Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Dukel and the Crusade travel the world, purifying the strange creatures corrupted by the negative energy of the warp.

Long before the expedition fleet passed by this galaxy, the followers of Khorne were raging in this world. The negative energy and viruses carried in the subspace energy polluted everything here.

The soulless ones, who were walking like zombies, raised their heads clumsily. They didn't know how to be afraid. They made a sharp whistling sound and rushed towards the expeditionary legion, but were shot by bolters in mid-air.

Worlds like this are not uncommon in today's galaxy. Almost every world that is eroded by the negative energy of subspace will become like this.

Horrible, like hell in a horror story.

These weird corrupted creatures cannot pose any hindrance to the expeditionary legion.

In the ruins of this world, there are many traces of battles, and fierce explosions have caused deep pits to appear in many places.

The metal statues that were originally standing were already rickety and dilapidated; broken flesh and blood were smeared on the walls, and Beijing views made of skulls were placed in some conspicuous places.

There are many wide potholes along the way, as steep and straight as shafts. These are obviously the wounds caused by the battleship's plasma cannon.

Some huge civilian machinery lay helplessly on the road, with huge damage on the surface and broken wires that kept jumping electric sparks.

This is a huge hive world, with dense human settlements piled up into extremely huge mountains. The huge hive base almost occupies an entire continental plate.

Hive worlds are one of the important components of the empire. These huge hive cities continuously provide population to the empire.

Every year, the empire selects an immeasurable population from these hive worlds to be added to the Astra Militarum as a source of troops and put into the frontline battlefields, becoming part of the flesh-and-blood city wall of the human empire.

——The average survival time of these Astra Militarum troops on the frontline battlefield is only fifteen minutes.

Under such huge losses, in order to ensure that it can provide enough population, the nest has a system that can be called crazy.

The entire hive city is a huge pyramid. The upper hive is home to planetary nobles, living a morbid and wealthy life; the middle hive is factory workers or government clerks, who have a decent job and life; the lower hive is the largest population. laborers and slaves, and some things that even the empire cannot count.

Humans with good health and good genes will be sent to breeding stations.

The members responsible for breeding positions are like workers on an assembly line, working with the opposite sex to complete the work of reproducing offspring.

In this dark age when human beings face many powerful enemies and can only survive.

No one will do anything for the so-called children and women.

All of this is fuel burned for the sake of the empire and the survival of mankind.

Duker conservatively estimates that the world's population in peacetime will be at least 100 billion.

But now, it is difficult for him to guarantee how many survivors there are in this world.

Thanks to the hive city's insane system, the negative emotions of humans in the middle and lower hives are often more terrifying than those of chaos demons.

After being contaminated by the subspace, the number of cultists will increase exponentially, and eventually a wave of rebellion will surge that can overturn the entire world.

The Mechanic-Priests followed the Space Marines, gathering information about the world from the corpses scattered around.

Space Marines can also extract the memories of their opponents by eating the flesh and blood of corpses.

But they will not do this unless necessary, not because they feel disgusted, but because taking in too many memories from the outside world may affect their spirits.

The mechanical arms behind the priests slowly extended and the steel probe popped out from the tip.

The surface of the probes is extremely smooth and connected to complex sensing equipment. When these probes are slowly penetrated into the brain of the corpse, the memory will be automatically stored in the chip of the Mechanicus Priest for them to retrieve and review at any time.

After a period of exploration, the Great Sage sorted out the useful parts of these memories and submitted them to Dukel.

When the Primarch had reviewed these memories,

"In other words, a group of gene stealers shouting for free will launched a rebellion in the name of the Four-Armed God-Emperor, summoned the Slaanesh Demon, and planned to use this to fight against the followers of Khorne?!"

This unsmiling Highness also showed an extremely speechless expression.

Hey guys, what kind of Galaxy Clash.

If the galaxy in the era of despair is a big stage, the gene stealers are definitely the most fooled clowns on this stage.

They were released into the human world as the pioneers of the Tyranids. Because of their obvious alien characteristics, most of the first-generation gene stealers would hide in the corners of the dark world of humans.

In the life of human society, most of these gene stealers will follow the trend of belief in the Empire and the God-Emperor, and this is not a verbal belief, but loyalty and fanaticism from the heart.

In many lost worlds, when facing the invasion of demons, these genestealers can even burst out with more fanatical loyalty than the Space Marines. With a fighting style comparable to that of Krieg, they serve the Empire until the last drop of their blood.

However, because they are aliens and cannot be guided by the state religion, the God-Emperor they loyal to and dedicate their loyalty to is often only the God-Emperor they think; as a result, they often summon some strange things.

Most gene stealers never figure out what they are and what they want to do throughout their lives.

And whether it is Chaos or the Empire, or even the Tyranids, they don't like them very much.

On some worlds successfully occupied by Genestealers, when these aliens send signals to the Zerg army and hope to completely integrate with the Zerg - those bugs that eat everything often choose to avoid these worlds, even if they will lose a lot of biomass.

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When Dukel and the expeditionary corps searched for the place that appeared in the memory message and successfully found the place where the Genestealers were performing the ceremony.

At this time, the aliens who were participating in the prayer ceremony were experiencing a terrible disaster.

When they were happily holding the ceremony to worship the Four-Armed God Emperor, the subspace gate that was accidentally opened, but countless evil creatures emerged and laughed crazily before enjoying the feast.

Some little demons with twisted muscles rushed out of the teleportation array, stretched out their thick and long tongues, and tasted the ignorant souls and brains in their skulls.

This scene frightened these ignorant aliens - they were completely unaware of their mistakes, and devoutly believed that this was a test from the God Emperor.

These Slaanesh demons who sucked flesh and blood and enjoyed their souls were crushed by the bullets of the expeditionary corps when they were about to continue to taste more souls.

When the Space Marines came here with heavy steps, the flesh and blood fragments of demons and aliens were trampled under their heavy steel boots.

Seeing the sudden arrival of the Emperor's angels, these Genestealers believed more firmly that this was the result of their piety.

And when they saw the Primarch, who was almost as tall as two Space Marines stacked together, slowly walked out of the expeditionary corps.

Their excitement reached the extreme.

A bald, lavender-skinned, four-armed Genestealer with a bulge on his forehead, who looked similar to humans, knelt down in front of Duker with a fanatical look on his face.

"Angel, you actually came here in person. You are so majestic and sacred. You must have been inspired by our free will."

It knelt at Duker's feet and even wanted to kiss the power armor boots on his feet, but was kicked to the ground by the original body.

After being kicked, there was no displeasure on its face. Instead, it was grateful for being able to have physical contact with the Primarch.

"Praise the Four-Armed God Emperor. This must be the power of His Majesty. All this is so wonderful, as if in a dream." The alien muttered in a daze, and then asked the Primarch with a pious face,

"Great angel, you must have come with the will of the God Emperor. May I ask what His Majesty wants us to do?"

Looking at the fanaticism on the face of the alien, Dukel was a little speechless. Then he seemed to remember something interesting and smiled gently,

"I am the second son of the Emperor, the second Primarch Dukel. The Emperor said he missed you and wanted you to return to the throne."

Puff! ——

After hearing the words of the Primarch, the Gene Stealer stabbed the sharp bone blade into his chest without saying a word.

In its view, since it was said by the God Emperor Angel, it must be true.

"Your Majesty, I am here to serve you"

The body of the alien collapsed on the ground powerlessly.

Dukel gave it a light kick and found that it was completely dead.

——When it comes to fooling people, you are the best, old Emperor.

Dukel still admires that an alien that has nothing to do with the Emperor can be fooled like this.

Then, the Primarch waved his hand lightly,

"Kill them all!"

The grenade launchers in the hands of the expeditionary corps roared together, and the sacred bullets gave mercy to every alien equally.