Chapter 1 1. Loyalty!

The 41st millennium of the human empire.

Ophelia VII is a world with rich connotations. It is a combination of the bishop world and the temple world.

It is also a forging planet with tens of billions of permanent and floating populations.

It is the location of the Holy Land Monastery of the Ecclesiastic Sisters. For those devout Ecclesiastic believers, this planet is the second holy land, second only to Terra itself in sanctity.

But now.

Countless warp demons and chaos warbands rushed into this world called the second holy land.

Abaddon, the Chosen One of the Four Gods, launched thirteen great expeditions, and the Cartier Fortress that contained the Eye of Terror had long since become a paradise of chaos.

The era of human civilization's decline can no longer be stopped, and the curse marks tear the entire galaxy apart.

The Old Dark Ones and the demon army, like an endless tide, burst out from the cracks.

No inch of land can escape the fate of destruction.

Countless worlds were destroyed, countless warriors were wailing, demons and chaos heirs were rampant and tortured, and all places under the starlight were crying and wailing.

The eternal dark night will cover everything.

The war tore the stars apart and destroyed everything familiar to humans.

Some psychics with foresight had already fallen into madness and despair before everything happened. In the near future, there will be no place for humans in the vast galaxy.

Everyone will become a prop for the evil god to destroy and play with. Everyone

But at this moment.

The all-encompassing long river of fate, but at this moment, ripples appeared.

"Quick, rush in!"

"Warmaster Abaddon ordered that this planet must be destroyed!"

The fallen war gang and the chaos demons launched a crazy general attack on the holy land, trying to completely destroy this world and bury all the truth about the great figures in this world.

The sound of fighting echoed in the temple.

After continuous fighting, the battle losses of the battle sisters have reached nearly 40%, and they have been completely forced into a desperate situation. The endless killing squeezed the last war potential of these sisters.

The white-haired elder sister holding the giant cannon was already covered in wounds, and her silver-white power armor was stained black and red by blood.

The horrible wounds were filled with hot blood.

The battle sisters standing next to her were completely disintegrated under the bombardment of plasma cannons and explosive bombs.

Efilar held the giant cannon, one eye was bleeding, and she was still silently chanting the name of the Emperor in her heart.

"For the Emperor!"

Either praise the Emperor or load the bullet.

The battle sisters never fear life and death.

With her roar, the majestic psychic vibrations exploded and swept around.

That was the blessing of the Emperor. Under this powerful ability, countless demons were blown away, but soon new Chaos Demons and Fallen Space Marines rushed up.

The chainsaw sword in her hand chopped up the traitor of humanity in front of her.

The silver-white power armor and the blasting hot melt cannon made her particularly conspicuous on this battlefield and became the target of siege.

With a swoosh, a battle nun was cut in half by a giant blade in front of her, and blood and internal organs were splattered on the ground like nothing.

She was furious, and she became more and more crazy as she watched her sisters fall one by one.

Efilar turned her head and looked at the depths of the hall, where the mechanical priest was still muttering to himself and operating the complicated machinery in front of him next to the static force field.

"Is there really no way out?"

The priest's mechanically transformed cold heart could not help but surge with a trace of despair and unwillingness at this moment.

For tens of thousands of years, they tried day after day to wake up the great emperor's descendants and the sacred primarch from the loss of control, but their hope was completely shattered today.

When chaos gradually gained the upper hand and the loyalists gradually fell into defeat.

"Ding!——"

The crisp sound of the big bell rang, and the infinite circuits wrote the sacred runes together.

The machine box trembled with a buzzing sound, and the dome slowly unfolded like a huge lotus.

The majestic body sitting on the throne appeared in the world again.

In front of countless Chaos Demons and Fallen Warriors pouring into the temple, Dukel slowly opened his eyes.

His cold eyes, filled with endless murderous intent, burned fiercely in the temple like a flame.

He did nothing, but opened his eyes, which made the exhausted Sisters of Battle full of fighting spirit again.

His body, which had been sealed on the throne and became thin after sitting for more than ten thousand years, has now recovered into a warrior with infinite power.

With a strong disdain in his eyes, he looked at the descendants of demons and the betrayed warriors.

He was the second son whose files were deleted by the Emperor and forgotten by everyone, as if he had never existed.

The Primarch of the Second Legion, Dukel.

A demigod Primarch who inherited bravery, martial arts, and fighting will from the Almighty Emperor.

The temple became extremely quiet at this moment.

It formed a strong contrast with the roaring sound of war outside, which was extremely weird.

The strong oppression in his eyes alone was enough to make the crazy and chaotic demons tremble and keep a rare silence.

Even though this great existence has disappeared for tens of thousands of years, even though all the truth about him has been perfectly buried in history.

But this figure sitting on the throne still makes them extremely frightened.

And all this silence.

Continued until a Khorne berserker with bone spurs all over his body arrived.

Under the shocked gaze of the demons, the arrogant warrior jumped up and chopped the throne with the battle axe in his hand.

Facing the aggressive Khorne berserker.

Duker just waved his hand casually.

As if the creature that struck him was not a fearsome cultist of Khorne, but just some annoying flying insect.

The Khorne Berserker was sent flying by this slap, and his figure turned into a stream of light and instantly spanned half of the hall. He fell heavily on the wall and became a corpse.

The roar of the body falling to the ground broke the spell of silence.

Accompanied by roars full of evil and madness.

Countless demon cubs could no longer suppress the impulse in their hearts and charged towards Dukel.

They were so overwhelmed by fear and anger that they completely forgot about the distance between them.

They actually tried to kill the newly awakened Primarch.

But at this moment, the Battle Sisters and the Space Marines from other legions burst out with high fighting spirit.

The Primarch was the Emperor's gift to all mankind.

No blasphemy allowed.

War breaks out again.

But Dukel, who was sitting high on the throne, had confusion in his eyes at this moment.

The soul of the Primarch of the Second Legion was finally lost in madness and loss of control. The one who now occupies and uses this god-like body is a soul from a foreign land.

He comes from the earth, but he is not the Terra of this world.

Complex memories washed over his consciousness like a flood. Duker looked shocked, but he quickly calmed down.

No one noticed anything unusual about him.

"If this is discovered, will those lunatic inquisitions burn me too?!"

Dukel, who was familiar with the entire history, felt indescribable at this time.

Just when he was thinking wildly, his expression suddenly turned solemn.

Because he sensed that an extremely powerful spiritual energy was coming, and it seemed that his awakening had alarmed some great existence.

Duker quickly thought silently in his heart,

"Afraid of a hammer, my soul has been wandering in the 3K era of another world for half my life. The Emperor never abandons me and wants to be my adoptive father. My body is the great Primarch. Although the Emperor doesn't say it with his mouth, in his heart Still loved."

Dukel performed urgent self-hypnosis on himself.

To sum it up: "Loyalty!"

Just to be safe, the author is a bit of a cloud hammer. He came into the pit from shooting and blasting, and he only read a rough outline of the original work.

Because I entered the pit from Shuangyou, no matter what other people told me later about how dark the Warhammer world view is and how desperate human beings are, all I could think about was pictures and pictures.

It can't be changed.

It took me several months to understand the original work in Shuangyouli Tutu. It is really difficult for me to maintain my awe of the devil.

The tone of this book is also mainly about comfort. I am not very good at exaggerating the feeling of despair, and there is a high probability that I will not use the knife.

Moreover, there are too many inconsistencies in the Warhammer worldview. I checked the information while writing and tried to restore it as much as possible.

If there are any errors or omissions, please stick to the settings of this book and treat it as a second creation.

I write a piece of music for everyone to watch.

Be patient.