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

"Oh? Do you miss your children so much? They are traitors...blasphemers whose souls have been infected by Chaos..."

"Shut up!" Fulgrim shouted, interrupting Trazin's words. He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Release them."

"Okay, okay...this is going to be fun."

Trazin clapped his hands, and the scene in front of everyone became illusory. Amidst the buzzing sound, a group of Chaos Space Marines who were ready for battle suddenly appeared in the room. They were stagnant by Trazin, like lifelike statues, from The rotten and withered markings on their shoulder armors made it clear that they were the Emperor's Children.

Human skin and various accessories are just the most prosaic decorations on their armor, and the Chaos pollution of Slaanesh's characteristics is well displayed on their bodies. The Emperor's Son, who is not wearing a helmet, has a smooth and rounded head. The pink flesh is stretched taut by the nails pierced into the head. The face lacks details. The eyes are like dark pearls. Except for a little luster under the reflection of light, they are all. No pupils can be seen. The mouth and ears were replaced by loudspeakers, and a smooth and dark tongue poked out from the gaps.

Lin Fan frowned. He had not seen the dark side of Slaanesh for a long time. Although Slaanesh now tried to restrain her crazy and indulgent side, this contaminating corrosion would still exist. He raised his hand to stop Jaghatai's movements and looked at Fulgrim and Trazin.

Trazin snapped his fingers, and the Emperor's Children were released from stasis.

"Damn Spider! You can't do this!" one of the Emperor's Children yelled, waving a scimitar made of skin and sinew, their senses still stuck in the time when they were trampled by Trazin.

The eyelidless eyes of the Emperor's Children rotated, receiving all the information. They were confused, nervous, painful, and joyful. These emotions were displayed from their armor and various accessories on it. Their depraved appearance made Khan pinch him again and again. The hilt of the knife in hand.

"Children, I'm here." Fulgan spoke softly, with care and apology for the children in his tone.

The Emperor's Children were drawn to the sound, the gentle voice they had lost for too long, the loneliness of the soul they had endured for too long. The leader of this group of Emperor's Children, Ikenex looked at Fulgrim with a smile on his face, his throat croaked with joy, and he knelt down towards Fulgrim with a sense of happy awe.

"Father?" Aikenex stretched out his hand. He looked at Fulgan's perfect figure and felt that his current image was so filthy and disgusting. "Father...is it really you? You are back...you came back..."

Fulgrim walked towards Aikenex, not dissing his armor with flesh on it, "I remember you, Aikenex, I remember you and I were in Byzance..."

"Yes! Yes! Father... I have always followed you. No matter where you go, I will follow you. They are the same..." Aikenex's eyes that could not shed tears were filled with regret and Longing, spurting out blood in trembling, other Emperor's children also followed Fulgrim's footsteps forever in the joy and sorrow of seeing their father again.

Trazin was videotaping it, and he didn't want to miss any details.

Jaghatai frowned. He did not expect Fulgrim to treat the fallen Space Marines like this.

Efreni and Elafren were eating melon nearby.

Only Lin Fan sighed as he watched the interaction between Fulgrim and the Emperor's Son. The Primarch naturally suppresses the Astartes warriors in terms of strength, and also has absolute influence on their descendants in their genes...

Look at Perturabo, he was not a good father in general. He is paranoid, irritable and demanding. He does not allow his children to show weakness in anything or make mistakes in battle.

This harshness caused many Iron Warriors to suffer unnecessary losses. They worked hard under Perturabo's toughness and longed for Perturabo's recognition and approval.

Just as Perturabo longed for the praise of the Emperor and his other brothers, so his children longed for their father to show them an ounce of tenderness.

When Perturabo received the legion and issued the order to kill eleven, his descendants also silently completed this cruel task, and understood Perturabo's expectations in the torture of smashing their brothers to death with their fists.

"War is clear, cold, merciless, and blind. I will be as indestructible, unstoppable, and above all indifferent as steel. I will be what Perturabo wants me to be—he leads me to believe that A proud heir, a heir that he will cherish—otherwise I will have nothing.”

However, Perturabo's descendants still saw clearly Perturabo's stubborn character. After all, they inherited Perturabo's talent for logic. During the rebellion, the Iron Warriors produced the largest number of loyalist fighters. When the loyalist fighters heard the news that Perturabo was seriously injured or even dead, they sighed: Maybe this is not bad news.

If it were other legions, the original body would have even greater influence on its descendants. For example, Angron's World Eaters Legion, this group of warriors who struggled to pursue their father's approval, gave Angron the Butcher's Nails, and made Angron feel better by feeling his father's pain.

But Angron doesn't care about this. His sanity has long been torn to pieces by the pain caused by the Butcher's Nails. He is suffering all the time. Every breath and every beat of his heart will drag him towards losing his sanity. The madness goes deeper.

Even so, the World Eaters did not give up on their father. After Angron became a demon, his material form became extremely unstable. He needed a lot of slaughter and blood to solidify his body, otherwise he would be rejected by the world and sent into the subspace. In order to let his descendants Angron remained in reality, constantly seeking out populated Imperial worlds to slaughter.

Primarchs who are not friendly to their offspring can make warriors willing to die. Needless to say, those primarchs who are friendly to their offspring and even kneel down and make promises to their offspring can be very attractive.

Fulgrim was one of them, and the fall of his Legion was inseparable from his. Those emperor's sons who rebelled may not be to oppose the emperor and the empire, nor to show their faith to the evil god, but more to hope that they can stay by their father's side, just like Ikenex said: No matter you Wherever you go, we will always follow you.

The Emperor was too far away and too great to approach, but the Primarch was in constant contact with the Legion. This contradiction between loyalty to the Emperor and loyalty to the Primarch became one of the reasons for the betrayal.

There are many people in Warhammer who are unscrupulous, but the purpose is pretty good, and Fabius is one of them (but he may be crazy, who knows)