2nd Primarch

The sky is full of yellow sand, and the desert is endless.

Dukel walked through it. After a brief moment of confusion, he realized that this was a ritual of Khorne.

When the expeditionary force arrived on this world with Guilliman's team, the Primarch believed he had walked out of the gods' trap and achieved absolute victory. But he forgot that the gods' games last forever and never cease.

Dukel's footsteps soon paused. In the yellow sand not far from him, a Khorne Daemon appeared, roaring blasphemous words.

Behind the Great Demon was an extremely large Khorne Legion, including Bloodletters, Flesh Hounds, Khorne Warriors, Khorne Bloodgrinders, and Khorne Skullgrinders. One legion after another emerged, each consisting of 8,888 units.

Faced with such a huge Khorne army, the Primarch just chuckled and raised the chainsword in his hand.

"Is that all?"

"Sacrifice blood to the Blood God, and offer skulls to the Skull Throne!"

In the giant arena formed by the boundless desert, the demons of Khorne roared and charged, but their blades were directed at only one person.

"Come!"

Dukel was not afraid. He tore a bloody path through Khorne's legions and led the attack against the Daemon of Khorne.

Among the four gods' demons, Khorne is undoubtedly the strongest in terms of combat ability.

But in Dukel's eyes, the Great Daemon of Khorne was the easiest to kill. Whether in speed, strength, or combat skills, Dukel surpassed it in all aspects.

After a brief fight, Dukel found the opponent's weakness and used the chainsword in his hand to cut the demon in half. In this process, he didn't even need to use his superior speed or strength.

The demon's mountain-like body collapsed in an instant, followed by a one-sided massacre.

Each time Dukel killed a demon, a grain of sand in the vast desert was soaked with blood.

But there are countless grains of sand in the desert, and the grains raised by the Primarch's every action were in the tens of millions. How could he notice such a tiny change?

The massacre continued.

In just 22 hours, the entire Khorne army was completely slaughtered by him.

And after killing so many demons, the only damage Dukel suffered was a few insignificant scratches on his power armor.

However, what concerned him was that, during this battle, Dukel had not extracted the origin of chaos from any of the demons.

The Primarch soon realized that this was not reality or the warp, but a spiritual world created by the Blood God.

"Is that it?"

Dukel laughed disdainfully. His action was undoubtedly a provocation to the master here, but the Blood God did not get angry. In fact, aside from the occasional echo of the Blood God's hymns in his mind, the Lord of Skulls had shown no further action.

But soon, the Primarch discovered that the Blood God's ritual was not so simple.

Only 8 hours had passed.

The massive demon army reappeared in the rolling yellow sand.

"Sacrifice blood to the Blood God, and offer skulls to the Skull Throne!"

The demons of Khorne charged the moment they appeared.

"Come again!"

Dukel naturally accepted the challenge. He went forward with a smile, once again tearing a bloody path and rushing straight toward the Great Daemon of Khorne.

But this time, he keenly noticed that the big demon had grown stronger.

It was not in speed or strength, but in skill. This small increase was not enough to trouble Dukel. After a brief fight, Dukel chopped off the demon's head with a single sword.

Then, as before, the demon army was massacred.

This time, it only took him 22 hours.

Although the Khorne Legion's fighting skills had improved, they only left two shallow scratches on his armor.

Dukel silently counted the time in his mind. When the next demon appeared from the yellow sand, he noticed that this time, it came 8 seconds earlier than before.

When it comes to fighting, the Primarch has always been open to all comers. The demons returned from the yellow sand faster each time.

There would be no rest until the last moment. The big demon and the demon army that were killed in the last second would attack again from the void in the yellow sand in the next second.

Time had no meaning here. Dukel didn't know how long he had been fighting. All he knew was that in the endless battle, the entire desert was soaked with blood—everything from the vaguely visible mottled blood shadows to every grain of yellow sand.

He was fighting in a red desert.

The armor on his body was in tatters, and even his body, which seemed made of fine steel, was covered in scars of varying sizes from the battle.

However, this was a spiritual world. He could consume his mental or spiritual power to heal his wounds. Though his spiritual power wasn't infinite, when necessary, he could also extract energy from the mind network.

"Puff!"

In the red desert, Dukel tore the last Khorne demon in two. It was an ugly Bloodthirster. As it died, the last grain of yellow sand in the desert was soaked with blood.

The taste of blood was sweet at that moment, and the Primarch instinctively swung at the next target. But his chainsword found nothing.

After losing his target, Dukel quickly scanned his surroundings, searching for the trace of the demons—he longed for the fight, the simple joy of battle, and the blood. Losing his target, he greedily inhaled the sweetness of blood in the air. As the rich scent poured into his nostrils, the restlessness in his heart was slightly calmed.

He had forgotten how long he'd been here—was it a hundred years? A thousand? The killings every minute and second had made him feel addicted to it, like a drug.

But now, the demons no longer appeared.

"It's over." Dukel sighed in loss. At this moment, he was like an unsatisfied addict.

He sat carelessly in the blood-soaked desert. Only when the killing stopped completely did he feel the exhaustion that made him almost dizzy.

This was the first time he had ever felt truly tired since he traveled through time and space into this original body.

He checked his spirit and found that the evil thoughts of mankind, which he had been unable to transform due to absorbing human beliefs, had been reduced by two-thirds.

The long killing spree had actually eliminated most of the malice that even Dukel couldn't transform.

"So? Is this all you can do? Why don't you stop the ceremony? Or do you have more sacrifices to please me?"

Dukel sat in the blood-soaked sand, laughing at the Blood God's incompetence without restraint.

But aside from the hymns growing louder in his mind, the Lord of Skulls did not respond.

Until—

"Tick," "Tick," "Tick."

The sound of unhurried footsteps reached his ears.

After a long period of killing, it wasn't only the Khorne demons who had improved their martial arts. Dukel, too, had grown stronger through endless battle.

Just from the sound of the footsteps, he could tell that this was no ordinary warrior.

He turned to look and saw a figure completely shrouded in blood, walking toward him with a giant blade in hand.

"The demons failed to kill you, not even once."

The warrior, enveloped in a blood shadow, praised Dukel.

"Those weaklings alone can't defeat me. No matter how many times I kill demons, I'll never tire. When the sword in my hand drinks the blood of demons, I feel only pure joy." Dukel stared at the warrior with a burning gaze.

"You're the same. In my eyes, there's no difference."

"Really?" The lone warrior chuckled and pointed his giant blade at the Primarch. "Do you need me to give you some time to rest, Dukel?"

"No need. It's the same if I kill you first, then rest."