Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The warrior threw away the vampire's shriveled and ugly head as carelessly as trash.

He first looked at the chain sword in his hand, which was almost the same style as the one in the original body's hand, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

Then he turned around and met the primarch's delighted eyes.

For some reason, this fearless warrior suddenly became timid when he looked at the original body.

He carefully walked out of the underground experimental site. The moment he stepped out of the metal door, a warm and friendly feeling arose in his heart. At the same time, the genes in his body were reminding him crazily,

——He, that is your genetic father, your father, he is right there, not far from you.

The soldier walked with complicated emotions. He reflected on his actions just now. He recalled the way Duker looked at him - he didn't know whether his performance satisfied the other party, let alone whether his genetic father would. Accept him gladly.

He even glanced at the chain sword in his hand uneasily. He was a little worried that using a chain sword similar to the other party's would make the other party unhappy.

But no matter how hesitant he was, he still walked to the original body. When he passed the last corner, he clearly saw the majestic figure.

The other party is so majestic and powerful.

Even though he had been transformed by the Primaris Space Marines, his height of over 2.6 meters was still not as high as the opponent's chest, and there was still almost double the height difference between him and the opponent.

The moment he saw the other person, his chaotic heart suddenly calmed down.

The warrior came to the front of the original body with firm and powerful steps. His burly body collapsed like a hill, and he knelt on one knee.

"May I call you 'Father', the great genetic father."

"Of course, my son, you can support me in my old age if you want." Duker was also amused by his actions. He was already in a happy mood and made a rare joke.

He stepped forward and patted the other party's shoulder, and a dull and loud voice came out. As the palm of his hand continued to exert force, Dukel's face showed a hint of surprise.

The strength he used at this moment was enough to kill the weaker demons, but his first heir remained as motionless as a mountain.

"You are so strong and powerful. How should I call you? Continue to use the number, Political Commissar No. 22? Or should I give you a new name?"

After hearing Dukel's inquiry, Political Commissar No. 22 suddenly raised his head. Although he did not speak, his eyes were filled with excitement and joy that anyone could see clearly.

Once a Krieg soldier, he had no name, only a serial number on his nameplate. He has been under Krieger's military management since he was born, and has never even met his biological father.

But now that his life has been reopened, he naturally hopes that the great being in front of him can give him a name full of blessings like a real father.

"Yeah." Duker naturally saw his heart clearly. He lowered his head and pondered, thinking about what kind of name he should give.

Then he slowly said,

"I once heard the name of a warrior in a certain world. That warrior broke into the devil's lair alone and destroyed everything unscrupulously, making the devils who had never known fear feel terrified."

"And that warrior is called Doom. This is not just a name symbol, but also an inheritance of belief."

"My son, I hope you can continue the faith of this great warrior from this name, and once again strike fear into the hearts of demons who have never known fear."

"I will live up to it, father!" Political Commissar No. 22, or should be renamed - Doom. At this moment, he had tears in his eyes, and his body and mind were filled with great joy.

In the culture of the empire, giving the name of a great hero or warrior to one's heirs is a sign of great importance and expectation.

Only children who are favored at home can receive such treatment.

The name of each primarch of the empire is derived from ancient mythology.

Even the name Duker comes from the angel beside God who controls life.

Doom never thought that he would be able to receive such an honor.

He fell into excitement for a moment, but Duker's words still did not stop, but continued,

"My son, your wings are already full, enough to fly freely over the vast sea of ​​stars. Your power is so majestic, he will make you invincible."

"Even my blessing can't give you greater power. But I still have something I want to give you."

As he spoke, Dukel stretched out his hand to Shivara beside him,

"Give me."

"Ah? What?" The captain of the Psychic Guard was still immersed in the father-son relationship between the original body and was deeply moved. Unexpectedly, Duker suddenly extended his hand to her, which shocked her.

"The doll you made, I know it's on you," Duker said.

"Your Highness, you actually know?!" Shivala was shocked at first, then flattened her mouth and was very reluctant to take out the doll she carried with her.

"Well, as you wish, Your Highness."

After taking the doll, even Duker couldn't help but gasp. Good guy, this doll is 90% similar to him.

It’s true that the higher the position, the more courageous you are.

Duker took a deep look at his guard captain, and then handed the doll to Doom's hands.

"This is..." Looking at the exquisite doll that was only about ten centimeters in size lying in his hand, Doom looked confused and didn't understand its meaning.

Then, he held the chain sword in his hand and looked at Shivara aside.

——Does my father mean that I should show mercy to the nun?

Thinking of this, his body couldn't help but tense up, and with just a look from his father, he instantly burst out and cut into pieces the nun who dared to make such a blasphemous doll and tarnish the majestic image of the original body.

But obviously, he misunderstood what Duker meant, and just listened to the original body continue to say,

"My son, you are the sharp sword of mankind, the divine weapon that destroys all evil. You walk in the flames of war, and you strike at the anvil of battle."

"You are the divine guard of the empire, but you are also my beloved son."

Dukel patted him on the shoulder and told him,

"I never doubt your ability, let alone your will, but I hope you--"

"Even if you fight, don't forget to take care of yourself."

"Even if you kill, don't forget your original intention."

"Destroy the evil leaders of all enemies, but do not destroy the original intention of human nature."

"You should, like Shivara and the nuns, have your own life, interests and hobbies after fighting, instead of using yourself as a killing tool."

Duker talked with his heir until very late, and then he returned to the mechanical workshop and, together with Gris, recorded all the parameters of this experiment.

The surgical transformation is still in progress, and it is much smoother than the original body imagined.

Perhaps it is because every soldier undergoing surgical transformation has a biomagnetic field of 50,000 pieces of technology. So far, no death has been recorded during the surgery.

Even if the operation fails, you can still survive. Apart from being weak and needing to recuperate, there is no life-threatening risk at all.

This result made him very happy.

But this does not mean that he can produce unlimited numbers of Primaris Second Legion soldiers.

The reason why the soldiers of the Second Legion are so powerful is not only due to their enhancement technology, but also because of the assistance of the Heart Network.

Each warrior is equivalent to a subset of the core of the Heart Network, and they all have a weakened version of the original body's abilities.

In order to prevent them from falling out of control like the Second Primarch, each Second Legion Space Marine needs at least a thousand members of the Heart Network to share the negative emotional erosion suffered when absorbing faith.

The current number of people in the Heart Network is only close to half a million.

In other words, even if the operation goes so smoothly, Duker can only produce close to 500 Second Legion soldiers in the short term.

Fortunately, as the number of Heart Network members gradually increases, the number of places in the Second Legion will also increase.

"It seems that it is still necessary to participate in the celebration Guilliman mentioned." Duker thought silently in his heart.

When he was on Ophelia No. 7, he also held similar celebrations. Every time he showed up at the celebration, the number of members of the Heart Network would increase sharply for a period of time.

I don't know how prepared Guilliman is.

Thinking of this, Duker simply came directly to the regent's office.

I plan to ask about the preparations for the celebration.

But when he opened the door, he saw his brother, the great regent, the monarch of five hundred worlds, lying under the table, not knowing what he was doing.

But judging from his ferocious expression, he was working very hard at this time.

This weird behavior made Dukel laugh directly. He smiled and asked,

"Brother, did I come at the wrong time?"