The Chaos Fortress's defenses were not enough to resist the upgraded Imperial technology, and were directly blasted to pieces by the thunderous railgun.
The expeditionary force filed in through the gap created by the bombing, tearing the enemy's bodies into pieces with the weapons in their hands.
When all the demons in the fortress were driven back into the warp, the expedition declared that they had recovered the first lost world.
Dust from the flames of war floated in the atmosphere.
There was no cheering or celebration from the victorious human army.
Instead, they continued on their journey with firm steps.
There are still more worlds to save, and it's not time to rest yet.
In the Imperial fleet arranged in a rectangular formation, floating in the outer orbit, the engines of some warships once again spewed out roaring flames, leaving behind comet-like tails.
The huge expeditionary fleet was now divided into several small and medium-sized fleets, heading to many nearby worlds to carry out reinforcement or rescue missions.
The parliament formed by Duke also sent governing officials to stay in these worlds to carry out post-disaster reconstruction.
Restoring human prosperity on the ruins of the world is an equally arduous and dangerous task.
Dukel did not set sail with the fleet, but stayed briefly on Nanlis, a world ravaged by Chaos.
The arrival of the Primarch was naturally welcomed by the survivors.
These people of the Empire, who survived the massacre by the forces of Chaos, had not yet recovered from their pain.
The Primarch walked beside them and could easily sense the sadness and suffering in their hearts.
The invasion of Chaos completely changed the fate of these survivors. They lingered in the disaster, losing their close friends, relatives, flesh and blood, and partners. They only hoped that the souls of the deceased could receive guidance from the Emperor after death, return to the Supreme Golden Throne, and never be harmed by Chaos again.
Behind Dukel, the Imperial priests sang hymns to the Emperor, giving people the courage to face Chaos.
The Primarch asked the Battle Sisters guarding beside him to step back and walked into the crowd.
He was now strong enough and no longer had any flaws that could be targeted.
The lowly assassination attempts could no longer harm him or cause him to lose control. In a head-on confrontation, no matter if it was his former brothers or the great demons of the Gods, he was confident that he could easily crush them.
Dukel's spiritual power gently soothed the fear and anxiety in the hearts of the people of the Empire.
The Emperor's second son was not good at speaking. He could feel the sadness in these people's hearts, but for a moment, he could not think of any words to inspire them.
He could only comfort them in his own way.
This process had to be meticulous. As the master of the Heart Network, his mental power alone exceeded the total of nearly 100,000 members of the Heart Network.
If the output efficiency was not well controlled, it would not only fail to have a soothing effect, but also scatter the minds of these mortals, completely turning them into zombies and causing a huge disaster.
But at this time, a situation occurred that Dukel did not expect.
A woman came running over, holding her child in her arms, her voice trembling with fear.
"Your Majesty, the great demigod, please bless my child. Even though his father was just a factory worker, he still fought the demon until the last moment of his life. Please bless my child so that his father can also be blessed and rest under the Golden Throne."
There were tears in the woman's eyes, and the dirt and bloody scars on her body told of the suffering she had endured.
In order to protect her and her child, her husband died at the hands of demons. Those demons even desecrated her husband's skull and crushed it with disdain.
She was only about 1.7 meters tall, and long-term suffering had made her skinny. The nearly five-meter-tall Primarch standing in front of her was taller than a two-story building in her eyes, and his majestic body in power armor was like an iron tower.
This huge gap, just standing here at this moment, exhausted all her life's courage. Her heart was filled with panic and trepidation. She lowered her head, afraid that her humble self would be hated by the demigod.
She was even more afraid that her reckless behavior would cause displeasure to the Primarch and bring him curses. There would be no place for the mother and child despised by the Son of God in this world.
But the nightmare she had imagined did not come true, and fortunately, she did not raise her head. Otherwise, she would have seen the brief helplessness shown by the Great Primarch.
The usually aloof His Highness had never expected such a scene to happen. After being at a loss for a moment,
Dukel grabbed the cloak behind him and carefully wiped off the remaining demon blood on the power gloves.
After making sure his hands were clean, he bent down and carefully picked up the baby in the woman's arms.
At this moment, even Dukel couldn't help but marvel at the magic of life.
The tiny life lay in the palm of his hand. Its tiny body was even smaller than his palm, but it was able to survive in such a cruel world.
As a trace of spiritual power was infused into the baby, an innocent smile appeared on the baby's face. His clean eyes were out of tune with this world full of blood and killing.
"This is my brothers and comrades, the hope we guard, the hope of the Empire. The greatness of life has never been about whether it is strong or not, but that it never gives up."
"The suffering brought by the demons should not be passed on to them. I wish him the best, and I also wish all my fellow humans who are struggling in the midst of suffering."
"My child, I wish you will no longer have to endure the suffering that we have endured. I wish you can freely bathe in the light of the stars, walk under the glory of the Golden Throne, and never lose your way forward."
Dukel held the child carefully in his palm, fearing that even a little force would damage this most precious treasure that represented hope for mankind.
Under the influence of the original body's great power, the baby's tender but malnourished face became plump at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his skin became fair and flawless with a healthy tone.
The fullness of the body restored the baby's childish nature. He tottered and climbed in Dukel's palm, dancing and expressing his joy.
This young life had lived in disaster since birth, and the suffering had left indelible scars on his body and mind.
But now, all of this had been healed.
As the people looked at the child's innocent and pure smile, their eyes became red involuntarily. The giant figure holding the child in his hands performed a miraculous scene, which brought them endless courage and confidence.
When the woman took her child back, her hands trembled with excitement, and she couldn't help but want to kneel on the ground and worship the Son of God in front of her with the highest etiquette.
But she was stopped by Dukel.
"Don't kneel down." Dukel said softly. "You will have to protect your children from the wind and rain in the future. How can you kneel down to others so easily?"
The Primarch stood up, his tall body straight.
"The survival of the Empire still requires the joint efforts of each of us. How can we easily bend our backs to shoulder such a heavy responsibility?"
Although there was no long speech, the people still felt the power of Dukel's words and stood up one after another, cheering even more vigorously.
The hesitation and anxiety were dispelled by the cheers of humans, and the eyes of the survivors gradually became firm.
After a long time, the hopeful cheers of mankind once again resounded throughout the world.
Fate, like a gear, began to turn again, and this time, even the Gods could not predict its final direction.