2nd Primarch

After Dukel got serious, the rearguard mission turned into a massacre.

All around him lay the corpses of Khorne warriors, scattered in disarray. Among them were several massive Chaos Eggs.

The blessing of Khorne empowers his followers, but it is also a curse.

When a Khorne devotee loses the will to fight and succumbs to retreat or fear, the curse takes effect, transforming them into a Chaos Egg.

During the battle, Dukel's passion for combat only grew, and the aura he exuded was terrifying. Under such immense pressure, some of Khorne's followers lost their resolve, falling victim to their god's curse.

"Xiaokong, this was your choice," Dukel mocked, slapping the surface of a Chaos Egg. He could even hear the faint roar of Khorne within.

Meanwhile, in the ambush site prepared by the Sisters of Battle, the captain in charge maintained a serious demeanor. Her sharp eyes stayed locked ahead, missing no detail.

"Stay alert! The enemy could arrive at any moment," she commanded.

"Double-check the traps!"

"Hide well! We are the last line of defense for the Medical Sisters."

"We must buy enough time for the wounded to recover."

Hearing her words, the Sisters straightened up, their spirits burning with resolve.

They were ready. Like daggers in the darkness, they waited silently for their moment to strike.

However, twenty minutes passed, and no demons appeared.

A political commissar voiced his concern. "Everyone, remain vigilant. The enemy could strike at any moment!"

Thirty minutes later, still nothing.

"Stay calm," the captain urged. "The enemy might be scouting. Hold your positions."

Forty minutes later, a Sister muttered in frustration, her arms sore from holding her grenade launcher. "What's taking them so long? Did those demons die on the way?"

Over an hour later, the demons still had not come, but Sister Efilar arrived with reinforcements.

"What's the situation? No sign of the enemy yet?" Efilar inquired.

After treating a large number of wounded Space Marines, she had hurried over to bolster morale. Her presence was vital—without her, panic could easily spread if a battle erupted.

The adjutant stepped forward. "Sister, the enemy hasn't arrived. We didn't send anyone to scout, so we're unsure why."

"That makes sense," Efilar replied. "Our mission is to hold this position, not to scout. But why do you think the enemy hasn't appeared?"

After a moment of thought, the adjutant said, "I suspect His Highness Dukel is responsible. He may have engaged the enemy, holding them back—or even defeating them outright."

She hesitated before adding, "Should we attempt to establish communication with him?"

Efilar shook her head. "No. Interfering with His Highness during battle could have catastrophic consequences. We'll hold our position. Send out scouts, and prepare to fight if the World Eaters arrive."

The Sisters immediately sprang into action, fortified by Efilar's commanding presence.

But just then, a squad of Ultramarines arrived.

"Are you the Primarch's forces?" their captain asked.

The nearby Sisters turned, stunned. "Have you seen the Primarch? What about the demons?"

"They've been destroyed," the Ultramarine captain replied solemnly.

These Ultramarines had lingered near the war zone, ready to support Dukel. But as the battle unfolded, they realized no reinforcements were necessary. Chaos had been utterly crushed.

"All the Khorne champions, leading thousands of World Eaters, wiped out?" the Sisters asked in disbelief.

The Ultramarine captain fell silent, his mind replaying the horrifying scenes of the battlefield. Finally, he said, "I can't explain it properly, but that Primarch... he's something else."

The war continued—because in the grim darkness of the far future, war never ends.

The Empire's technology could cleanse a world with ease, but rescuing loyal Imperial citizens complicated the process, requiring grueling ground campaigns.

Thanks to Dukel's rearguard efforts, however, the tide of battle shifted. His fearless leadership turned what should have been a stalemate into a decisive Imperial advantage.

"Kill them all!"

Dukel's battle cry echoed across the battlefield, filling every loyal warrior with renewed fervor.

He tore apart demons with his bare hands, crushed traitorous humans underfoot, and inspired the Imperium's forces to push forward relentlessly.

Soon, the forces of Chaos were driven into their final fortress. They sought refuge behind walls of steel and force fields, hoping to stall the inevitable.

But the sky rained plasma fire. The Empire's orbital cannons, enhanced with Dukel's technological brilliance, reduced the fortress to rubble, paving the way for final victory.