2nd Primarch

The dark, silent, lost world was once a paradise for humans, but now, the demons have slaughtered everyone here. Only the rotting bodies lying on the roadside and the bloodstains long dried upon the ground tell of the evil deeds that have occurred.

A warband led by the bloodthirsty Great Daemon of Khorne himself is wreaking havoc in the ruins of human cities, destroying everything in its path to find the Primarch.

But this is bound to be difficult—trying to find a deliberately hidden Primarch in an entire world is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The demons had never imagined that the Primarch would send away his legion and come alone to respond to the gods' invitation.

Although this caused the Primarch to lose the support of the Legion, he also lost his restraint.

Without the restraint of the Legion, the Primarch quickly disappeared into the darkness after landing, launching deadly attacks on the demons like a venomous snake.

Under the constant attacks of the Primarch, the demons now felt more like prey—if they needed sleep, they'd have to sleep with one eye open.

"Careful!"

A shout suddenly rang out.

The Khorne demons immediately gathered around the bloodthirsty demon with vigilance.

For several days, whenever the demons were about to be attacked, this unexpected warning would appear, like a death notice, making them tremble with fear.

Just as they became alert…

"Left!"

The death cry sounded again.

The Khorne regiment immediately looked to the left. After the experiences of the past few days, the demons knew that although the death cry was terrifying, its warnings were true.

Several bloodthirsty Khorne demons rushed into the darkness on the left, and after they sounded the alarm, the bloodthirsty demon led the others away.

After passing through the darkness of the world, they soon came upon a tragically violent scene.

The corpses of dozens of Khorne demons and cultists lay scattered across the ruins of the human city, as if crushed by a giant creature. Each one had met an incredibly grisly end.

The blood flowing from their broken limbs had yet to coagulate. The bloodthirsty demon leaned over and used his fingers to feel the temperature of the blood.

The warmth at his fingertips proved that just moments ago, right under their noses, a group of Khorne believers had been slaughtered.

"Damn it, come out and fight me!"

The bloodthirsty demon roared. The Khorne believers were not afraid of death, but the feeling of powerlessness made them furious.

"Watch out behind you!"

The voice of death rang out again. This time, even without the warning, the bloodthirsty demon could clearly hear the screams of Khorne believers hundreds of meters away.

In less than two seconds, he arrived at the source of the sound, but all that remained was hundreds of dismembered limbs and broken bodies of demons scattered across the ground.

"Later!"

The bloodthirsty demon spun around.

"No, watch out for your head!"

The demons obeyed his command and looked up.

This time, they finally saw it—but this was probably not a good thing. In their sight, a giant taller than a building, holding a flaming chainsaw sword, was crashing toward them like a fireball in the dark world!

The flames completely ignited the darkness, burning everything in sight. In the bright firelight, the Primarch's power destroyed all the chaotic creatures in front of him.

Like a storm, it swept through the demon formation, bringing death equally to them all.

The buzzing chainsaw sword swung up and down, unstoppable, and brilliant flames spread everywhere, lighting up the sky and the sun.

Every time the Primarch threw a punch, an enemy would disintegrate.

In Dukel's flames, thick explosions rang out, blood rained down, and all the demon enemies were shattered like puppets wherever the Primarch passed.

The rage in the bloodthirsty demon's heart could no longer be contained.

It raised its battle axe high, ready to launch a head-on attack on the flaming figure.

But the fire flashed behind it in the blink of an eye.

"Magnus, can you shut your stinky mouth? Do you believe I can sew it up for you?"

"Brother, before you say that, can you please turn off this damn force field of yours?!"

"No, you're still being picky."

The owner of the flame walked farther and farther away, leaving the bloodthirsty demon still holding its battle axe high, never having the chance to strike. Its body shattered like a pile of building blocks.

And in its heart, a long-lost fear emerged. After this defeat, it could not return from the subspace as before. Instead, it would fall into eternal extinction and return to its original source.

Strands of extremely weak but infinitely powerful energy penetrated into Dukel's body like thousands of threads.

Each time he killed a demon, he gained a point of strength. Most of the time, these increases were extremely weak and didn't bring him much nourishment. However, in this lost world, the thing that was least lacking was demons!

The slaughter was ongoing almost every moment, and Dukel's power grew with every passing second.

This made him almost addicted to it. At times, he even thought about killing Magnus, who was still hanging from his waist with a knife.

After all, he was too noisy.

He had been chattering non-stop since Dukel had chopped off his head. Maybe it's because he could only move his mouth now?

"Duke, remove this damn force field. I feel like I'm almost cooked! Also, can't you use psychic spells? The meat flakes thrown by the chainsaw sword are flying into my mouth."

"If you shut your mouth, nothing will fly into it."

Dukel said, somewhat speechless.

As for the mental force field, it was impossible to turn it off.

As a mental barrier born in the human heart, the force field had a strong dispersing effect on the negative energy of the warp space. This, in turn, led to Magnus being tortured by mental energy every second while hanging from Dukel's waist.

Fortunately, Magnus was a daemon, and these psychic energies weren't fatal to him. If he were a regular demon soldier, he would have been dispelled long ago after being in the psychic field for so long.

But even so, Magnus's already red skin had turned the color of a cooked shrimp, and wisps of black smoke were rising from his head.

Dukel could hear him shouting that he was "cooked."

Dukel glanced at him and almost couldn't stop himself from laughing at the sight of smoke coming out of Magnus's head.

However, Dukel maintained the mental force field not just to torture Magnus.

The soul and essence of the daemon Primarch were contained in the mental force field, which not only suppressed his psychic powers but also blocked his connection with the Lord of Change.

If it weren't for the effect of the force field, Dukel's actions of carrying Magnus would have been as conspicuous as a real eye stuck in his body in the eyes of the demons.

At that moment…

Hum—

As the Primarch took a step forward, a dazzling azure psychic array suddenly lit up, and countless psychic chains appeared out of thin air, wrapping around the Primarch's body like pythons.

"I have seen your future. You are doomed to destruction."

The two voices sounded almost simultaneously.

A hunched figure, like an old man, appeared. Under the wide robe, he had a body similar to that of a bird, with huge wings spread out behind him. Two voices, almost identical, came from his two bird-shaped heads.

It was Tzeentch's ever-changing daemon lord—Carlos the Fateweaver.