2nd Primarch

In the world polluted by Chaos, executions are still ongoing. There are so many corrupted compatriots that many soldiers of the expeditionary corps are overwhelmed by the constant executions and have to be rotated.

Compared to whirlwind torpedoes, which can cleanse the entire world at once, this method of ground execution is indeed time-consuming and laborious, but the results are also gratifying—hundreds of thousands of surviving human compatriots have been screened and rescued, and they will board the expedition fleet and be sent to habitable worlds, or spend their lives raising children on ships.

On the other side, technicians and priests of the state church choir are also busy blocking various subspace nodes and trying to reduce the damage caused by Chaos to the world.

This process will probably last about a month.

Dukel returned to his office on the Soul Fire and calculated on draft paper various technologies that might be used in actual combat in the future.

"Your Highness," at this time, Efilar knocked on the door and walked in, holding a crystal ball in his hand.

"Look at this. This is what the sisters found near the subspace teleportation array."

Her expression was filled with worry, as if this crystal ball would bring about a great disaster.

"A creation of Crystal City." Dukel only took a look and said affirmatively. He felt the disgusting aura on this crystal ball.

The Crystal City is the domain of Tzeentch. Although this god is often criticized for his stubbornness, jokes aside, the Lord of Destiny's items cannot appear meaninglessly—when the creations of the Crystal City are placed in front of him, it really shows that everything is within His plan.

"That is to say, in the world that this expeditionary army accidentally passed through, there were Genestealers guided by Tzeentch who summoned Slaanesh demons and tried to use them to fight against the followers of Khorne?"

This can no longer be a coincidence.

Is this a demonstration to the Primarch and the Expeditionary Corps? Or is this an ultimatum?

Why didn't Nurgle show up? Was he not sociable? However, Dukel quickly recalled that ever since the Great Unclean One Lymphbas was stabbed to death by him, this filthy fat man had completely shut himself in. He was lazy to begin with, so he must be drinking soup to relieve his sorrow.

What the old emperor said is true, they are indeed four pieces of trash.

Dukel showed a disdainful sneer on his face.

The Primarch then drew out the scarlet chainsword lying beside him and smashed the crystal ball into pieces with one blow.

At the moment the crystal ball exploded, countless bizarre scenes emerged in the office, as if they contained the tragic endings destined for countless original bodies, which were released together at this moment.

The turbid chaotic energy corroded the entire room. The steel walls laughed sharply and strangely, the floor was chattering, blue runes containing infinite truths appeared one by one on the draft paper, and the forbidden knowledge made noisy whispers.

The Lord of Destiny now opened his arms to the Primarch, and countless curious secrets disturbed people's hearts in the open and frank whispers.

These visions seemed to last for a long time, existing simultaneously in the past, present, and future, and until the end of eternity; yet they also seemed to last only a moment, and when the bright fire of the soul rose up, it instantly burned them all out.

"A fateful ending? A future without hope?" Dukel sneered disdainfully.

He was mocking the gods, mocking that they were not as omniscient and omnipotent as they boasted—at least, the gods had no idea what he was thinking.

Dukel never worried about the future of humanity.

When everything is irreversible, when humanity is doomed to destruction...

Dukel went straight back to Terra, grabbed the old man, and the two of them went into the subspace together.

By then, it is still unknown whether there is still hope for mankind, but there will certainly be no hope for the Chaos Gods. No matter where they hide, Dukel will grant them an eternal end.

A galaxy without humans would have no need to exist.

It is true that the Emperor is the evil God of the Warp, but this does not mean that the Emperor's love for all mankind is false.

If it were not for the sincerity in their hearts, no great being would be willing to board the most terrifying torture device in the galaxy and experience torture and loneliness for tens of thousands of years.

By then, the Emperor, who was decaying on the golden throne, would tell the entire Warp what the Dark Lord of the North, who had completely released the power of destruction, was.

Dukel's expedition would naturally not stop because of fear of the gods' plans.

During the rest of the expedition, everything seemed to go smoothly.

The Chaos Gods seemed to have restrained their minions and made concessions to allow the expedition to proceed. Even the waves of the Warp storm calmed down a lot.

As human worlds were saved one after another, countless people of the empire cheered, manpower was replenished, and military equipment was maintained; with each victory, the morale of the expeditionary corps grew higher and higher, and it seemed that saving the human empire from darkness was no longer a pipe dream.

But only a few people know that this is not something to be happy about. The calmer the sea is, the more violent storms are brewing.

Dukel knew very well that he was following the path planned by the gods, just like a wild beast in the forest—not being attacked by hunters did not mean safety, but was just getting closer to a trap.

The Primarch knew this, but he would never back down from it.

He would not stop rescuing his compatriots because of this, nor would he give up hope for the rise of mankind.

What's more, in this vast dark jungle, the difference between hunter and prey is often only a fine line.

When the expeditionary corps once again successfully rescued the world shrouded in darkness, amid the cheers of the people of the empire, the fleet set sail again, traveling in the bizarre subspace under the protection of the mind matrix.

Suddenly,

boom!—

The expedition fleet sailing in the subspace was suddenly attacked violently.

A fleet that came from nowhere launched a surprise attack on the Soul Fire.

The Primarch planned to leave the Warp before fighting, but the enemy was chasing him relentlessly.

Surrounded by the Sea of Souls, the Soul Fire was forced to launch a counterattack.

Under the salvo of the firepower system, the macro cannons tore apart the enemy ships; the beams of the plasma cannons penetrated the barrier between reality and illusion.

In the fierce exchange of fire, the already turbulent Sea of Souls was now stirred up by an extremely huge wave.

Terrifying screams rang out from the depths of the deep and mysterious Warp, and countless souls let out shocking wails in the intensive firefight.

An indescribable riot broke out in the Supreme Heaven. Countless terrifying tentacles pulled the enemy ships into the darkness, followed by a disgusting chewing sound.

The expeditionary fleet, protected by the Mind Matrix, was also shaken by the invisible attack, like a raft sailing in a tsunami and storm, always in danger of capsizing.

Holes were torn in the huge mental force field, and mysterious chaotic energy seeped in. Disgusting pustules began to grow on the decks of some battleships.

Some Chaos Demons that had not yet been separated climbed onto the deck, but were instantly torn apart by the rage of humanity.

The twisted body, the horrifying images that reach straight into the heart, and the decadent sounds of sensual pleasures all emerged in the minds of the loyal soldiers.

Nightmares and temptations emerged alternately, trying to distort the warrior's mind.

Strange whispers echoed in their ears, and if they were not careful, the devil would take the opportunity to seize their souls.

Dukel boarded the bridge and released nearly endless mental energy instantly. Only after the mental barrier integrated by the mental network was fully deployed did it completely isolate the influence of the subspace.

At this time, the Soul Fire also cleared the haze between reality and illusion and captured the enemy hidden in the darkness.

An extremely large flagship with a distinct Baroque hull structure, and the paint on the surface of the battleship indicated their identity.

—The Thousand Sons Fleet, the traitors of the Empire!