Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Dukel really hadn't expected to travel through time to the Warhammer universe, infamous as a nightmare for time travelers.

Moreover, he found himself as the Primarch of the Second Legion—a figure long exiled and erased from history.

Primarchs possess unimaginable power beyond mortal comprehension, but the dangers they face are equally unfathomable.

Why, then, was the Second Primarch erased so thoroughly from the Emperor's fold, to the extent that even his records were obliterated? Dukel couldn't suppress his curiosity and began to probe his inherited memories.

The expulsion of the Second Legion had always been an unsolved mystery in his previous life.

Even the 11th Legion, destroyed due to betrayal, still had its records preserved. What heinous crime had the Second Primarch committed to warrant such complete eradication?

Dukel recalled discussing this enigma with others on forums in his previous life. The most plausible theory was that the Primarch of the Second Legion had lost control of his powers and committed an unforgivable act.

As Dukel searched the fragmented memories of the Primarch, his confusion only deepened.

—There were significant gaps in the Primarch's memories.

What was known was that the Primarch of the Second Legion had perfectly inherited the Emperor's bravery, martial prowess, and unyielding passion for battle.

With these qualities, he was one of the most formidable fighters among the Primarchs.

But then the memories abruptly stopped, leaving a blank void.

After this, the Second Primarch had apparently lost control, becoming a battle-mad berserker who attacked the God-Emperor himself.

The consequences were catastrophic.

This act, whether labeled rebellion or terror, not only brought shame upon the Emperor but also sowed doubt and incomplete loyalty among the other Primarchs.

To restore order, the Emperor enacted judgment. Though he publicly declared himself cold and unfeeling, it was clear he spared the Primarch's life. Dukel's body was sealed away in a hidden chamber within the Temple of Ophelia VII, in the hope that eons of holy indoctrination (crossed out: brainwashing) might cleanse his tainted soul.

Now, as Dukel reflected on his current situation, he realized the galaxy had changed drastically.

Abaddon's Thirteenth Black Crusade had captured Cadia, and the Eye of Terror poured the power of Chaos into the material world. A massive, cursed scar tore through the Imperium of Man, plunging it into chaos.

Tens of thousands of years of war had granted the Four Chaos Gods unprecedented power. Demons poured into reality in great numbers, and their influence on the physical universe became increasingly terrifying.

The eyes of Chaos turned toward every Primarch—including Dukel.

Of course, the traitorous Primarchs, the fallen brothers, weren't spared their gaze either.

Though the situation seemed dire and nearly unsolvable, Dukel, armed with the memories of the Second Legion's Primarch, felt an unusual fire ignite within him.

"Why am I so… excited?" he muttered to himself.

He wasn't scared of the powerful enemies he might face. Instead, his fighting spirit flared, and his blood boiled with anticipation.

"Isn't this even more exciting than the Golden Age?" Dukel grinned.

Dukel stood from his throne and picked up a chainsword lying on the ground.

Standing over four and a half meters tall, he wielded the nearly two-meter-long chainsword with ease, as if it were an ordinary blade.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

The chainsword roared to life, vibrating with raw energy.

As the towering Primarch leaped into action, a massacre began.

The first to fall were the heretical sorcerers who worshipped the Chaos Gods. Their presence had allowed the demon army to breach the temple's defenses.

With a ferocious roar, Dukel's chainsword tore through them, reducing their bodies to bloody pulp.

Blood sprayed like a grotesque painting as Dukel unleashed his wrath.

Inheriting the Second Primarch's martial skills and immense power, Dukel showed no hesitation in butchering demons.

To him, the psychic powers the demon sorcerers so proudly wielded were nothing more than pathetic parlor tricks.

After reducing the sorcerers to broken remains, Dukel turned his wrath upon the Fallen Space Marines.

These warriors, once the proud defenders of humanity, now found no peace in death. Dukel granted them mercy in the form of a swift end, his chainsword ripping through their corrupted power armor with ease.

He tore through their ranks like a tiger in a flock of sheep, cutting demons in half and sending them screaming back to the Warp.

With every swing, the battlefield grew bloodier, and Dukel's tall, majestic figure became a beacon of hope for his allies.

The nearby Sisters of Battle and soldiers from other legions gathered around him, inspired by his presence. Together, they formed an unstoppable force.

The demons trembled at the sight of humanity's renewed strength and unity, retreating step by step under Dukel's onslaught.

Word of Dukel's awakening spread like wildfire.

Hope rekindled across the war-torn world. Those who had despaired now cheered, and the downtrodden celebrated the arrival of the Primarch.

Dukel's indomitable fighting spirit, combined with his immense psychic power, spread across the planet like a wave, reinvigorating weary soldiers and emboldening the hopeless.

Inspired by his presence, humanity's defenders surged out of their trenches, charging fearlessly into battle.

"Praise the Emperor!"

"Praise humanity!"

The demon army was driven out of the holy city, and the Sisters of Battle took over the task of purging the remnants.

When Dukel finally struck down the last enemy, he stood amidst a sea of blood and gore. Severed limbs and corpses piled high around him.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind.

[A large number of human beliefs have been detected.]

[System activation in progress.]

"What?"

[Host: Dukel.]

"A system? After all this?!" Dukel muttered in disbelief, though he quickly smirked.

Could this be the work of that bastard Tzeentch?

Still, Dukel felt no fear. He had already embraced this chaotic new life.

If the system was genuine, then great. If not? Well, he'd deal with it like everything else—with overwhelming force.

Warhammer wasn't a place for hesitation or doubt.

If the system turned out to be powerful, Dukel mused, he'd one day punch the Chaos Gods, shatter the C'tan, and kick the Orks into oblivion.

Then he'd return to Terra, drag the Emperor off the Golden Throne, and call him "godfather."

The system's cold voice interrupted his thoughts:

[System loaded. Absorbing human faith to empower the host.]

Before Dukel could fully process this, he felt his psychic energy surge dramatically.

In the Warp, his projection blazed across the landscape like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path.

The power was overwhelming, untamed, and unrelenting.

Chaos creatures fled in terror, unwilling to face the raging inferno that Dukel had become.

(End of this chapter)