2nd Primarch

"Save my Lord!"

The bloodline of the Thousand Sons shouted loudly, and the fallen Space Marines almost instinctively pulled the triggers in their hands. They used all the weapons at their disposal to shoot frantically at the Primarch. Rockets, explosive bombs, and psychic spells poured towards Dukel like countless raindrops.

"All right, all right, my fellow Thousand Sons."

The murderous intent in the Primarch's eyes became palpable, and crimson flames rose up. The boundless wildfire was like a bloody mouth ready to devour anyone and was about to turn these human traitors into scorched earth.

"No, Dukel, you can't do this!"

Just as he was about to launch an attack, powerful psychic energy suddenly erupted from beneath his feet.

Countless arcane runes surrounded Magnus, and at this moment, the storm and thunder rushed towards their master again.

"Why, brother, are you ready to fight again?"

"Seeing your offspring being slaughtered with your own eyes, is it so heartbreaking for you?"

Amidst the countless long-range fire attacks, the Primarch looked at his brother with interest. Even in the physical universe, these mortal attacks could not harm him. And in the primordial power of the High Heaven, these weak attacks were not even a tickle to him.

Upon hearing his words, Magnus opened his one eye in anger.

The Daemon Primarch flew into a rage—and then, only for a moment.

At this point in the battle, Magnus had become painfully aware that he was no match for Number Two. But a mere defeat would not be enough to make him give up resistance.

There were fifteen horrific wounds on the majestic body of the demigod, caused by the chainsaw sword. If they had been just ordinary cuts, they would have meant nothing to him.

However, in the previous battle, Magnus could clearly feel that every time his body was cut, an extremely special primordial force would penetrate the wound and reach his essence directly.

Perhaps there would be seven more wounds. Or eight? His soul and essence would completely fall apart and return to their original source. This would be complete demise, and even the gods would be helpless.

Therefore, he would rather lie on the ground in disgrace and verbally incite his brother than have another dispute with Dukel.

The runes around Magnus dimmed. After thinking hard to no avail, he said in an almost pleading tone:

"Brother, you have ruined my plan to please the Lord of Change. You win."

"Take me away. I will return to Terra with you. There won't be any more bloodshed, right?"

Dukel curled his lips in boredom. He had actually hoped Magnus would fight him to the end.

But now that his brother had revealed his weak side, Dukel found it difficult to take action. The memories of the Second Primarch kept surfacing in his mind, and it would be difficult for him to kill any of the Primarchs unless absolutely necessary.

Besides, Magnus was not useless. Bringing him back to Terra was indeed the best option.

"I promised you. It should have been done long ago."

"I have no intention of laughing at you, brother. If you want to please your master, why bother so much? All you need to do is tell him about your plan. I guarantee you will make him laugh."

Dukel agreed.

Just then—

Clang!

Another explosive bomb hit Dukel's head.

A series of explosions caused his head to explode with a loud bang.

The Primarch's face darkened again, causing the atmosphere to tremble and crimson flames to surge.

"No! Don't!"

"Duke, you promised me!" Magnus said quickly, upon seeing this.

"Well, brother, I'm a man of my word."

After hearing these words, the Daemon Primarch immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but the next words from No. 2 made him feel relieved again.

"Maybe, I don't need to do it myself."

After Dukel finished speaking, a huge roar was heard—the rune shield of the Thousand Sons Fleet was broken, giving the expeditionary force the opportunity to launch a boarding battle.

Landing ships crashed onto the ground of the Great Pyramid, and loyal Imperial warriors stepped out of them to fight against the fallen Thousand Sons.

The defeat of the Gene-Father spurred the Thousand Sons, causing them to burst forth with terrifying fighting power. They fought for their father.

But the Imperial warriors of the expeditionary corps also showed their madness.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the terrible light of destruction penetrated the void. The soldiers on both sides were fearless and brave, but the expeditionary corps, blessed by the mental force field and with greater numbers, soon gained an absolute advantage.

The defense line built by the Thousand Sons was on the verge of being breached, and the sons of Magnus died with screams one after another.

Efilar displayed the demeanor of a living saint. Having obtained part of Dukel's essence, she could unleash extremely terrifying power in the High Heaven. The fire of the soul gathered into a storm around her body, and every flap of her flaming wings took the lives of the Thousand Sons.

"This is not what we agreed!" Magnus said, gritting his teeth.

"What's the difference? I kept my promise and didn't take action." Dukel chuckled. "It must be hard to watch your offspring being slaughtered."

Magnus had a gloomy face and no longer wanted to talk.

The screams of his offspring were endless. The massive psychic spell constructed by the Thousand Sons was shattered to pieces by Efilar before it could even be cast.

Having been infused with Dukel's essence and equipped with various mental network abilities, Efilar was powerful enough to even intervene in the battles between demigods. Now, slaughtering these fallen Space Marines was no problem at all.

Magnus was furious, but had nothing to say.

Dukel did keep his promise and did not interfere in the massacre of mortals.

Dukel, on the other hand, was appreciating the scene with a completely different mood.

Whenever he saw Efilar's heroic figure wantonly venting her power among the enemy, he felt great joy—it was the joy of his own creation, giving him an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

At the top of the Great Pyramid of Tizca, the gigantic crystal eye shed a crystal tear, as if it couldn't bear to see the Thousand Sons being slaughtered.

Gulu—

After the teardrop fell, it actually left a strange mark in the subspace and rolled down to Dukel's feet with incredible precision.

Only then did the two Primarchs see the full appearance of the teardrop.

This was a crystal-clear crystal ball, exactly the same as the one discovered by the expeditionary force before.

This was a creation of Crystal City!

Dukel's eyes widened. In his eyes, the crystal ball suddenly exploded without any warning.

The roiling subspace energy released like a thin mist, filling the surrounding space in the blink of an eye.

In the mist, the azure runes that had been hidden here for who knows how long suddenly appeared in full.

With these runes as nodes, an extremely large arcane array was constructed in an instant.

"No, this is impossible. When was such a huge magic circle completed?" At this moment, Magnus seemed more surprised than Dukel.

A brilliant light radiated from his one eye as he carefully examined the magic circle before him.

"How could this happen? This shouldn't be the case."

Magnus muttered to himself in a mysterious way, like a scholar stuck in a difficult problem.

Dukel, however, tried to destroy the magic circle the moment it was formed.

"Hahaha, don't waste your energy, Dukel. This is the power of our Lord. It's ridiculous that I'm still being so smart."

"It turns out everything is part of the Lord of Destiny's plan!"

Magnus was convinced.