Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The 41st Millennium of the Human Empire.

Ophelia No. 7 is a world with rich connotations. It is a combination of the bishop world and the temple world.

It is also a forging planet with tens of billions of permanent and floating populations. 

It is the home of the Holy Land Monastery of the Ecclesiastic Sisters. For those devout Ecclesiastic believers, this planet is the second holiest place, second only to Terra itself.

But now.

Countless Warp Demons and Chaos Warbands rushed into the world known as the Second Holy Land.

Abaddon, the chosen one of the Four Gods, launched thirteen great crusades, and the Cartier Fortress, which was intended to contain the Eye of Terror, had long since become a paradise of chaos.

The decline of human civilization can no longer be stopped, and the curse scar tears the entire galaxy apart.

The Old Ones of darkness and the demon army gushed out from the cracks like an endless tide.

No place can escape destruction.

Countless worlds have been destroyed, countless warriors are wailing, and all places under the starlight are weeping and wailing in the ravages and torture of demons and chaos spawn.

Eternal darkness will cover everything.

The war tears apart the stars and destroys everything familiar to mankind.

Some psychics with predictive abilities have already fallen into madness and despair before everything happens. In the not too distant future, there will no longer be a place for humans in the vast galaxy.

Everyone will become a tool for the evil god to destroy and play with at will.

But at this moment.

The all-encompassing river of fate began to ripple at this moment.

"Quick, rush in!"

"Warmaster Abaddon has ordered that this planet must be destroyed!"

The Fallen War Gang and Chaos Demons launched a frenzied general attack on the Holy Land, trying to completely destroy the world and bury all the truth about the great figures in this world.

The sound of fighting echoed in the temple.

After continuous fighting, the combat nuns had suffered nearly 40% casualties and were completely forced into a desperate situation. The endless killing was squeezing out the last of the nuns' war potential.

The white-haired nun holding the giant cannon was now covered in wounds, and her silver-white power armor was stained black and red by blood.

Hot blood flowed from the horrible wound.

The battle sisters standing next to her had their formation completely disintegrated under the bombardment of plasma cannons and explosive bombs. Efilar held a huge cannon, blood was flowing from one of his eyes, and she was still silently chanting the name of the Emperor in his heart.

"For the Emperor!"

Praise the Emperor or load your gun.

Battle Sisters never fear life or death.

As she roared, tremendous spiritual energy vibrated and exploded in all directions.

That was the blessing of the Emperor. Under this powerful ability, countless demons were blown away, but soon new Chaos Demons and Fallen Space Marines rushed up.

The chainsaw sword in his hand cuts into pieces the traitor of humanity in front of him.

The silver-white power armor and the blasting melta cannon made her particularly conspicuous on the battlefield, making her a target of siege.

With a whoosh, a battle nun was cut in half by the giant blade in front of her, and blood and internal organs splattered on the ground like crazy.

She was furious, and became more and more crazy as she watched her sisters fall one by one.

Efilar turned her head and looked towards the depths of the hall. There, next to the static force field, the mechanical priest was still muttering to himself as he operated the complicated machinery in front of him.

"Is there really no other way?"

The priest's mechanically transformed cold heart couldn't help but feel a trace of despair and unwillingness at this moment.

After tens of thousands of years of efforts, they have been trying day after day to awaken the great Emperor's son, the sacred Primarch, from the loss of control, but their hopes will be completely shattered today.

As chaos gradually gained the upper hand and the loyalists gradually fell into defeat.

"clang!--"

The clear sound of the bell rang out, and the infinite circuits composed a sacred rune together.

The receiver trembled with a buzzing sound, and the dome slowly unfolded like a huge lotus.

The majestic figure sitting on the throne appeared in the world again.

In front of countless Chaos Demons and Fallen Warriors pouring into the temple, Dukel slowly opened his eyes.

The cold gaze that carried infinite murderous intent burned fiercely in the temple like a ball of fire.

He did nothing but opened his eyes, which inspired the exhausted Sisters of Battle to fight again.

The body that had been sealed on the throne and became thin after sitting there for more than ten thousand years has now recovered and become a warrior with infinite power.

With a look of deep disdain in his eyes, he looked at the devil's offspring and the traitorous warrior.

He was the Second Son whose files were deleted by the Emperor and who was forgotten by everyone, as if he had never existed.

The Primarch of the Second Legion, Dukel.

A demigod Primarch who inherited bravery, martial prowess, and the will to fight from the Almighty Emperor.

The temple became extremely quiet at this moment.

It formed a sharp contrast with the roaring sounds of war outside and was extremely weird.

The powerful oppression in those eyes alone was enough to make the crazy and confused demons tremble in their hearts and maintain a rare silence.

Even though this great being has disappeared for tens of thousands of years, even though all the truth about him has been perfectly buried in history.

But the figure sitting on the throne still made them extremely frightened.

And it was all quiet.

This continued until a Khorne berserker with bone spurs all over his body arrived.

As the demons looked on in shock, the arrogant warrior leapt to his feet and swung his battle axe at the throne.

Face the menacing Khorne berserkers.

Dukel just waved casually.

It was as if the thing that hit him on the head was not a terrifying Khorne believer, but just some annoying flying insect.

The Khorne berserker was slapped away, and turned into a stream of light that instantly crossed half of the hall, and fell heavily on the wall and became a corpse.

The roar of the body falling to the ground broke the spell of silence.

Accompanied by roars filled with evil and madness.

Countless demon cubs could no longer suppress the impulse in their hearts and charged towards Dukel.

They were so overwhelmed by fear and anger that they completely forgot the differences between them.

They actually tried to kill the Primarch who had just awakened.

But at this moment, the Battle Sisters and the Space Marines from other legions all burst into a high spirit of fighting.

The Primarchs are the Emperor's gift to all of humanity.

No blasphemy is allowed.

The war broke out again.

But Dukel, who was sitting high on the throne, showed confusion in his eyes at this moment.

The soul of the Second Legion's Primarch was ultimately lost in madness and loss of control. Now, the one occupying and using this godlike body is a soul from a foreign land.

He comes from Earth, but not from Terra in this world.

Complex and confusing memories washed over his consciousness like a tide. Dukel looked shocked, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

No one noticed anything unusual about him.

"If this is discovered, will those crazy Inquisition people burn me to death too?!"

Dukel, who was familiar with the entire history, felt indescribable at this moment.

Just as he was daydreaming, his expression suddenly became serious.

Because he sensed that an extremely powerful spiritual energy was descending, as if his awakening had alarmed some great existence.

Duker quickly said to himself,

"I'm not afraid of anything. My soul has been wandering in the 3K era of the other world for half my life. The Emperor didn't abandon me and wanted to worship me as his adoptive father. My body is the great Primarch. Although the Emperor doesn't say it, he still loves me in his heart."

Dukel performed emergency self-hypnosis on himself.

To sum it up: "Loyalty!"