke out in the Six Rings.

Dukel jumped down from the bow of the Heart Fire, and the angel with burning wings raised the battle flag behind him. Behind them, countless giant ships poured in from the gap in the domain.

The soldiers shouted loudly to the Emperor and the Warmaster, fighting in their name.

Dum was severely injured and fell to the ground. The demon disaster Xia Laxi was trying to kill the powerful Destroyer completely.

"Mortal, your soul will be imprisoned here forever, and any struggle is futile." Xia Laxi held a scimitar inlaid with gems, her voice hissing, like the resonance of thousands of poisonous snakes, and in the gloomy fear, she swung a fatal blow to the Destroyer.

Dum was no longer able to avoid this sword. The destructive power he had previously erupted was forcibly stopped. Now he could hardly move even a little finger, let alone fight a big demon.

Doom closed his eyes with a little fatigue. At the last moment of his life, he had no fear in his heart, but recalled the past with pleasure.

He was once the most insignificant soldier among the devastated stars. He fought against all the terrifying things such as aliens and demons with his flesh and blood. Until a war with the orcs, he saw the original body falling from the sky, and his fate took a turn.

Over the years, he witnessed the supreme commander patiently piecing together the broken human empire and picking up the hope that was shattered by the enemy.

He felt extremely proud to die for this great cause.

The only regret was that he failed to destroy the demon in front of him. The appearance of the evil god's true body robbed him of the final victory that should have belonged to him.

Doom digested the unwillingness in his heart, but the expected death did not come. Not only that, although he closed his eyes, he heard deafening cheers in his ears.

A familiar feeling was ignited in the chest of the Slayer of Destruction. The king of the Second Legion opened his eyes quickly.

——He happened to see that the flaming Judgment Blade blocked the scimitar inlaid with luxurious gems.

The two divine weapons with terrifying power collided with each other, setting off a terrible storm. The cloak like a sea of ​​blood fluttered like a flag soaked in blood.

"My son, have you slept enough?" Dum saw that the person he admired was looking down at him mischievously, "Sleeping on the battlefield is not a good habit."

The fiery courage that made him extremely familiar burned his heart. Dum, whose brain was blank due to shock, had not had time to respond before a disgusting voice sounded first.

"The little toy man of the cursed, do you think you have won?" Xia Laxi screamed resentfully.

The graceful figure swayed, and she looked down at the Primarch in front of her with contempt. This is the kingdom of Slaanesh, and her gods are with her. She didn't think that the arrival of a Primarch would bring any changes.

But the next second, she tasted the bitter fruit of doing so.

As early as ten thousand years ago, Dukel was the most courageous of the brothers. When he had just awakened and had not yet returned to the empire, the army under his command was not worthy of praise. At that time, he fought almost entirely on his own strength.

After he took over the duties of the war commander, Dukel has rarely fought in person in these years, but this does not mean that his bravery will decline. He is the embodiment of the unyielding courage of mankind, connected with the hearts of all people, and he almost single-handedly pulled mankind to the border of spiritual ascension.

A drop of water is small, but countless drops of water in millions of worlds are enough to gather into a vast ocean.

Countless people opened their hearts and entrusted the seeds of hope to him, and Dukel was able to use their power to shake the world.

The sword of judgment bloomed with runes of destruction. He just slashed with a sword and ignited everything around him, and the red fire burned.

Xia Laxi watched her scimitar being cut off in despair. Even if she was in the six-ring domain and could obtain infinite power, it was useless.

No one could stop Dukel's will. Just one sword could completely destroy everything.

Xia Laxi, the demon disaster, was a war weapon created by Slaanesh against the gods and demons. Her strength was so strong that even the favorites of the gods were afraid of her, but when facing Dukel, she seemed to be no different.

The sword of judgment carrying the rune of destruction passed Xia Laxi's head without hindrance. The red flames tore her apart, and even the corrupted soul was burned to ashes.

The graceful body was ignited and turned into a huge fire, illuminating countless dark corners around.

In just one round, the great demon who had defeated Skarbrand was completely ended.

Dukel raised the Emperor's sword burning with golden flames, and the constantly rolling waves of fire swept across the six-ring domain, igniting all the uncleanness in the sky.

"For the Emperor!" There was no amplification equipment, but Dukor's roar resounded in the boundless wilderness at this moment, so that every soldier could hear it clearly.

"For the Warmaster!" Doom, who was lying on the ground, used up his last strength to raise the broken sword in his hand and shouted deafeningly.

Countless soldiers shouted at the same time and launched a new round of offensive against the followers of Slaanesh.

The flames of war burned the earth, and the scorch marks were far worse than before.

Countless followers of Slaanesh witnessed the death of the Great Keeper of Secrets.

The terrible power of the human warmaster made countless demons feel fear. It was unstoppable and everything would be destroyed.

The arrival of Dukel caused every soul to see the inevitable picture of destruction. The demon army fell into madness. They broke out in fear and resisted the attacks of human soldiers in panic.

Outside the six-ring domain, just as the Emperor and the Warmaster expected, the alliance between the Chaos Gods was like a joke.

When the Empire formulated its strategy, it never thought that other dark powers would come to support Slaanesh, but the fact was that they did not add insult to injury, and they had already maintained the last restraint.

The Emperor descended on the heroes of the Empire, and his will was entangled with Slaanesh himself. Dukel was unstoppable in the six-ring domain. Whether it was the lowest level of succubus or the highest level of the Great Keeper of Secrets, there seemed to be no difference under his sword.

He carried endless fire, and every ring of the six-ring domain was ignited. Wherever he went, he burned. The black smoke in the air accumulated into thick clouds.

Seeing the tragic situation of Slaanesh, the gods not only did not worry about their brothers, but became restless, trying to tear a bite of flesh from the Lord of Joy.

In the hidden crystal maze, in the deepest part of the crystal palace, there are no stars or any artificial light sources, and they are always bright.

These lights are not ordinary, but the reflection of the fate and hope of all sentient beings in the galaxy.

Tzeentch manipulates the fate of all beings in this vast crystal palace, savoring the surprising changes brought about by mortals' resistance to fate.

In his treacherous laughter, countless demons surged out like a tide, waving their magical wings and pouring into the six-ring domain.

And in the yellow sand all over the sky, there are broken bones, armor, and blades everywhere. A great brass castle stands in the center of the desert, and countless blood gathers into a river. In the roaring horn, the sound of warriors fighting each other turned this place into the most cruel Shura blood prison in the universe.

The Blood God hates everything except blood and violence.

The immortal soul can only contain anger and killing. In his domain, there are endless battles.

The warriors who believe in him are fighting endlessly, offering killing and blood.

Every believer thinks about how to kill each other or be killed by each other all day long. The blood, which is as mellow as fine wine, makes them miss it.

Although the cursed legions of the gods and the emperor, and the virtual priests of Duker, are still making trouble in the yellow sand, hoping to attack the brass castle.

But even in such a predicament, the Blood God still dispatched a huge army without hesitation, starting from the bloody plains and heading to the six-ring domain.

On the other side, the bloated flesh and blood pus bags stood on the stinking swamp, and a joyful army led by the Great Unclean One cheered out of the garden of the God of Plague.

The difference is that the territory they are heading to is not just the six-ring realm, but also invades the Crystal Labyrinth and the Blood Desert.

In the core of the six-ring realm, fierce battles are still erupting.

The power of the Emperor descending from a distant land is ultimately a sourceless water, and the heroes of the Empire are ultimately unable to defeat tens of thousands of Great Secret Keepers.

Adeline was thrown out fiercely, the ring of thorns behind her head flickered, the golden light on her body had traces of being broken, and the psychedelic aroma of Slaanesh poured into her body, which was a dangerous omen.

Her golden wings were broken, and blood dripped, making the surrounding Slaanesh demons more excited.

"I said, you can't understand our existence at all, you are still just a mortal, and everything you do is in vain." The roar of thousands of Great Secret Keepers gathered into visible sound waves.

"Boom!——"

But at this moment, a burning chariot drove from the horizon to the battlefield. In the huge waves caused by the heavy sound of falling, a tall figure slowly walked over,

"It's too early to make a conclusion now. I will take over his next round." The golden and red armor roared like a dragon, and the appearance of that man took away the attention of all the great secret keepers.

The swords held in each hand exuded unimaginable high temperature, like tens of millions of stars that people could not look directly at.

The Emperor himself could not visit the Six Rings Realm in person, and the heroes of the Empire were not very good carriers, far inferior to Guilliman who had been in the Garden of Nurgle. In the high-intensity battle, his power was quickly exhausted.

The heroes of the Empire were surrounded by countless demons. They sang holy songs or shouted war cries, calmly welcoming their own deaths.

Just when everything was desperate and about to end, the chariot of fire fell from the sky, and the giant wearing golden and red armor blocked them.

The presence of the giants was incomparable, like an endless fire, igniting the courage in everyone's heart.

"No need to speak loudly, you can tell me what you just said." The Primarch's eyes showed calmness, but anyone could see what kind of surging fighting spirit was brewing in those bright eyes.

The warmaster of the empire was eager to try, and he attempted to challenge the power of the gods again.

When he robbed the goddess of life in the domain of Nurgle, the god of plague had sent a divine punishment to him, and he almost fell into death at that time.

But this does not mean that he will be afraid of it.

All the demons fell into aphasia at this moment, and felt incredible about the arrival of the commander of the empire.

Until the angry Grand Keeper of Secrets broke the rare silence.

"Duker!" The Grand Keepers roared together, and the anger in them turned into a huge vortex in the sky.

They saw boundless flames from the direction of the chariot. The humiliation of mortals made the will possessed by the Grand Keeper of Secrets angry.

"It is me, me, Duker, the embodiment of the word "Empire Courage", the endless flame, I am the Great Destruction, you should be afraid of my coming."

The roaring sound of the Primarch spread in the six-ring domain and echoed in this chaotic battlefield.

The demons of the gods listened to the thunderous roar in horror, but soon fell into an endless fight.

The boundless, boundless temple of joy was shaking wildly, and the true body of the god living in it seemed that it could no longer suppress its rage.

Duker ignored all this. He strode to the side of the heroes of the Empire and helped them up one by one.

Kane's face was pale, and Mabo's Destroyer armor was seriously damaged, with electric sparks jumping. Every hero was seriously injured.

Dukel looked at them with calm eyes. With his help, the loyal heroes stood up, and although their bodies were trembling, their spines were still straight.

"Go behind me, you have done well enough." Seeing that these heroes were fine, Dukel's tone was somewhat relieved.

Then he walked towards the Great Secret Keepers, carrying unimaginable oppression with every step. Although only he was moving forward with his will, the Great Secret Keepers were instinctively retreating.

"Have you decided which one to send to accept the fate of destruction first, or come together?" Dukel seemed to be talking to the Great Secret Keepers, but his eyes were looking behind them.

He rushed up like a violent bull, slashing with the swords in both hands, releasing a golden and red fire storm.

The sound of fighting was endless. No one could stop him. Perhaps the Great Keepers possessed by Slaanesh could hold on a little longer, but that was all.

A Great Keeper raised his weapon with six arms crossed, and finally barely blocked the Primarch's violent attack, but Dukor also saw the opponent's weakness at the same time, and pierced his other sword into the opponent's heart without any hindrance.

The blasphemous blood splashed out like a fountain, but was instantly evaporated by the flames.

The surrounding demons roared in anger, waving all kinds of weapons and slashing at him, but it was useless.

Dukor didn't even bother to dodge their attacks. When the weapons slashed on his armor, a roar of a dragon shook them back again and again.

The Primarch also took the opportunity to step forward and swung his double swords to chop off their heads.

The blazing flames rose up, igniting these blasphemous bodies. A scream resounded in the void, as if even that great being was burned by the flames and let out an unbearable cry of pain.