Warhammer 40k : Starting as a Primarch

The Temple Square was bustling with activity.

Clergy sat cross-legged on anti-gravity platforms, composing sacred verses and magnificent hymns, singing songs of praise to the Emperor and the Primarch with all their might.

Holding a long whip with sharp barbs, he kept striking the nun who had redeemed herself, kneeling and punishing herself devoutly to show her loyalty.

In this square, the loudest voices came from the state religious groups. They prayed and sang together, creating a deafening sound.

The Bishop of the State Religion arrived, surrounded by monks. A large number of assistants and mechanical servants accompanied them, like stars surrounding the moon, coming to the position closest to the platform.

Their noble status allowed them to admire the glory of the Primarch up close.

The Sisters of Battle were stationed on the commanding heights with their bolters.

The loyal daughters of the Emperor watched everything in the square with vigilant eyes, always ready to eliminate the enemy.

This was a rare moment of carnival since the world had been traumatized by Chaos.

In the bustling square, everyone vented their long-pent-up emotions in this carnival.

At a certain moment, the entire square fell silent at once.

Everyone raised their heads at the same time, looking up at the tall figure walking out from the platform.

The nearly five-meter-tall body was clad in heavy power armor.

The handsome, resolute face under the medium-length black hair and the bright eyes were filled with an inextinguishable fighting spirit.

With such obvious features, coupled with an aura that could not be ignored, even people with little knowledge could easily recognize the majesty of this Emperor's son.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, with countless eyes on him.

Duker looked at the crowd.

In his eyes, every person in the square was connected to him by a solid bridge of faith.

These bridges of faith intertwined like countless tentacles, forming a giant network with him at the center.

Pure faith was transmitted to him at all times, and under the transformation of the system, his strength was slowly and steadily enhanced.

And at this moment, in the underground secret room of the square, thousands of people on the arrest list by Heart Network members were now imprisoned there.

They had all been accused by intelligence agencies of corruption, improper organ trading, withholding allowances, tax evasion, and maintaining militias.

Ironically, in these sinners, Dukel could still see their loyalty to the empire.

The boundary between the warriors who fight for the empire and the parasites who corrode it seemed unclear.

But no matter what, these people would die here today.

Dukel would have to use their heads.

"It is a pity that I have to personally order the execution of my compatriots today, when the war has just ended and the wounds have not yet healed. But I must emphasize that the laws of the empire are sacred and cannot be violated."

After Dukel's voice fell, dozens of law enforcement officers stepped forward.

They held long scrolls in their hands, reading out the name and crime of each sinner.

The sheer number of crimes committed by these criminals and the brutality of their actions astonished the people present.

Many civilians who had been oppressed could not help but sob quietly at this moment. The suffering they had endured in the past now became the charge for executing the criminals.

After each criminal's report was read, the executioner would drag the prisoner out and hang him.

"I refuse to accept this, Your Highness! I have killed three demons with my own hands!

I have followed in your footsteps in the battle against Chaos!

The scars of battle will never heal on my body, but whenever war comes, I will still choose to take up arms and fight for the empire!

Now you want to execute me. I refuse to obey!"

A strong man, clearly transformed, pushed the guards aside and looked up at Dukel, roaring loudly.

But he hadn't finished speaking yet.

"Bang!"

From the commanding heights, smoke rose from the grenade launcher in the hands of the Battle Sister, and a single grenade blew up the criminal who dared to roar at the Primarch.

The broken flesh and blood exploded into blood-red flowers in the square.

This scene immediately made the others in the square take several steps back.

Someone recognized the identity of the sturdy man. He was an extremely powerful lord whose territory covered three rich worlds.

He could take whatever he wanted in those three worlds, had the right to dominate the lives of billions, and controlled immeasurable wealth.

But such a powerful figure was exploded into a pile of blood and flesh in front of everyone.

The death of such a noble lord so easily made everyone feel unreal.

But this was not the end of the executions, it was just the beginning.

Corpses were hung on the gallows.

Dukel watched all this with cold eyes.

He was now aware of the power these people held, and that was why he wanted to execute them in public.

The huge and complex forces behind these people intertwined like roots and rhizomes.

It could be said that it was deeply rooted and difficult to completely eradicate.

They ensured the smooth operation of the empire, but they also pushed the empire into the abyss bit by bit.

Dukel was not good at politics, and even the Second Primarch himself was not skilled in it.

But it didn't matter, his goal was not to get involved in politics.

Today, the human empire was surrounded by enemies. Chaos demons and countless alien minions were ready to tear all humans into pieces.

From the beginning to the end, Dukel's only goal was to fight against these human threats.

He knew clearly that all he needed were the elite members of the Heart Network and the general public to provide manpower.

As for these upper-middle-class termites that affected his plans.

Those who oppress the people, kill! Those who illegally trade organs, kill! Those who shake faith, kill!

In Dukel's eyes, these were all useless people. Just kill as many as you can.

In front of the absolutely loyal members of the Heart Network, these people's power could not protect their lives at all.

Kill them all and replace them with someone loyal enough.

Dukel's ultimate goal was to unite all the strength of mankind to fight against Chaos and aliens together.

As one powerful noble after another was hanged, noisy discussions were heard in the square.

Everyone was talking to each other—some were happy, while others were afraid.

Until the last lord was hanged.

Dukel stood in front of the stage again.

All the voices died down again, and countless eyes were filled with complex expressions that were difficult to conceal.

The harshness of the Emperor's second son was an eye-opener for everyone.

"When I woke up from my ten-thousand-year slumber, countless people were watching me all the time.

Look, this is the Emperor's Son, the hope of the Empire! He is the savior of everyone! He can do anything!

He will crush the minions of Chaos and defeat all enemies of humanity. He is a hero and he can save everyone."

Dukel's bright eyes scanned the crowd, and his trance-level spiritual energy surged, making his words full of extraordinary appeal.

"I'm sorry to tell you, I'm not a hero, and humanity has never needed a savior!"