Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Receiving the news that the Ark was safe and sound really relaxed Efreni's tense nerves a lot, and Lin Fan could see that her brows relaxed a lot. Trazin still pestered Elafren, taking out all kinds of weird things from the pocket space in exchange for the video in her hand.

"Video~ Do you want it so much?" Elafren narrowed her eyes, holding a recording crystal in her hand, "Then you have to help us find something."

"Looking for something?" Trazin stopped taking out things and replied, "Then I have to listen to what you are looking for first. If it is beyond my ability, I can't help you."

"We are looking for a guy named Fulgen. Every time I ask Chagatai who Fulgen is, he always shakes his head and refuses to say more..."

"Fulgrim?" Trazin and Lin Fan exclaimed at the same time, "Is that guy possibly in the Ghoul Star Region?"

After saying that, the two people looked at each other. Trazin could read Lin Fan's various questions from his eyes, but Lin Fan could not tell anything from Trazin's cold electronic eyes.

Lin Fan dragged Trazin to a remote corner, "She can't be referring to your collection of clones, right?"

"You also know this? Then why do you..."

"Clones are clones after all and cannot be used seriously." Lin Fan waved his hand, indicating that he was not interested in Fulgrim's clones. Those clones only inherited the genetic characteristics of the original body and did not have any subspace characteristics. exist.

Hearing that Lin Fan was not interested in his collection, Trazin calmed down. He quietly said to Lin Fan, "Maybe we can find it. The genes of the original body have a very special connection. There will be a kind of connection between the offspring and the original body. The mysterious attraction... It should be possible to create this sense of connection between the original body and the original body... Do you want to try it first?"

Lin Fan thought for a while and thought he could ask Chagatai and Perturabo for their opinions, so he sent them a message. Ten minutes later, the two original bodies stood in front of Lin Fan.

Chagatai's face was rosy and he looked very excited. Perturabo's expression always showed a sense of pride that his plan had been accomplished. Without asking more about the relationship between the two, Lin Fan informed the two Primarchs that Trazyn had been able to search for Fulgrim.

"That would be great if it was true."

"But you two have to...be patient for a while..." Lin Fan reminded the two original bodies and asked them to swear on what they recognized most and swear that they would never be angry.

Jaghatai narrowed his eyes, looked at Trazin next to him, stretched out his hand and swore to the wind of Chogoris. Perturabo stretched out his hand and swore an oath to Odemair.

"Who is Odemair?" Jaghatai asked.

"None of your business," replied Perturabo.

Trazin shook his head and raised a shield for himself. He did not believe that the original body in front of him could remain calm in the next scene.

The crack was torn open by Trazin, and a cylindrical jar was pulled out. Trazin raised his hand to cancel the stasis field and opened the jar.

There is a sleeping beauty sealed in the jar. Although it can be seen from the details of the body that this person is male, the sense of beauty exuding from his body is universal. Only beasts with insufficient brains to support their appreciation of art will think that this person is The appearance is unremarkable.

Her hair was as shiny as if it had been plated with bright silver, and her body had perfect muscle lines. It doesn't make the person look slender and weak, nor does it make him look like a strong brute.

Jaghatai's lips trembled, and Perturabo's eyes widened. They recognized at a glance that the person in front of them was Fulgrim.

"You damn alien!" Jaghatai drew his knife out of control and slashed at Trazin. Perturabo lifted the man in the jar, stretched out his arms with professional medical equipment, and quickly Check Fulgen's physical condition.

Trazin watched the knife hit his shield, creating shaking ripples, and sighed, saying that he knew it would be like this, "I'll leave everything here to you, I'll go avoid the limelight." After Lin Fan finished speaking, Trazin disappeared from Jaghatai's eyes through teleportation.

"We have to catch him! I'm going to grind him into powder and feed it to my horse!"

"Jaghatai, please calm down first. This is not the real Fulgen, this is a clone..." Lin Fan grabbed Jaghatai's scimitar and told him not to chop violently.

"What? How dare that damn alien play with my brother's genes like this?"

"It wasn't him...it was Fulgrim's men who did it..."

Perturabo was also upset listening to the exchange between the two. He told Lin Fan and Chagatai to shut up and not interfere with his medical monitoring.

After an unknown amount of time, the medical instrument on Perturabo's arm beeped, and Fulgrim, the clone lying in the tank, woke up leisurely. He exhaled a thick breath and his eyelids trembled slightly. When he opened his eyes, he felt the light was a bit dazzling. He subconsciously raised his hand to dim the light, and the hazy eyes gradually became clear.

"Fourth brother..."

The first words Fulgrim spoke almost made Perturabo throw him to the ground. Perturabo's face was twitching more and more fiercely, and the muscles that controlled his expression were doing their best to contain his anger.

"Fulgrim..." Perturabo said through gritted teeth, trying not to strangle Fulgrim to death with his hands.

"Fourth brother!" Fulgrim shouted even more sadly. He lay down from the jar and hugged Perturabo's body tightly. Although his skin had wounds and bruises due to the sharp edges and bulges of the armor, He still didn't let his hug lose any strength.

A sad sob escaped Fulgrim's throat, and a tear full of brotherly love fell on Perturabo's cold armor, adding some warm softness to it.

Perturabo was very embarrassed. He didn't know how to deal with this scene. His anger towards Fulgrim suddenly turned into hesitation and emotion. He pursed his lips, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "Ahem... Fulgan..."

Fulgrim, who was reminded, realized his gaffe. He let go of Perturabo from his arms and placed his hands on Perturabo's armbands. His eyes were like shining gems due to the presence of tears. Perturabo looked at the scars left by Fulgrim because he hugged him hard, and sighed helplessly. He sprayed potion on Fulgrim's body, making the wounds and bruises fade quickly.

"I'm sorry for you...fourth brother..."

"If you say anything about fourth brother again, I will..." Perturabo wanted to give Fulgrim a slap in the face, but seeing the sad and guilty look on Fulgrim's face, he didn't slap him. He just snorted and turned his head without looking. Fulgrim glanced.

Fulgrim saw that Perturabo didn't want to look at him, so he laughed at himself, "That's right, I did such an outrageous thing to you, how could you possibly forgive me..."

Fulgrim's fall is so complicated that it's hard to explain in just a few words.