2nd Primarch

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The flames exploded, and the violent force crushed everything around it into dust. Dukel vented his power like an angry lion, trying to stop the construction of the massive psychic array.

Under the ravages of the Primarch's might, it was as if doomsday had come to the Great Pyramid. The earth shook, dust billowed, and everywhere one looked, there was a sea of red flames.

But in the force that was enough to destroy everything, the azure runes leaped in the flames like elves. Some were burned out by the flames, but more runes were quickly replenished.

The massive magic circle seemed to be connected to the original power of the Supreme Heaven, constantly drawing from its supply. No matter how intense the Primarch's wrath, it could never completely burn it.

"It's useless, Dukel. This teleportation array is irreversible. The wisdom of the God of Knowledge is deeper than the Sea of Souls. No one can comprehend the mystery of this array, let alone stop it."

Magnus sat on the ground, not bothering to stand. He looked up at the magic circle's construction and continued,

"This magic circle will lead you to the place of death chosen by the Lord of Fate. Are those the children you chose after your resurrection?"

"What a pity, Dukel. They will die with you as your chosen ones fall before you, one by one."

"I really want to see how you and I are different under the teasing of fate. Pfft—"

Before Magnus could finish his words, Dukel punched him in the abdomen, forcing him to swallow his next words.

Then, as he looked on in shock, the Emperor's Second Son raised his right hand high, and infinite energy gathered in his hand until his fist was clenched, emitting a light more dazzling than a star. This punch hit the Shwedagon Pagoda so hard that the former City of Light let out an unimaginable wail.

Everything in the huge city was shaking. Hideous cracks continued to extend along the place where the punch hit, finally disappearing at the edge of sight.

"What is this?" The Thousand Sons and the warriors of the expeditionary legion lay prone on the ground amid the violent shaking. The power surging beneath the earth continued to vibrate. No mortal could stand on the earth at this moment.

Looking at the crack that stretched to the end of sight, as if splitting the entire world in two, admiration and fear unconsciously emerged in everyone's eyes.

In the dazzling light, like a star explosion, unimaginable power tore through the earth, through the steel, and through the rune protection that the Thousand Sons Legion had maintained for tens of thousands of years.

Until the entire Great Pyramid was torn apart!

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it felt like only a brief moment.

The shock and light of the explosion disappeared, as if everything that had happened before was an illusion.

Only the huge crack that shattered the entire City of Light told everyone—they were not hallucinating.

A huge rift split the city in two, separating the warring mortal warriors from the two demigods.

The two remaining halves of the City of Light were floating in the deep, boundless sky. In just a few blinks of an eye, they were separated by countless distances, with no possibility of being put together again.

The fire of the mind rose above the heads of the expeditionary legion soldiers and gathered into huge eyeballs, pointing the way like star torches. The almost tangible mental force field emanated from their pupils, protecting them from the invasion of the warp storm.

Dukel stood in front of the rift in the City of Light, watching the expeditionary corps go away.

"Magnus, if your master really wants me to die, he can be more direct—he could even arrange for me to fight him in a gladiatorial pit. There's no need to be so roundabout."

"But you did remind me of one thing."

"I am not afraid of any danger, but how can I let the children I choose accompany me into death?"

Dukel turned his head and gave his brother a rare smile—this expression seemed to say, "Thank you, brother."

"Puff—" Magnus could no longer hold it in, and the blood that had been stuck in his throat after Dukel's blow spurted out of his mouth.

He never expected that he could rescue his children in this way.

——Lord of Destiny, the cage you set this time may not be able to trap this beast.

Magnus thought silently in his heart. After witnessing Dukel's brute strength, he could no longer imagine what kind of animal net could catch this tiger.

Just as Dukel finished speaking.

Roar!—

An excited roar suddenly sounded.

In the northwest of the High Heaven, an endless, hazy blood shadow emerged.

The smell of blood, the bites of wild beasts, the clash of iron and fire. Multiple illusions appeared out of thin air around the two Primarchs. Everything in the Great Pyramid trembled. Every grain of dust was filled with rage as they fought each other.

Bravery, rage, loyalty, fearlessness. Everything that Dukel showed in this brotherly war made the Blood God ecstatic. He was eager to try. He was impatient. At this moment, he was afraid that the Primarch only needed to nod his head slightly and, with restraint, escape from Tzeentch's schemes, becoming the most beloved prince in the Brass Castle.

——You yelled "Ni Ma", but the Primarch ignored it and even cursed in his heart.

On the other side of the City of Light, the Thousand Sons and the Expeditionary Corps, separated by Dukel, did not continue to fight.

"We must return to His Highness!"

"This is a trap set by the gods. We must fight side by side!"

"Brothers, my father is still waiting for the rescue I am waiting for!"

Both parties were making preparations to return to their original bodies, and for a moment, they fell into an eerie harmony.

"Step back and follow your Highness's instructions to return to the real universe."

At this time, Efilar stepped forward and stopped the expeditionary force.

It is extremely dangerous to sail on this non-fixed route in the warp, where time and space are in chaos. The fragments of the Great Pyramid where the Primarch had been located disappeared without a trace in just a few words after separation. If they tried to search for them again, they would almost certainly get lost.

"No, we must return to His Highness. We can't just watch him fall into the conspiracy of the gods." Political Commissar Kane stood up at this moment and rejected Efilar's order.

"I didn't expect you to refuse." Efilar chuckled. "Aren't you always afraid of death?"

In response, Kane just shook his head firmly. "That's different. Your Highness is the hope of the empire. As long as we can make Your Highness return safely, it is worth it for all of us to die!"

"No matter how lost our hope may be, we must try!"

"You really impressed me." Efilar looked at him deeply, and then a powerful energy vibrated around her body, shocking everyone back.

"But this is not what Your Highness wants, so please step down."

"Return to the real universe, where countless worlds in despair are waiting for your rescue."

As she spoke, huge wings of fire began to burn behind Efilar, showing the posture of a living saint. These wings of fire, dozens of meters long, took her high into the sky with just a slight flap.

"I can go alone. If I can't come back..."

She turned her gaze towards the battle sisters.

"Sisters, remember to bring my singing to His Highness."