Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Chapter 89 89, Emperor: There is no God. (New book period monthly ticket plus update)

This ball of blessing was peeled off from the nun when Efilar joined the Heart Network. I never thought that it would become the medium to connect to the Emperor again at this moment.

The majestic and solemn voice of the Emperor poured into my mind. The voice I heard this time was completely different from the last time - it was not as friendly and easy-going as last time, but it could not be profaned and was full of divinity.

You are my own son,

He offered me his sincerity,

I must carve it carefully and forge it with all my heart,

The knife and the axe will not damage its shape;

The vicious plague will not change its heart;

The beauty and the beast head will not change its will;

Get up,

My son!

There is no true God in the world, no one is worthy of you to bow down! ——

The golden sunlight pierces the bloody desert.

He is here, He is here!

Although all living beings and spirits have not seen it yet, every molecule can clearly feel His arrival.

The darkness that devoured everything punctured the entire world like a balloon.

The dark star was bright and fierce, and He was everywhere and everything.

The scorching power he radiated burned and melted everything around him, even the light was not spared, so He was the silent pure black.

Horrible, beautiful, incredible, unimaginable - the King of Darkness was in this world, and every grain of sand stained red by blood was evaporating.

The sky, the desert, the blood, the atmosphere. Everything was being destroyed.

The same was true for the warrior shrouded in blood shadows. Endless blood evaporated from his body, and he roared with great anger.

The anger contained in the roar filled the entire world in an instant.

This spiritual world was torn apart by two brutal forces.

Half was the color of blood, and the other half was the darkness of extinction.

The two forces fought together in an unimaginable way, and everything in this world was affected. Only Dukel was shrouded in golden light, watching all this happen.

After hearing the words of the Emperor, the corners of the Primarch's mouth twitched unconsciously - old man, at this time, you still want to emphasize that there is no God

What else can Duker say except admiring his original intention?

He looked up and watched the duel. Although he couldn't understand it, he was deeply shocked. This is not an adjective, but a fact. Just watching the battle, he felt that his soul and essence were trembling.

Fortunately, his soul and essence have the status of a sub-god, otherwise just watching this incredible battle would be enough to shatter his soul and split his essence.

This incomprehensible war is still going on, but Duker's eyes narrowed slightly - he suddenly thought, isn't all this within Tzeentch's plan? !

He didn't see through the Lord of Destiny's plan, this is inferred from the current result orientation.

Yes, the game of the gods has lasted for a long time. Their game has lasted for so long that everyone has subconsciously forgotten that in their eyes, even the great demigod Primarchs are just slightly more dazzling chess pieces on the chess table.

The target that the gods deliberately target is still each other after all.

Dukel reviewed everything that happened recently.

If you understand it in a simple way -

that is, the gods were playing cards in the chess and card room, and at the same time they took a fancy to the new gold card (Dukel) in the card pool. The father took the lead in drawing the card, and after krypton gold failed, he simply gave up the card.

The remaining three card players did not give up, and agreed to draw cards together, and work together to krypton gold to drain the card pool.

The current result is that Slaanesh and Tzeentch, although they also krypton gold failed, they only lost a little money, which is not a big deal for them.

But the situation of Khorne is more serious.

He spent the most money and had the highest probability of drawing a gold card. At one point, his fingertips had even touched the golden card. But at that moment, a strong man suddenly jumped out of the chess table, shouting that the card belonged to him. He not only snatched the gold card back, but also chopped off two fingers of the Blood God!

This must be what the other players would like to see.

The one who is most likely to bring about this result is the Lord of Destiny.

Of course, this is just the Primarch's guess. After all, as the Lord of Change, Tzeentch's thoughts and style of doing things are still unknown to anyone.

While he was thinking.

In the already turbulent Warp, an unprecedented storm was set off at this moment.

Although the Emperor and Khorne did not fight directly in the physical universe or the Supreme Heaven, they only had a brief collision in the spiritual world.

However, it also caused the two major etheric domains of the north and northwest to inevitably shift and collide.

The aftermath of the collision set off huge waves in the sea of ​​souls, and the routes of countless worlds were isolated and became hidden islands.

"Roar!——"

The roar of the Blood God filled with endless fury echoed throughout the sea of ​​souls. Even the world in the most hidden corners was infected by the anger in his roar, and bloodshed suddenly increased.

In the crystal maze, the laughter of the Lord of Destiny resounded endlessly.

The demons who stirred the threads of fate heard the laughter of their Lord, and although they didn't know why, they also felt joy.

In the Plague Swamp, the kind father who had been shut up in the garden for a long time came out unexpectedly.

He sprinkled blessings on his offspring with a loving smile, and presented the goddess of life with laughter and admiration. The thick soup he carefully prepared.

And the Emperor's voice resounded in the Primarch's consciousness again,

"Go home, my son."

"Wait a minute, old man, I have one more thing to ask you."

"What's the matter?"

After hearing the Emperor's inquiries, Duquer told him about the method he had deduced to save Guilliman - to extract the essence and characteristics of Kalos and infuse it into Guilliman's destiny. In armor.

Originally, he had no intention of asking, but the other gods were fine. Only the God-Nagging Lord of All Changes really made him feel even more stressed.

No matter what he looked at now, it felt like Tzeentch's trick.

But it was different with the old man in charge. Although he couldn't understand the previous battle, he could still tell - the old man was really fierce now. If the emperor was weaker, the Lord of the Skull would not only be in the Brass Castle. Li Wuwei was furious.

His Primarch brothers have used their own tragic cases to prove the importance of communicating more with the old man.

Therefore, Duker wanted to be on the safe side and seek the Emperor's opinion.

"You can give it a try."

After a moment of silence, the Emperor responded.

After receiving the response, Dukel immediately felt at ease.

Once again, he lamented the need to strengthen communication, especially with Fulgrim. As long as he and the old man spoke a few more words, they would still be the proud phoenix of the empire.

Thinking of this, Duker suddenly thought that this proud little phoenix was still waiting for the care of his elder brother in the physical universe.

I don’t know what the situation is now.

Thinking of this, Duker's will, guided by the golden light, broke through the spiritual world constructed by the Blood God and rushed towards the real universe.

The real universe is a ground battlefield in a dark world.

When the roar of Khorne resounded, Durkor's consciousness was pulled away, leaving only a body standing on the battlefield.

Fulgrim was the first to be keenly aware of this change. He twisted his body, brandished the poisonous sword in his hand, and rushed straight towards the original body.

This time, he was bound to cut off his brother's head and use his flesh and blood to comfort him for the torture he had caused him.

"Protect Your Highness!"

The loyalist soldiers shouted quickly.

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