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Amid the excited shouts of the Khorne daemons,

The fighting continued.

The power of Khorne was terrifying.

It was difficult for a mortal legion, even one composed of Space Marines, to defeat a Greater Daemon.

But when Dukel fought against one, he seemed utterly relaxed.

The strength of Primarch No. 2 was already among the best of the Primarchs, and now, with the support of the system, it had naturally become even more terrifying.

Even during the battle, the system continuously absorbed the power of faith, enhancing Dukel's strength.

The power of faith is the purest force, drawn from the hearts of living beings. The more beings trust and worship him, the greater the increase in his strength.

As the second son of the Emperor, the moment the Second Primarch, free of Warp corruption, regained his sanity and control, he was recognized as a loyal Primarch and worshipped by the entire Imperium of Man.

Even Sister Efilar would gaze at his face with devout, fanatical eyes and shout his name with sincere reverence.

It was easy to imagine how immense the amount of faith Dukel could gain.

Facing the giant blade swung by Kabanha, Dukel simply swung the chainsword in his right hand and easily blocked it.

At the same time, he swung the monomolecular sword in his left hand, severing the right leg of the Khorne Daemon.

Kabanha, now one-legged, lost his balance and staggered to the ground.

With his tall and majestic figure, Dukel looked down at the Greater Daemon of Khorne, who was now at an absolute disadvantage.

At this moment, he could have quickly swung the chainsword again, delivering a killing blow to sever Kabanha's neck.

But he didn't.

"Stand up."

Dukel's voice was calm yet commanding, leaving no room for defiance.

Kabanha knelt on one leg, blood gushing from his severed limb like a fountain, pooling beneath him in seconds.

But he seemed oblivious to it, his heart filled with immense shock. He looked up at Dukel, his eyes wide with disbelief.

For tens of thousands of years, Kabanha had honed his skills through endless bloody battles, while Dukel had sat on a throne for millennia.

How had Dukel grown so powerful, while Kabanha had made little progress?

Even as these thoughts clouded his mind, Dukel shifted his gaze to Khârn, who was watching the battle from the sidelines.

"You too," Dukel said simply, his words carrying unquestionable authority.

"Primarch, you deserve to die!"

"No. 2, you're too arrogant!"

Hearing this, Kabanha and Khârn roared in anger.

Warriors are solitary by nature, and followers of Khorne even more so.

For them, every battle is a sacred offering to their god, an inviolable ritual.

But gladiatorial combat wasn't limited to one-on-one duels.

When the opponent's strength was overwhelming, it was natural for weaker warriors to band together to face the challenge.

Yet, in the long history of Khorne's followers, it was always the daemons who stood as the strong, facing swarms of weaker challengers.

When had they ever been treated like this by someone else?

Was Dukel stronger than them?

The battle wasn't over yet—why did it seem as though they had already lost?

Although Kabanha was kneeling in a pool of his own blood, one leg severed, he still firmly believed he could fight back and win.

Khârn, a renowned gladiator even before his transformation into Khorne's champion, felt confident in his own strength.

But now, Dukel regarded them both as weaklings.

This infuriated them.

Just as the two stared, bloodshot and seething, ready to curse Dukel again—

"ROAR!"

A deafening roar, steeped in the stench of blood, erupted from the Warp like thunder.

The roar sent shockwaves through the Immaterium, creating a storm so powerful it breached the barriers of reality.

Even the smallest grains of sand on the planet trembled in terror at the sound.

It was the voice of Khorne.

The echoes of the roar faded, leaving a tense silence.

Khârn, who had been ready to hurl insults, froze, his expression turning grim.

The Blood God himself was watching this battle.

An oracle had been issued.

To make this fight more entertaining, Khârn had no choice but to join the fray.

To Khorne, the combined weight of Khârn and Kabanha was enough to balance the scales against Dukel.

Kabanha's expression twisted with rage and frustration.

He could not understand why his god seemed to favor the Primarch so much.

"It's pathetic that even your god thinks you're weak," Dukel said, his tone mocking.

"Why are you silent? Weren't you going to speak?"

As Khârn charged forward, Dukel countered with a powerful kick, shattering Khârn's power armor.

In the next instant, Dukel's monomolecular sword pierced through Khârn's head, splitting his helmet in half.

The power Khârn gained by betraying humanity and serving Khorne had not been enough.

Dukel didn't bother to toy with the doomed champion. Khârn's fate was sealed.

Then, with the buzzing sound of his chainsword, Dukel approached Kabanha step by step.

The Greater Daemon of Khorne roared in fury, brandishing his weapon as he watched the Primarch approach.

To be regarded as a weakling, even by his god—it was an unbearable humiliation.

But to Dukel, the daemon was slow, clumsy, and unskilled. His attacks were riddled with flaws.

Each of Kabanha's strikes was effortlessly blocked.

Amid his furious roars, the daemon was knocked down repeatedly by Dukel.

Each time his massive form crashed to the ground, he was met with the same command:

"Stand up."

It was not just mockery—it was a lesson. Dukel studied the daemon's attacks, refining his own combat experience.

Finally, with the roar of the chainsword, Dukel decapitated Kabanha.

The daemon's horned head rolled to the ground.

Dukel picked it up and raised it high.

Suddenly, countless Space Marines and regiments erupted into thunderous cheers.

The Battle Sisters, exhausted but victorious, joined in.

This scene convinced the fanatical followers of the Ecclesiarchy that Dukel was a gift from the Emperor, sent to save the Imperium from the brink of darkness.

Even the Khorne daemons cheered, awestruck by Dukel's might.

The battles with Kabanha and Khârn would be etched into their memories forever.

But their celebration was short-lived, as they were torn apart by the vengeful firepower of Space Marines and Battle Sisters.

Even Khorne himself was pleased by the carnage and Dukel's bravery.

But when Khorne's blessing reached out, it was ruthlessly rejected.

A loyal Primarch would never accept the taint of an evil god.

"I, Dukel, am loyal!"