Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The demigods dueled in the Sea of ​​Souls, causing turbulent waves that shook the entire subspace. So much so that countless powerful psychics in the physical universe have been affected by this, with a look of panic appearing in their eyes.

At the edge of the extreme star field, the Indomitable Expedition Fleet of the Five Hundred Worlds is advancing mightily. Guilliman can be said to be in high spirits now.

Countless dark worlds were saved by him, countless people of the empire regarded him as their savior, and one interstellar battle group after another took the initiative to join his expedition. So much so that in the never-ending war, the size of the Indomitable Expedition Fleet not only did not shrink, but actually grew stronger.

Under the leadership of Guilliman, another world was easily rescued. The cheers of mankind spread to every corner of the planet, and the huge sculpture of the original body was being worked on day and night.

The love of the people of the empire made No. 13 couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, a slender and artistic fighter plane suddenly appeared in this world.

Looking at the sudden appearance of the alien spacecraft, the Indomitable Expedition Fleet suspended in the outer orbit not only did not launch an attack, but instead let them go - the Death Army Everene was visiting again.

"How have you been lately, big boy?" After seeing Guilliman, the Eldar laughed as if he were an old friend.

After hearing these words, the surrounding Ultramarines who were responsible for guarding the original body consciously shifted their gazes.

How to put it, this is indeed a bit blasphemous, but well, as long as my father is happy.

"It's not bad. The throne is above me. Victory has never been far away from me." Sure enough, Guilliman was not only not angry, but also smiled - and even showed off, telling Evrené what he had done recently. great deeds.

However, he was mercilessly interrupted by Everene.

"There is no time to talk about this now, Prince Regent, it's time for us to set off." Evelyn's expression gradually became serious.

"Departure? Where to go?" Guilliman asked in surprise.

"You don't know?" Efrenie was even more surprised than the original body, and then continued, "Yes, you are so afraid of the energy of the Supreme Sky, so naturally you won't feel it."

"To put it simply, your two brothers had a fierce fight in the Sea of ​​Souls."

"Fighting. Dukel? Who is he fighting with?" Guilliman suddenly raised his head and asked after hearing this.

"Magnus, your fallen brother, he was severely beaten by His Highness Duke, but" Efreni's expression became completely serious.

"However, this is probably his last victory. The prophet gave a prophecy. Your brother has already stepped into the trap of the gods with one foot."

"This" Guilliman digested the information.

"Think about it on the way, Prince Regent, or do you not want to save your brother?" Efreni asked narrowly.

"How is that possible!" Guilliman immediately retorted, "Ten thousand years ago, when the statue of No. 2 was removed, I made a big fuss over him! If Duker knew about this, he would definitely be grateful to me. of!"

"But you're right, Efrenie, there's no time to think."

After Guilliman finished speaking, he directly contacted Caul, the great sage of the Mechanicum, to inquire about the maintenance status of the expedition fleet.

After receiving the affirmative answer, the regent's tone showed strong confidence.

"Let's go together, Efrenie!"

"Whether it's the tricks of the gods or those betrayed brothers, we will all defeat them. I can't wait to see my brothers' expressions after I save them!"

"That must be very exciting!" Evelyn responded with a smile.

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On the other side, a completely fallen place of darkness, a paradise of chaos and a trap set by the gods for the primarch.

Fulgrim had already led his Slaanesh legions to wait here, like poisonous snakes entangled in a trap.

When he noticed Magnus' failure, his lips curled up slightly in a contemptuous smile.

In Fulgrim's view, the failure of No. 15 was doomed.

His ignorant brother had no idea how weak he was, let alone how powerful No. 2 was.

But he is different.

Fulgrim had personally defeated and even killed more than one primarch. If Guilliman had not been resurrected.

But even so, his record is remarkable.

More importantly, Fulgrim knew the power of No. 2. In the previous brief confrontation, Dukel had left him with scars that would never heal.

The Demon Prince stroked the cracks on his body, and from these cracks, illusory flames appeared from time to time.

Whenever the flames burned, Fulgrim's face showed a look of distortion and pain.

Ordinary injuries cannot make him feel pain.

As the demon prince of Slaanesh, the inhumane instruments of torture in the Imperial Tribunal could only give him a little bit of relief.

But the pain left behind after the flame burned was completely different. Fulgrim only tasted the torture that penetrated into the bone marrow, but was unable to gain any happiness from the torture.

This was what he couldn't bear the most.

A hiss like a snake's language echoed in the darkness, and Fulgrim's abominable, scaly, deformed, strange yet beautiful body twisted together in pain.

"No. 2! I swear to repay this pain a hundred times!"

Fulgrim's voice lurked unimaginable spite.

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In the subspace, on the huge Tizka Pyramid.

Duker was unaware of what was happening in the outside world. At this moment, he just raised the steel boots that were on Magnus' head.

But even so, there was still no mercy on his face. The reason why he did this was just to see if his brother could still get up and have a good fight with him again.

After waiting for a moment, he felt bored - the Crimson King seemed to have completely lied down after being defeated by him. He was just panting heavily but had no intention of fighting back.

"Already completely convinced? This doesn't look like you, Magnus."

"Haha." No. 15 just smiled miserably, with all kinds of colors flowing in the remaining one eye, "No. 2, my brother, must be very painful to be tortured by human malice."

Buzz! ——

Duker put the chain sword directly on his neck.

"Give up your little tricks, Magnus." Duker's expression was cold. "Shut up now. You can still survive until I come back to Terra with me. If you continue to try to talk nonsense, you will die!"

"Then you should kill me, brother. Even if it is real death." Magnus showed the calmness and open-mindedness of a wise man at this moment,

"As I said, I understand you; just like Sanguinius, your enemy has never been others, but your own strength, so I ask you - how does it feel to be tortured by human evil thoughts? brother"

"It seems you really want to die." Dukel raised his chain sword high.

"Then as you wish!"

As he spoke, his murderous intent reached its peak, and he no longer hesitated to grant Magnus the final execution.

suddenly,

boom! ——

A fallen warrior of the Thousand Sons opened fire.

The bolter hit Dukel directly in the forehead, and a series of explosions caused his head to tilt slightly.

"Do you also want to die?"

"Children of the Thousand Sons!"