2nd Primarch

Amid the anxious cries of the loyal warriors, the Psychic Guard, Efilar, and even the Grey Knights of the Regent Legion all stood before the Primarch without hesitation.

Unfortunately, even Efilar, who displayed the attitude of a living saint, was no match for Fulgrim. Moreover, under the joint attack of many great daemons, she was quickly blasted away by a vicious psychic spell from the Weaver.

Efilar was thrown hundreds of meters away, her body mostly condensed into a crystal-like structure. Under the protection of her mental force field, this was not fatal, but she would not be able to rejoin the battlefield in the immediate future.

The gap between mortals and demigods was immense, and Fulgrim was a leader among the demigod Primarchs. Only the living saints, blessed by Dukel and further enhanced, could hold their own against him for a short time. Whether it was the Heart Guardians or the Grey Knights, none could stop the demon Primarch.

What's more, the great daemon Skarbrand and the Weaver of Fate offered their protection.

In just a moment, Fulgrim rushed in front of Dukel.

At this time, the Primarch had not yet awakened from Khorne's spiritual realm.

The surrounding Psychic Guards, Space Marines, and even Astra Militarum and Krieg forces rushed forward.

With the resolve to die, they filled the path of the Demon Primarch with their flesh and blood.

But they could not stop him. Fulgrim swung the poison-coated sword in his hand and slashed directly at Dukel's neck!

"Your Highness!!!" Not far away, Efilar, whose body was mostly crystallized, swung her wings behind her but couldn't cover the short distance in time. The calm nun couldn't help but let out a hoarse cry.

The counterattack of the Empire's loyalists became more frantic, but the crazier they fought, the more desperate they became.

They could foresee that the loss of the two Primarchs would extinguish the faint flame of hope that had just been ignited in the Empire.

But in this moment of despair...

"Buzz!——"

A buzzing sound echoed as Dukel, who had completely lost consciousness, suddenly swung the chainsaw sword in his hand.

A blood-red slash passed by, and with a scream from Fulgrim, one of his arms was cleaved off. The fire of his mind, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, greedily licked his wound, and as he screamed, another punch knocked him to the ground.

Finally, Dukel grabbed Fulgrim's slender snake tail, lifted the demon Primarch high, and then suddenly smashed him down onto his knees!

"Crack!"

A large number of spinal bones shattered with a sharp crack. The eerie bone spurs even pierced the flesh and blood of the demon Primarch, protruding into the air.

This blow not only shattered Fulgrim's spine but nearly destroyed all his bones.

Fulgrim lay on the ground, twisting his strange, beautiful body in futile attempts to move—he had completely lost the ability to act.

"How could this be? So that's it." He lay on the ground, muttering to himself. At this moment, he had resolved the doubts that had lingered in his mind.

No wonder, even though Dukel had been clearly trapped in the illusion caused by the incense mixed by Slaanesh himself, he had still been able to kill all the succubi.

——It turns out that despite his brother having no conscious awareness, his body instinctively fought under the guidance of his intuition.

"Hahahaha, Fulgrim, you just realized it now? My brother, didn't I remind you a long time ago?" Magnus, who was hanging on Dukel's waist, laughed heartily at this moment.

"Fulgrim, you've once again been blinded by your own pride. Brother, every time I thought your arrogance had done you enough harm, the next time we met, you'd show me just how much worse you could be."

"Look at you now, my proud Phoenix. What happened to you? Why are you lying on the ground like a dead snake? I can't imagine what you'll become when we meet next time."

Magnus mocked his brother mercilessly—this was almost like returning the mockery that Fulgrim had once thrown at him.

"puff!--"

Fulgrim could no longer maintain his dignity. Blood rushed from his throat, spurting out as his eyes rolled back. He fainted from anger.

"Huh? Fulgrim? How did he become like this?" Duke's voice suddenly broke through.

The spiritual world constructed by Khorne does not flow in the same way as time in the physical universe. After the Primarch returned, he checked the time. Though he had fought bloody battles in the yellow sands for countless years, only twenty-two minutes had passed since his consciousness had been extracted.

Upon regaining consciousness, he saw the Demon Primarch unconscious on the ground, blood spurting from his mouth.

"Who knows? Maybe I was just too stupid to realize it," Magnus responded with a pout.

"What did he do? Is he even dumber than you?" Duke asked curiously.

"Hmph!" Magnus knew it would be difficult to gain any advantage in a verbal battle with the other. The smart Crimson King chose not to speak further. He simply snorted and muttered, "I won't bother with you."

Seeing this, Duke felt bored.

As the conversation continued, he didn't stop his movements, rushing straight toward the Fate Weaver on the battlefield—he couldn't spare any attention for the unconscious Fulgrim.

The moment he regained consciousness, Dukel realized the Weaver of Fate was accumulating an enormous amount of subspace energy.

——This Lord of Change seemed to want to use this powerful psychic spell to tear the warp barrier and escape back into the Warp.

Dukel could not allow that. The Weaver still carried the hope of rescuing Guilliman. If he missed this opportunity, no one could predict when they would encounter the Fate Weaver again.

But it seemed to be too late.

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This great daemon, resembling the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle, had accumulated psychic magic before Dukel had woken.

Now, no matter how fast the Primarch was, he could not prevent the opponent from escaping.

Just as Duke's heart began to calm.

"Roar!"

An angry war cry rang out not far from the Fate Weaver.

Skarbrand, the Great Daemon of Khorne, who had always drawn the most fire from loyal warriors due to his enormous size, seemed to have a change of mind—perhaps he had been instructed by the Blood God.

After all, the Blood God might have been tricked by Tzeentch, so it's hard to say if he wasn't waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.

In any case, this Khorne Daemon suddenly abandoned his attack on the Imperial line. He leaped high and slammed toward the Fate Weaver with a powerful leap!

"Boom!"

The psychic spell the Fate Weaver had been accumulating for so long was instantly detonated. The violent psychic backlash sent both daemons flying!

As Dukel watched the Fate Weaver and Skarbrand being blown away, a smile of relief crossed his face.

——"Thank you, Skarbrand."

Unfortunately, the great daemon would never hear these words. His body was gravely injured by the psychic blast, and as he landed, he was consumed by the firepower of the Empire's loyal soldiers and dispersed back into the Warp.

Dukel, however, did not hesitate and chased straight toward the injured Fate Weaver.