2nd Primarch

his blessing was peeled from the nun's body when Efilar joined the Heart Network. Unexpectedly, it would once again become a medium to connect to the Emperor at this moment.

The majestic and solemn voice of the Emperor flooded into his mind. However, the voice he heard this time was completely different from the last. It was no longer friendly and easy-going, but rather inviolable and full of divinity.

"You are my own son.

He offered me his sincerity.

I will carve it with great care, forge it with all my heart,

and the knife and axe will not damage its shape;

A vicious plague does not change his heart;

a beautiful beast head does not change his will;

rise up,

My son!"

There is no true God in the world, no one is worthy of your bowing! ——

Golden sunlight pierced the bloody desert.

He has come, He is here, He is in this world! Although all living beings and souls have not seen Him yet, every molecule can clearly feel His arrival.

The all-consuming darkness punctured the entire world like a balloon.

The dark star is bright and fierce. He is omnipresent and all-encompassing.

The scorching power He radiates burns and melts everything around Him, not even light is spared, so He is pure black.

Horrible, beautiful, incredible, unimaginable—the Dark Lord is here, and every grain of sand stained with blood is evaporating.

The sky, the desert, the blood, the atmosphere... everything is being destroyed.

The same thing happened to the warrior shrouded in blood shadow. Endless blood evaporated from his body, and he let out an extremely angry roar.

The anger contained in the roar filled the entire world in an instant.

This spiritual world is torn apart by two brutal forces.

One half is the color of blood, the other half is the darkness of extinction.

The two forces fought against each other in an unimaginable way. Everything in the world was affected, but Dukel was the only one shrouded in golden light, watching everything happen.

After hearing the Emperor's words clearly, the corners of the Primarch's mouth twitched unconsciously—Old man, even at this time, you still have to emphasize that there is no God? Apart from admiring his original intention, what else can Dukel say?

He looked up and watched the duel. Although he could not understand it, he was deeply shocked. This was not an adjective, but a fact. Just by watching the fight, he felt that his soul and essence were trembling.

Fortunately, his soul and essence were both of sub-god status; otherwise, just watching this incredible battle would be enough to shatter his soul and split his essence.

This incomprehensible war continued, but Dukel's eyes narrowed slightly—he suddenly thought, could this all be part of Tzeentch's plan?!

He did not see through the Lord of Destiny's plan, but deduced it based on the current results.

Yes, the game of the gods spanned a long period of time. Their game lasted for so long that everyone subconsciously forgot that, in their eyes, even a demigod Primarch as great as him was nothing more than a slightly more eye-catching chess piece on the chess table.

The target that the gods deliberately targeted is ultimately each other.

Dukel reviewed everything that had happened recently.

If you understand it in a simple and easy-to-understand way—

That is, the gods were playing cards in the chess and card room, and at the same time they took a fancy to the new gold card (Duke) in the card pool. The kind father was the first to draw the card, but after spending money to no avail, he simply gave up on the card.

The remaining three players were not giving up and agreed to draw cards together, working together to spend money to drain the card pool.

The current result is that, although Slaanesh and Tzeentch also spent money to no avail, they only lost a little, which is not a big deal for them at all.

But the situation with Khorne is more serious.

He spent the most money, so his chance of drawing a gold card was the highest. At one point, his fingertips had even touched the golden card—but at that moment, a burly man suddenly jumped out from the chess table, shouting that the card was his. He not only snatched the gold card back, but also chopped off two fingers of the Blood God!

This is definitely something the others would be happy to see.

And the person most likely to bring about this result is the Lord of Destiny.

Of course, this is just the Primarch's guess. After all, as the Lord of Change, no one can fully understand Tzeentch's thoughts and style of doing things.

While he was thinking, in the already turbulent subspace, an unprecedented storm was set off at this moment.

Although the Emperor and Khorne did not engage in direct combat in the physical universe or the Supreme Heaven, they only had a brief collision in the spiritual world, it also caused the two major etheric areas of due north and northwest to inevitably shift and collide.

The aftermath of the collision created enormous waves in the sea of souls, cutting off the shipping lanes of countless worlds and turning them into hidden islands.

"ROAR!"

The Blood God's roar was filled with endless rage, echoing throughout the entire sea of souls. Even the world in the most hidden corners was infected by the anger in his roar, and bloodshed suddenly increased.

In the crystal maze, the laughter of the Lord of Destiny resounded endlessly.

The demons who tangled the threads of fate heard their master's laughter, and although they didn't know why, they felt joyful.

In the Plague Swamp, the kind father, who had been secluded in the garden for a long time, unexpectedly came out, contrary to his usual behavior.

With a loving smile, He poured blessings on his offspring, and with laughter and admiration, He presented the thick soup He had carefully prepared to the Goddess of Life.

And the Emperor's voice once again resounded in the Primarch's consciousness.

"Go home, my son."

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"Wait a minute, old man, I have something else I want to ask you."

"What is it?"

After hearing the Emperor's question, Dukel told him about the method he had deduced to save Guilliman—that is, to extract Carlos' essence and characteristics and infuse them into Guilliman's Armor of Destiny.

Originally, he had no intention of asking, but the other gods were easy to deal with, except for the mysterious Lord of Change, who really made him feel pressured.

No matter what Dukel looked at now, he felt that it was a trick of Tzeentch.

But it's different with the old man backing him up. Although he couldn't understand the previous battles, he could see that the old man is really powerful now. If the Emperor were a little weaker, the Lord of the Skulls would not only be helpless and furious in the Brass Castle.

His original brothers have used their own tragic cases to prove the importance of communicating more with the old man.

Therefore, to be on the safe side, Dukel decided to seek the Emperor's advice.

"You can give it a try."

After a moment's silence, the Emperor responded.

After receiving the response, Dukel felt at ease.

Once again, he felt the necessity of strengthening communication, especially with Fulgrim. If he had spoken a few more words to the old man, he would still be the proud phoenix of the empire.

Thinking of this, Dukel suddenly remembered that this proud little phoenix was still waiting for the love and care of his brother in the physical universe.

I don't know what the situation is now.

Thinking of this, Dukel's will, guided by the golden light, broke through the spiritual world constructed by the Blood God and rushed towards the real universe.

In the real universe, there is a ground battlefield in the dark world.

When the roar of Khorne rang out, Dukel's consciousness was taken away, leaving only a body standing on the battlefield.

Fulgrim was the first to keenly notice this change. He twisted his body, brandished the poison-coated sword in his hand, and rushed straight towards the Primarch.

This time, he was determined to cut off his brother's head and use his flesh and blood to comfort the torture he had brought upon himself.

"Protect His Highness!"

The loyalists shouted hurriedly.