Warhammer 40k : Starting as a Primarch

The rumor about the plan to invade the Ork network spread rapidly through the Ork Legion and developed in increasingly outrageous directions. At this time, Dukel and Gris were in the laboratory, studying the living samples of the green-skinned Orks day and night.

And they had achieved good results.

——This is a subnetwork independent of the Warp, or in other words, a local area network.

——The network has a source that acts as a server and transit station.

——Every node in the network can radiate energy as a port and combine into a huge force field.

That's right, this is the mind network (bushi), the Waaagh! force field of the greenskins, damn it, this is the source of this network.

It was so similar to the Heartnet that even Dukel was amazed.

Of course, it is not completely consistent. For example:

——The firewalls of the two are not the same. The firewall of the mind network is the faith and soul noise of fanatics; the firewall of the Waaagh! force field is a technological product of the ancient saints—Ork genes and powerful psychic resistance.

The above are the biggest similarities and differences listed by Dukel.

If the "Original Truth Fragments Theory" he had previously deduced is valid,

These similarities mean that the two gods or ancient saints hold primordial fragments similar to Dukel's essence.

This gave Dukel the idea of invading the Waaagh! force field.

There was no other way. It was too difficult for him to break through the single-cell enhancement technology relying solely on the force field of the Ork Legion.

During the days of experimentation, Dukel clearly felt that as the rumors spread, a large amount of Waaagh! force fields were acting on him.

But it had almost no effect on him.

With just the force field of the Ork Legion, it is quite easy to enhance a mortal or green-skinned Ork to the point where he can defeat a Warlord.

But if you want a demigod like a Primarch to be enhanced to a higher status, that would be a bit too much to ask.

After all, the two gods have been blessed by the Waaagh! force field for so many years, and even if they work together, they can only defeat one of the four gods.

In order to obtain greater blessings, he must invade the Ork network and even replace the two gods!

This may seem like a crazy idea, but it is not impossible.

After all, everyone's nature is similar, Dukel thought, I can do it too.

As the Lord of the Heartnet, he knew too well the consequences of a LAN invasion. Therefore, both the Heartnet and the Ork Network had firewalls that were almost impossible to cross.

The dual tests of the Heartnet's faith and soul noise can help Dukel control the souls of every member of the Heartnet. Even if the Great Demon of the Gods enters the Heartnet, he will be twisted into the Great Demon D in an instant.

The Ork network has set up barriers based on race, and every individual Ork has an amazing resistance to negative energy in the Warp, which eliminates the possibility of invasion at the root.

But no matter how thick the wall is, it is not airtight.

Dukel kept calculating on the draft.

Based on the differences between the two firewalls, he quickly came up with a general plan for the invasion.

——First, you need to pull an Ork into the Heartnet.

——Second, transform the individual into something similar to a living saint, and give Dukel's essential characteristics.

For this, the container must be strong enough, at least at the level of a battlefield Warlord or above. Ordinary Orks simply cannot withstand his infusion.

——Finally, he would throw the container back into the Ork network and unify all the Orks as the Ork leader.

Under Dukel's calculations, a bold and crazy plan gradually took shape and was constantly being refined. With the support of the mind network's computing power, every possibility was filled.

At this moment, the Primarch had fallen into the state of a mad scientist. His serious and almost insane behavior made Gris, who was standing beside him, feel a little emotional.

There has never been a shortage of scientific lunatics in the Adeptus Mechanicus, but the Great Magos of Forging had never seen anyone so bold and crazy in all his long years.

But Gris did not stop him and even took the initiative to contribute computing power to the Centripetal Network to help the original body's calculations.

In his opinion, this plan was feasible, and the benefits would be enough to shock the entire galaxy.

Not only could it push the Great Primarch to a higher status, but it could even help the Imperium and permanently eliminate the troubles caused by the greenskin Orks.

As for greater possibilities, it's not that there are none, but this great sage did not even dare to think about them.

Suddenly,

Dukel's eyes flickered.

It was a communication sent by Efilal through the Heartnet.

"Is there anything wrong?" Dukel asked directly after connecting the communication.

"Your Highness, there is an Astra Militarum soldier who wishes to see you."

"Astra Militarum? Efilal, I've been very busy lately." Dukel did not stop moving his hands while speaking.

He picked up a thick injection needle and inserted it into the Ork's spine with a "pop," pulling out an entire tube of spinal cord.

He walked toward the analysis equipment.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but this Astra Militarum soldier wants to join the expedition and has important information that I must hear in person. And..." Efilal paused before continuing,

"And I recognize that this Astra Militarum soldier has the ability to join the Expeditionary Corps."

"I see."

Buzz!

Dukel used a medical electric saw to cut open the greenskin's abdominal cavity, revealing a unique plant-like organ. He suspected that this organ, and its accompanying nervous system, played a role in resisting the negative energy of the Warp.

"In that case, please help prepare them. I'll be there in an hour."

"Yes, Your Highness."

One hour later...

A special Astra Militarum force wearing black and gray uniforms and bird-beak respirators landed on the expedition flagship, the Soul Fire.

Each of them had a gloomy temperament, and their eyes hidden under the respirators were deep and dim, like the abyss.

They moved like a group of well-trained statues, with no vitality or emotion in them.

When they stepped onto the bridge of the Soul Fire, the atmosphere around them became as cold as if they were immersed in glacial water.

Even in the air they disturbed, one seemed to faintly smell the faint stench of blood.

When Dukel arrived on the bridge and saw these well-trained soldiers, he originally had no hope, but suddenly his eyes lit up.

"It's the Krieg Army?"

The Primarch's voice rang out in the silent atmosphere. In the previous war, although he sensed a group of mortal soldiers behind him, the distance was too far, and the smoke and dust blocked his view, so he could not accurately identify them.

Seeing this legion now was a great surprise.

Although they were just a group of mortal soldiers, their fighting style was definitely the one that best fit Dukel's own.

This legion was not uncommon outside the Great Rift, with countless Krieg soldiers sent to the battlefield each year.

But in the Great Rift, with their style of fighting—winning regardless of casualties—it was a miracle that they had survived amid the scourge of aliens and heretics.

"Your Highness, have you heard of our deeds?" After hearing the Primarch's words, Political Commissar Krieg was somewhat flattered. This soldier, who was so indifferent that he was almost a weapon of war, now trembled with excitement.

"Of course, your deeds are written all over your bodies." Dukel praised without hiding anything. "I can even smell the scent of blood and fire. This is the smell of war, and it is also the best medal of honor for a soldier!"

After hearing his words, this time not only the Political Commissar but all the Krieg soldiers became excited.

The creation of this legion was the result of a rebellion by the dictator of Krieg. In order to atone for the dictator's heresy, each member of the Death Korps has committed to seeking redemption; for this reason, they willingly go into the most deadly war zones and regard their own death battles as atonement for their predecessors' sins.

And at this moment, one of the Emperor's sons, the great demigod Primarch, had expressed his recognition of them so plainly.

All the sacrifices and efforts were worth it at this moment.

"Commissar of the Krieg Corps, reporting to you, sir!"

The Political Commissar gave Dukel a standard military salute with great seriousness.

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