Warhammer 40k : Starting as a Primarch

The interaction between the members of the Heart Network became active again.

Dukel silently peeked at the screen, and seeing the lively atmosphere, he couldn't help but feel relaxed.

Just then, a comment caught his attention.

"Great! The entry-level mind training technique has finally been updated. I have reached the third level of the subconscious mind. I was worrying about how to obtain the subsequent techniques before."

"The progress of cultivation is so fast? My learning ability is a little poor. I am only at the second level now. It seems that I need to change to a super brain to assist me first."

"I am only at the second level. With the help of the super brain, my subsequent practice should be much smoother."

Super brain assistance allows members of the Heart Network to temporarily use the computing power of the network to enhance their learning ability when they are practicing. This helps them speed up their practice.

Dukel raised an eyebrow. "Wow, they are all practicing so fast?"

Dukel usually didn't look through the memories of Heart Network members. He didn't have the time or interest to do so.

He hadn't expected that the mind cultivation method had only been available for a few days, and this group of Imperial warriors had already cultivated to the second level of subconsciousness.

But it makes sense when you think about it, he mused.

Living in a universe like Warhammer, those with fragile minds and wills would struggle to survive, let alone join an Imperial group.

Dukel had to admit at this time that he had underestimated the abilities of these Imperial warriors.

In this case, he decided, "Then I will derive a Heart Network feedback module. All the spiritual energy gained by the Heart Network members through their practice will be fed back to me through the network."

"As for the feedback value, let's set it at 1%."

One percent might seem like a small amount. Even during their practice, these members of the Heart Network would find it difficult to notice such a slight change. But considering the huge number of members in the Heart Network, the accumulated feedback energy would be significant.

Dukel used the computing power of the Heart Network to infer the feedback module. Soon, the results came out.

Dukel was surprised. He hadn't expected that the feedback module could be established so smoothly. But he quickly suppressed his joy.

As the Heart Network expanded, he felt it was still lacking a trading module.

If the trading space can be successfully constructed, allowing members of the Heart Network to transfer items across space at will, then the role that the network can play will definitely not be limited to what it currently achieves.

But it was just a thought at this stage.

Dukel tried to deduce it and found that if he wanted to teleport items across space, he could not avoid the subspace. He would need to establish a structure similar to the subspace webway.

This is no longer a problem that can be solved by computing power alone.

We must first carve out a safe territory in the subspace. Otherwise, who knows what strange things might appear during the transmission process?

There were enough daemons entrenched in the webway beneath the Emperor's Golden Throne to form a daemon army.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Efilar entered.

Perhaps her recent work comforting the wounded had diluted her battlefield aura. The elder Sister of Battle, with her white hair and silver armor, exuded holiness and nobility.

Her steps were firm, and her face showed an unfading devotion to the Emperor.

"The work of comforting the wounded has been basically completed. Is there anything else I need to do?"

When facing Dukel, Efilar's tone was as pious as ever. The elder Sister completely regarded the Primarch in front of her as the true spokesperson of the Emperor.

She firmly believed that Dukel had been sent by the Emperor to save humanity and the Imperium.

"Did you encounter any obstacles during the comfort process?"

"No, everything went well."

Hearing her answer, Dukel just nodded without comment.

"Now, come with me for a walk and tell me about the state religion," Dukel said, looking at the elder Sister before him.

Efilar appeared friendly enough when facing the public. However, as a combat nun, it was indeed a bit difficult for her to carry out tasks of appeasement.

"It would be my pleasure, Emperor's Child."

Faced with Dukel's request, Efilar had no reason to refuse. She felt extremely honored to follow the Primarch. Her body trembled slightly with excitement.

When Dukel walked out of the State Church Temple, he heard countless huge machines roaring. This world, devastated by the Chaos invasion, was healing its scars at an extremely fast speed.

A Second Holy Land, this world had been entirely dedicated to the Emperor's worship. Mile-high cathedrals and bell towers dominated the skyline, while streets were lined with thousands of statues of the Imperium's saints.

There was vitality on everyone's face. Surviving the war and witnessing the resurrection of the Holy Primarch were both events worth celebrating.

Dukel stood on a small airship, overlooking everything below, occasionally discussing matters concerning the state religion with Efilar.

Suddenly, a scream came from the alleys of the city.

Dukel frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the sound.

In the alley, a ragged little girl had been knocked to the ground by several thugs. One of them had already pulled out a dagger and seemed intent on killing her.

There was a glimmer of surprise in Dukel's eyes. It wasn't the brutality that surprised him. Instead, it was the extraordinary psychic talent he sensed in the girl.

Having psychic talent could make one a psyker capable of controlling all kinds of powers. But for the psyker themselves, this was far from a blessing.

The Imperium's attitude towards psykers was extremely harsh. Psychic testing was performed on every world regularly. Those with weaker psychic talents were trained to serve the Imperial Legion or turned into fuel for the Emperor's Golden Throne. Those with great talent were often executed to prevent catastrophe.

The instability of psykers was the primary issue. Every use of psionics brought the risk of corruption by the warp, often leading to madness or worse.

The little girl below had immense psychic talent. If left unchecked, she could cause a disaster. Because she was still young, she likely wasn't even aware of her power.

Dukel leapt from the airship, his tall frame landing with a thunderous impact that left two deep footprints in the ground. A height of thousands of meters was nothing to a Primarch.

With a slight wave of his hand, the knife-wielding thugs were blown back over ten meters, their fates uncertain.

This was him controlling his strength. Had Dukel used any more force, the mortals would have been reduced to pulp.

"Your Highness, the Primarch?"

The thugs, coughing blood, knelt on the ground, trembling and motionless. They were ordinary mortals, never imagining that a Primarch would descend upon them.

"Great Emperor's Son, this little girl is a heretic!" one stammered. "She is the daughter of a daemon and does not deserve any sympathy."

Dukel's piercing gaze silenced them.