Long before the rescue operation on this planet was launched, Dukel and the Imperial Think Tank had already finalized all the strategies and tactics for dealing with various emergencies.
The Think Librarians, also known as the Psionic Librarians, are members of the Astartes who possess psychic talents. They serve as a think tank, providing strategic guidance and advice to their superiors.
For the expeditionary force, rescuing the planet was not difficult.
Therefore, the Primarch Dukel had time to run out and play.
That's right, carrying out the theoretically most difficult rearguard mission and facing the World Eaters, led by the Champion of Khorne, alone—this intensity was just a piece of cake for him.
But now, he was almost injured while playing.
It has to be said that the Primarch really underestimated these Khorne worshipers. These demons were not toys for him to play with but the elite among elite warriors.
"Bang!--"
Dukel tightened his power-gloved hands, and the head of the Khorne Champion in his grip suddenly exploded like a watermelon.
Blood splattered, and the body of the Khorne demon twitched a few times before it could no longer move.
Dukel began to get serious.
Face these demons as you would a warrior.
"Come on, warriors of Khorne, fight me!" Dukel said with his head held high. His tall and straight body was bathed in the light of the stars of this world, like an unshakable sculpture.
He stepped forward, the steel-like muscles in his power armor surging with strength. Every step he took left a deep footprint on the solid road, and the ruins of the city trembled slightly, as if they could not withstand the power of the Primarch.
"You are qualified to fight me, and now I will give you respect and honor."
The Khorne demons looked at Dukel's completely different state from before. Not only did they not show any fear, but their eyes became more excited, and even more crazed and bloodthirsty.
Yes, that's it. This is exactly what they wanted.
By relying on their bravery, they gained the recognition of the Primarch and the qualification to fight him in an open battle.
The Blood God would therefore favor them more.
Supreme glory, right now! Kill!
A squad of Ultramarines evacuated from the war zone. They did not meet Dukel, but they learned from the Legion channel that the Primarch had come in person to cover their retreat.
They wanted to turn around and return to the war zone to support the Primarch.
But almost all of them were seriously injured, their power armors were extensively damaged, and their physical strength was exhausted. Even if they went, they would only be a burden.
"Praise the Emperor, the Emperor's Son actually came to cover our retreat." The Ultramarines captain sighed. "Please don't let anything unexpected happen."
Faced with thousands of ascended World Eaters and several Champions of Khorne, how long could even the Primarch hold out?
They only hoped that Dukel could fight and retreat, delay the pursuers, and then quickly withdraw to the defense line.
This was also the safest tactic.
Suddenly, a team of Battle Sisters blocked the way of the wounded.
"How is it? How far are the pursuers from here?"
They were a group of Battle Sisters lying in ambush here under the command of Sister Efilar.
Not only their team—there were many other teams lurking nearby, and they had laid a large number of traps, ready to strike at any opportunity.
"The World Eaters haven't caught up yet. We learned from the Legion channel that they were temporarily intercepted by His Highness the Primarch," the Ultramarines Captain said solemnly.
"But we can't predict how long he can last, so I hope you can be prepared."
"We have already made all the preparations," the Battle Sister said. "How many pursuers are there?"
"Thousands of World Eaters and about ten Khorne Champions." The Ultramarines captain's voice was firm. "Can you handle them? We just need emergency treatment, and we can continue to join the battle and stay to help you!"
In truth, they were already very tired.
It wasn't just the physical injuries, but the more serious one was the mental exhaustion.
In their current condition, even after emergency treatment, they would be in great danger of death if they took part in the battle. But they obviously didn't care about these things, as long as they could contribute a little bit of their own fighting power.
"No need. You should go to the rear to receive treatment. There is a corps of Medical Sisters led by Sister Efilar herself," said the Battle Sister in charge of the ambush.
The number of pursuers was still within an acceptable range.
"I see."
Both of them were interstellar veterans with rich combat experience, and they reached an agreement on the arrangements after just a few words.
The Battle Sister in charge of the ambush was from the Holy Monastery of Ophelia No. 7. She possessed impressive strength and, most importantly, she was very intelligent.
In this operation, she served as the adjutant to Sister Efilar.
After obtaining intelligence about the pursuers, she began to command the deployment of more ambush points in preparation for possible battles.
"There are too many wounded soldiers evacuated from the war zone. The Ultramarines have suffered serious damage on this world. The Medical Sisters' Corps cannot afford to lose anything. With my current strength, it is not easy to defeat the pursuers. More traps are needed as supplements."
"You don't need to worry too much about His Highness Dukel's safety."
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The Battle Sister was thinking in her heart. She had seen the fighting power of this demigod Primarch on Ophelia Prime. With the power of that prince, it would not be a problem to withdraw safely.
After setting up the defensive line, the Battle Sister held her grenade launcher tightly in her hand, waiting for the pursuit of the Khorne demons.
"Come on, cubs of the World Eaters."
"Let me give you a hard time!"
At this moment...
"Die!"
Dukel roared and punched a Khorne Champion, sending him flying hundreds of meters away.
Then he withstood the attacks of the World Eaters warriors and threw a punch, which pierced through the wall of the ruined city and hit the demon behind the wall.
Bang! Bang!
Countless Chaos Spears fired at the same time, but they lost their blessing in the psychic force field and only smashed the power armor on the Primarch's body with a loud bang.
After being briefly suppressed by the Blessing of Khorne, these weapons became very weak, like a breeze blowing on your face.
Buzz!
Dukel took out a specially made chainsword that was more than two meters long. Amid the buzzing sound of the chainsword, it was as if an illusory fire of the soul was burning.
The chainsword imbued with soul fire was like a weapon from hell, bringing the worst nightmare to these demons.
As the chainsaw sang, every time the sword was slashed down, the blood that rolled up presented a gorgeous scene like a painting!
Even if one were lucky enough to escape and was only cut with a small wound, the spiritual fire attached to it would act like a maggot, eating away at the bones and could not be dispelled.
Dukel held the chainsword in both hands, raised it amidst the buzzing sound, and then—chopped it down heavily!
The violent force pressed the air, and when the sword fell, the barrier between the physical universe and the warp was twisted and trembling.
The fire of the soul, like a fire dragon, surged out!
Psionic energy, mental power, magnetic field propulsion. With the enhancement of various technologies, the fire dragon composed of the fire of the mind spread wantonly and devoured everything in front of it!
The Khorne demons were terrified, and they raised their weapons to parry hastily without time to dodge, trying to stop it.
But it was of no use.
The ferocious fire dragon devoured the city ruins, spreading backwards to a distance of nearly one kilometer.
Those weapons blessed by Khorne were devoured by the fire of the soul, and the negative energy of the Warp contained in them was burned up in an instant, before the warriors themselves were completely consumed.
The Khorne Champions were all shocked at this moment.
"Is this what the Oracle said? The Primarch who was revived out of control?"
"What a joke!"
"This is the fucking Primarch?!"
Angron, the father of the World Eaters and the twelfth Primarch, also possesses power that is unimaginable to mortals, but it is far from being this exaggerated.
At this moment, even if someone told them that the Emperor Himself had come, they would still believe it.