"drink------!!"
Along with Magnus's roar and Fulgrim's frivolous laughter, purple and crimson lightning collided in the void, scattering large tracts of disordered Warp evil energy. The strong shock waves created by the aftermath of the battle between the Demon Primarchs overturned all the building wreckage around them, swallowed up the soil on the ground, and blew away the turbid air - even from the perspective of the Warp, it could be observed that Istvaan III trembled slightly for a moment.
As the battle progressed, Fulgrim became more and more excited, and the sword light in his hand became more and more exquisite, successfully leaving one mark after another on Magnus' body - but what discouraged him was that although Magnus had more and more wounds, his expression became strangely calmer - as if... the Red King was not involved in the battle at all, but was using something in the battle to perceive something that he could not perceive?
So, feeling that he was being ignored, Fogg calmed down.
"I am so touched that you took the trouble to come to this world and fight for me! Magnus! In return! I will cut 666 scars on your body! Let you experience the ultimate pain!"
As Fulgrim said this, he tensed his muscles, preparing to give Magnus a hard blow, trying to make his brother who chose a different path of depravity from himself scream, when Magnus suddenly released a strange psychic beam, which broke the balance of the Lord of Chemos for a moment. When Fulgrim adjusted his posture again, Magnus had quickly created a barrier that Fulgrim could not break in a short time, leaving the battle and hiding himself in it.
"Magnus, you'd better...get out of there, or I'll have to take some measures that you definitely won't like!"
The sudden end of the battle made Fulgrim, who was enjoying the joy of the battle, feel suddenly empty in his soul. This feeling of emptiness was so strong that it almost made Fulgrim collapse in the middle of the huge pit that had turned into 'sand' due to the battle between their demon primarchs. However, what Fulgrim did not expect was that his brother, the arrogant Magnus, actually roared back with a louder voice than him.
"Fulgrim!! That's enough! I wasted too much time responding to your provocation!"
"????"
Hearing the series of terrible emotions contained in Magnus' voice, although that terrible feeling of emptiness still burned his soul and weakened his body, Fulgrim, who was curious about why Magnus' emotions suddenly got out of control, still managed to control his body, using his sword as a staff and barely stabilizing his body.
"You were the one who started this fight - stupid thing, since you didn't come here to fight me, you should have spoken to me nicely from the beginning, wait? This feeling...?"
A strange feeling suddenly swept through the soul of the Lord of Chemos, tempting the fallen phoenix to focus his attention on the source of the feeling. Even more strange was that when he turned his head, Fugen noticed that Magnus in the barrier was holding his weapon tightly with both hands, looking as if he was facing a great enemy - well, if Fugen was not mistaken, the flashing runes around the Supreme Sorcerer were for "retreat", but something that he could not feel interfered with the Red King's spell, preventing him from leaving this dead planet.
"Magnus, why are you so nervous?"
"You are a real idiot! Can't you feel it? 'He' is watching us! 'He's' messenger has arrived!!"
"Who is He?"
The next moment, Fugen knew the answer——
An old Dreadnought, which should have perished in front of him not long ago, was walking out quietly from the shadows in the distance with both hands and feet intact. Behind the Dreadnought, a flag, which had long been buried in real history along with the former glory of the Third Legion and whose appearance Fulgrim had long forgotten, was fluttering as if blown by the wind.
————————————The dividing line above the Queen of Glory——————————————————
"Um... Lizhi Zhang, this plot is a little different from the GW script."
"According to the description of the Ancient One, after the Ancient Sage blew up Fulgrim's physical body with a virus bomb, nothing happened afterwards. How come the Wonder Pony found Fulgrim and fought with him?"
"Brother Doctor, you will probably have to fight two demon primarchs at the same time this time. Is that ok? If you have any problems, we can borrow some Emperor's Children pawns to support you."
"No problem. With the help of Big E, the ancient sage model in my chess piece has already carried the ancient sage's soul. Now I can feel the anger of the ancient sage Rilano, I understand his pride, and I understand his indomitable spirit—"
As Lich Zhang said this, he slammed his hand against the delivery confirmation area, activating all the chess pieces in the delivery area. Surrounded by light, the chess pieces of the loyal Son of the Emperor from the HH era that he brought all stepped onto the battlefield under the fluttering eagle flag of the Third Legion.
"Two demon primarchs, I'll beat them equally!"
3. Ancient Sages
Lord of the Underworld - Battle
Things are really serious.
Magnus thought so as he felt the increasingly strong sense of oppression coming from the vast ocean.
As the demon prince of Tzeentch, and a powerful wizard proficient in prophecy and divination, Magnus was curious about Fulgrim's fate. Before he came to see his brother who had embarked on the path of Slaanesh, he used magic to predict the 999 possibilities that he might encounter after meeting Fulgrim, and derived nine times the changeable future from these possibilities. Although he often witnessed the great demon of Tzeentch or his subordinates, and even experienced it himself, the Red King had a deep understanding of Tzeentch's phrase "everything is easy, but easy is not easy", which he often said. However, the Supreme Sorcerer was convinced that change and knowledge were a relationship of mutual growth and decline. As long as he had enough knowledge, calculated accurately enough, and was serious enough in the details, then even if it was easy, it could be limited to a certain range. Haven't you seen how many times the plan went wrong because it was just a little bit off? As long as the difference was within his understanding, wouldn't it be okay?
However, now, the change that appeared in front of Magnus, which was completely beyond Magnus's calculation, clearly reminded the Wizard Star King that the reason why the change was a change was because it was not in any calculation plan at all - in fact, in the moment just now, Magnus realized that he had heard the wild laughter from the Crystal Labyrinth - there was no doubt that the Usurper Sky was watching this scene that did not appear in any destiny, waiting for the actors to dance and please it!
"Fulgen, we have to join forces. It seems that some of the rumors about him are true. No wonder one of our brothers has disappeared even in the Great Game during this period. Fulgrim, Fulgrim?"
Countless threads of fate jumped before his eyes, and thousands of future fortunes appeared. Magnus quickly captured the shattered crystal fragments, looking for ways to escape from them, and soon found nine good plans. However, when he began to implement these plans, the Red King unexpectedly discovered something terrible.
He imagined the situation where Fulgrim and he joined forces, and he also considered the situation where Fulgrim would fight him together, and he also considered the situation where Fulgrim would rush forward and fight alone. The problem was, he didn't expect Fulgrim to freeze there when he saw those who came out, staring at the Emperor's Children under the eagle flag without moving, as if he was restrained by a stasis force field! !
“Wa ...
Maybe one second passed? Maybe two seconds? Maybe no time passed at all? The Daemon Primarch of Slaanesh suddenly cried out. He first rubbed his face with four hands covered with gold and silver jewelry until his tears washed the makeup on his face into even more bizarre patterns. Then, he clenched his several silver swords and swung them with a series of gorgeous blade lights. After completing this bunch of meaningless movements, Fulgrim suddenly stretched out his hand forward and spread all five fingers, as if he wanted to grasp everything under the eagle flag in his hands.
"My children! My beloved children! Give up the lie! Give up the lie that makes you look so imperfect now! Come back to me! I will give you all the gifts of the Prince of Darkness! I will give you something better, I will give you true perfection! I will make you brilliant! Bright and moving!"
The fallen Primarch yelled loudly and stretched his long body out like a horse, longing for a response from his offspring, longing for them to reach out to him. However, his keen senses could hear nothing but the sound of the eagle flag fluttering in the wind.
"Warriors! I am your Primarch! Fulgrim! I am the Lord of Chemos! Your Purple Phoenix! Children, follow me to the realm of bliss! There are so many things you have not experienced! Once you experience those things, you will understand what perfection is!"
The only answer he got was the sound of fluttering flags, and Magnus, who had given up all plans of counterattack, had failed in his eighth attempt to escape.
"Ah-ah-I get it. You are too ashamed of your imperfections to dare to talk to me, right? Don't worry, I will make you better and more beautiful right away..."
Fulgrim continued to babble, while Magnus had desperately begun his ninth preparation to escape - when the Supreme Sorcerer's spell failed again as expected, the voice of the ancient sage Rilanor rang out in a deep voice, and even easily suppressed Fulgrim's voice.
"The Purple Phoenix is dead."
The expression on Fugen's face, who was talking to himself, froze immediately - then, surprise, anger, confusion and other emotions all appeared like paint spilled on the ground, wandering and swaying on his distorted face one by one, and finally, merged into a strange softness, a kind of "softness" that no mortal could possess.
"Am I not here, my dear Rilano? You have indeed destroyed my body once, but my soul is still shining. How can you say that I am dead? Look, my eyes are so..."
"It stinks—fire."
The ritual elder rudely interrupted Fogg's boasting, raised his arm equipped with an assault cannon, and firmly locked onto the Daemon Primarch of Slaanesh.
Fugen laughed playfully at the ancient warrior's actions.
"What a pity, Rilano, it looks like I have to let you die again, but don't worry, I will be more artistic this time..."
Before he finished his words, several flashes of light hit Fugen's body solidly. The powerful impact lifted his twisted snake-like body into the air. When the fallen phoenix fell face down into the sand pit, Lord Chemos heard a familiar war cry.
"Son of the Emperor! Kill your father's enemies!!!"
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Endless enjoyment, endless joy, the ultimate of all things, are all concentrated here.
This is the realm of Elysium, the palace ruled by the Chaos Mighty Slaanesh. It is filled with all the ultimate enjoyment that mortals can think of. It is the final destination of many fallen people. Countless souls thirsting for wealth, food, beauty, fame and fortune pour into this bizarre world like a tide, and then easily become what they pursue in the test of the Six Rings of Slaanesh. The Dark Prince sits in the palace in the Six Rings, always tasting all the desires in the world with joy. Heroes? Brave men? Ascetics? In the eyes of the King of Indulgence, these are just collections that will be taken into his arms sooner or later!
However, now, the great Dark Prince was sitting cross-legged on his big bed covered with all the splendor in the world in a very 'dignified' posture, staring intently at a crystal lens floating in front of him. The scene presented in the lens was the two Demon Primarchs Fulgrim and Magnus being besieged on the world of Istvaan III - and next to the crystal lens, the incarnation of the Usurper was grinning, adjusting the angle of the crystal lens again and again, making various possible futures appear and disappear in front of Slaanesh's eyes.
"Well, have you thought about it? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - He was too young, so he arbitrarily stepped into the established facts, delusionally trying to take away a soul that He could not touch - this made His behavior leave traces in the fate of the warp. If we join forces, then we will have a chance to find His secret - think about it, if we can be like Him, how much more happiness you can experience!"
"...I am not happy at all now, Tzeentch - your people's curiosity has put my favorite doll into such a situation."
Staring at Fulgrim in the crystal lens, who still looked as powerful and at ease with his sword, but was obviously more defensive than attacking, Slaanesh's soft voice mixed with a myriad of emotions rose and fell slightly, telling of his unhappiness - as a powerful Chaos, Slaanesh did not care too much about Fulgrim's life or death, but if Fulgrim really became the first Daemon Primarch to be killed by Him, then Slaanesh felt that he would have no place to save his face!
"Don't worry, Magnus is in danger now too, isn't he? Aha! A nice change!!!"
Seeing Magnus just activated a psychic spell, preparing to use a time-shifted attack to knock several Emperor's Children warriors away, but before the psychic spell took effect, these Emperor's Children warriors had already retreated to a safe area in advance, resulting in Magnus' psychic power not only failing to achieve any results, but also pulling a shell that should not have hit him to his face, causing him to be hit by a near-explosive shell. Tzeentch couldn't help but applaud, and began to point fingers at Magnus - of course, how much Magnus could hear or whether he dared to listen to what it said, only Magnus himself knew...
When Magnus lost the initiative he had worked so hard to get because the effect of his psychic spell failed to meet expectations and was suppressed by artillery fire, a new situation also appeared on Fulgrim's side - the sword moves of the Fallen Phoenix were successfully pried out with a small flaw under the cooperation of several Emperor's Children swordsmen, and the Ancient Sage, who had been working closely with his comrades, seized this opportunity and opened the engine of the Dreadnought without hesitation, hitting Fulgrim in the face with a power fist. With the sound of flesh tearing and bones being crushed, Fulgrim's face full of blasphemous beauty suddenly opened a colorful silk shop, and colorful colors rolled out together.
"Beautiful! Beautiful!!!"
Looking at Fulgrim's face that was shattered by Rilano's punch and looked like a postmodern abstract painting, Slaanesh, who had never seen Fulgrim like this before, thought it was so artistic that he couldn't help but howl to the sky, while happily savoring the emotions that Fulgrim was surging in his soul. As for the matter that Tzeentch came to talk to him about?
Sorry! Both Chaos Gods forgot!
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pain.
Real pain without any pleasure.
How long has it been since I felt this kind of pain? No, I should say, haven't I already transformed all my feelings into pleasure? Why do I feel the pain so clearly?
The Emperor's Children's continuous battle cries came to his ears, and his senses "read" the traces of guns and swords sweeping towards his body in the air - ah, Emperor's Children, the enemy who killed his father - but wasn't he their genetic father? Why?
“Fugen! Now is not the time to be distracted!!!
! ”
Magnus' roar dragged Fulgrim, who had been lost in thought after taking a heavy blow to the face, back to reality. Driven by his fighting instinct, Fulgrim swung his sword in a series of swings, forcing away the Emperor's Children who were constantly attacking him, giving himself a chance to breathe. Of course, Fulgrim knew that this was only a stopgap measure, and these vengeful ghosts would soon be around him again. What's more, what's more!
"I am your genetic father! Fulgrim! You actually killed me in my name!!!"
The pure pain that continued to spread from the place where his face was hit and spread in his soul, and the battle cry of 'Son of the Emperor, slay the enemy of your father' that rang in his ears again and again, Fulgrim's self-proclaimed perfect state of mind was completely shattered into pieces under these multiple blows - the demon prince of Slaanesh roared and screamed without any image, with his hair disheveled, and he waved his sword furiously with an ungraceful posture, like a madman - it can't be described like this, because, from the moment he defected to Slaanesh, he was already a madman!
"We serve the Emperor of Mankind. We are the glorious children of the Emperor. We kill enemies in the name of the Emperor. Who the hell are you?"
The voice of the Ancient Sage once again easily suppressed the voice of the Fallen Primarch. At the same time, the Fearless's heavy power fist once again slammed into the body of Fulgrim, whose sword moves were already full of flaws. With a loud bang, the snake body of the Slaanesh Daemon Primarch folded in half like a shrimp, and filthy blood spurted out of its abstract facial features.
"Fugen! If you want to leave, follow my instructions!!"
At the moment when the Ancient Sage began to charge the Power Fist for the third time, Magnus, who had finally managed to gain some control of the situation and had no choice but to obey Tzeentch's instructions, suddenly turned into a red lightning and landed beside Fulgrim. He held up a psychic barrier to help Fulgrim resist a series of attacks bombarding him. Fulgrim, knowing that he had no choice at all, stretched out his hand and firmly held the hand of the Red King -
A warp storm broke out, and the two Daemon Primarchs disappeared in the dazzling blue-white light.
————————————Above the Queen of Glory——————————————————————————
"Fuck? They actually let them run away???"
Abathur, who came to watch the battle, was so excited that he couldn't help but swear when he saw the Red King dragging Fulgrim away from the battlefield.
"There's nothing we can do about it. The pieces Lizhi Zhang sent out this time don't have any anti-psychic units. If Magnus really wants to run away with his psychic attainments, there's really no way to stop him."
Silence shrugged his shoulders, indicating that the HH Emperor's son units alone could not stop Magnus from using psychic powers - although it was normal for the Red King to fail in various ways, it was also an indisputable fact that he was the Supreme Sorcerer.
"But Big E should have sealed off this battlefield, right? Logically, Magnus wouldn't be able to escape, right?"
Liang Feifan was confused - he was watching the battlefield the whole time and was very sure that Magnus had planned to retreat from the beginning, and it was because he didn't retreat that he had to fight with the Emperor's Children led by Lich Zhang. Who else could do such a thing except Big E?
"Perhaps he is worried about causing unnecessary consequences? Big E's main idea in this battle was to retrieve Rilano's soul. Fulgrim and Magnus' retreat should mean that Big E has succeeded?"
Egg speculation.
"I think that given the human emperor... Big Brother E's character of not giving away anything for free and being greedy to death, he would never let two demon primarchs who are bound to be exiled go away so easily..."
"You mean, Big E is playing the long game and trying to catch a bigger fish?"
"Just a guess."
After packing up his HH Emperor's Son chess pieces and putting them back into the army box, Lich Zhang chatted with other Hammers while checking the progress of his mission. After confirming that Rilano's soul had indeed been guided to the Golden Throne, he picked up the army box and pushed open the door.
"Let's go, let's go back and ask Big Brother E, we should be able to get the answer."
IV. The Ancient Sage's Candidate - Pursuit
Cold, shaking, and...the awful feeling of rough gravel and dust rubbing against my body.
The Fallen stretched out his slender body, enduring the pain that kept coming from his head and spreading madly to his limbs. He took a deep breath of dry air, raised his upper body, and tried to open his black pupils to look around the area he was in. Soon, with the feedback from his sharp five senses, Fulgrim confirmed that he had been taken away from the world of Isstvan III by Magnus. However... where was this? Was he in the subspace, or in the real universe?
"Magnus?"
After moving his body deeply and letting the power of corruption overflow in his soul, Fulgrim finally felt a little better and gripped his sword tightly. He concentrated and tried to call out his brother's name. Although the Lord of Chemos was extremely unwilling, he also knew that most of his inner problems could only be answered by Magnus!
There was no answer, not even the sound of the wind. The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, as if time had stopped in this desert.
"brother?"
Still no response, but Fulgrim
I heard a voice coming from the depths of silence - with ups and downs, like an artist singing an elegant opera, or an orator reciting a soul-stirring poem.
For a moment, Lord Chemos almost wanted to chase after the voice, wanted to see with his own eyes the owner of this voice that could even move him, wanted to hold him or her in his arms, and live happily forever with him or her in the realm of the Dark Prince - but as a sudden gust of wind and sand carried away the unstable subspace energy that was rippling around, the outline of a section of broken walls full of historical breath was clearly reflected in Fulgrim's pupils, and the Fallen Phoenix's expression froze on his face when he recognized where this place was and realized who the owner of the voice just now was.
".......here it is?"
"My Primarch, this is where you will finally abandon your soul as a 'human'."
Just as Fulgrim was looking around at the ruins of the buildings surrounding him, trying to find even a little evidence that this was not the place he thought it was, a very familiar voice reached the ears of the Fallen Phoenix. Following the sound, Lord Chemos saw the golden mist rising up and saw the Emperor's Son walking out of the mist.
————Before the conspiracy on the world of Istvaan III, Vespasian died at his own hands because he discovered his abnormal movements.
"Ah... You're chasing me? Damn Magnus, I should have known he's not trustworthy... But it doesn't matter, this way, no outsiders will disturb our meeting."
The echoes of the past gradually faded away, and the Fallen Phoenix raised the corners of his mouth elegantly - he saw that his deceased descendants who were chasing him did not seem to want to fight him right away, so Fugen was happy to chat with them for a few more words - what if, what if, these descendants understood his painstaking efforts and returned to his arms? Then his palace would be much more lively!
“Abandon it here? Wrong! That thing? I abandoned it a long time ago. In fact, only after I completely abandoned it did I truly embrace myself and understand that the meaning of my birth was not to attack the city and capture the stronghold for the rotten corpse on the throne, but to enjoy endless pleasure!”
Fugen twisted his snake-like body and laughed wildly, stirring up the surrounding air to the point where visible diffusion waves appeared. Although the place on his head that was hit hard by the ancient sage with his power fist was still in pain, and the place on his waist that was hit hard by the ancient sage was still oozing dirty blood, at this moment, the fallen phoenix had temporarily forgotten the pain and enjoyed the feeling of verbal duel with his offspring.
"No, my Primarch, when you first fell, you still knew what shame was. Otherwise, I would not have died under your sword - because at that time I thought you could still be saved."
Vespasian stopped, his bright eyes fearlessly staring into Fulgrim's eyes that were overflowing with the poison of lust - the memories that he had long buried deep in his soul began to become clear before Fulgrim's eyes, but before the Lord of Chemos could flip through these memories, something entangled the soul of the fallen, stimulating his thoughts and forcing him to 'shift' his attention back to this strange confrontation.
"You always had a choice, Primarch - even after the duel with Istvaan, you still had a choice - it was you who abandoned yourself, you who willingly fell into the filth of the warp, and merged with it with peace of mind. Look at you now, where is the shadow of the radiant phoenix in the past?"
Before Fulgrim could refute his son's words with sharp words, how ridiculous they were, and how superficial he thought he was. Tarvitz, wearing battle-scarred armor, followed Vespasian's steps and emerged from the golden mist, speaking directly to Fulgrim's soul. The wind that had blown up at some point gently caressed the hair of the captain of the 10th Company of the Emperor's Children, making it appear in the sunlight in a beauty that made Fulgrim jealous - how could he not be more beautiful than his son?
"Primarch, if we could have helped you learn what true humility is, you wouldn't be like this, the Third Legion wouldn't be like that, and the Empire might even have a better future. Unfortunately, we were all blinded by glory at that time, and we worked tirelessly with you to pursue perfection, which was an illusory thing. The Third Legion was poisoned because of this. Perfection? It itself is the biggest imperfection!"
Another loyal warrior of the Emperor's Children walked out of the mist. Fulgrim recognized the identity of this black-haired, brown-skinned warrior - Captain Solomon of the Second Company, a son of the Emperor who pursued perfect combat. He even envied this warrior's bravery and glory. Now, he appeared in front of him? Moreover, he actually mocked perfection? ? ?
"Arrogance has made you lose everything that can be called virtue in your soul. Perfection has turned you into such an ugly person. Depravity has become your current portrayal. The filth of the warp has filled your soul. All the pain suffered by the Third Legion is caused by you. You are responsible for the disaster suffered by the Empire. The Emperor has decreed that you can never be forgiven, Fulgrim. The true children of the Emperor will hunt you down forever."
The ancient warrior's body strode out of the mist, his
The eagle flag fluttered behind him, guiding more Emperor's children into the battlefield. His power fist was overflowing with overloaded energy. The roaring engine sound clearly reminded Fulgrim that the ancient sage was ready to give him a third punch.
