Chapter 155 155, Even if I Want to Kill the Emperor, I Am Loyal! (End of This Volume)

Chapter 155 155, Even if I want to kill the Emperor, I am loyal! (End of this volume)

--"We uphold the enterprising spirit of mankind, expand the territory with courage, and incorporate all the stars in the night sky into the territory of the empire. Long live His Majesty! Long live the Supreme War Marshal! May our country last forever!"

When Dukel's will was invested in the spiritual world of Caliban leaves, he heard the shouts of countless humans, the wills of hundreds of millions of compatriots gathered into an ocean, the flag of the Sky Eagle fluttered in the light of the stars, and the engines of tens of millions of warships roared at the same time.

That day, the greatest fleet in the galaxy set off.

"Amazing fleet!"

Dukel watched the fleet set off and couldn't help but exclaimed.

The human hymn is a hymn of courage.

The reason for his admiration was not whether this fleet was strong or not, but the courage and faith shown by this fleet, their yearning for the dark stars, and their ambitions. They are far from what the current empire can compare to.

At the forefront of the fleet, Dukel saw a cold-looking young man standing there, wearing heavy armor, with bright eyes, his cloak fluttering in the wind, and his body standing tall and straight. It was a figure he was very familiar with - the current Dukel, the former second Primarch of the Empire.

That was, himself.

"So I am really the Warmaster."

Although he had guessed it in his heart before, he was still surprised when he saw it with his own eyes.

Dukel's will was immersed in this spiritual world, finding the missing part of his memory and exploring the truth of ten thousand years ago.

He saw this great fleet singing and marching forward in the crisis-ridden galaxy, stepping on the bright stars one by one. The territory of the empire became larger and larger, and the fate of the human race became stronger.

Until Randan——

"The Warmaster is crazy. He actually claimed that the Emperor is the biggest disaster for mankind. This is ridiculous. No, no, maybe I am just crazy? I hope so."

"We had no choice but to clash with the Warmaster. We were defeated, but we did not gain nothing in this failed war. We captured an alien. Randan's alien. The Warmaster should have been influenced by this alien. How can we save all this?"

"The Randan alien may not be worth mentioning, but this time the enemy of the imperial soldiers is the supreme warmaster they swear to follow!"

The huge human army was divided, and lines of defense were established by the imperial soldiers to resist the charge of the former warmaster.

Leon appeared at the forefront of the front line, like an angry lion, with bloodshot eyes, "Duke, this is betrayal!"

The veins on the forehead of the second Primarch jumped, and he knocked down the lion in the battle, and said firmly, "For the survival of mankind!"

Duke saw the second Primarch in the spiritual realm, and became more and more silent after frequent mental exchanges with the Randan alien.

"I really didn't expect that the biggest enemy of the Randan War that made the Empire so afraid was the second son of the Emperor."

The Warmaster of the Empire launched a rebellion again. Duke felt great irony, but also felt that this was reasonable.

After the defeat of the Lion, more and more Primarchs joined the war. Nine legions, more than 300,000 Astartes, and millions of Mechanicus troops.

Each number represents an unimaginable force-even the Imperial Warmaster, the second Primarch known for his bravery, could hardly compete with half of the Empire's military power.

In the continuous high-intensity wars, the genetic defects in the bodies of the second Primarch and his descendants were quickly activated. Dukel saw the second Primarch's flesh and blood proliferate, and thousands of eyes opened all over his body. They became stronger, but also more inhuman.

They won the war with great difficulty and paid a painful price, but the result was that the empire they once swore to protect was on the verge of collapse.

The result of the war eventually became history, as recorded in history books-"In this battle, countless fleets were annihilated without a single survivor, and many worlds were destroyed. The empire had to abandon those planets. Dozens of Titan legions were completely destroyed and lost their organization, and the empire lost many Astartes legions."

But even so, the second Primarch's eyes were still firm, and his steps forward did not hesitate at all.

Until on a planet called Tarsila, the Emperor personally came to the battlefield and the Primarchs faced each other with knives. This pair of the strongest father and son among humans started a brutal fight.

The spiritual realm in the leaves of Caliban gradually collapsed.

This means that the information in it has been completely absorbed by Dukel.

The illusions around him shattered like bubbles, leaving only a world of nothingness.

Dukel stood alone in this world, frowning slightly, and bowed his head in deep thought.

"I already know the truth of the past, but there is one thing that I still can't explain." He murmured to himself.

"What's the problem?" At this time, a voice asked him back. In this empty world, another him, the second Primarch of the Empire stepped out.

Dukel was not surprised by his arrival.

"Why have most of my memories about ten thousand years ago been deleted, leaving only the scene of wielding a knife to the Emperor? The Battle of Randan almost caused the Empire to collapse. Why did the Emperor believe that we were loyal?"

He kept asking his questions.

"Because this is right, and it is also what His Majesty wants. Obeying the Emperor's will is naturally not betrayal!" The second Primarch answered without hesitation.

"The Emperor wants us to kill him? Does he have any special hobbies? Wait, it's really possible."

——"Stubborn diseases need to be removed with a quick knife"

This was the decree given to him by the Emperor himself.

As an old Riddler, the Emperor's every sentence is like layers of layer upon layer of layer cake. At that time, Duker only thought that it was acquiescing to him to blood-wash those worms that had been corrupted by power.

But now that I think about it, who is the biggest patient in the empire?

Even if the corrupt nobles do all the evil things they can think of, it will be nothing more than scabies to the huge empire.

And the Holy Emperor paralyzed on the golden throne, the darkness in His Majesty's body that could blow up all mankind at any time, is the real stubborn disease.

A butcher's knife and a scalpel have no different effects when wielded. The same skin and flesh are torn open, and the same bones are broken and tendons are broken.

But the final result was completely different.

"What about the Chaos Daemons? What role do the Daemons play in this mystery?"

"Chaos Demon?" the Second Primarch asked disdainfully, "What kind of trash is that?"

He carries the inherent pride of mankind thousands of years ago.

"You have never seen the devil." Duker thought, "In other words, the devil has not had direct contact with you, and you have never been bewitched by the devil?"

After he woke up from Ophelia No. 7, he got the clue that the No. 2 Primarch was out of control and was bewitched by demons.

In the subsequent war, he obtained multiple clues that supported this view.

He has always avoided this point of view. The cursed and blessed son of the World Purifying Plague Army was brutally killed by Duker just by mentioning it.

The Second Primarch was bewitched by demons and rebelled out of control, a topic he had never wanted to mention.

"So who instilled this view in you in the first place?" the second primarch asked.

Who first brought up this idea?

Dukel looks back on his memory,

Of course it is——

"My master can make you lose control the first time, and he can do the same thing the second time!"

Along with Dukel's memories, a demon with a body as strong as a hill, a face like an ape, and angry bat wings behind him appeared in this nihilistic spiritual world, laughing wantonly.

——The Great Daemon of Khorne, Ka'banhar

"In the original destiny trajectory, the one who besieged Ophelia No. 7 was supposed to be the Blue Flame Tyrant of Tzeentch." Duker looked at the big demon in front of him and analyzed it step by step.

"But when I woke up, the demon army besieging this world was Kahn and Kabanha. This is abnormal."

If it were the Blue Flame Tyrant of Tzeentch who proposed this point of view, Dukel would not believe a word of it.

But if the Daemon of Khorne said it when he was provoking him, it would undoubtedly appear more credible.

The Daemon of Khorne has no brains, and this is something that is known throughout the Warp.

After the battle to defend Ophelia 7, Duker still did not fully believe this point of view.

But as the expedition progressed, he obtained more and more clues to support this view.

——This is what convinced Durkor that the Second Primarch was being tricked by the demons when he drew his sword on the Emperor, and it was a completely wrong and foolish act.

Now that I think about it, all these opinions and clues come from the mouths of the Chaos Demons, and are the demons' one-sided words.

"This is Tzeentch's trick!" Duker whispered to himself, with anger in his eyes.

"Tzeentch wants you to deviate from the right track." The second primarch said firmly.

"No." Duker's anger subsided and he retorted calmly,

"We cannot assume Tzeentch's purpose. He himself doesn't know what he is going to do. Guessing his purpose will undoubtedly make us passive and fall deeper into the trap."

"Then what do you plan to do next?"

"Easy, just ask the emperor directly."

"Between two points, the line segment is the shortest. It's really your style."

"No, this is our style." Duker stopped thinking. He looked at the man who once dared to draw a sword against the emperor.

The spiritual world within Caliban's leaves is rapidly collapsing.

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In the forest of Caliban, the lion regained some strength and his strong body stood up from the ground. There was a sound of flapping wings behind him, and the inky raven landed and stepped on the lion's thick shoulder armor.

"You and Dukel have become more powerful, Clarks." The lion looked at the raven on the shoulder armor and couldn't help but sigh.

The Raven Lord's thin presence makes him the best stealth master in the galaxy. To this day, even if the lion is focused on listening to the breath of Caliban's forest, he cannot detect the arrival of the raven.

"The same is true for you, Leon. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and our common ideals have been riddled with holes. The only thing to be thankful for is that we did not completely waste our years." Raven's tone was low, and his eyes were melancholy.

"Clarks, I'm a little tired." The lion's resolute face showed a tired look, "Just ask your question directly."

"How did you know I had something to ask?" The raven looked at the lion.

"I have to thank my brothers for this. Every time they come to me, it is to explore the secrets and the truth. It has always been like this." The Lion King said with some self-deprecation.

The raven ignored the lion's mood and asked directly,

"I do wonder about one thing. Why do you stubbornly believe that Dukel has betrayed the empire?"

Among the Primarchs, Krax returned later and did not personally participate in Randan's campaign.

What he saw was that even though the Second Legion had been completely expelled, the statues were also completely removed. But both the Emperor and the other Primarchs believed that the Second Primarch was loyal.

"You didn't experience that war." The Lion seemed to recall a scene he didn't want to recall, and continued with some pain,

"If you saw Dukor wielding a knife at the Emperor, you would have the same idea as me."

In the final battle between the Emperor and the Second Primarch, the only Primarchs who witnessed this bloody fight were him and Mortarion.

Mortarion's thoughts are unknown.

But the shock that the Lion felt in his heart has not diminished in the slightest.

Raven was silent. Just knowing the truth of these few words made him horrified.

After a long time, he continued to speak,

"Behind this secret, there must be a secret that neither you nor I know." Clarks continued,

"Sorry, Leon. I'm not doubting you, I just can't imagine what it would be like when courage betrays humanity."

The lion opened his mouth, and he wanted to say something else.

But at this moment,

Boom! ——

Red flames shot up into the sky, and the scorching air swept through the lush forest.

Duker woke up.

The lion and the raven stopped talking and turned to look at their brothers. They were nervously watching each other's every move.

But Duker's footsteps did not stop for a moment because of their nervous gaze.

The tall body moved and strode forward.

He crossed the Caliban Forest and came to the seemingly calm river.

Without any hesitation, he stepped his giant steel foot into the river.

"Wait, Dukel!"

"Be careful of the darkness in the river!"

The lion and the raven hurriedly reminded him when they saw this. They shouted loudly and moved their bodies at the same time, blocking Dukel in front of them, trying to pull their brothers back to the safe river bank.

However, with two "bangs", in less than a breath, the two demigods who blocked each other's way were knocked out.

They flew to the river bank along the strange traces. Clarks wanted to move forward again, but was pulled by the lion.

"Forget it, just like ten thousand years ago, once Dukel's will has a direction, it cannot be stopped by one or two original bodies."

"But."

Raven's eyes showed anxiety. His sharp eyes could clearly see that in the seemingly calm river, thousands of dark shadows were rapidly approaching.

Dukel also saw the darkness,

but this did not mean that he would stop.

He walked straight in the river with flames wrapped around him, his steps were like meteors, and thousands of dark shadows were instantly stepped on.

Countless dark beings cried and howled, and whispers rang out on the quiet river. The darkness surrounding the canoe also discovered this scene that broke the silence.

Layers of darkness spread under the water.

The further Dukel moved forward, the more determined his will became. He carried an unstoppable momentum, and even the elusive shadows were directly knocked away by him.

The red flame ignited the calm river.

"I am the eternal flame of the Holy Empire."

"The eternal walker of the original land of truth."

"The wheel that moves forward forever!"

Facing the huge shadows coming layer by layer, the thick darkness is enough to scare the most fearless warriors. But there was no fear in Dukel's eyes, and his fighting spirit became more and more high in his bright eyes.

He strode forward with his head held high, without any hesitation.

His gaze seemed to transcend time and space. At the end of his gaze, he saw the second original body ten thousand years ago waving his arms and shouting,

"Go forward! In this spiritual realm, there is no will that can stop us from moving forward!"

It was only twenty-two steps.

Boom! ——

Duke's progress shook the void with an indescribable loud noise, and the path he left behind ignited a red flame corridor in the river.

The unstoppable will trampled all the shadows in the river.

Duke crossed the seemingly impossible river and came to a distance of only one body length away from the canoe.

He drew out the sword he carried with him, and pointed the cold sword tip at the king on the canoe without hesitation,

"Tell me, King! Are you looking forward to it as well!"

The figure of the second Primarch swinging his sword at the Emperor ten thousand years ago perfectly overlapped with the figure of Duke and the king drawing their swords at each other at the moment.

At this moment, it was just like that moment.

At this moment, huge waves rose on the calm surface of the river.

The waves carrying a strong will hit the king's canoe, causing the black moldy ash on the surface of the hull to fall off.

The lonely boat, which seemed to have never changed, was shaking violently at this moment.

The king, who had not changed for thousands of years, trembled slightly in the wind and waves.

The king turned his head, and the flames were reflected in his empty eyes. There was an emotion of approval in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his pale face that was as thin as a mummy.

The lion saw the stiff smile on the king's face, and immediately showed a mixture of envy and jealousy.

"Why?" The lion asked puzzledly, "Why can Dukel easily get the king's approval for his collision?"

The raven stood there in a daze. He was also digesting the incomprehensible scene in front of him. After hearing the lion's voice, he came back to his senses,

"I can't understand it either."

Drawing a weapon against the Emperor and being praised, the scene in front of him shocked Clarks.

After hearing his words, the Lion King took a deep breath, "But I can be sure that something big will happen when Dukel returns to Terra this time. I also want to return as soon as possible, and I hope everything will not go to the bad side."

"Clarks, come back with us. Brother, go to the palace of Terra to meet our common father. The Empire needs our strength now."

The Lion King looked at the raven with incomparable sincerity. In today's declining Empire, the power of each Primarch is so important.

"Let me refuse. I have voluntarily devoted myself to the shadow. I only do what I should do." The raven shook its head slowly, flapped its wings and flew away, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

A crow feather fell in the air and lay across the lion's hand.

"The crows have nowhere to go."

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Dukel returned to the river bank, not caring at all that the calm river water was stirred up by him.

"It's time to return to Terra."

He muttered to himself and looked forward.

Coming to this world, his path was destined to be full of blood.

He saw blood and flesh paving the red carpet, bones overlapping to build the foundation, stars igniting the flames of war, and the empire in turmoil.

That was his way back to Terra.

This time, he will become the sharp knife of salvation, and personally cut off the rottenness and decay within the empire.

Until he slashed at the Emperor, a knife he had not slashed ten thousand years ago.

The empire will not collapse because of this.

The Emperor will not die because of this.

They will only get rid of the stubborn disease and become strong again.

Dukel looked at the end of the road, and the second Primarch ten thousand years ago also stood there quietly.

When he, a lonely soul from a foreign land, set foot on this destined bloody road, when he raised his fists to fight all the darkness. He could always see that at the end of this bloody red carpet, the second Primarch ten thousand years ago also drew out his sword. They stared at each other and smiled at each other.

Of course, that was not me.

But wasn't that me?

The Emperor of Mankind used his endless desires and the courage of all people to forge eternity. What name this desire has can be ignored.

——End of this volume

Next volume will be opened tomorrow: "I, Return to Terra!"