2nd Primarch

The interaction among the members of the Heart Network became lively once again.

Dukel silently peeked at the screen. Seeing the cheerful atmosphere, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relaxation.

Just then, a comment caught his attention:

"Great! The entry-level mind training technique has finally been updated. I've reached the third level of the subconscious mind. I was worried about how to obtain the subsequent techniques before."

"The progress of cultivation is so fast? My learning ability is a bit poor—I'm only at the second level now. It seems I need to switch to a super brain to assist me."

"I'm also at the second level. With the help of the super brain, my subsequent practice should go much smoother."

The super brain assistance allows members of the Mind Network to temporarily utilize its computing power to enhance their learning ability during practice. This significantly accelerates their progress.

"Wow, they're all progressing so fast?" Dukel muttered to himself.

He typically avoided sifting through the memories of Heart Network members, finding neither the time nor the interest to do so.

Still, he hadn't expected that the mind cultivation technique, available for only a few days, would already have this group of Imperial warriors advancing to the second level of subconsciousness. Then again, it made sense upon reflection.

Living in a world like Warhammer, individuals with fragile minds and wills wouldn't survive long—let alone join a Star Wars group. Dukel had to admit that he had underestimated the abilities of these Imperial warriors.

"In that case," Dukel decided, "I'll derive a Heart Network feedback module. All the spiritual energy gained by members through practice will be fed back to me via the network."

"As for the feedback percentage, let's set it at 1%."

One percent might seem negligible, and most members wouldn't even notice such a slight deduction. But given the sheer number of Heart Network members, the accumulated feedback energy would be substantial.

Using the computing power of the Mind Network, Dukel began deducing the feedback module. The results came swiftly, surprising him. He hadn't expected the module to establish so seamlessly.

But Dukel quickly tempered his excitement. As the Heart Network expanded, he realized it still lacked a trading module.

"If I could construct a trading space where members can transfer items across vast distances, the Mind Network's utility would far exceed its current capabilities," he thought.

However, this remained a long-term aspiration. Initial deductions revealed that item teleportation required traversing the subspace, necessitating the establishment of a structure akin to the webway.

This wasn't a problem solvable by computation alone. A safe territory within the subspace would have to be carved out first, as the risks of encountering malevolent entities during transmission were too great. Subspace teemed with demons, especially under the Emperor's Golden Throne, where enough were entrenched to form an army.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

A knock at the door broke Dukel's train of thought. Efilar entered the room.

Her days of comforting the wounded seemed to have softened the battlefield aura she carried. The elder sister, with her white hair and silver armor, radiated a sense of holiness and nobility. Her steps were firm, her expression imbued with unwavering devotion to the Emperor.

"The work of comforting the wounded is nearly complete," she reported. "Is there anything else I can do?"

Facing Dukel, Efilar's tone remained pious. To her, the Primarch before her was the true spokesperson of the Emperor, sent to save humanity and the Imperium.

"Did you encounter any obstacles during the process?" Dukel inquired.

"No, everything went smoothly," Efilar replied.

Dukel nodded but offered no further comment. "Come with me for a walk and tell me about the state religion," he said.

Efilar, though friendly in demeanor, wasn't ideally suited for tasks requiring gentleness. However, she saw Dukel's request as an honor. Her excitement was evident as she trembled slightly while responding, "It would be my pleasure, Emperor's Child."

As Dukel and Efilar exited the State Church Temple, the hum of colossal machinery filled the air. This world, ravaged by Chaos invasions, was healing rapidly. Now a Second Holy Land, it was entirely devoted to the worship of the Emperor, with mile-high cathedrals, towering bell towers, and streets lined with statues of Imperium saints.

The survivors bustled with energy. For them, surviving the war and witnessing the Holy Primarch's resurrection were celebrations worth every moment of joy.

While overlooking the rejuvenation from a small airship, Dukel and Efilar discussed matters of the state religion. Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden scream echoing from an alley below.

Dukel frowned and turned toward the source. In the alley, a ragged little girl lay sprawled on the ground, surrounded by several thugs. One had drawn a dagger, seemingly intending to kill her.

Dukel's surprise wasn't at the brutality but at the girl's remarkable psychic talent. Though psychic abilities could yield immense power, they often came at a grave cost. The Imperium's harsh stance on psykers reflected this reality, with regular testing ensuring those with strong talents were either weaponized or destroyed.

Realizing the danger of her talent going unnoticed and uncontrolled, Dukel acted swiftly. He leapt from the airship, landing with a thud that left two deep footprints in the ground. A mere wave of his hand sent the thugs flying more than ten meters, their lives uncertain.

"Your Highness, the Primarch!" one thug stammered, trembling in fear.

"Great Emperor's Son, this girl is a heretic!" another pleaded. "She's the daughter of a devil and deserves no sympathy."