2nd Primarch

Dukel and the expeditionary corps walked this world, purifying the strange creatures corrupted by the negative energy of the Warp.

Long before the expedition fleet passed through this galaxy, Khorne believers had been wreaking havoc on this world, and the negative energy and viruses carried in the Warp had contaminated everything here.

The soulless beings, wandering like zombies, raised their heads clumsily. They had no fear and rushed towards the expeditionary corps with sharp, whistling sounds, but were shot by bolters in mid-air.

Such worlds are not uncommon in the galaxy today. Almost every world that is eroded by the negative energy of the subspace will become like this.

Horrible, like hell in a horror story.

These strange and corrupted creatures could not pose any hindrance to the expeditionary force.

In the ruins of this world, there are many traces of fighting, and the fierce explosions have caused deep pits to appear in many places.

The metal statues that were originally standing have now become tilted and broken; broken flesh and blood are smeared on the walls, and in some prominent locations, there are memorials made of piled skulls.

There were also many wide pits along the way, as steep and straight as vertical shafts. These were obviously the scars caused by the battleships' plasma cannons.

Some huge civilian machines lay helplessly on the road, with huge damage on the surface and broken wires constantly emitting sparks.

This is a huge hive world. The densely packed human settlements are piled into enormous mountains. The massive hive base occupies almost an entire continental plate.

The hive world is an important component of the empire. These huge hive cities continuously supply the empire with a population.

Every year, the Empire selects countless people from these hive worlds to supplement the Astra Militarum as soldiers and send them to the front battlefields to become part of the flesh-and-blood wall of the Human Empire.

——And the average survival time of these Astra Militarum troops on the front battlefield is only fifteen minutes.

To ensure there are enough people in the face of such huge losses, the system of the hive is insane.

The entire hive city is a massive pyramid. The upper tier is inhabited by planetary nobles, who lead a morbid and affluent life; the middle tier is inhabited by factory workers or government clerks, who have a fairly decent job and life; the lower tier is inhabited by the largest number of laborers and slaves, as well as some things that even the Empire cannot count.

People who are in good health and have good genes are assigned to breeding positions.

The members in charge of breeding are like workers on an assembly line, cooperating with the opposite sex to complete the task of reproduction.

In this dark age, humans are facing many powerful enemies and can only survive.

No one will do anything for the so-called children and women.

All of this is burning wood for the Empire and for the survival of humanity.

Dukel conservatively estimated that the world's population in peacetime is at least over 100 billion.

But now, it is difficult for him to guarantee how many survivors there will be in this world.

Thanks to the hive's insane system, the negative emotions of humans in the middle and lower tiers are often more terrifying than those of chaos demons.

After being polluted by the Warp, the number of cultists will increase exponentially, eventually causing a wave of rebellion that is enough to overturn the entire world.

The Mechanical Priests followed the Space Marines, collecting information about this world from the corpses scattered around.

Space Marines can also extract the memories of a target by eating its flesh and blood.

But they would not do so unless it is necessary. It is not because they feel disgusted, but because absorbing too many memories from the outside world may affect their spirit.

The mechanical arms behind the priests slowly extended, and steel probes popped out from the tips.

The surface of the probes is extremely smooth and is connected to complex sensing equipment. When these probes slowly penetrate into the brain of the corpse, the memory will be automatically stored in the chip of the Mechanical Priest for them to retrieve and view at any time.

After a period of exploration, the great sage sorted out the useful parts of these memories and submitted them to Dukel.

When the Primarch finished reviewing these memories:

"So, a group of Genestealers who shouted for free will launched a rebellion in the name of the Four-Armed Emperor, summoned Slaanesh Daemons, and planned to use them to fight against the followers of Khorne?!"

This stern prince also revealed an extremely speechless expression.

My goodness, what kind of galactic brawl is this?

If the galaxy in the Age of Despair is a big stage, the Genestealers are definitely the most fooled clowns on this stage.

They were released into the human world as the vanguard of the Tyranids. Because of their obvious alien features, most of the first-generation Genestealers hid in the corners of the dark world of humans.

In the life of human society, most of these Genestealers will follow the crowd and believe in the Empire and the God-Emperor. And this belief is not just verbal, but loyalty and fanaticism from the heart.

On many lost worlds, when faced with demonic invasions, these Genestealers can even burst out with more fanatical loyalty than the Space Marines, fighting in a style comparable to Krieg, serving the Empire until the last drop of blood is shed.

However, as aliens, they cannot receive guidance from the state religion, and the God-Emperor they are loyal to and offer their allegiance to is often just the God-Emperor they believe in; as a result, they often summon some strange things.

Most Genestealers never figure out what they are or what they do in their entire lives.

And neither Chaos nor the Empire, even the Tyranids, like them very much.

On some worlds that were successfully occupied by Genestealers, when these aliens sent signals to the Zerg army and hoped to completely merge with the Zerg, the bugs that eat everything often choose to avoid these worlds, even if they will lose a lot of biomass.

When Dukel and the expeditionary corps searched for the location that appeared in the memory message, they successfully found the place where the Genestealers were performing the ritual.

At this time, the aliens who were participating in the prayer ceremony were experiencing a terrible disaster.

As they were joyfully performing the ceremony of worshipping the Four-Armed God-Emperor, countless evil creatures emerged from the accidentally opened Warp gate and laughed maniacally before enjoying the feast.

Some little demons with twisted muscles rushed out from the teleportation array, sticking out their long tongues and tasting the ignorant souls and brains hidden in their heads.

This scene frightened these ignorant aliens — they were completely unaware of their mistakes and devoutly believed that this was a test from the God-Emperor.

However, these Slaanesh demons, who were sucking flesh and blood and enjoying their souls, were about to continue tasting more souls, but their bodies were directly shattered by the bullets of the expeditionary force.

When the Space Marines descended upon this place with heavy steps, what they trampled under their heavy steel boots were the flesh and blood fragments of demons and aliens.

Seeing the sudden arrival of the Emperor's angels, these Genestealers became more convinced that this was the result of their piety.

And when they saw the Primarch, who was almost as tall as two Space Marines stacked together, slowly walking out of the expeditionary legion, the excitement in their hearts reached its peak.

A bald, lavender-skinned, four-armed Genestealer with a bulge on his forehead, who looked similar to humans, knelt before Dukel with a fanatical look on his face.

"Angel, you have come here in person. You are so majestic and sacred. I believe you must have been inspired by our free will."

It knelt at Dukel's feet and even wanted to kiss the power armor boots on his feet but was kicked to the ground by the Primarch.

After being kicked, it did not show any displeasure on its face. Instead, it was grateful for being able to have physical contact with the original body.

"Praise the Four-Armed God-Emperor, this must be the great power of His Majesty. All this is so wonderful, as if in a dream." The alien muttered in a daze, and then asked the Primarch with a pious face,

"Great angel, you must have come here with the will of the Emperor. May I ask what His Majesty wants us to do?"

Seeing the fanaticism on the alien's face, Dukel was speechless. Then he seemed to remember something interesting and smiled gently.

"I am the Emperor's second son, the second Primarch Dukel. The Emperor said he missed you and wanted you to return to the Golden Throne."

Puff! —

After hearing the words of the Primarch, the Genestealer stabbed the sharp bone blade into his own chest without saying a word.

In its view, since it was said by the Divine Emperor Angel, it must be true.

"Your Majesty, I am here to serve you."

The alien's body collapsed limply on the ground.

Dukel kicked it lightly and found that it was completely dead.

——When it comes to fooling people, it's you, old man the Emperor.

Dukel still admires the fact that an alien who has nothing to do with the Emperor could be fooled like this.

Then, the Primarch waved his hand gently,

"Kill them all!"

The grenade launchers in the hands of the expeditionary corps roared in unison, and the sacred bullets bestowed mercy upon every alien equally.