2nd Primarch

The warrior threw away the vampire's ugly, shrunken head, carelessly discarding it like trash.

He glanced at the chainsword in his hand, which was almost the same model as the one in the Primarch's hand, and a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

Then he turned around and met the Primarch's delighted eyes.

For some reason, this fearless warrior suddenly became timid the moment he looked into the eyes of the Primarch.

He walked out of the underground experimental site carefully. The moment he stepped out of the metal door, a warm and friendly feeling arose in his heart. At the same time, the genes in his body were frantically reminding him,

He, that is your genetic father, your father, he is there, not far from you.

The warrior walked with mixed feelings. He reflected on his actions just now and recalled the look Dukel had given him. He wasn't sure whether his performance had satisfied the other party, nor was he sure if his genetic father would be happy to accept him.

He even glanced nervously at the chainsaw sword in his hand. He was a little worried that using a chainsaw sword similar to the other party's might make the other party unhappy.

But no matter how hesitant he was, he still walked toward the Primarch. When he turned the last corner, he could clearly see the tall figure.

The other party was so tall and powerful.

Even though he had been transformed into a Primaris Space Marine, his height of over two meters six was still not as high as the opponent's chest, and he was almost twice as tall as the Primarch.

The moment he saw the other person, his chaotic heart suddenly calmed down.

The warrior walked in front of the Primarch with firm and powerful steps. His burly body seemed like a mountain as he knelt on one knee.

"Can I call you 'Father', the great gene-father?"

"Of course, my son. You can take care of me in my old age if you want." Dukel was also amused by his behavior. He was already in a happy mood and made a rare joke.

He walked up and patted the other person's shoulder. A dull and loud sound echoed as his palm continued to exert force. Dukel's face showed a hint of surprise.

The strength he exerted at this moment was enough to kill those weaker demons, but his first offspring remained as still as a mountain.

"You are so strong and powerful. What should I call you? Should I continue to use the number, Political Commissar No. 22? Or should I give you a new name?"

After hearing Dukel's question, Political Commissar No. 22 suddenly raised his head. Although he did not speak, his eyes were flashing with excitement and joy that anyone could see.

As a former Krieg soldier, he had no name, only a number on a nameplate. He was born under Krieg's militarized management and had never even seen his biological father.

But now, his life had started again, and he naturally hoped that the great existence before him could give him a name full of meaning, like a real father.

"Hmm." Dukel naturally saw through his heart. He lowered his head and thought about what name he should give him.

Then he slowly spoke,

"I once heard of the name of a warrior in a certain world. That warrior broke into the demon's lair alone, destroying everything wantonly, making the demons who had never known fear terrified."

"And that warrior is called Doom. This is not just a name symbol, but also a heritage of belief."

"My son, I hope you can continue the faith of this great warrior through this name, and once again strike fear into the hearts of the demons who have never known fear."

"I will not let you down, father!" Political Commissar No. 22—should I now call him Dumu?—had tears in his eyes, and his body and mind were filled with great joy.

In the culture of the empire, bestowing the name of a great hero or warrior on one's offspring is a sign of respect and expectation.

Only children who are favored at home can receive such treatment.

The names of each Primarch of the Empire come from ancient mythology.

Even Dukel's name comes from the angel who controls life beside God.

Doom never thought he would be able to receive such an honor.

He was so excited for a moment, but Dukel didn't stop talking. He continued,

"My son, your wings are now full and strong enough to soar freely over the vast sea of stars. Your power is so great that it will make you invincible."

"Even my blessing cannot give you greater power. But I still have something I want to give you."

As he spoke, Dukel extended his hand to Shivara, who was standing beside him.

"Give it to me."

"Ah? What?" The captain of the Psychic Guard was still immersed in the father-son relationship of the Primarch and was moved. Unexpectedly, Dukel suddenly stretched out his big hand toward her, which startled her.

"The doll you made, I know it's on you," Dukel said.

"Your Highness, you actually knew that?!" Shivara was shocked at first, then pursed her lips, reluctant to take out the doll she carried with her.

"Okay, I'll follow your wishes, Your Highness."

After taking the doll, even Dukel couldn't help but gasp. "Wow, this doll is 90% similar to me."

It's true that the higher the position, the bolder one becomes.

Dukel looked deeply at his guard captain, then handed the doll to Doom.

"This is..." Looking at the delicate doll, which was only about ten centimeters in size and lying in his hand, Doom looked confused and didn't understand its meaning.

Then he gripped the chainsaw sword in his hand and looked at Shivara beside him.

——Did father mean that I should show mercy to the nun?

Thinking of this, his body tensed up, and he would jump up in an instant with just one look from his father, ready to cut the nun into pieces for making such a blasphemous doll and tarnishing the image of the original master.

But it was obvious that he had misunderstood Dukel's meaning. The Primarch continued speaking,

"My son, you are the blade of humanity, the weapon that destroys all evil. You walk in the flames of war, and you strike at the anvil of strife."

"You are the Imperial Guardian, but you are also my beloved son."

Dukel patted his shoulder and said,

"I never doubt your ability, nor do I worry about your will, but I hope you will——"

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"Even if you are at war, don't forget to take care of yourself."

"Even if you kill, don't forget your original intention."

"Destroy the evil leaders of all enemies, but do not destroy the original nature of human beings."

"You should be like Shivara and the nuns. You should have your own life, interests, and hobbies besides fighting, instead of using yourself as a tool for killing."

Dukel talked with his offspring until late, then returned to the mechanical workshop and, together with Gris, recorded all the parameters of the experiment.

The surgical transformation was still ongoing and going much more smoothly than originally anticipated.

Perhaps it was because every soldier who underwent the surgical transformation had the technology of biomagnetic field of 50,000 horsepower, and there had been no record of any death since the surgery.

Even if the operation fails, the patient can still survive. Apart from being weak and needing rest, there is no danger to his life.

He was delighted with the result.

But this does not mean he could produce unlimited Primaris Second Legion warriors.

The reason the soldiers of the Second Legion are so powerful, in addition to their enhanced technology, is because they have the assistance of the mind network.

Each warrior is equivalent to a subset of the HeartNet core, and they all have weakened versions of the original's abilities.

In order to prevent them from falling into a state of loss of control like the Second Primarch, each Second Legion Space Marine needs at least one thousand Heart Network members to share the negative emotional erosion they suffer when absorbing faith.

Currently, the number of people in the Heart Network is only close to 500,000.

In other words, even if the operation went smoothly, Dukel could only produce nearly 500 Second Legion soldiers in the short term.

Fortunately, as the number of Heart Network members gradually increases, the number of places in the Second Legion will also increase accordingly.

"It seems that I need to participate in the celebration that Guilliman mentioned," Dukel thought silently.

When he was on Ophelia 7, he also held similar celebrations. Every time he showed up at the celebration, the number of Heart Network members would surge for a period of time.

I wonder how Guilliman is preparing?

Thinking of this, Dukel went directly to the Regent's office.

He planned to ask about the preparations for the celebration.

But when he pushed open the door, he saw his brother, the great regent, the monarch of the Five Hundred Worlds, lying under the table, doing something unknown.

But judging by his ferocious expression, he was trying very hard at this moment.

This strange behavior made Dukel laugh. He smiled and asked,

"Brother, am I here at the wrong time?"