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

Magma gushes out from the core of the magic circle. The moment the magma originates from the subspace, the rich spiritual energy here is nearly exhausted. The Eldar present also felt an unbearable thirst, as if they had been walking in the desert under the scorching sun for several days.

As the magma grows more and more, a vague figure is constructed by the steam burned by the magma. The hazy outline made Fulgen shed tears of excitement in an instant. After so long, he could finally see his closest brother.

Ferus walked out of the fog. The huge difference between subspace and reality took him some time to adapt.

The realm of the Eldar...the Ark...is this the Emperor's mission? Fortunately, this is not the first time I have burned the Eldar Ark... As long as I find the main spiritual bone node, it is not difficult to destroy the Ark. But I didn't appear on the battlefield, which was indeed a bit strange.

Ferus moved his eyes and saw Fulgrim standing far away with tears in his eyes.

boom!

The memories that had been suppressed for a long time were brought out by Fulgrim's face, and the flaming head on Ferus's pitch-black armor was suddenly pulled up by the wind of these memories, forming a pillar of flame hundreds of meters high.

"Fulgrim!" Ferus roared, his words full of hatred for his brother's betrayal.

Ferus, who was running quickly, was like an unstoppable active volcano. His exposed arms were constantly splashing magma and flames down, making the glorious palace of the Eldar even more dilapidated.

"Alas..." Ifreni sighed in distress. All these losses would be recorded on Lin Fan's head. Then she and the prophets used the formations they had laid out before to release Ferus. The raging flames were restrained.

Ferus had no intention of observing the Eldar's activities. He just wanted to catch Fulgrim and make him repent for everything he had done.

The thick arms grabbed Fulgrim's neck and lifted him up. Fulgrim subconsciously put his hands on Ferus's arms without making a more violent struggle.

The force of his fingers pinched Fulgan's skin, deforming it, and compressing Fulgan's throat along with his muscles.

This is something Fulgrim has never experienced. Although after he ascended to the devil, Fabius asked Fabius to create many clones of Ferus for him, but none of the clones could give Fulgrim such a real feeling.

Fulgrim's face flushed red due to difficulty breathing, and his fair neck also exuded bursts of burnt smell from the burning of Ferus' palm, and part of the skin was even ignited on fire.

"Okay, now it seems it's time for me to take action. The Emperor's old wall lamp must have told Ferus nothing." Lin Fan got up from the recliner prepared for him by Trazin, preparing to go over and take out the out-of-control Ferus was knocked down. Then Perturabo's voice stopped him and gave up the idea.

"This is a conflict between our brothers! Let us deal with it!"

Lin Fan had no intention of taking action. When he saw Perturabo, Jaghatai, and Dorn preparing to help Fulgrim, he lay back with great contentment and watched the grudges between the original bodies with Trazin. Love and hatred.

Perturabo stood in a good position. He activated the two missile nests installed on the shoulders of the power armor, and a psychic missile made from the Eldar magic base was launched towards Ferus' back.

Ferus, who was affected by the rage, naturally felt the danger behind him, but he still did not let go of Fulgen's hand. Before the traitor dies, he will never...

Suddenly, a flash of white light flowed from the distance, cutting off Ferus' arm like thunder tearing through dark clouds. After Jaghatai completed this blow, he pulled Fulgrim back quickly and hid behind Dorn.

Jaghatai took a look at Fulgen's condition. The handsome man had passed out. There were burnt scars in the shape of palms on his neck, his silver-white hair was roasted into dry tendrils, and his lips were chapped as if they were dehydrated.

But there was not much pain on Fulgrim's face, and Jaghatai couldn't even tell whether his face was suppressed or overly excited.

"Ferrus...my brother...hard...let me feel you..."

Fulgrim's words in his sleep made Jaghatai disgusted. He began to regret why he had rescued Fulgrim and let Fulgrim be crushed to death by Ferrus' hands. This was what he wanted anyway.

Just after Jaghatai rescued Fulgrim, Perturabo's missiles came to Ferus.

For the original body, the speed of the missile was not too fast to catch. Ferus's fire-breathing eyes saw the complex patterns carved on the missile shell. These things are inseparable from the Eldar.

Is Perturabo getting involved with aliens again? It's not enough to betray the Emperor, he also betrays humanity?

Ferus became even more angry. His arms that had just been chopped off by Jaghatai instantly repaired and grabbed the missile.

The cursed fire was rapidly destroying the psychic patterns on the missile shell. Perturabo lamented that the missile failed to explode directly inside Ferus' body and then remotely detonated the missile amidst the alarm sound of the equipment.

click!

The missile exploded suddenly, but what came out after the fragments and shock wave was not flames and high temperatures, but a icy cold and dense Eldar web like a spider web. These sometimes sticky and sometimes hard substances tightly wrapped half of Ferus' body, making it difficult for him to escape for a while.

"Haha! Sorry Ferus. This thing was originally reserved for Angron." Perturabo laughed at Ferus' embarrassment, and then he took out more experimental weapons and prepared Try it on the cursed Ferus.

Ferus drove the cursed fire to his bound body, and fierce flames spurted out from the mesh-like prison holes. The web of spiritual bones was rapidly melting, and the outline of a giant hammer also vaguely emerged.

"What's the point of you fighting like this?" Dorn saw Ferus diverting his attention away from Fulgrim and standing between Perturabo and Ferus. He was holding a pair of weapons in his left and right hands. A huge shield half as long as its own body.

"Dorne?" Ferus was stunned for a moment, and his reason that was obscured by hatred finally began to work. He turned his head and looked around and saw the unconscious Fulgrim, the Jaghatai guarding the side with a blade, and Dorne in front of him. , Perturabo who was debugging the equipment behind him, the nervous Eldar Prophet, and Lin Fan who was lying in the distance watching the show with Trazin.

"Demon of Tzeentch?" Ferus said subconsciously. This kind of chaotic and illogical scene can only be woven by the demon of Tzeentch.

"It's not a Tzeentch demon, it's true." Dorn explained. He didn't get close to Ferus. Such actions would only make Ferus deepen his suspicions.