Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

When the expedition fleet reunited with the Prince Regent, Gray, the leader of the Ultramarines sub-regiment who had declared allegiance to Dukel, finally got his wish and met his genetic father.

But this is not cause for joy. After all, the purpose of his trip is to rescue the No. 2 Primarch who is caught in the tricks of the gods.

Gray will remember for the rest of his life the scene when Duker, after realizing the tricks of the gods, personally smashed the majestic City of Light, just to send them to their death.

But even so, when he boarded the Glory of Macragge and saw the majestic blue giant with his own eyes, most of the worries in his heart were suddenly cleared away.

The genes in Gray's body clearly told him that he was the Holy Primarch, his genetic father.

In their subsequent interactions, he was also impressed by Guilliman's charm, and felt that what His Highness Duker said was true - his father was indeed as described, brave, tenacious and approachable. He acted a little old-fashioned at times, which in his eyes was also a necessary quality for a commander.

And political commissar Kane, after seeing the regent with his own eyes, felt in his heart the difference between the original bodies.

From Guilliman, Kane felt a sense of intimacy that he had never felt from Duker. This feeling was difficult to describe. If he had to sum it up - Kane felt that it was an ordinary feeling. human nature.

In the eyes of the political commissar, Duker is mysterious and powerful; but he is not like a human being, but more like a god worshiped by others; just like the barrier of heart that always surrounds him, there is always a gap between him and mortals. There is an invisible but distinct gap.

Under the influence of the original body's personality, the legions under their command also showed completely different styles.

Duker never interfered in the affairs of mortals. Whether it was trivial and complicated government affairs or plans for the future, he let the mortals handle them themselves. He will issue decisive instructions only when necessary.

Guilliman is the complete opposite. He personally participates among mortals and takes care of everything in order. Before meeting him, Kane's stereotype was that all primarchs were as unsmiling as Dukel, and he never thought that he could see a smile as refreshing as a politician's on the primarch's face.

In Guilliman's office, a thick pile of government affairs is presented almost every three minutes, and his desk is always piled up. Kane even saw that while the original body was focusing on dozens of government affairs, it was also seriously exchanging tactical opinions with the commanders around him.

These actions full of ordinary humanity made Kane feel more cordial and gave him a sense of inner peace.

Until they followed the guidance of the Eldar prophets and found the dark world where Dukel lived.

When Kane and the Regent were dropped onto the ground battlefield together, they walked out of the landing ship.

He saw a huge snake-like creature running rampantly across the battlefield. This monster's body was strange and beautiful, and it had extremely terrifying power - any imperial army that tried to stop it, whether it was the Astra Militarum or the Astra Militarum, Tate was easily defeated by it.

It was at the same moment that this monster appeared.

Kane felt the rage from the inside out from the body of the Regent. At that moment, the anger surged out from under the calm appearance of the original body, and the surrounding air was ignited by it.

"No, Your Highness the Regent is stable and rational. Probably not." A familiar feeling came to his heart, and Kane could only persuade himself in his heart.

But the next second, Guilliman took action with his infinite anger.

The moment the original body stepped forward, the familiar atmosphere around him reached its peak at this moment. Kane jumped out almost instinctively and hugged Guilliman's thigh.

"Your Highness, you don't want it!"

"You can't risk it yourself!"

"His Royal Highness Dukel is still waiting for you."

He had said these lines countless times in the past, and now Kane almost blurted them out.

But then, he was roughly pulled off by the regent.

"Have you ever persuaded Dukel like this in the past?" Guilliman said angrily, "Then you should be lucky that you didn't persuade Russ like this, otherwise you would have been eaten alive by him!"

After knocking Kane to the ground, the furious Regent rushed forward!

"Guilliman! What are you doing!"

There was a loud shout in the distance. Even though they were extremely far apart, everyone could hear it clearly. It was the voice of the second original body.

But Guilliman ignored the voice. He held a sword burning with the Emperor's fire and launched a charge on his own.

In his mind, he kept recalling the harm these betrayers had done to the empire and himself - the severe pain caused by the scars in his body also kept reminding him.

The hatred and anger in my heart reached its peak at this moment,

"Fulgrim, traitor, has no way to escape!"

The Primarch was so fast that few of the Space Marines could see clearly.

Kane shouted in panic behind him.

Dukel's face in the distance also showed a rare look of panic.

Even Fulgrim, the Keeper of Secrets, and the Fateweaver, the three great demons, had a flash of panic in their eyes - the trap they had left to stop Dukel was now about to be misunderstood by Guilliman. into it.

Among the people present now, there is still one who can be considered calm.

There is only Guilliman himself——

The original body charged in a rage, but his mind was extremely clear and calm. He was constantly calculating various data in his mind and building a model of the enemy.

The distance between the two sides, the opponent's speed, the opponent's possible attack methods, the scene on the battlefield, wind speed, air humidity, and light intensity.

His brain analyzes dozens of data at the same time. During the battle, these models will be continuously improved. Once he successfully builds these models, the enemy in front of him will no longer be able to defeat him.

In Guilliman's eyes, the distance between him and Fulgrim quickly narrowed.

But just when he was about to collide with the opponent, huge psychic energy suddenly exploded under his feet - it was the psychic spell left by the Fate Weaver in advance.

The huge impact instantly lifted the original body into the air, and the poisonous sting released by the secret keeper followed closely, and it was about to pierce into the regent's body in the blink of an eye.

The alluring aroma poured into his nostrils, and scenes of beautiful illusions appeared in front of his eyes. Reality and fantasy scenes kept switching before his eyes, and it was difficult to distinguish between true and false for a while.

Guilliman, who was in mid-air and unable to use any force, opened his jetpack at this critical moment, and scorching waves of air spurted out. He instantly adjusted his body in mid-air and used all his strength to chop down the incoming stinger.

But before he could feel proud of defeating the big demon's offensive,

Poof! ——

A cool touch streaked across his neck like a poisonous snake.

The poison that was enough to make a demigod fall invaded the body along the wound, and unparalleled pain instantly exploded in the regent's body.

It turned out that Fulgrim had stepped forward at some point and delivered the fatal blow with the poison-coated rapier in his hand.

The regent's body fell from mid-air.

Plop! ——

The majestic body of a demigod smashed a huge depression into the earth.

Guilliman fell.