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

There is a saying in psychoanalysis, "When choosing a mate, the template of the partner is a substitute for a certain self-example that we ourselves cannot achieve." Both Fulgen and Fainus saw in each other what they wanted to pursue. Perfect, it is not difficult to understand the close relationship between the two of them.

Faenus gave Fulgrim a golden sword, and Fulgrim gave Faenus a heavy war hammer. Fulgrim praised that the sharp blade made by Faenus could only be compared with the fiery blade held by Nuada in Celtic mythology. Faenus praised that the warhammer made by Fulgrim could only be wielded by Thor, the God of Thunder. The two smiled at each other during the business exchanges, and gave each other the weapons they forged as gifts to show that their friendship would last forever.

However, Faenus also had some objections to Fulgrim's pursuit. He always felt that building marble statues and various exquisite paintings in battleships and fortresses was a bit fussy. Fulgrim just smiled faintly and complained that Fenus looked like an evil animal. Gorgon, all she can think about is fighting and killing.

Faenus also fought back forcefully when facing Fulgrim's teasing. He said: "I'm going to beat you here in front of everyone." Faced with the straightforward and barbed threat, Fulgrim just smiled faintly, and the friction between the two It seems harmless, just like a mockery between friends, but being too polite may seem unfamiliar.

But Fulgrim is sensitive and narcissistic. His perfection cannot be insulted or blasphemed by anyone. Even if he does not show any hostility, deep in his heart, at the bottom of the ocean of unconscious emotions, there is a The flames of indignation that can burn everything.

The tattered history books of the Empire state that Fulgrim fell due to the temptation of Slaanesh. Inquisitors with access to distant history rail against the temptations of daemons and the threats of Chaos. They swore that they would be loyal to the Emperor and forever loyal to the great cause.

The birth of the Slaanesh Demon comes from the complex flow of emotions. The more sensitive and unaware Fulgrim is, the more powerful and beguiling the Slaanesh Demon he can subconsciously create.

In the name of imperfection, he destroyed all the murderous alien races, and in the name of perfection, he picked up the murderous sword enshrined in the temple. From that moment on, the monster created in his emotional ocean was released along the stinging sword, piercing his deepest narcissistic flaw.

Later, Fernus offended Fulgrim again. In his eyes, this was a friendly way of communicating between brothers. However, in the eyes of Fulgrim, whose self-emotions were amplified, he only heard Fernus' insult and ridicule of his art. .

The flaws of his own character and the temptation of the demon of Slaanesh were inseparable. They formed a spiraling circle until Fulgrim was overwhelmed by the news of his offspring and headed to the edge of corruption.

Fabius's research continues, but Fulgen has no patience to wait any longer. Because the Blight began to spread again, Fulgrim was deeply frightened by the imperfection of his offspring. He was afraid that the Empire knew all this, and he was afraid that other brothers would judge him...

Multiple mental blows overwhelmed Fulgrim, and the news that Horus was preparing to rebel made him even more panicked. He found Horus and loudly asked what his best friend was going to do.

I don’t know if it was Horus, or the demon residing in the assassinating sword, or even Fulgrim’s self-consciousness who was speaking. They were whispering and tempting. They were telling Fulgrim a perfect path, a path so perfect that it could surpass the Emperor. path of.

Fulgrim hesitated. He longed to be as perfect as the Emperor all the time, or even surpass the Emperor. He approached Horus and listened to his brother's words.

"Only when humans fully accept Chaos can they know true perfection." The more Fulgrim believed in this, the more pale and fragile the Emperor's plan seemed.

The Emperor tried everything he could, from persuasion to massacre, so that no one in the new Empire would know about the existence of Chaos, and let mankind be ignorantly intoxicated in the beautiful lies of the Empire's truth until he was ready for everything, until he He believes that human beings are capable of withstanding the impact of chaos, and only then will he let the veil that covers the truth fall to the ground.

He thinks well and does things unscrupulously. But this resulted in the new empire knowing nothing about Chaos. Even the Thousand Sons who studied psychic powers only thought that the things in the warp were another form of alien existence, let alone the Emperor's Sons who were not interested in spiritual beings. Able to study legions that are poorly understood.

They danced in an orgy of music, mortals and Astartes screaming in incomprehensible joy. The picture in front of them became more and more colorful, and the corruption of Slaanesh came to the corner of reality through the whisper of the brain. Soon, an artistic exchange would descend towards massacre. None of them felt anything was wrong. They did not know that this was Contaminated by chaos, they only know that they are happy now...happy enough to forget all their sorrow...

The first batch of fallen Noise Warriors stood beside Fulgrim. Their images had changed greatly. Except for the color of their armor, there was no trace of their past glory and nobility at all.

Fulgan was very satisfied with them because they were holding novel instruments that he had never seen before. He was satisfied with his offspring's new creation, believing it to be a sign that Chaos was inspiring his perfect nature.

On the battlefield of the brothers' civil war, Fulgrim extended an olive branch to Fainus. He longed for his brothers to join his team and explore the ultimate perfection together.

"Perfect? ​​Damn you really make me feel sick, you damn traitor. Only one of you and I can leave the battlefield alive."

Fulgrim was furious at Faenus's merciless scolding. He could not tolerate Faenus trampling on his understanding of perfection again and again. He rushed towards Feinus and smashed the warhammer in his hand again and again.

Fernus resisted and ridiculed. If he was willing to have a good chat with Fulgrim and persuade Fulgrim to turn around with brotherly love, then Fulgrim might really wake up in the love of brotherhood, and he would realize the perfection he pursues. How crazy and scary.

It's a pity that Faenus didn't. He was tenacious and unyielding, mocking Fulgrim's unstable spirit with absolute rage. Fulgrim fought with roars. The two of them were close to the limit but did not hold back. Every move was aimed at killing each other.

The Furnace Breaker and the Flame Blade, two weapons that symbolize friendship, collided in hatred, and both Fulgrim and Fainus were injured. Faenus supported his body, and he staggered to the side of the injured Fulgrim. He looked at Fulgrim pitifully, and pierced Fulgrim's neck with the flaming blade while wailing. But Fulgrim didn't know where the strength came from, and he pulled out the murderous sword that contained the devil.

Fulgen in ancient times