Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The Khorne believers, the traitors of the Empire, the World Eaters, occupy this lost world.

The demons took off the heads of human warriors and piled them up on the ruins of the city.

The smelly blood soaked every inch of the world, and the cruelty spread to every corner.

In order to please their gods, they can do more than just atrocities.

They built a huge arena, and the captured Space Marines were the best toys.

The sacred duel was a sacrifice to the blood god.

These captured Space Marines will take off their power armor and fight a one-on-one life-and-death duel with Chaos Warriors in the arena in the form of physical confrontation.

A Space Marine who killed six human traitors in a duel was knocked down by a punch, and the Chaos Warrior's sharp blade cut off his head.

In an instant, the Khorne believers who were watching burst into excited roars.

And when the head of the human traitor was cut off by the Space Marine.

Such cheers will also ring out.

The followers of the Blood God never care whose blood is shed or whose head is sacrificed.

This is an endless war.

No Khorne believer can refuse such a carnival.

New human soldiers are pushed onto the arena, and a new battle will begin.

The old soldier, who was nailed to the wall and only had a broken body left, witnessed all this happening and roared with extreme anger, watching his former comrades and brothers die one by one, and the chains that pierced his body were pulled and clattered.

But they could only watch all this happen, but they could do nothing.

Loyal soldiers should not become toys to please the evil god.

But now all hope has disappeared.

Under the isolation of the subspace storm, they can't get any support.

The powerless roar of the Space Marines can only serve as the soundtrack in the arena.

This world is destined to become a paradise of chaos, and they will die with their last loyalty to the Empire.

Just when everything seems irreversible.

Suddenly, a violent explosion sounded, breaking the atmosphere of the carnival.

In the outer orbit, a Chaos warship was suddenly attacked, slowly falling, and finally exploded into a ball of sparks in the void.

When the flames dissipated, only the densely packed Imperial fleet was seen floating in the endless sky of this world.

The old soldier who was nailed to the fortress wall by the Khorne believers looked at the suddenly appeared Imperial fleet in astonishment.

Everything was so unreal, even in his dreams, he had never dreamed of such a scene.

They had long been desperate, but now, unexpectedly, they waited for the support of the Imperial fleet.

Thousands of airdrops, like countless fire meteors, dragged long tails, and finally hit the ground with a loud roar.

Thunderbird fighters flew over, the sound of guns and cannons roared, and the scorching barrels were used to vent the anger of mankind to the Chaos forces in the fortress.

It can be said that the ammunition was washed violently, and countless demons were blown into the sky in the roar of the explosion.

Flames and bullets covered the enemies in large numbers, catching the believers of Khorne off guard.

A team of combat sisters wearing silver-white standard power armor came to the fortress.

The grenade launchers in their hands poured flames. Everything that happened in the Nanlis system ignited the anger of the loyalists. No human warrior could tolerate their compatriots and brothers being tortured like this.

Soon, the demons outside the Iron Fortress were cleared out.

The mechanical priests who were thrown into chaos were trampled into a pile of scrap iron mixed with flesh and blood by the angry Space Marines.

The Astra Militarum, which arrived later, released the old soldier who was nailed to the wall with only the remains of his body.

These soldiers who should have been sent for emergency treatment now asked to enter the dreadnought mecha and fight side by side with others.

"Which regiment are you from? The reaction speed of the Imperial Ministry of the Interior is so fast this time?"

An old soldier who was put into the dreadnought mecha used the communicator in the mecha to replace the tongue that was cut off.

From now on, this dreadnought will be his closest comrade and his final coffin. He will spend the rest of his life in this mecha until his death.

But he didn't care about it, but asked about other things.

After the Apostasy, the Space Marines were very desperate about the efficiency of the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Those bloated institutions, holding huge power, but the low operating efficiency will make all the worlds deeply trapped in the war feel despair from the heart.

"Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs? Of course not, we are following the great Primarch."

There was a strong sense of pride in the tone of the Astra Militarum. It was a supreme honor for him to follow the footsteps of the Holy Primarch.

"Primarch? The legends left by the Primarch have long been no longer circulated in the Empire. Which prince are you following?"

"Which prince revived in this endless darkness and took on the responsibility of saving the Empire?"

Even if they were put into the dreadnought, they could clearly feel the excitement of these veterans.

In this dark age, what could be more exciting than the return of the Primarch?

"The Emperor's second son, His Highness Dukel. The expedition of the Dark Ages has begun. Under the leadership of the Primarch, we will surely regain the glory of the human empire." The voice of the Astra Militarum soldier was sonorous and powerful, and the firm belief infected these interstellar veterans almost instantly.

"Where is that His Highness? I want to see him with my own eyes!" the interstellar veteran said excitedly.

"Uh", the Astra Militarum scratched his head, his empty eyes seemed to be checking the information inside the Heart Network, and then said with some uncertainty,

"His Royal Highness Duker, it seems that he has gone to the depths of the Chaos forces to personally carry out the task of cutting off the aftermath."

"Deep? You mean Hisoka Fortress?! There are thousands of World Eater Chaos Warriors there. How many troops did His Highness bring there?"

"Just be alone."

At this moment, the Astra Militarum seemed a little confused and said very unconfidently.

Another battlefield.

"Kill these heretics!"

"careful!"

"Retreat quickly!"

A chase unfolds in the ruins of cities in this world.

The Space Marines were breathing heavily, and their power armor was covered with wounds and bloodstains. They looked at the Khorne Daemon chasing behind them, with strong resentment surging in their eyes.

These damn heretics!

If it weren't for the complex terrain in the ruins of the city, they would have been wiped out long ago.

The leading Space Marine captain coughed violently, his lungs were pierced by demon bullets, and his voice had a murmur like air leakage, "Brothers, soldiers, reinforcements have arrived, hold on! "

"Buy some time for the injured brothers, so we can retreat."

After hearing the words, hope flashed in the eyes of all the Space Marines. Looking at the Khorne demons chasing behind them, they picked up the guns in their hands and were about to fight back.

right!

Hold on a little longer!

Despair has passed, reinforcements have arrived!

As long as they buy enough time for their injured brother, they can.

"boom!--"

At this moment, a huge roar sounded near them, the city's roads collapsed, gravel flew everywhere, and huge smoke and dust rose into the air.

"Well, we're here."

A voice rang out from the smoke and dust, and its calm tone seemed very abrupt in this chaotic battlefield.

Dukel stood on the battlefield with a smile on his face.

In order to share the pressure of the legion, as the original body, he took the initiative to undertake the most arduous task of cutting off the rear.

As for how to carry out this mission, he already had a plan in mind.

The so-called most perfect ending,

Of course, kill all the pursuers!

"I am the reinforcement, warriors, leave this place to me!" Duker shouted towards the Space Marines.