Rebirth in the Primordial Insects

It sounds like the powerful creature that wants to invade their Kingdom of Warhammer actually knows the door so well, it seems like it is one of the controllers and participants behind the scenes!

As a result, the entire Iron Fist team, especially the strongest leader, were dumbfounded!

But this guy was angry.

"Hmph, no matter how you know us, or even know our weaknesses, so what? You should know how strong we are. We can repel you, or solve you, with absolute advantage, right?"

"Oh? You think you can beat me if there are more people? It's really ridiculous..." Ming suddenly sneered. It seems that their self-confidence has made them expand, right?

Then, he doesn't mind releasing more powerful power and directly exiles them into the endless abyss, either in fear or rising to fight, haha...

So, Ming stopped talking nonsense and directly took out the Demon Bone Sword and lightly swiped it at them. Endless darkness descended directly and devoured them crazily.

"What?"

The guys of Iron Fist were shocked. This power seemed very dark and terrifying. Even though they were decisive warriors, they felt extremely frightened at this moment.

"Not enough? Then do it again!" Ming saw that they were still running away, and the power to communicate with the abyss must not be enough, so he picked up the sword in his hand again, and with a slight stroke, there was another huge crack that connected with the abyss. produced.

At this time, these battle groups, which were said to be the most powerful in the empire, did not show any release of strength at all, and were being devoured crazily by the endless darkness.

After all, there is a huge difference in strength between the two. These guys are just the strongest legions in the Warhammer Empire, but how can they compete against the power of darkness? At least this is Ming's will. This is the struggle of hundreds of billions of insects, right?

Moreover, this dark power can swallow up the entire universe, so what is a mere 100,000 legions? Facing the devouring abyss, even a strong man like Ming would be swallowed up without the Demon Bone Sword in hand!

Next, Pluto will not take care of the two large dark cracks. In short, it will continue to swallow up the cosmic space. The great darkness will become more and more terrifying. Even as time goes by, the surrounding stars and even further stars will be destroyed. Swallowed!

Therefore, the underworld will not care about these things. It is best to start a new darkness. One day, a new universe will be reborn in the darkness to replace the energy resources that have exhausted the cosmic space.

And not long after Ming continued to move forward, he encountered a group of men with machetes in their hands.

They are extremely powerful, wearing armor made of suitable materials, and seem to be able to withstand powerful impacts.

"You destroyed the Iron Fist of our empire? Haha, those idiots, I knew it..."

One of them was bald, holding a 40-meter machete, and roared.

"Who are you? Watermelon sellers?"

"Bah, we are cannibals, crazy thugs who eat the world and eat everything!"

"Oh? Another Primarch warrior? Haha, I'm going to expose your body this time!"

And in Ming's memory, there are indeed all the memories of the nibbler.

That is... Of all the Space Marine legions founded by the Emperor to reconquer the galaxy during the Great Crusade, the most feared are the Devourers.

In a bloody invasion and the most vicious battle, the "Cannibal"

The name is undoubtedly synonymous with blood and fear on a chilling scale.

The origin of the Cannibal is that it is located in a star near the earth, and there is a solid library at the bottom of the dungeon.

In the blood-stained files, the fate of those who escape into the cursed path is recorded;

To even mention their names is to risk insanity.

There were many blasphemous heretics among them, and there were tyrants whose names would stain the pages of books, but among the many damned souls, chief among them was the Primarch of the Space Marine Devourers.

The known parts of the Primarch's legend are incomplete, so it is impossible to know the truth behind its dark legend.

It is not known how the Cannibal was separated from the Emperor after his creation, nor the name of the planet on which he later made his home, nor even where that planet was or whether it still exists today.

However, there are records of a hierarchical world where the elites who rule the world live in intoxication within high walls, while the poor huddled in the surrounding slums have no food or clothing.

In order to distract the public from the bleak sorrow day after day, the ruling class of this planet often held death matches in huge arenas, where gladiators enhanced with mechanical devices fought to the death. Delight the public. It was in this world that he was eventually discovered, but there is no record of how he got there.

In any case, this is finally a thing of the past. What is known is that the Cannibal was accidentally discovered by a slave owner:

At that time, he was on a mountain to the north, covered in blood, with dozens of strange corpses lying next to him.

The fragments of history do not indicate what race these alien creatures are, but many Imperial scholars believe that they should be the Eldar. It is estimated that they foresee the future of this Primarch and come to attack.

The Primarch of the Devourer was badly wounded but still alive, and the slaver noticed how quickly he recovered from his wounds and concluded that he must be an unrivaled warrior.

The original Devourer Primarch was brought back as a slave for treatment, and biological neural organs were implanted under the cerebral cortex.

These relics of Dark Age technology can enhance a warrior's strength and murderous intent in battle, turning him into a crazed killer.

The Primarch of the Devourer was brought to the capital, where his potential as a gladiator was quickly discovered, and he was sold to the largest and most well-funded gladiatorial arena in the city.

He took up residence among thousands of mechanized gladiators in small cages beneath the arena.

However, just a few months later, the Devourer Primarch earned a bloody respect for his fearsome skills and fierce sense of martial honor.

He killed hundreds of warriors in single combat and group combat, but spared those who fought equally well.

He was faithfully worshiped by a group of desperate people;

On the surface, he liked the life of a gladiator, but he was always looking for an opportunity to escape from the life of slavery.

He is a troublesome slave with a natural disdain for authority, and has tried several times to break out of the arena's dungeons.

However, these fighters were heavily guarded, with heavily armed guards on duty at all times, so every attempt failed.

In just a few years, his reputation spread to every corner of the planet, and he won people's deep respect as a formidable killer.

Thousands of people flocked to watch his fights, and under his tutelage the gladiators became increasingly formidable, until eventually the other gladiator warriors were no match for them.

After yet another failed escape attempt, the Primarch of the Devourer finally understood that he could not escape alone.

His indomitable spirit and training techniques have long made him a respected leader among gladiators.

With the planet's largest deathmatch approaching, the Devourer Primarch began plotting his most daring escape yet.

Thus, in this series of games, the Primarch of the Devourer was allowed to fight every gladiator in the arena, and at the climax the crowds rushed to the arena with cheers.

The followers of the Devourer Primarch quickly turned on the guards, slaughtering them in their own way.

They suffered heavy casualties in the face of heavily armed soldiers, but about two thousand people managed to escape into the city, stealing the weapons and supplies they needed to fight in the mountains.

The Primarch of the Devourer's forces established themselves on the highest peaks of the Northern Mountains - close to where he had been discovered by his slavers many years before.

The planet's rulers immediately sent troops to suppress the fugitives, but they sadly underestimated the servile legions of the Devourer Primarch.

Within a few days, this once domineering army was brutally slaughtered, and all its weapons and equipment were abandoned to the slaves. Only a pitiful few survived and struggled to escape back to the city.

Similar armies followed in the years that followed, slave armies sent to destroy the Devourer Primarch, but each one suffered defeat, cut to pieces by the near-pathological rage of these mechanically enhanced warriors.

But attrition and famine continued to lengthen the list of slaves killed, and soon there were no more than a thousand of them.

On a mountain called Alpine Iron Pressure, when night fell, the Primarch of the Devourer was heavily surrounded by at least five well-equipped armies. It seemed that the slaves' rebellion had finally come to an end.

Not even the Primarch could withstand such a large number of enemies, and his end would come within days.

Perhaps it was around this time that the Emperor was attracted to this planet by the aura of spiritual power emanating from the Primarch. The Emperor observed the Devourer Primarch from the shadows, proud to see him leading his slaves in bloody battle.

Now upon the planet's surface, he is expected to lead his Space Marine legion, the Devourer Primarch, and take a place at the Emperor's side.

The Devourer Primarch refused.

This was his place, with his fellow slaves, and only death could make him leave them alone.

The Devourer Primarch and his slaves dug their own graves at night, which meant to their enemies that they would rather die than surrender.

Knowing that even though the Devourer Primarch was a Primarch, he would still die in the coming battle, the Emperor moved his ship into low orbit and teleported the Devourer Primarch away.

The leaderless slaves were defeated, and the next morning they were massacred by the combined forces of the planet's rulers. In space, while the Great Crusade was still underway, the Primarch of the Devourer eventually accepted the leadership of the Devourer, but remained resentful of the Emperor's abduction of him from his planet, believing it to be a betrayal of his martial arts. Yu Huai.

Knowing that psychosurgery could unleash a warrior's power, the Primarch of the Devourer ordered the Technomarines of the Devourer to replicate the implants in his own skull as a template.

It's just that this technology has long been lost, and the early copied experimental works are not reliable at all, often inducing receptors to lose control and leading to unstoppable mental madness.

Afterwards, technicians were finally able to create implanted organs that could function properly and stimulate fighting spirit and strength, and implanted them in the entire Eater Army.

The initially fortified unit was so successful that it quickly became a formidable force that earned the trembling respect of others.

The cannibals showed no mercy, only bloody death from the final blow of the chain axe.

Records mention numerous instances of entire systems surrendering en masse to avoid destruction by the wrath of the Predator.

But it was only a matter of time before the legion's use of psychosurgery on new recruits became widely known.

After the city's infamous massacre (in which an entire planet was wiped out in one night), the Emperor scolded the Cannibals and ordered a cessation of future use of the implants.

The Devourer Primarch paid little attention to this and ordered the Techmarines to continue the matter until nearly every Space Marine in the Legion had undergone surgery.

Bloody scenes have become more and more a tradition of the Legion. Everywhere in the galaxy, massacres are bound to follow. In battles, it has become very common for Space Marines to compete to kill each other.

Many of the Devourer Primarch's Primarch brothers made no secret of their concerns to the Emperor, who had now made a fatal mistake.

He sent the Primarch of the Iron Fist, the most trusted of the Primarchs, to meet with the Devourer Primarch to bring him back to the right path. H is a spiritual master who was corrupted by the power of Chaos before the Emperor knew it.

What H saw in the Primarch of the Devourer was a warrior trapped in sorrow and resentment, and there was certainly no need to expend any effort to embellish this and exaggerate the Emperor's betrayal of him.

He painted the Emperor as a coward who desperately needed to be replaced, and told the Devourer Primarch what he wanted to hear most, so the Grand Master ultimately raised the flag of rebellion against the Emperor during the First Galactic Civil War, and the Devourer Primarch smashed Cannibal. They also accompanied the Legion of the Sons of the Great Spiritual Master as they advanced.

The brutality and terror that once visited the Emperor's enemies were now brought upon the Empire itself by the Cannibals.

The Cannibals are at the forefront of every battle, fighting the bloodiest assaults, preferring to tear their enemies apart with hand-to-hand combat rather than ranged firepower.

They dug a blood river in the galaxy leading to the earth, drank the blood of the victims, and took off the heads of their enemies in the name of their new master, the bloodthirsty god.

Surviving records of the siege on Earth show that the Devourer breached the walls of the Imperial Palace, the Devourer Primarch charging ahead brandishing his shining runestone sword.

They achieved a great harvest of flesh and blood on the earth, but the final victory still eluded them. Knowing that the Dark Angels and Space Wolves were rushing back to Earth, the Grand Master made a desperate move to end the siege by lowering his ship's shields and provoking the Emperor to come.

The emperor then fought to the death and ushered in a battle that would determine the fate of the galaxy.

The two fought using all means - physical, mental, spiritual - and finally the emperor defeated the great spiritual master, but he also paid a heavy price.

Unfettered by the great betrayer, the armies of Chaos immediately fell apart and fled from the earth.

The Primarch of the Devourer was the last to leave, leading the Devourer into the depths of the Eye of Terror.

Although the battle was lost, the war continued; he and his warriors were always looking for opportunities for revenge.

But it was cleaned later

At the beginning of the Great Crusade, the Emperor's realm was continually advanced by his Primarchs.

Many planets welcome the arrival of the Emperor's armies, but some are foolish enough to resist.

Orr is a technologically advanced world that has been separated from the Empire for centuries.

The emperor's envoy arrived in Orr to lobby for his return, but was brutally executed by the other party as a gesture of maintaining his independence. Orr's military power is so strong that the honor of restoring peace can only be borne by three legions - the Moonshadow Wolves, the Ultramarines and the Devourers.

Under the skilful leadership of the Emperor's Warmaster, the Great Spirit, the armies of the Devourer Primarch soon fell, leaving only one castle in enemy hands.

Imperial forces laid siege to the castle, but peace took far longer than the Primarch would have liked, and he longed to leave in pursuit of greater glory.

Desperate to end the siege as quickly as possible, he bombarded the castle's fortified walls from satellite orbit and ordered the Angron Primarch and his Devourers to rush into the breach and kill the enemy leaders.

The castle walls were forged from Dark Age technology, so even a week-long bombardment could only open a breach. The Devourer Primarch drove the Devourers up to the wall, immediately drawing a hail of lasers and turret fire, but the Devourers were undaunted, and the mountains of corpses served as cover for them to reach the top of the wall.

Once inside the walls, the battle-hungry Space Marines wielded their chain axes, destroying anything that came near. The horrified wails of the people as the cannibals sacked the castle echoed in the ancient halls all day and all night.

When the Devourer Primarch emerged from the morgue, there was no one alive inside.

As the Ultramarines entered to sweep the castle, they were shocked by what they saw. The inner chambers and domes of the castle were like a madman's slaughterhouse, with broken corpses everywhere, and the stench was nauseating.

No one is spared; all living creatures are slaughtered by the furious cannibals.

By the time the shocked Ultramarines left the castle, the Moonwolves and Devourers had already left, leaving only the Ultramarines to garrison until the Imperial forces arrived. The Rebellion broke out when the Primarch Carnage confronted his brother Primarch.

The Devourer Primarchs spurned their past service to the Emperor.

The homeworld of the Devourer Primarch remains shrouded in mist.

After the Heresy ended, the Devourers fled into the Eye of Terror, and the Legion soon degenerated into a small band of wandering Chaos Renegades. Therefore, they do not have any specific base or home planet. Each armed force does its best to stretch its blood-stained hands to what it can reach.

But Cannibal Ren only wants to do one thing: kill his enemies in melee combat and take their heads for the sake of his homeland.

In this extreme emotion, Legion kicked away ranged weapons and picked up chain axes and pistols.

The thirst for blood and killing has become the overriding need of the cannibals. Every time they enter a battle, they rush wildly on the battlefield, roaring the name of their homeland, throwing all strategies and tactics behind in their thirst for flesh and blood.

These shouting madmen are warriors who rage to the death in battle, knowing that their homeland welcomes the blood of not only their enemies, but their own blood as well.

Indeed, it is said that the Creed of the Cannibals is victory or death.

Jin is cursed and feared among the Eaters alike, and a legend among all those who kill in the name of the bloodthirsty god.

Jin won the title of betrayer in the demon world with an outstanding massacre.

Here the Devourers clashed with the Emperor's Children, making contact with cities across the planet as lightning thundered, covered in dark rock and ice, and eventually the Devourers were torn apart.

Cities fell one after another in the violent attacks of the Cannibals, and the flowers of flesh and blood flying in the streets were like flames and thunder splitting the sky.

Although the fighting raged on, the icy night approached, taking its toll on all those outside the bunkers.

Time after time the Chosen fell upon the Emperor's Children, slaughtering their vengeful enemies until the falling night forced them to call off their attack.

Biting icy wind swept through the deep valleys, and the city was lifeless. Both sides hid in bunkers to avoid the deadly cold.

The legion paused its attack, and a leader named Jin shouted to the sky to vent his dissatisfaction, demanding that he be allowed to resume his killing spree.

Enraged by his companions hiding in cover while there were still enemies to kill, Jin raised a flamethrower and unleashed fiery death on his fellow berserkers; anyone who tried to stand in his way was killed. Killed by a roaring chain axe.

He strode through the burning city, the blood-stained armor on his body leaping with unnatural flames, burning not only his enemies, but also his friendly troops.

The fire spread to other parts of the city, the Legion tearing itself to pieces, the Berserkers fighting each other and the Emperor's Children who had few remaining bunkers. Jin's whole body was covered with flames, cutting a path of blood on the burning ruins, like an avenging angel calling for death, and like the living incarnation of the bloodthirsty god.

From that day on, the Devourers ceased to be a legion and instead splintered into small groups of berserkers, endlessly seeking death.

Jin now patrols the Eye of Terror, like an avenging angel suing for death, an incarnation of a god soaked in blood and yet undefeated. Only the most insane warriors dare to fight with him - because few who do so will survive. .

After that, they established a huge organization.

Ever since the Legion was expelled into the Eye of Terror, forever bound to the worship of the Primarch of the Devourer, internal bloody rituals have become more important in the daily life of the Devourer, and the use of force in order to win its rewards has caused A sea of ​​blood.

The legendary tactical organization of these Space Marines had been abandoned, and subsequent years of fighting had washed away all traces of it. As more and more legion officers and leaders were seduced by demons, or became Chaos warriors seeking power, the last traces of discipline and organization were abandoned.

On a crazy night in the demon world, a leader of the Devourer Primarch named Jin turned his weapons and aimed at his fellow Devourers. This legion tore itself apart in a day of killing and became many small groups of wandering people. The apostate, ever seeking battle and death.

These small teams vary from a single leader to several small squads to company-sized units with inexplicable destructive power.

The leaders of these raiders will serve any Chaos Lord who rallies his forces, the only requirement being that blood will be shed in the name of the Golden Devourer Primarch.

But even a Chaos Lord must remain vigilant lest his head be added to the list of heads they hunt.

Their credo is:

Cannibals believe in only one thing:

Splashes of blood.

Their sole purpose of existence is to kill and set fire in the name of their god, and it doesn't matter whether the blood comes from their enemies, their comrades, or their own veins. What matters is the growing pile of skulls beneath the brass throne of the Devourer Primarch.

And their genetic core—gene core

Since pillaging from the Eye of Terror for countless millennia, the Devourer's genetic core has been irreparably tainted. Many suspect that the genetic core of the Devourer Primarch has been tainted from the beginning, and that the Devourer has been cursed since its birth. That

He cited the known history of the Devourer Primarch and believed that if various signs could be detected as early as possible, there would be hope for the Legion to be saved.

Regardless of which side is correct, the Space Marines of the Devourer have a biological thirst for blood and carnage, and it is this that drives them into blood-hungry insanity.

The desire to kill is so strong that cannibals end up killing each other when there are no enemies to satisfy their bloodlust.

so……

Such an excellent primarch is really a good thing. Ming feels very lucky today. He wonders what kind of terrifying things will be hatched after combining with the genes of insect creatures. After all, powerful creatures can be tempered by time. What comes out is interesting.