Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Chapter 83 83, Guilliman rushed forward!

After becoming a demon, Fulgrim's attack posture became extremely graceful, and even the Slaanesh Dancers were inferior to his precautions.

The Keeper of Secrets followed and joined in the fraternal battle.

The Fateweaver was wandering around the periphery. It was well aware of the terror of the Loyalist Primarch. It was just looking for weaknesses and launched a series of vicious psychic spells.

Brothers are killing each other, demons are attacking, and the phoenix, once the pride of the empire, is now willing to fall in line with the demons.

The memory of No. 2 once again added a touch of disgust for demons to Duker's heart.

"Dukele, I'm curious about how you feel when you wake up and see the empire today? Mortals have fallen into ignorance for thousands of years. Even such an empire is still worthy of your loyalty. ?"

Fulgrim kept wandering around, using words to try to find out the flaws of the original body. There was a weird smile on his evil face, and the delicate swords in his hands kept attacking.

Dukel was always careful with his sword blade. The poison smeared on it was the real culprit that severely wounded Guilliman thousands of years ago. He was not sure whether the poison would have the same effect on him.

"Compared to the empire, I actually care more about another thing." Dukel waved his chain sword to block the attacks coming from all around.

"I heard that you did unspeakable things to your heirs. Is this true?"

"Fart, that's a rumor!" Fulgrim immediately retorted, but no matter how he explained, all he got in response was Dukel's ridicule.

His attacks began to lose their order. Although they became more ferocious, they lost their coordination with the devil.

After successfully angering Fulgrim, Durkor turned his attention to the Great Demon of Slaanesh, the Keeper of Secrets.

The body of this disgusting demon is like an ugly and weird beast, full of disgusting tentacles and fishy and greasy mucus.

It is surrounded by an intoxicating and hallucinogenic aroma, creating a supernatural and alluring appearance to cover up its true form.

As the Great Demon of Slaanesh, it has no gender distinction. Some human men and women will be deceived by its transformed appearance and be toyed with by it.

It will continue to stimulate the other party to pursue extreme pleasure again and again, from the simplest enjoyment to the final murder of each other. In the disgusting and bloody scenes, it will enjoy rare pleasure.

"I heard that your god was beaten by Khorne?"

Dukel once again questioned their souls, and this was not nonsense.

Slaanesh was once seduced by Tzeentch into a battle with Khorne, but not surprisingly, he was beaten violently.

This is known to only a handful of Slaanesh daemons, and the Keeper of Secrets happens to be one of them.

"Primarch, you are asking for death!"

The Keeper made an angry voice. This was the first time someone had spoken such blasphemous words in front of it.

But Dukel laughed.

His smile made the secret keeper even more angry, and with just two simple words, the two people besieging the original body lost their due calmness.

"Why are you so angry? I'm just telling the truth."

After the words fell, Duker, who saw the flaw between the two, knocked Fulgrim away with a punch, and then used the chain sword to cut a terrifying wound on the secret keeper.

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And high in the sky, a Khorne fleet suddenly arrived in the outer orbit of the dark world, preparing to carry out extermination bombing.

Since the Blood God's plan has failed, then the world should be destroyed along with it.

Just as they were preparing to implement this plan, in the dark and cold space, a fleet that could be called a work of art suddenly appeared, inserting into the Khorne fleet like a sharp knife.

It is not as brutal as the Imperial Navy. The killings of this fleet give people a sense of beautiful art.

They approached silently, and the Khorne fleet would not have been able to detect their arrival if they had not actively attacked and exposed their traces.

The brilliant light and dense artillery and missiles made the calm space lively once again.

Although no sound could be heard in space, the sudden light of the fire was enough to glimpse the blood and cruelty of space war.

The sudden appearance of the fleet quickly cleared a path with silent raids, forcing the Khorne fleet to give up its extermination bombing of the world.

Exquisite ships roamed among the Khorne fleet, and they blew up the giant Khorne ships one after another without warning.

This fleet, which is like a work of art, is the Eldar Death Army led by Efreni, the overlord who once ruled the galaxy.

And their arrival means——

Boom! ——

With the roar of tens of millions of engines, an extremely large fleet tore through the barrier between subspace and reality, and exposed the huge collision angle.

The original body and the demons who were still fighting on the ground all looked up to the sky at this moment.

The huge light will illuminate the entire world in darkness like daylight.

The Inner Fire and Macragge's Glory kept pace, taking the lead in revealing their huge figure from the warp passage.

Countless giant ships followed, surrounding the entire planet.

No matter where you stand in the world at this moment, you can clearly see the array of battleships suspended in the air, blocking out the sky and the sun.

"Looks like the game is over," Duker said with a smile.

The Keeper of Secrets and Fulgrim turned around and ran away without any hesitation, and the Fateweaver, who had been wandering in the distance, had long since disappeared.

The surrounding demon legions swarmed in at this moment, filling their vacancies and buying time for their departure.

Duker was just about to set off in pursuit.

suddenly,

"Your Highness Dukel!——"

High in the sky, Efilar jumped down from the giant ship. The dozens of meters of flame wings were fully unfolded. He fell from the high altitude like a bolide. In just a few blinks, he crashed into Duke's arms. middle.

The storm set off by the flames swept away all the surrounding demons, and no one survived.

Efilar's height does not exceed the range of mortals, only about 1.8 meters, which is nearly three times the height of the original body.

She fell into the primarch's arms at this moment, just like a little girl running towards her father.

"Okay, Efilar, I don't have time to act coquettishly for you now."

Duker slapped her on the shoulder.

Returning to the original body again, hearing these gentle words with his own ears completely calmed down Efilar's recently uneasy heart.

"Your Highness, what kind of suffering have you suffered in this world?"

Efilar looked at the cloak of the original body that was still dripping with blood, and said with distressed eyes.

"It's not that painful." Duker didn't care about this. He wanted to continue to say something.

But suddenly, he seemed to have seen an unbelievable scene, his eyes widened suddenly, and a sound like thunder burst out from his mouth,

"Guilliman! What are you doing!"

In the distance, I saw Guilliman wearing azure power armor, holding a giant sword burning with the Emperor's fire, and running towards Fulgrim and the Secret Keeper at this moment!

"Fulgrim, traitor, there is no escape for you!"

Guilliman roared angrily, and his movements were so fast that even the Space Marines could not see clearly for a moment.

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