Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Most, nay, all Primarchs, are aloof and paranoid.

The 80% of the original body, headed by Luojia, are confident that they can defeat 80% of their brothers.

The remaining 20% ​​are confident that they can defeat all their brothers.

Obviously, the current No. 2 and No. 15 belong to the 20%.

Magnus's body continued to expand, and unimaginable energy surged in his body. During the Great Crusade thousands of years ago, he had used this move when he could clearly defeat the opponent with psychic powers. A warlord-level titan that turned himself into an extremely large man and tore apart an orc with his own hands.

Now that tens of thousands of years have passed, he has been sublimated, and he is far better than before;

The original mighty power of the Supreme Heaven is continuously injected into the body of the original body. His figure covers the sky and the sun, and his power is boundless. He is an incomparably majestic giant! He exhaled air to stir up the storm, his eyes turned into thunder, and his wings covered the sky.

But he did not remain complacent for long. Magnus soon discovered in a panic that no matter how his figure expanded, no matter how his strength increased, he could never surpass the brother in front of him.

The descendants of the Thousand Sons Legion have long been accustomed to fighting and fighting over the long years, and few things can make their faces change.

However, at this moment, all their common sense was overturned.

They stared blankly at the two majestic primarchs, fear and shock making them forget to breathe.

Two infinitely tall figures stand in the subspace like ancient gods. The boundless sea of ​​souls is the stage trampled by them. The turbulent subspace storm is the breeze blowing by their ears. Countless subspace creatures The screams of terror are their war song.

Two incomparably majestic energies hit the surface of the Sea of ​​Souls like two heavy punches, and the aroused psychic tides converged into a raging tsunami and turned into a wave that swept everything - even in the nearly infinite vastness. In the subspace, this rivalry between brothers can be felt in every corner.

The loving father stirred the soup for a moment, Khorne roared excitedly on the brass throne, the treacherous man laughed endlessly, and Slaanesh stared hungrily at the primarch's body.

The cold and ruthless sun is emitting infinite light at this moment, and the dazzling golden light envelopes everything here, as if day has risen in the highest sky.

The dark lords hiding in the depths lowered their proud heads. They did not dare to look directly at the majesty of the original body until they were fully prepared.

But the two brothers who were in the middle of the battle had no time to care about this. In the eyes of the great demigod, only victory was worth claiming.

"No, this is impossible, No. 2, how could you be like this?" Primarch No. 15 seemed to have seen a truth that was difficult for him to understand, and the remaining single eye bloomed with light of dozens of colors.

"Put away your boring tricks, Magnus." Duker said plainly, the scarlet cloak representing countless bloody battles flapping behind him, and his whole body was burning with the soul between reality and illusion. flame.

His stalwart body stood erect, his bright eyes were full of passionate fighting spirit, and his long black hair was dancing wildly in the storm caused by infinite energy.

Dukel stepped forward and crossed in front of Magnus in just a few steps.

The sons of the Thousand Sons Legion hurriedly avoided the path of the Primarch, grateful that they had escaped from the Primarch's wrath.

Helpless, they wanted to move closer to their genetic father, but Magnus signaled them to retreat.

Even though they are Astartes, the battle between minor gods in the High Heaven is far beyond their ability to participate.

"I have always been me, always the same, but you, Magnus, when did you become so arrogant that you thought you could defeat me?"

Duker's eyes were too bright to look directly at, "I am the symbiosis of all things, the end of everything, the original traveler, and the creator of the intersection - in this space beyond the real universe, our Our essence is revealed; this is our true form through the human skin that the Emperor has forged for us.”

"Now that you know it, do you want to pledge allegiance to Allah?" Magnus asked.

"I did come with an oath, but I am not just begging for mercy like you; I swear to illuminate the world with the light of human will, and my flame will burn out all the evil and filth of chaos in the galaxy for me!"

"And you, my brother, are as humble as an ant and as stupid as a pig, you are not worthy of being my enemy!"

"Hahaha, that's it Dukel, I understand, I completely understand." Hearing No. 2's taunt, Magnus laughed instead of getting angry, and even laughed wildly.

"They all thought you were waking up from a state of control that was impossible to return to, but in fact, you never woke up! You are just crazy! Completely crazy!"

"My brother, how pathetic you are!"

"It's useless to talk more. Let me see what you have gained from your master." Dukel raised the scarlet chain sword with the devil's blood in his hand.

"I promise you won't be disappointed!"

In the short time that followed, what kind of battle broke out between the original bodies was unknown to the mortals present.

In fact, all the senses of the descendants of the Thousand Sons Legion were completely confused by the flames that filled the sky when Dukel charged. They could only vaguely see a large amount of storm and thunder erupting from the top of the demon primarch's staff.

Before these fallen space warriors could recover, they were knocked to the ground by the sweeping storm, even though they were far away from each other by countless distances - and this was just the aftermath of the fight between the two demigods.

The original power of the Supreme Sky was continuously injected into the bodies of the two demigods. Magnus's whole body was as bright as a supernova explosion, radiating majestic energy.

Dukel completely turned into a boundless wildfire that burned wantonly, blooming with the light of thousands of stars, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Magnus, enveloped in flames, flickered his wings, with blue rune vortices rolling around him. The wizard king's magic dispersed the flames like meteors, setting off storms and thunder in the red wildfire.

As soon as the two Primarchs fought, the aftermath smashed the Great Pyramid, demolished the magnificent palace, and the mortal slaves kept by the Thousand Sons were reduced to ashes because they could not escape.

Dukel pressed forward step by step. In the red firelight, the scarlet chain sword kept shuttling like a snake, making a buzzing song and leaving tear after tear on the Crimson King's robe. crack.

The ferocious chain saw cut through Magnus' supernatural body again and again under the power of the original body. The formation of each laceration was accompanied by a heart-rending scream.

A loud noise that frightened the Thousand Sons came from the battlefield, and Magnus's staff, carrying all-destroying thunder, collided with the flaming chainsword.

An impact like a planet explosion suddenly set off, and the savage shock wave vented its fury wantonly. The metal walls engraved with runes were torn into pieces, and all the surrounding palaces were razed to the ground.

The blood heirs of the Thousand Sons spurted out the blood stuck in their throats. They struggled to prop up their bodies, shook off the ruins on their power armor, and looked hard at the battlefield.

Magnus angrily stirred up his spiritual energy and activated countless spiritual spells in the void. He wanted to use this to resist the invasion of the flames, but he was so powerless.

Soon a huge hand protruded from the flames, grabbed his head, and smashed him to the ground with him.

Boom! ——

The two demigods fell from mid-air and hit the ground as heavily as meteors. The aftermath caused the blood heirs of the Thousand Sons who had just stood up to fly away again.

"Protect my lord!"

The Thousand Sons screamed one after another, unclean chants sounded from the mouths of the wizards, and ominous runes full of blasphemy began to mobilize the energy of the highest heaven.

The Great Pyramid of Tizca was crumbling under the raging power of the original body. The rune shield surrounding the entire Thousand Sons fleet was flickering on and off at this moment, as if it would be completely shattered in the next second. .

"The rune shield is maintained by my father's strength." A Thousand Sons blood heir shouted, "The current situation shows that our master is becoming weak!"

The smoke that stirred up the gravel gradually dispersed.

In the center of an extremely huge crater, two demigods appeared again.

Magnus lay lying on the ground, the arcane runes flashing in various colors dissipated, revealing his miserable figure, his chest collapsed completely, leaving a series of horrific tears on the body of the great demigod. lacerated wound;

His head was trampled under his feet by steel boots, and one of the wings on his back was torn off, revealing the broken white bones.

Duker still held his bloody wings in his hand, and he never put down the chain sword in his right hand. He looked down at his brother, as if waiting for his brother to regain his fighting spirit.

"Can you ever stand up and fight with me again, brother?"

The original body asked enthusiastically, with unsatisfied fighting passion remaining in his bright eyes.