Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Skarbrand was once one of the most beloved demons of the Blood God. He slaughtered countless creatures, ravaged countless worlds, and even trampled on the realms of other Chaos Gods. He destroyed the first palace of Slaanesh and killed Na The Plague Leviathan of Grime—until he was bewitched by Tzeentch and struck the Blood God himself with an ax when Khorne wasn't paying attention.

In the lost world of darkness, red flames burned everywhere.

Dukel, who was still wielding the chain sword, suddenly received a message sent through the heart network.

"Your Highness, we have found the Regent's fleet and are searching for your location with them."

"Are you okay?"

Efilar's voice sounded in Duker's mind.

In fact, after he fell into this world, Efilar would send messages of concern through the Heart Network every day.

“Things are fine here, no need to worry.”

Duker reported that he was safe, and in order to increase the credibility of his words, he took a group photo of his surroundings and uploaded it to Xinwang.

The photo shows Duker standing proudly in the firelight, Magnus with only his head left, and Skarbrand who was trampled under his feet and dying.

"Your situation is so dangerous! Please hold on for a while longer, and we will be at your side soon." After seeing the photo, anxious voices immediately came from the heart network.

"There's no need to be so anxious."

While speaking, Dukel did not stop moving his hands. He raised his chain sword high and was about to execute Skarbrand.

But at this moment, huge spiritual energy fluctuations came from not far away.

An extremely vicious and powerful psychic spell emitted from Fateweaver's hand and struck rapidly towards the original body.

Dukel instinctively swung the chain sword, trying to break up the spell.

But what he didn't expect was that the psychic spell suddenly changed direction - suddenly accelerated in mid-air, and then sank into Skarbrand's body.

boom! ——

Skarbrand's already severely injured and dying body exploded directly after being attacked by psychic spells.

The bloodthirsty demon was banished back to the warp.

"Hehehe"

Dukel raised his head, his long black hair dancing in the firelight, and he stared at the Fateweaver not far away, "You really know a lot, bastard bird!"

After sensing the murderous intent of his Primarch, Carlos turned and ran.

The demons belonging to the Crystal Maze filled its vacancies one after another, trying to prevent the original pursuit.

The berserker warriors of Khorne who had lost their archdemons were even more bewitched by the Chaos Wizards, and launched a fearless charge against the original body.

Dukel did not refuse anyone who came, and with the excited buzzing sound of the chain sword, he slashed forward.

The figure surrounding the flames walked like a ghost, everything along the way was torn to pieces.

Poof! Poof!

The violent force threw the broken limbs away, and blood continued to gush out along the torn wounds.

He waved his chainsword and walked straight forward.

Wherever he went, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Blood splashed like a heavy rain, and broken limbs were scattered everywhere.

Duker was in no hurry to pursue Carlos, since it had no way to escape anyway.

Whether it's a demon champion, a demon warrior, a cultist, or a demon.

He treats all demons who dare to stand in front of him equally.

In Duker's understanding, loyalty to the empire is nothing more than killing people, both the strong and the weak. Only in this way can it be called sound.

Time passed like this little by little.

I don’t know how much time passed.

"Run away, run away!"

"Stay away from him!"

"Who can help me!!!"

What Duker didn't expect was that these demons and cultists would also be afraid.

"So you are also afraid." Duker murmured to himself. The cloak behind him was soaked in the blood of the devil and became scarlet.

Another day, two days, three days passed.

"Run, keep running Carlos, this is the arena built for me by the gods themselves. No existence can escape me, so where can you run?"

As a venue carefully selected by the gods, everything here has long been blocked, and even the subspace passage cannot be used.

After all, how can a place that can be easily escaped be called a trap?

"Now it seems that I am the only one trapped in this world?"

After countless days of endless killing, the demons and cultists had completely collapsed. They fled in all directions. Some Khorne believers directly turned into Chaos Eggs on the way to escape, and some Tzeentchs The believers shouted, "I have a secret, and I want to trade it for my life."

But no matter what they did, Duker would just kill without saying a word.

Whatever they do or say, whether they turn into chaos eggs or lie on the ground pretending to be dead, they are all cut into pieces.

Charge, chop, keep charging, keep slashing.

As time passed, the chain sword in his hand underwent abnormal changes.

This chain sword followed the original body and drank the blood of demons along the way, including the blood of the great demon and even the evil original body. At this moment, it actually emitted a bloody red light in the dark world.

But Duker was unaware of this.

The long killing process made his mind go blank. At this moment, his whole mind was immersed in the killing.

He even forgot where he was and what he was doing, and just kept killing.

In this state, his mind became clearer and his movements became more efficient, like a killing machine with extreme precision.

In the selfless killing, he felt that there was a seed in his heart that was constantly taking root and sprouting, and all the killing was turning into nutrients, pouring into Duke's heart, making the power in his heart continue to rise.

But suddenly, he paused in swinging the chainsaw sword.

The scenery in front of him suddenly changed in a way that he could not understand. The dark world gradually disappeared, and the red flames were all extinguished. Instead, there was warm and gentle sunshine, a clear and wide swimming pool, and the swimsuit beauties around him

JK Lolita, cold senior sister, charming young woman, and even animal-eared girl

"Come on, what are you still standing there for?" A lingering and charming voice, a woman in a veil was about to hold Duke's hand while speaking.

Puff! ——

Duke's blank mind had not figured out what was going on, and his body followed his intuition and took the lead.

The beautiful head flew up, and blood spurted like a pillar.

"Ahhhh!!! Murder!"

Sharp screams suddenly rang out around, and the originally quiet and beautiful scene suddenly became chaotic.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Don't you recognize me?"

In the chaotic crowd, a little loli came over, her eyes were pitiful.

Puff! ——

Then, her head rolled on the ground.

"This person is crazy, call the police!!!"

"How could this happen?!"

"Classmate, calm down!"

Beautiful young woman, gentle senior sister, cold teacher, black silk maid.

One by one, the beautiful heads rolled down, and the clear and wide swimming pool became a pool of blood in an instant.

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"Fulgrim, your plan failed." Looking at the groups of succubi who were killed mercilessly, Tzeentch's ever-changing demon said.

"What went wrong? No. 2 is most easily drawn to killing. In fact, that is why he is indeed sinking in the long killing and is defenselessly trapped in illusions."

"What you should see at this moment is the beautiful things in your heart. Do you want to kill even beautiful things, brother?"

The demon prince frowned and kept muttering to himself, as if he saw something he couldn't understand.