2nd Primarch

Dukel considers himself a sentimental person, but he shows no mercy toward these aliens.

The consequences the Genestealers have brought to this world are irreversible.

The power of Chaos will use the spiritual fluctuations of the ritual to open the barrier between the Warp and reality.

Deep darkness has already been drawn into this world, and an immeasurable aura of Chaos is sweeping across everything. The fear and despair of the survivors will become the most delicious food for the demons.

Aliens and crazy psykers, under the banner of freedom, overthrew the government power of this world.

The so-called freedom evolved into a carnival of debauchery, attracting the attention of Slaanesh.

The offspring of evil gods roam among them, tasting their ignorant souls.

The moment the barrier of the subspace is torn open, the process will be almost irreversible. The whole world will be enveloped by indescribable horrors and completely fall into the hands of the dark gods.

Even Dukel couldn't save it. Even if he blocked the subspace teleportation array, the breath of Chaos had already filled every corner of this world.

The endless sound of blasphemous words echoes in the ears of every human. The tentacles of Chaos penetrate deep into this world. Some creatures that should not appear here are now hiding in the darkness.

A strange purple light almost covered the sky, while dark clouds rolled, as if twisting and struggling.

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating many strange silhouettes in the night.

Flames spewed from the barrels of the expeditionary corps' guns. Bullets tore through every enemy of the Empire, and a cleansing operation against this world was forced to begin.

Countless innocent people were corroded and infected by the chaotic aura.

The guns and gunpowder that were supposed to protect the human Empire had to be poured onto them at this moment.

In the flickering firelight, the Space Marines' power armor reflected a faint glow.

Regardless of their identities—humans, aliens, psykers, or cultists—they would all face equal cleansing now.

The earth was soaked with blood, the sky cried, pouring rain and dew to cleanse the world. The atmosphere itself was distorted.

The unclean energy roared and spread everywhere, as if mocking the insignificance of mankind.

The expeditionary force was divided into small groups, advancing slowly and steadily.

The weapons in their hands were aimed at all targets suspected of being infected by Chaos.

Because of the ignorant alien rituals, they were forced to shoot their own compatriots.

Some survivors, with no obvious infection, were rescued. But this was not worth celebrating because most of them would eventually be cleared out, and only a very lucky few would survive.

Dukel stood not far away. He simply watched quietly and did not participate in the cleansing. The blood of his fellow humans was washed away by the rain, and the depth of the blood had exceeded one foot.

His bright eyes flickered a little, revealing a rare moment of confusion, and he didn't know whether what he was doing was right or wrong.

—The Primarch was still soft-hearted. He absorbed the emotions and beliefs of mankind and used them as nourishment to become stronger, but he could not ignore his own emotional side after all.

Faced with such a world polluted by Chaos, none of his brothers would handle it as tediously and at any cost as he did.

They would issue extermination orders without hesitation, cleansing the world of everything and destroying heretics along with their compatriots. In their view, the few survivors were not worth saving, and it would only result in unnecessary consumption.

Even Guilliman, the rational Thirteenth, would definitely do so. What about Sanguinius?

Dukel thought silently.

The holy archangels would also do it, Dorne? Lion? They would also cleanse without mercy.

Salamander Primarch Vulkan? He might not. The second Primarch recalled his brothers' words and deeds through his memory, using them to infer the decisions they might make when faced with such a situation.

But then, he revealed a self-deprecating smile.

How could I suddenly think of this? Just as Abaddon, the victorious warlord chosen by the Four Gods, said, the era of the Primarchs has ended.

Suddenly, the great sage Gris found Dukel, seeming to hesitate to speak.

"What is it, Gris?" the Primarch inquired.

"Your Highness, the priests have extracted some unusual memories from the dead." Gris weighed his words.

"In the memories of multiple units, a giant once appeared in this world. That giant had a stature as tall as yours, and after killing the tyrant who oppressed the nest, he left."

"Therefore, the people of this world call this giant the Tyrant Killer and the Nameless Knight."

"So I..."

"So you suspect this is one of my brothers, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Having said this, the Great Sage openly admitted it, "In my opinion, only a Primarch has enough power to accomplish such a great feat."

"Tyrant Killer." Dukel also pondered after hearing this. "Soon, he found the basis from his past life's memories.

Isn't this the only brother older than me, the Emperor's first heir, the Lion King Leon?"

Yes, at this point in time, the Lion King should have woken up from his slumber.

The Lion King was not dead or out of control; he was just seriously injured and slept under a boulder for ten thousand years. So, when he woke up, there were no strong visions in the Warp, and Dukel couldn't detect his return.

Based on the memories of his previous life and the deductions from the clues in front of him, he was able to confirm the return of the Lion King.

The Lion King, who had just awakened, seemed to have some memory disorder. He did not directly look for his offspring, but used his ability to drill into the woods to wander around the world.

After waking up, the Lion King had awakened his teleportation ability and materialized the forest of Caliban, helping him to cross the obstacles of space by walking in the forest.

Although Dukel didn't know exactly where he was now, it was certain that he would still be in the Great Rift in the short term.

The era of the Primarchs will not end!

In addition to these three, there will be more loyal Primarchs returning to the Empire in the future.

For example, Dorne kept something in reserve.

The Khan racing on the Webway.

Sanguinius became an angel and protected his descendants in the Warp.

Vulkan, whose whereabouts are unknown, and the Crow King, who is blocking Lorca's door. Well, the Crow King really can't return in the short term; after all, he's really busy.

"Gris, this is indeed very important news." Dukel smiled. "It's been ten thousand years since we last met. I wonder if my brother's martial arts have improved."

"It will become clear when we meet again, Your Highness."

The Great Sage happily echoed.

He was truly happy. For the Empire, now in the Dark Ages, the return of every loyal Primarch was a great joyous event.

"Hahaha, you're right. When we meet, I'll find an opportunity to beat him up!" Dukel's eyes were eager to try.

From a warrior's perspective alone, Guilliman, with his standard Primarch physique and master-level swordsmanship, can only be considered an average warrior in Dukel's eyes.

As for the Lion King Leon, he is undoubtedly a high-level warrior.

As for his own top-level skills, Dukel's eyes regained their brightness, and the confusion faded.

As a top fighter, he can do whatever he wants. He will beat up anyone who disobeys him until they obey him. This is called purity!