Warhammer 40k : Starting as a Primarch

"This is not a betrayal of the Imperium of Man."

Dukel's piercing gaze swept over the hesitant figures before him.

"After awakening from millennia of dormancy, I find this empire is no longer the one I once knew. Its former glory is gone. Compromise may bring temporary peace, but it increasingly defies the Emperor's will."

Humanity once had a chance for redemption, but that opportunity was dismantled by the manipulations of the Chaos Gods.

The galaxy had become their twisted playground, where countless beings languished in unending torment.

The Emperor, who had once guided humanity with boundless love, now sat immobile, an incorruptible but silent mummy. The Empire, stripped of its hope, was teetering on the edge of oblivion.

If the current status quo continued, it would inevitably lead to a tragic end.

Ten thousand years of chaos and endless negative emotions surging through the Warp had immeasurably strengthened the power of Chaos. In this grim 41st millennium, the final war loomed on the horizon, promising universal destruction.

Dukel, armed with a vast perspective spanning all history, an impossibly powerful Primarch body, and the assistance of the Heart Network system, resolved to deliver a second salvation—a new hope for humanity.

But his enemies were legion: the Four Gods of Chaos, the relentless Tyranids, the green-skinned Orks, shadowy heretics, and an endless tide of alien threats.

The Empire's fragmented power could only guarantee one thing: a slow, decaying march toward destruction.

Gone were the days of mighty interstellar legions and twenty united Primarchs writing an epic of glory.

In this dark age, even the barrier between reality and the Warp had grown perilously thin. Chaos could strike any world at any moment, plunging it into despair.

To make matters worse, bloated bureaucracies and corrupt factions had entrenched themselves across ancient galactic families.

The enemies Dukel now faced were infinitely more terrifying than those of the Great Crusade era.

Time was a luxury he didn't have. His only option was to unite all forces that could be rallied—and to do so with lightning speed.

Dukel knew well that his dramatic return and the ripples it had caused in the Warp had already drawn the attention of the Four Gods and their Dark Lords. Sinister schemes were already unfolding, ready to ensnare or destroy him.

With unyielding determination burning in his eyes, Dukel scanned the planetary governors who still wavered before him. His gaze was like a blazing fire, impossible to ignore.

"I am willing to serve you, Your Majesty," one of them finally declared, breaking the silence.

"I will join you as well," another added.

"And me."

One by one, the planetary governors stepped forward, pledging their loyalty to Dukel.

Under the subtle influence of his psychic energy, their initial doubts were swept away.

"You are welcome to join my council," Dukel said, his tone warm but resolute.

"Together, we will rescue the Imperium from the brink of despair."

The room was abuzz with newfound conviction. Dukel's spiritual presence had left no room for hesitation.

Even those who had doubted him moments before now felt shame for their earlier misgivings.

"We will do as you command, Your Majesty Dukel. Please allow us to be part of your council."

"Yes, we are ready to follow you!"

"And I, too, pledge my loyalty."

Dukel acknowledged their oaths with a curt nod. His demeanor shifted when he turned to those governors who had been slow to step forward.

His cold, detached expression made it clear that their hesitation had not gone unnoticed.

Even with the aid of psychic influence, these individuals still harbored doubts. Dukel could see it in their eyes: these were men and women whose loyalty was not to the Imperium but to their own selfish ambitions.

Still, their presence at the meeting earned them a reprieve. For now.

Those governors who had refused to attend at all had already been condemned in Dukel's mind. Their judgment would come.

Dukel chose not to disrupt the current positions of the governors who had joined the council.

Rapid changes to planetary leadership could create chaos and upheaval, something Dukel could ill afford during such a precarious time.

"Everyone, the most pressing matter is the cultivation of talent across the Empire," Dukel said, his tone firm but inspiring.

"Faith will shield humanity from the corruption of the Warp. Knowledge will help us rebuild the Empire's glory from its ruins."

He looked around the room, ensuring each governor understood the weight of his words.

"This is of paramount importance. I will work with the Ecclesiarchy to formulate a detailed plan. Once the decree is issued, I expect it to be executed without delay."

The disparity among the Imperium's countless worlds was staggering. Some had achieved cyberpunk-era technological sophistication, while others still clung to primitive tribal societies.

During the Great Crusade, planetary systems had been allowed to maintain their existing structures as long as they paid tribute to the Imperium.

Dukel, however, intended to change that. With the Heart Network at his command, he could unify all of humanity into a cohesive whole bound by faith and purpose.

His plan was to evenly distribute faith and knowledge across every world, erasing outdated systems that hindered progress.

Starting with Ophelia VII, he would gradually extend his influence across the Storm Star Field, transforming it into a stable rear base. From there, he would launch a galaxy-wide campaign to eradicate heresy and implement his policies.

The Heart Network's instant communication capabilities would ensure that every corner of the galaxy followed his vision.

All worlds must embrace absolute loyalty to humanity. Only through unity could mankind hope to resist the Warp and its dark gods.

Taran, an elderly oracle priest with snow-white hair, raised a concern.

"If the decree is enforced too harshly, it could spark widespread rebellion. How do you intend to address this?"

Dukel's gaze settled on the old man, his expression unreadable.

Was this priest naïve, or simply feigning ignorance?

"Rebellion?" Dukel said, his voice icy. "My guards will 'persuade' them."

He allowed the weight of his words to hang in the air.

"Rest assured, the loyalty of my most faithful warriors will be enough to extinguish any rebellion. Just carry out my orders."

As Dukel spoke, Sister Efilar worked tirelessly to comfort the wounded and spread the seeds of faith among the soldiers and citizens. The Heart Network's influence grew exponentially, drawing more and more people into its fold.

Any whispers of dissent would be swiftly dealt with.

Through the Heart Network, warriors blessed with its enhancements would make short work of heretics. They would remind all who opposed humanity's salvation that the firepower of a melta gun burned hotter than their misguided defiance.

With the Heart Network's real-time communication, Dukel's dominion would become unshakable.

The galaxy would soon learn who held the reins of power.