Warhammer 40k : Starting as a Primarch

Dukel felt that his relationship with the Emperor of Mankind had become exceptionally straightforward.

The Emperor didn't treat him as a son, and Dukel didn't treat the Emperor as a father. With this mutually understanding "father-son" dynamic, they could skip the pleasantries and get straight to business.

For instance, addressing the matter of the original body's lost memories.

But just as Dukel was about to press for answers, a sudden disturbance occurred.

"Boom!——"

A resounding psychic tremor echoed through the immaterial space of their communication. The connection wavered, growing increasingly unstable, as if some immensely powerful will from the outside sought to invade their sanctum.

At the same time, four colossal and ominous shadows flickered in and out of existence within the psychic arena.

—Your old friends Khorne, Slaanesh, Nurgle, and Tzeentch have applied to join the group chat.

"Fething Warp-spawn! Did they smell the warp energy and come running?" Dukel muttered, his face darkening.

"I concur. They are indeed scum." The Emperor's golden aura pulsed briefly, a flicker of rare humor.

The Emperor spoke hurriedly, aware of the intrusion. "As you can see, time is short. I must be brief."

"Dukel, child, you have performed admirably thus far. Keep going."

"Continue rallying the faith of the Imperium's people before the point of no return arrives."

"...Time... running out…"

The psychic connection destabilized further, the Emperor's voice fragmenting and becoming chaotic. Yet Dukel managed to grasp the core of his words.

Moments later, the communication collapsed entirely, and Dukel's consciousness returned to the material plane.

Reflecting on the Emperor's cryptic message, Dukel murmured, "So, old man, you're saying I don't need to rush back to Terra and should focus on winning over the hearts of the people first?"

"And what did you mean by running out of time?"

He frowned. Could it be that after millennia of being venerated on the Golden Throne, the Emperor was nearing his limits? Was the Master of Mankind about to rise from his golden 'toilet' to drown humanity in his radiance?

"And those four Warp-fools... Damn them!"

The memory of the four intrusive shadows darkened Dukel's mood. The Emperor's psychic blessing had created a connection that was nearly impervious to disruption. For the Ruinous Powers to breach it spoke to their insidious strength.

Dukel gritted his teeth. He had hoped to learn more secrets buried in the past, yet the Four Gods had ruined the opportunity.

Still, there was no time to brood.

He redirected his focus to the mortal realm.

In a prayer chamber, a senior nun knelt in supplication, awaiting Dukel's blessing. Deprived of the Emperor's grace, her mortal body was rapidly failing. Only Dukel's intervention could sustain her.

Efilar, once a proud and devout Sister of Battle, was now gaunt and emaciated. Yet, despite her frailty, her posture was resolute, her eyes closed in silent prayer.

Efilar was no ordinary Battle Sister—she held the rank of Canoness Superior, a leader among the Sisters of Battle. Only a step away from sainthood, she had abandoned the Emperor's blessing and aligned herself with Dukel.

This was akin to resigning as a high-ranking executive in the Emperor's vast organization to join Dukel's fledgling startup. She had willingly endured the immense cost, betting everything on his promise.

Dukel would not let her down.

With deliberate intent, he began the ritual to transform her. Unlike the generalized blessings he distributed via the Heart Network, this would be a direct and personal empowerment.

"Let's begin," Dukel murmured, his will descending fully into the room.

Life Magnetic Field · Full Amplification.

Psychic Enhancement · Level Three Fetal Breathing Technique.

Soulfire Infusion · Maximum Intensity.

Mind Matrix · Full Synchronization.

Warpfire Series Psychic Enhancements · All Channels Open.

Under the weight of these enhancements, Efilar's frail body began to change. Her emaciated form filled out as raw power coursed through her.

Though Efilar had remained stoic throughout her ordeal, she couldn't suppress a soft gasp as the overwhelming energy reshaped her.

Her mind and will surged to incomprehensible heights, and yet Dukel was not finished.

After the standard enhancements, Dukel hesitated.

The Heart Network Feedback Module, which siphoned a fraction of the practice progress of its members, was a tool of immense power. However, he knew this energy could easily overwhelm Efilar's mortal frame.

"Let's start with 0.1%," Dukel decided.

Efilar flinched as the unimaginable force entered her body. Her iron will kept her grounded, though the strain was evident.

Satisfied she could endure more, Dukel increased the feedback rate.

"Let's push it to 0.2%."

Efilar's scream echoed through the sealed chamber as cracks formed across her glowing skin, releasing plumes of crimson energy.

"She's nearing the threshold," Dukel muttered. "One last push."

From the depths of the Immaterium, Dukel summoned a fragment of his Primarch essence—a shard of energy so infinitesimal it barely registered against his own power.

The fragment transformed into a radiant orb, piercing through the veil and into Efilar's being.