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

What Fabius fears is not the desire to surrender, but the pursuit of perfection that is exactly the same as the clone Fulgrim and the original Fulgrim.

He thought he had created a leader, but he never imagined that he would once again replicate that monster who regarded perfection as more important than the lives of his offspring.

The clone Fulgrim was given life, shrouded in the shadow of a demigod, powerful and naive, lacking in mental perseverance, and more remembered in a mysterious way. Although the current clone Fulgrim does not show paranoia, it is only a matter of time before he goes the same way as the original Fulgrim... Under this kind of worry, Fabius felt sad. He watched as the Emperor's Children, corrupted by Chaos, knelt once more before the clone Fulgrim, the resurrected phoenix that would burn everything he had endured. Will once again lead the heirs of foolish loyalty to destruction and degradation in the name of perfection.

In this way, Fabius and Trazyn made a deal, exchanging the clone Fulgrim and these Emperor's sons loyal to Fulgrim for the pure gene-seed in Trazyn's hands.

Going around in circles, these collections, which had been waiting in a stagnant position in Trazin for a long time, now stood in front of Lin Fan. Fulgrim accepted the loyalty of the Emperor's Children, comforting their cries and thoughts.

"So? What will you choose?" Lin Fan said coldly. He stood aside with his arms folded, staring at Fulgen.

"Choice? What choice?" Fulgen blinked. He looked at Lin Fan with confusion and speculation in his eyes.

"I mean them, these Sons of the Emperor. They have become corrupted, and the bloody and crazy things they have done are too numerous to mention. How do you choose?" Lin Fan said calmly. Jaghatai and Everenne were beside him. He rolled his eyes, indicating that Lin Fan, a guy who was hanging out with Slaanesh, was not qualified to say that.

But Lin Fan just shouted at them, ordering them to shut up in an unquestionable tone.

Chagatai's eyes widened. He had never seen Lin Fan speak to him so disrespectfully. In his impression, Lin Fan's character has always been very gentle. He seemed to understand the deep meaning of Lin Fan's actions, and he reacted quickly before Fugen noticed anything strange. He snorted coldly, closed his eyes in disgust, turned his body slightly to Lin Fan, and held the weapon with one hand so that he could slash at Lin Fan as quickly as possible.

Efreni also understood. She shook her head and pulled Elafren quickly towards the door. What was going to happen next might not be suitable for them to hear.

Trasin took a few steps back and disappeared from everyone's sight, but Lin Fan knew that Trasin had definitely not moved anywhere. He should still be standing there leisurely recording the video, expecting the two of them to quarrel or even fight.

The atmosphere in the room was oppressive and suffocating, and three auras were dividing the remaining space in the room. The Emperor's Children stood in front of Fulgrim. The noise weapons in their hands were aimed at Lin Fan. Although these weapons had not been activated yet, the muzzles like human faces on them had already begun to emit a vibrating sound, filled with deep malice and indulgence. The desire is about to be spit out.

Lin Fan glared fiercely at the weapons that looked like living bodies. The next moment, these weapons turned into as limp as eggplants beaten by frost. All the Emperor's Children were shocked by this. They pulled out their sharp blades and daggers and prepared to fight. Prepare.

"What on earth do you mean..." Fulgrim's voice was trembling, and he clenched his fists tightly. His intelligence allowed him to vaguely guess what the mortal in front of him was going to say.

"You know..." Lin Fan said meaningfully. He took a few steps closer and spoke in a more offensive tone, stimulating Fulgen's spirit. "Do you still remember your withered heirs? These heirs are similar. They Fallen into chaos, unable to be saved, only a pure bomb can bring them peace."

Fulgan's face suddenly turned pale. Although he tried his best to control his expression, the panic in his heart still showed.

He looked at Aikenex's face. To be honest, it was very ugly. The skin on his face was about to fall off, and it was only hung on by nails and spikes. It was so empty that even the wind could penetrate and blow. Most of the entire face is made up of bright red facial muscles, and the large tendons are even carved and hollowed out, which is a proof of their fall into the corruption of Slaanesh.

Weapons in hand, armor on body. Those twisted things have smooth surfaces, glowing with a blood-stained light.

The souls of the victims were wailing, and these sounds were so clear to Fulgrim's ears. How many people did they kill? How many more people did he kill himself? How much blood had they accumulated in their hands during the Great Rebellion... or even today, ten thousand years later?

Who can figure it out? Fulgrim believed that he could not count this kind of massacre...this kind of torture...

He was suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of regret, which made it difficult for him to breathe, and his expression became even more ugly and painful. His memories hidden deep in the dark side suddenly spewed out with Lin Fan's words. It was not the scene of betraying his father and killing his brothers, but the scene of him leading the Emperor's children to leave one after another troubles on the sacred land of Terra. Talk about a corpse pit.

"Huh...huh...huh..." Fulgrim gasped, his pupils dilated, and the room in front of him began to be replaced by the scene of the siege of Terra.

His communicator was howling crazily. It was Perturabo calling him, asking him to cooperate in attacking the gates of Terra.

There is a sky full of artillery fire in front of them. Perturabo's Iron Warriors are destroying all defenses with unstoppable heavy firepower. The Sun Auxiliary Army's positions are being eradicated, like nails pulled out by tools on a wooden board. With the war With the push of the machine, these nails were crushed to both sides, making Perturabo's path to revenge more open and clear.

Behind him is a wailing crowd, they are shivering, their clothes are in rags, they bear the mark of slaves... These people have been tortured under his hands, everyone is not human, they are like the wildest and worst Like a Barbie toy in the hands of a naughty child, the body is disassembled into a twisted form that pleases the body and mind and releases evil thoughts.

"Father?" A son of the Emperor stood beside Fulgrim. The captain asked Fulgrim for instructions whether to cooperate with Perturabo's attack or to do something else.

Fulgrim was horrified. He tried to escape the memory illusion in front of him, but his lips had opened uncontrollably. From his androgynous voice, an order was issued that made the entire legion ecstatic.

"What Perturabo? My little brother only disturbs our interest! Make us happy! Make us more perfect! Let these imperfect things serve us! Take them all away! We haven't had enough yet !”

Assassination, Fulgrim became similar to this thing after becoming a demon