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

The violent power of chaos was completely aroused, and the demons suppressed by Fulgrim's emotions were completely released. The powerful power even made it difficult for Fenus to cope with it.

Fulgrim thrust the blade into Fainus's chest, his eyes red. Feinus screamed, feeling that his life force was constantly passing away. He fell to his knees, and the fire blade fell from his hand.

Looking at the seriously injured Fainus, Fulgrim raised his weapon. His hands trembled, his lips turned white, and an uneasy breath came out of his throat. He didn't want to kill Feinus, he didn't want to see his good brother die in front of him.

At that moment, the picture in front of him became extremely clear. The surrounding battlefield was filled with horrific artillery sounds and rain of bullets. Broken steel and ashes mixed with hot soil stirred up in the sky, turning into dark raindrops and hitting each soldier's armor heavily.

Everyone went crazy, traitors and loyalists killed each other. Horus stood high on the battlefield, his guards alert to the attacking Iron Hands warriors.

A cannonball fell behind Horus, illuminating the gloomy sky above him. Black clouds composed of the dead and gunpowder smoke outlined four indescribable outlines. A trembling feeling swept through Fulgrim when the four outlines appeared. .

"What have I done?" Fulgrim asked himself.

The next moment, the long sword in his hand was swung as if it was alive. He tried his best to stop it but failed to change the outcome. The stabbing sword smoothly cut through Fenus' skin, flesh and bones until a head rolled off the body.

The joy of the winner was washing over Fulgrim's soul. At that moment, he did feel an unprecedented joy. But when he lowered his head and saw the cold corpse, he realized that the happiness he had gained was so false.

He fell into heavy sorrow. He knelt on the ground, holding Feinus's head. No matter how the cannons roared in his ears, his brain went blank in shock.

"I can help you forget him...so you can be free..."

A whisper came, and Fulgan accepted the devil's suggestion in a daze. He locked his soul in the corner of his body, just like all patients with deep depression and autism, and was deaf to what was happening outside the window.

Later, his soul was sealed in a painting. Lucius, who was completely eliminated by Lin Fan, discovered this and led other members of the Emperor's Children to try to rescue Fulgrim's soul.

Fulgrim, who regained his body, did not bring the warriors back to the arms of the empire. He may have gone crazy after Faenus's death, or he became as indifferent to everything as Perturabo, but no matter what he himself is, Whatever he was thinking, he led the Emperor's Children beyond the limits of Slaanesh's corruption.

He said to his confused heir, "Everything is in a cycle of continuous accumulation and focus, whether it is the lowest organic creature or the highest emotional animal. Under the right conditions, everything will become More beautiful, more perfect, more complex... If you accept that the universe is constantly evolving towards that final, perfect and complex state, then anything that stands in the way of that progress is evil. Likewise, anything that promotes Everything in this process is good. I am constantly moving towards that perfect complexity, and you who are hindering my ascension are the evil ones. I am the only good person in this room..."

When Lucius asked what the end point of the cycle was, Fulgrim just said lightly, "Some people call it godhood, some people call it nirvana..."

In the future, Fulgrim led people into the Eye of Terror. He had long lost his desire to control the legion, even though these children wanted to stay with their father.

He showed a more free and unrestrained temperament than Khan, experienced all the novel ways of playing in the subspace, and had a twisted combination of narcissism and love with the great demon of Slaanesh.

At the end of all emptiness and torture, Fabius saw the pain of the Primarch, and he tried to clone Faenus to alleviate the Primarch's pain.

The cloned Faunus excites Fulgrim, who needs the approval of his best friend.

"You are my brother, Fainus. I am willing to live and die with you, why are you unwilling to do something for me in turn?"

"You are not my brother."

"I will always be your brother!"

Fulgrim killed the cloned Fernus like a sick boy, and once again suffered the pain of killing his brother. He wailed and coughed up blood, holding Fernus' head and going crazy. He stared at Fabius, and the hatred in his eyes made the pharmacist tremble. Finally, he said word by word, "Continue... cloning..."

The ending of every clone is the same. Fulgrim is filled with joy to see his brother, then kills him in grief and despair, and finally madly orders Fabius to create the next one.

Fabius felt sorry for the Primarch...he had always disapproved of Fulgrim's pursuit of perfection. He witnessed everything beside Fulgrim, watched the Legion regain its life, watched the Legion fall into the abyss, watched the Legion fall apart, and watched his original body change from a monarch worthy of kneeling to an indescribable space. eel.

He rejected the Four Gods of Chaos, believing that the Four Gods were nothing more than a tide that rose and fell with the rise and fall of the universe, and did not possess the absolute independence possessed by gods.

Fabius resented all the chaos caused by the Great Rebellion, but he was deeply grateful for the good scientific research environment the rebellion created for him. He could finally flex his muscles and put any experiments that violated the moral bottom line on the table.

He hoped that humans could become better and created a large number of modified creatures to explore this path. In his vision, the new humans were far stronger than the Astartes and could become the absolute main force in fighting back against Chaos and the aliens.

But he didn't forget his little craftsmanship, and he cloned a Primarch from time to time for fun. Cloning the original body is not a simple matter. There are far more failures than successes. Even if he succeeds, he can't understand why he succeeds. It's like he just hit the random data with a huge base number.

The clone Fulgrim was born, one of Fabius's most successful works, exactly the same as the original Fulgrim. But the bad thing is exactly the same.

Fabius has done many Primarchs, Horus, Lorgar, Angron. He sought to hand these Primarchs over to their heirs in order to end the Legion's war and reunite the scum that had once been shattered.

Facing the vision of Fabius, Clone Fulgrim said that he would be different from his original body, and he would not succumb to the imperfection of betraying his father and killing his brother. These firm words spread throughout Fabius's body, even giving him the uneasy feeling of kneeling.

The Empire actually has such a thing as legal aliens. If you issue a certificate, stamp your identity, and have an employer guarantee you, you can keep a low profile in the Empire.