Chapter 6 6, There Is Still Hope

After the defeat of Khorne, the human counterattack became extremely smooth.

Until the outer orbital space, the Chaos fleet was shattered, and the war ushered in the final victory.

On the surface, the Astra Militarum, the Sisters of Battle, the Planetary Defense Force and other soldiers excitedly came from all directions.

The war had already fallen into despair, but with the revival of the Primarch, they easily defeated the invading demons and fallen warriors.

Everyone was sincerely shouting the name of Dukel.

After ten thousand years of darkness, they urgently needed the guidance of a great existence at this moment.

And at this moment, Dukel was undoubtedly this great existence.

Whether it was the high-ranking dignitaries in gorgeous clothes or the ragged poor craftsmen.

People from all walks of life on the planet came from all over the world.

Even though the Second Holy Land has been left with terrible scars by the war, it still cannot stop these people's pilgrimage.

When Dukel, wearing power armor, walked through the ranks of the interstellar battle group, he was greeted by overwhelming cheers like a tsunami.

Everyone looked at Dukel with fanatical worship, and some men even lifted their children above their heads, hoping that their children could see the savior of this world with their own eyes.

The battle sisters still had blood stains that had not yet dried. At this moment, these fanatical believers of the state religion spontaneously built a quarantine line for Dukel.

If it weren't for the existence of the quarantine line, he would have been surrounded and drowned by the excited people.

"Everyone is cheering for you, and I hope you can save them from the eternal darkness."

The elder sister Efilar stood behind Dukel and whispered like a prayer.

"Well"

Dukel was still not good at dealing with such scenes, and just nodded coldly.

To be honest, the fanaticism of the Warhammer world really made him palpitate.

In his eyes, these cheering people were, in a sense, more terrifying than human traitors and Khorne demons.

Those red eyes, filled with trust and admiration.

Neither he nor the former Primarch No. 2 would cater to others.

Facing these expectant eyes, he felt pressure.

[Absorbing human faith for the host]

Dukel stood in the center of this attention, and the system became more active than ever before.

Countless devout beliefs were absorbed by the system, and then transformed into food that made Dukel stronger.

In the warp, the warp projection like wildfire was growing at a speed far exceeding the previous one.

At this moment, Dukel's warp projection was so bright.

Even the dark lords at the farthest end could see it clearly.

The power of chaos began to accumulate, waiting for an opportunity to move.

On the two hell worlds infinitely far away, the betraying Primarchs Magnus and Mortarion also saw the fire clearly.

——The second Primarch recovered from the loss of control and became more powerful.

The two demon Primarchs received this message almost at the same time.

Mortarion laughed strangely, and a storm of poison was released. Dozens of unprecedented but terrifying poisons in the real universe fell on the unfortunate imperial world.

However, Mortarion's current plan has reached a critical moment and needs to be concluded. At this moment, the Lord of the Death Guard has no time to lead the army to fight.

The evil eyes of the demon primarch are hidden in the thick poisonous fog. In the near future, he must let Dukel and the corrupt human empire decay together.

Magnus seemed extremely anxious at this moment. He angrily overturned the card table in front of him and tore the tarot cards in front of him to pieces.

The future that was originally clear in his eyes was now blurred. The originally flat destiny was now entangled in chaos.

Unplanned unknown mutations disrupted all his arrangements and made him crazy.

Just when Dukel was trapped in the cheers of the human people.

The thirteenth primarch, Robert Guilliman, also swept away the demon warriors and fallen war gangs that besieged him.

At this moment, he sat on the throne with some fatigue, and removed all the servants and advisors.

Guilliman stared ahead blankly, as if he wanted to see through the thick wall and see the future in the darkness.

But after a while, he only sighed.

Sitting on the lonely throne in the empty hall, the rational Primarch finally allowed himself to take off the mask of perseverance, revealing a trace of misery and pain.

He didn't know why he was awakened. Although he was still brave enough on the battlefield before, his great Primarch still had the wound left thousands of years ago.

That long-standing wound lurked deep in his body, gnawing at it all the time. Guilliman suspected that this wound would never heal.

But the eternal pain became the most insignificant at this moment.

Before this, Guilliman had talked with the Saint, the Ultramarines Commander, and even Evelyne of the Death Army.

During this time, he created a friendly and harmonious atmosphere, and in laughter, he got the other party to tell him more information, and perfectly concealed his emotional fluctuations caused by these words.

Guilliman showed the most pleasing side of his personality in a targeted manner, making the other party answer his questions unconsciously.

Hearing the cruel answers one by one, although he remained calm on the surface, in fact, every answer pierced his heart like a steel knife.

The miserable state of the Empire now frightened him, and made him unable to breathe. Grief and pain were constantly gnawing at his heart.

He could even hear every drop of his blood roaring.

The former Empire was built by the Emperor and the Primarchs with countless efforts.

But now there is no trace of reason and hope. Only fear, hatred and ignorance are maintaining this behemoth and lingering.

Primarch Guilliman is an out-and-out idealist. Even among the Primarch brothers, no one has ever been like him, full of hope to outline a bright future.

The miserable state of mankind in the past thousands of years seems to be vivid. In the vast galaxy, there are almost no enemies.

Traitors and Chaos Demons are rampant, and races outside the galaxy are also harvesting lives.

"Thousands of years have passed," Guilliman muttered to himself, not knowing who to talk to.

If he doesn't find something to say, everything he knows now is enough to drive him crazy.

After reviving, Guilliman once again hoped that he could have a brother by his side, so that they could speak freely.

Perhaps only they, as both Primarchs, could understand each other's feelings.

"Thousands of years." Guilliman continued to mutter to himself, "Look at what has become, and we are the same, blind faith, ignorance, suffering, decadence. Adhering to the name of a god, it is popular. Ironically, this 'god' hates his title."

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he raised his head and looked at the portrait above his head.

It was a being shrouded in a halo, sitting on the throne,

"We failed, we all failed, father, but." Guilliman muttered to himself, but his expression gradually recovered from frustration to firmness,

"But why did Ducker wake up from losing control? We all know that he would never wake up again"

"You must know something, right?"

"There is still hope!"