2nd Primarch

Guilliman was carried away. Under the coverage of the mental force field, the damage caused by the negative energy of the Warp in his body would be isolated, but this could only prolong his life for a short time and could not truly save him.

Dukel looked in the direction he had left and pondered. His mind network's computing power was constantly being used to list one plan after another that could save his brother.

After rejecting countless options with extremely low probabilities, he worked out two feasible solutions.

Guilliman had previously relied on the armor he wore, the 'Armor of Fate', to defend himself against the trauma to his body and soul. This armor was created by the Eldar prophet according to the guidance of fate.

And in the subspace, there was only one demon who was most deeply involved with fate: Carlos the Fateweaver, who crawled out of the Well of Eternity.

If Dukel used his own abilities to extract Carlos' essence, transform it into the original source, and infuse it into the Armor of Destiny, it might produce unexpected results.

This plan was worth a try, but the probability of success was low. According to his calculations, the success rate was only 22.2%.

The second option was very simple: call Father.

Dukel still had the Emperor's Blessing, stripped from Efilar, in his hand. Although it was not easy for the old man to show his divine power in the physical universe, he could still do it easily with this blessing as a medium.

This plan also carried great risks.

It's not that Dukel questioned the old man's ability, but mainly because Guilliman had sealed his psychic powers himself. He was currently a Muggle, and the signal for psychic communication was weaker than a 2G network.

Dukel was afraid that during the old man's manifestation, the Emperor might get excited and say something like, "Guilliman, thief, traitor." Old Thirteen had a bad temper to begin with, and he might die of anger just after being resurrected.

Just as the Primarch fell into deep thought...

Crash—

Not far from him, a strange noise suddenly came from behind.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

"Protect the Primarch!"

After Guilliman was carried away, Dukel was the only loyal Primarch left on the battlefield.

Be it the expeditionary corps, the regent's subordinates, or even the Eldar participating in the war, they all paid special attention to his safety.

Therefore, the moment the unusual sound was heard, continuous reminders followed.

Dukel looked over and saw where the noise came from.

It turned out to be the Secret Keeper. After being thrown to the ground by the Primarch in anger, it had not died yet. After a brief faint, it crawled out from the depression in the ground again.

But despite this, it was also seriously injured. The physical trauma was the least of its worries. The spiritual fire that drilled into its body along its scars and constantly gnawed at its soul was the true source of its pain.

Seeing the powerful Slaanesh Daemon reviving again, the Imperial soldiers around were filled with fear.

They approached the Primarch anxiously. In this world, the Empire had already lost one Primarch and could not afford to lose another.

The Extreme Marines were even more furious, because it was the Secret Keeper who, along with the other two great demons, had defeated their genetic father.

But just as they were about to take action, the Primarch took the lead—even the Astartes could not see the movements of the Emperor's Second Son.

In less than a blink of an eye, the Primarch came to the side of the Keeper of Secrets, trampling the body of the Great Demon with his heavy steel boots, and holding its ugly head with his large hands. He exerted force suddenly.

Puff!

Nearly half of the spine and bones of the Secret Keeper's snake-like body were pulled out, along with a large amount of bleeding internal organs.

Then, it was thrown aside like garbage.

The flame between illusion and reality absorbed and burned it. In the orange-yellow flames, only the head, spine, and a few organs of the demon remained, twisting and wailing.

It was impossible for mortals to imagine what kind of torture this was, as even the Great Demon of Slaanesh cried out in such misery.

The soldiers of the expeditionary corps remained relatively calm after seeing this scene. They had long been accustomed to their master's brutality and cruelty towards his enemies.

The Ultramarines, Dark Angels, Space Wolves, White Scars, Dark Templars, Imperial Guards, Knights Houses, and other children of the Space Marine Legions under the Imperial Regent stood still at this moment.

The soldiers opened their mouths wide and their minds went blank for a moment. The first sight of the Second Primarch alone gave them a slight shock.

The Eldar of the Death Army were in a state of panic. Evelyne unconsciously stroked her neck—being aliens, they actually felt a sense of empathy for the tragic plight of the Great Daemon of Slaanesh.

They couldn't imagine how they would face the Emperor's second son if they had a disagreement with the Empire one day and met Dukel on the battlefield.

But Dukel didn't care what they thought.

Guilliman had been badly wounded, bringing him great anger and sorrow, which he was now eager to vent.

The Primarch stood silently, wiping the blood of the Great Demon on his hands with his blood-red cloak.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

Soon, Efilar walked behind the Primarch, revealing the posture of a living saint, and spread out wings made of soul fire.

Nearly five thousand Psychic Guards came in an orderly manner, forming neat square formations and constructing a tangible Psychic Matrix.

Nearly 200,000 mind network warriors gathered from all over the battlefield and joined in constructing the mind matrix.

As mental energy continued to flow out from various nodes, the translucent mental force field almost enveloped the entire battlefield.

Covered by the force field, the Krieg soldiers fixed their bayonets in silence.

They even strapped melta bombs to their bodies, waiting for the glorious moment to die together with the enemies of humanity.

Kane, Gray, and the soldiers of their regiments also joined the formation.

In the sky, dense transport planes descended like dark clouds, dropping heavy firepower units such as Dreadnought Mechs, Knight Mechs, and Titans onto the battlefield.

With Dukel as the center, the entire battlefield changed rapidly and everything proceeded in an orderly manner.

"Your Highness, the Psychic Guard has assembled."

"The Second Legion's reserve troops have been assembled."

"Silver Sisters", "Mechanical Skitarii", "Valhalla Regiment", "Krieg", "Ophelia Guard No. 7."

Until—

"Your Highness, the expeditionary force has assembled!"

The voice of the command center came through the built-in communicator.

Dukel took action once again. He picked up the blood-red chainsaw sword still covered in blood and took a step forward without saying a word.

"Woo!"

A powerful horn sounded, and the Krieg cavalry rushed past.

The horses' hooves trampled the ground mixed with blood and mud. These warhorses were not ordinary horses, but killing machines created using genetic engineering.

The expeditionary force was on the march! The time for revenge was now!

As this solemn army passed by in silence, everyone present felt as if they were immersed in glacial water, feeling the cold murderous intent that penetrated deep into their bones.

After a brief discussion on the voice channel, the loyal Imperial warriors belonging to Guilliman joined in without hesitation and took part in the cleansing of demons.

Even the Eldar's Death Army followed after a brief hesitation. There was no need for them to do so, but for some reason, they still followed the expeditionary corps in silence.

Under the humans' murderous intent, the demons on the periphery were quickly defeated. The Primarch led the charge and broke through their defenses almost instantly.

Humanity's wrath soon met with resistance from Chaos Demons. The demons gathered from all directions like an attacked ant colony, hindering the Empire's advancement.

The Dreadnought Mechs poured out their firepower, venting their anger at the devils.

They remained loyal to the Empire, angry at heresy, and never backed down even when facing demons that outnumbered them several times over.

Krieg's methods were even more cruel and extreme. Every soldier was like cold, expendable data, using their warm bodies to inflict the greatest harm on the heretics.

Every soldier who charged was already strapped with hot melt bombs.

When the charge horn sounded, it was a one-way battle.

Even so, the soldiers of Krieg would not hesitate at all. This was a redemption full of honor to cleanse the sins of their ancestors.

The Astartes monks, wearing power armor, put up a tenacious resistance, fearlessly defending where the demons' attacks were most violent.

The warriors gathered in the name of the throne, fighting with the determination to sacrifice their lives. Their will had never wavered, and even if they died here, they would eventually reunite under the throne.

As the Primarch, Dukel was always at the forefront.

He destroyed the demons' defenses, tore through the heretics' lines, and marched straight forward, carving out a hideous and bloody path.

Fulgrim and Fateweaver hid among the groups of demons, launching fatal attacks on him from time to time.

However, the Primarch's keen intuition captured these deadly murderous intentions and eliminated them without a trace.

When Fulgrim launched an attack and tried to escape again, a squad of Grey Knights under the Regent Lord attacked from the flank. Even an entire squad of Grey Knights was no match for the ascended Primarch.

But they still resolutely chose to rush out and block Fulgrim's way.

"Look at these loyal Imperial warriors, Dukel. Look at them. You are undoubtedly leading them to death. All these tragedies are caused by you, my poor brother."

Unfortunately, the Grey Knights clearly underestimated the power of the Daemon Primarch. Fulgrim easily broke through their blockade and left fatal wounds on them.

After doing all this, the demon primarch put on an evil smile on his face, trying to shake Dukel's beliefs.

In the face of his ridicule, Dukel simply took out a broken sword—there used to be a demon in the sword that tempted Fulgrim to fall. Although the current sword was not that one, it was still inhabited by the demon and had been killed by him.

"Fulgrim, you fell with the sword, I will pursue the evil with the sword. One last fight for justice, one last hunt for the heart of evil, and the last ordeal of your life. Cut it off cleanly, my brother, and you will never do evil again."