Chapter 91 91, At Least I Can Still Save You, Brother (New Book Period Monthly Ticket Plus Update)

Carlos the Fateweaver, the great demon who had escaped from Dukel several times, is now unable to fly away.

Under normal circumstances, the speed of this great demon is not slower than that of the Primarch.

But who made it so that it was already seriously injured? In the explosion of Skarbrand's jump and the destruction of psychic spells, it can still maintain its ability to move, which is already the result of its strong strength.

Dukel thanked Skarbrand again in his heart.

"Tear!——"

The Primarch grabbed the great demon who was still running, and the huge pull directly tore Carlos's wide robe and pulled off a lot of bird feathers.

Under the pull of the Primarch, the Fateweaver was thrown to the ground before he could react.

The huge force made the great demon's huge body smash directly to the ground. With a puff, one of its beaks spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, and the other beak mobilized the Kia space energy-even in such an unfavorable situation, this great demon still did not intend to surrender.

Seeing this, Dukel directly rode on it, and began to punch the two bird-like heads with his fists.

Punch after punch, the blood mist was instantly dispersed, and the runes of psychic spells were smashed to pieces, until this tenacious demon was seriously injured and dying, Dukel stopped.

On the battlefield, the last demons were also cleared by the soldiers of the Empire. The Psychic Guards of the Expeditionary Corps and the Primaris Space Marines of the Regent Corps came to Dukel first.

But this war caused too many sacrifices, and even the thirteenth Primarch Guilliman was still in a state of near death.

The loyal warriors, no matter which regiment they belonged to, stood in place at this moment, mourning for the dead souls.

The choir of the state church played the hymn of the Emperor at this moment-May the dead return to the throne.

But no matter what the final result is, they won the victory of this battle, and they defeated the trap set by the gods together.

Two demon primarchs and a great demon were captured, and two great demons were killed.

This was an unprecedented victory. Once the victory of this war was announced, it would inevitably cause an uproar.

The revived primarchs, whether it was Guilliman or Dukor, proved with their own actions that the era of the primarchs had not ended.

Without the help of the huge army under the Regent, it would be difficult for the expeditionary army alone to completely defeat such a large number of demons, and there would be greater sacrifices and bloodshed.

Fulgrim was imprisoned by the Grey Knights who came later using special methods.

They even wanted Magnus, who only had his head left, but Dukor decisively refused.

After seeing this situation, the primarch temporarily gave up the idea of ​​cutting off Fulgrim's head and carrying it with him - mainly because this brother who surrendered to Slaanesh was a little too gay. And unlike Magnus, he did not have a lot of psychic knowledge.

Dukor was very disgusted with it because it was useless except for disgusting himself.

Anyway, they will all be sent to Terra to face the Emperor with Dukel.

The Krieg soldiers searched the bodies on the ground. They dug out the nameplates of their dead compatriots from the pile of dead bodies or the pool of unrecognizable broken flesh and blood.

This is the only trace of the existence of the dead warriors, and it is also a symbol of their glory.

It is also the only thing that belongs to them.

The armor and guns of the dead warriors will be recycled, and only this small nameplate carries the warrior's life.

The Kriegs searched very carefully to ensure that the nameplate of each compatriot would be found.

Since they were born, they have almost never owned anything except the sins they were born to bear.

They were born to wash away the sins of their ancestors. Their loyalty belongs to the Empire. In order to become a qualified soldier, they have to undergo rigorous training with a very high mortality rate, and finally become an emotionless warrior, rushing to the battlefield until they sacrifice their lives.

They don't even need a name, just a string of numbers.

Therefore, every Krieg cherishes his own nameplate, because it is unique to them.

It is the only witness that they have come to this world.

The cleaning work of the battlefield is often more cruel than the war.

Dukel saw the heavy list held in the hands of the clerk. This is the list of casualties in this battle. The densely packed names on it, whose children, whose brothers, whose pride are they?

However, the Primarch quickly cut off this idea.

His brother Dorne remembered the name of every soldier under his command and everything about them. Therefore, whenever the war ended, Dorne was always heartbroken.

Dukel is a more emotional Primarch than Dorne-this is why he always intentionally or unintentionally rushed into danger alone during the war, only letting his soldiers assist remotely.

After the war ended, the Primarch led the imperial warriors back to the temporary camp.

Passing through the ruins of the cities they had walked through on the road to cleansing demons.

Under the manipulation of the gods, the human beings in this world have been exterminated.

An entire industrial world, more than 10 billion human compatriots.

The soldiers of the empire searched the ruins of the city, trying to dig out a few survivors from the shattered ruins of the city.

But the result disappointed them greatly.

A lot of cultists were pulled out, and these traitors who surrendered to Chaos were all purified in the roar of the grenade launchers.

The Imperial soldiers executed these degenerates without hesitation.

And when the Imperial soldiers opened the steel gate of the city shelter.

At this moment, even the emotionally indifferent Astartes monks couldn't help but clench their fists in anger.

It was a huge pit that was almost one-tenth of the city's area. The pit was densely packed with human corpses. These corpses were in tatters and had obviously suffered unimaginable torture before they died.

On the walls around, there were blasphemous symbols carved with human blood.

And such massacres happened in one city after another.

Dukel guessed that perhaps it was because every city had such a blasphemous ritual, coupled with the indirect blood sacrifice when the Imperial soldiers cleansed the demons;

After passing through 888 cities, Khorne was able to exert such powerful energy in this physical universe, not only to extract his consciousness, but also to send down an incarnation to fight with him.

"Burn them all."

Dukel gave the order after seeing these tragic scenes.

The imperial warriors looked at the countless corpses in the deep pit and the pool of blood accumulated in it. Strong hatred emerged in the eyes of every warrior.

Dukel breathed the air of this world. He could even feel the sadness of the people in this world from the wailing sound when the wind blew through the ruins of the city.

But he had no time to comfort the sadness of this world.

Dukel walked towards the temporary camp step by step.

"Maybe I can't save everyone, but I can at least save my brothers."

Dukel dragged the dying body of Carlos the Weaver of Destiny and said so to himself in his heart.

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