Chapter 98 98, Brother, Am I Here at the Wrong Time?

The warrior threw away the ugly, shrunken head of the vampire, as carelessly as if he were throwing away garbage.

He first glanced at the chainsaw sword in his hand, which was almost the same as the one in the Primarch's hand, and a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

Then he turned around and met the Primarch's delighted eyes.

For some reason, this fearless warrior suddenly became timid the moment he looked at the Primarch.

He walked out of the underground experimental site carefully. The moment he stepped out of the metal door, a warm and friendly feeling arose in his heart. At the same time, the genes in his body were frantically reminding him,

-He, that is your gene father, your father, he is there, not far from you.

The warrior walked with mixed feelings. He reflected on his actions just now. He recalled the look Duker gave him-he didn't know whether his performance satisfied the other party, and he couldn't be sure whether his gene father would accept him happily.

He even glanced at the chainsaw sword in his hand nervously. He was a little worried that he would be displeased by the other party if he used a chainsaw sword similar to the other party.

But no matter how he hesitated, he still walked to the side of the Primarch. When he walked around the last corner, he clearly saw the tall figure.

The other party was so tall and powerful.

Even though he had been transformed by the Primitive Space Marine, his height of more than two meters and six meters was still not as high as the other party's chest, and he was almost twice as tall as the other party.

The moment he saw the other party, his chaotic heart suddenly calmed down.

The warrior walked in front of the Primarch with firm and powerful steps, and his burly body collapsed like a hill, kneeling on one knee,

"Can I call you 'father', the great father of genes."

"Of course, my son, you can take care of me in my old age." Dukel was also amused by his actions. He was in a happy mood and rarely made a joke.

He walked up and patted the other person's shoulder. A dull and loud sound followed. As his palm continued to exert force, Duker's face also showed a hint of surprise.

At this moment, the force he used was enough to kill those weaker demons, but his first offspring remained motionless.

"You are so strong and powerful. How should I call you? Continue to use the number, Political Commissar No. 22? Or should I give you a new name?"

After hearing Duker's question, Political Commissar No. 22 suddenly raised his head. Although he did not speak, his eyes flashed with excitement and joy that anyone could see clearly.

As a soldier of Krieg, he had no name, only a string of numbers on the nameplate. He was born under the militarized management of Krieg and had never even seen his biological father.

But now, his life has been restarted. He naturally hopes that the great existence in front of him can give him a name full of blessing meanings like a real father.

"Hmm" Dukel also saw through his heart. He lowered his head and pondered, thinking about what name to give.

Then he slowly said,

"I once heard the name of a warrior in a certain world. That warrior broke into the demon's lair alone, destroying everything wantonly, making the demons who never knew what fear was all terrified."

"And that warrior is called Doom. This is not just a name symbol, but also a heritage of faith."

"My son, I hope you can continue the faith of this great warrior from this name, and once again make the demons who never knew what fear was afraid."

"I will not let you down, father!" Political Commissar No. 22, or should be renamed Doom. At this moment, he had tears in his eyes, and his body and mind were filled with great joy.

In the culture of the empire, giving the name of a great hero or warrior to one's own offspring is a manifestation of respect and expectation.

Only children who are favored at home can get such treatment.

And the name of each of the empire's original bodies is derived from ancient myths.

Even the name of Dukel comes from the angel who controls "life" beside God.

Dum never thought that he could get such an honor.

He was excited for a while, but Dukel's words did not stop, but continued,

"My son, your wings are full, enough to fly freely over the vast sea of ​​stars. Your power is so great that he will make you invincible."

"Even my blessing can't give you greater power. But I still have something to give you."

While speaking, Dukel stretched out his hand to Shivara beside him,

"Give it to me."

"Ah? What?" The captain of the Psychic Guard was still immersed in the father-son relationship of the original body, and was moved. Unexpectedly, Dukel suddenly stretched out his big hand to her, which immediately startled her heart.

"The doll you made, I know it is worn on you." Dukel said.

"Your Highness, you actually knew?!" Shivara was shocked at first, then he pursed his lips, reluctant to take out the doll he carried with him.

"Okay, I'll obey your wishes, Your Highness."

After taking the doll, even Duker couldn't help but take a breath. My goodness, this doll is 90% similar to him.

It's true that the higher the position, the greater the courage.

Duker took a deep look at his captain of the guard, and then handed the doll to Dum.

"This is..." Looking at the exquisite doll lying in his hand, which was only about ten centimeters long, Dumu looked confused and didn't understand what it meant.

Then, he grasped the chainsaw sword in his hand and looked at Shivara beside him.

——Did my father mean that I should show mercy to the nun?

Thinking of this, his body tensed up. As long as his father gave him a look, he would jump up in an instant and cut the nun who dared to make such a blasphemous doll and tarnish the image of the original body into pieces.

But obviously, he misunderstood what Dukel meant, and only heard the Primarch continue to say,

"My son, you are the sharp blade of mankind, the divine weapon that destroys all evil. You walk in the flames of war, and you strike at the anvil of struggle."

"You are the divine guard of the empire, but you are also my beloved son."

Dukel patted his shoulder and instructed,

"I never doubt your ability, let alone your will, but I hope you-"

"Even if you fight, don't forget to take care of yourself."

"Even if you kill, don't forget your original intention."

"Destroy the evil leaders of all enemies, and don't destroy the original heart of human nature."

"You should have your own life, interests and hobbies after fighting, just like Shivara and the nuns, instead of using yourself as a tool for killing."

Dukel talked with his offspring until late, and then he returned to the mechanical workshop and recorded all the parameters of this experiment with Gris.

The surgical transformation is still going on, and it is much smoother than the Primarch imagined.

Perhaps it is because every soldier who undergoes the surgery has the technology of biomagnetic field·50,000 horsepower, and there has been no record of death since the surgery.

Even if the surgery fails, they can still survive. Except for being weak and needing to rest, there is no danger of life.

This result made him very happy.

But this does not mean that he can produce unlimited Primaris Second Legion soldiers.

The reason why the soldiers of the Second Legion are so powerful is not only because of their enhanced technology, but also because of the assistance of the Heart Network.

Each soldier is equivalent to a subset of the Heart Network core, and they all have the ability of the weakened version of the original body.

In order to prevent them from falling into a state of out of control like the second original body, each Second Legion Space Marine needs at least one thousand Heart Network members to share the negative emotional erosion suffered when absorbing faith.

And the number of people in the Heart Network is only close to 500,000.

In other words, even if the operation is so successful, Duker can only produce nearly 500 Second Legion soldiers in the short term.

Fortunately, as the number of Heart Network members gradually increases, the number of places in the Second Legion will also increase accordingly.

"It seems that it is necessary to attend the celebration that Guilliman mentioned." Duke thought silently in his heart.

When he was on Ophelia VII, he also held a similar celebration. Every time he showed up at the celebration, the number of Heart Network members would surge for a period of time.

I don't know how Guilliman is preparing.

Thinking of this, Duke simply went directly to the Regent's office.

Intended to ask about the preparations for the celebration.

But when he pushed open the door, he saw his brother, the great Regent, the monarch of the Five Hundred Worlds, lying under the table, not knowing what he was doing.

But from his ferocious expression, he was very hard at this time.

This weird behavior made Duke laugh directly, and he smiled and asked,

"Brother, am I here at the wrong time?"