2nd Primarch

The duel between the demigods in the Sea of Souls caused a turbulent storm that made the entire subspace restless. As a result, countless powerful psykers in the physical universe were affected, their faces showing anxiety.

At the edge of the Ultima Star Region, the Indomitable Expedition Fleet of the Five Hundred Worlds advanced in a mighty formation. Guilliman was in high spirits.

Countless dark worlds had been saved by him. Countless people in the empire worshipped him as their savior, and one interstellar regiment after another eagerly joined his expedition. In the never-ending war, the size of the Indomitable Expedition Fleet not only remained steady but grew even larger.

Under Guilliman's leadership, another world was easily rescued. The cheers of humanity spread to every corner of the planet, and a massive sculpture of the Primarch was being worked on day and night.

The love of the people of the empire made No. 13 smile.

At this moment, a slender, graceful fighter craft suddenly appeared in this world.

Seeing the alien spaceship arrive, the Indomitable Expedition Fleet, hovering in the outer orbit, did not launch an attack. Instead, they allowed it to pass. Evelyne of the Death Army had come to visit again.

"How have you been lately, big boy?" Upon seeing Guilliman, the Eldar teased as if meeting an old friend.

Upon hearing these words, the Ultramarines guarding the Primarch around him instinctively shifted their gazes.

How should one describe it? This was indeed a bit blasphemous, but well, as long as their father was happy.

"Not bad. I am on the throne, and victory is never far from me." Guilliman smiled, boasting a bit about his recent triumphs.

But he was ruthlessly interrupted by Evelyne.

"There's no time to talk about that now, Regent. It's time for us to set off." Evelyne's expression grew serious.

"Depart? Where to?" Guilliman asked in surprise.

"You didn't know?" Evelyne was even more surprised than the Primarch, continuing, "Yes, you are so afraid of the energy of the Supreme Heaven that you naturally can't sense it."

"In short, your two brothers had a fierce fight in the Sea of Souls."

"Fighting. Dukel? Who is he fighting with now?" Guilliman asked suddenly, looking up after hearing this.

"Magnus, your corrupt brother, was severely beaten by His Highness Dukel. But..." Evelyne's expression grew grave.

"However, this may be his last victory. The prophet has predicted that your brother has already stepped into the trap of the gods."

"This…" Guilliman processed the information.

"Think about it on the way, Regent, or do you not want to save your brother?" Evelyne asked mischievously.

"How is that possible!" Guilliman immediately retorted. "Ten thousand years ago, when the statue of No. 2 was removed, I made a big fuss about it! If Dukel knew about this, he'd definitely be grateful to me!"

"But you're right, Evelyne, there's no time to think."

As soon as Guilliman finished speaking, he directly contacted Grand Magus Cawl of the Mechanicus to inquire about the maintenance status of the expedition fleet.

After receiving a positive answer, the Regent's tone grew confident.

"Let's go together, Evelyne!"

"Whether it's the gods' schemes or those betraying brothers, we will defeat them all. I can't wait to see the expressions of my brothers when they're saved by me!"

"That will be very exciting!" Evelyne smiled.

Meanwhile, in a completely dark place that had fallen—this was the paradise of chaos and the trap set by the gods for the Primarch—Fulgrim had already been waiting with his Slaanesh Legion, like a poisonous snake lurking in a trap.

When he noticed Magnus's failure, his lips curled into a disdainful smile.

In Fulgrim's view, Fifteen's failure was inevitable.

His ignorant brother had no idea how weak he was, let alone how powerful Number Two was.

But Fulgrim was different.

Fulgrim had personally defeated or even killed more than one Primarch. If Guilliman had not been resurrected, he would have added him to that list.

But even so, his record was remarkable.

More importantly, Fulgrim was well aware of the power of Number Two. In their brief confrontation before, Dukel had left him with permanent scars.

The Daemon Prince stroked the cracks on his body, through which illusory flames occasionally shone.

Every time the flames burned, Fulgrim's face would twist in distortion and pain.

Ordinary injuries could not make him feel pain.

As the Daemon Prince of Slaanesh, the inhumane torture instruments of the Imperial Inquisition only gave him a little pleasure.

But the pain left by the burning of this flame was completely different. Fulgrim only felt the torture deep in his bones, but could not derive any pleasure from it.

This was what he could not tolerate.

A hissing sound, like snake language, echoed in the darkness. Fulgrim's abominable body, covered in scaly, deformed, and oddly beautiful patterns, twisted in pain.

"Number Two! I swear to repay this pain a hundredfold!" There was unimaginable venom in Fulgrim's voice.

In the Warp, on the massive Tizca Pyramid, Dukel was unaware of what was happening outside. At this moment, he simply raised his steel boots and stepped on Magnus's head.

But even so, there was no mercy on his face. He did this only to see if his brother would get up and give him a good fight again.

After waiting a while, he suddenly grew bored. After being defeated by him, the Crimson King seemed to have completely fallen, gasping for breath with no intention of fighting back.

"Are you completely convinced? This is not like you, Magnus."

"Hehe." No. 15 just laughed miserably, with various colors flowing in his only remaining eye. "No. 2, my brother, being tortured by human malice must be very painful."

Buzz!

Dukel placed the chainsaw sword directly on Magnus's neck.

"Give up your little tricks, Magnus." Dukel said coldly. "Shut up now, and you can still live to return to Terra with me. If you continue to speak nonsense, you will die!"

"Then you'd better kill me, brother. Even if that means real death." Magnus showed the calmness and open-mindedness of a wise man at this moment.

"As I said, I know you. Just like Sanguinius, your enemy is never others, but your own power. So I ask you—how does it feel to be tortured by the evil thoughts of mankind, brother?"

"It seems you really want to die." Dukel raised his chainsaw sword high.

"Then it will be as you wish!"

As he spoke, his murderous intent reached its peak, and he no longer hesitated to deliver Magnus's final execution.

Suddenly—

Bang!—

A Fallen warrior of the Thousand Sons opened fire.

The bolter hit Dukel directly in the forehead, and a series of explosions caused his head to shift slightly.

"You want to die too?"

"Children of the Thousand Sons!"