Chapter 23 23, Fulgrim

Duker's previous iron-blooded massacre of the powerful class was like throwing a boomerang. After a few months, it would eventually fall on his head.

On Ophelia VII, the celebration ceremony for the return of the original body is in full swing.

This celebration will announce to the world around them the return of the Primarch and the victory over humanity's traitors and the forces of Chaos.

A few weeks later, the majestic triumphal road was laid.

The densely packed interstellar battleships, thousands of mechanical engines roared together, and hundreds of thousands of warriors lined up.

There is an endless stream of nobles from many worlds.

The Second Holy Land was even more crowded. Citizens of the empire came out in droves to gather at intersections and squares, eagerly anticipating the ceremony.

Hundreds of millions of people gathered together to form a boundless sea of ​​​​people, countless cheers gathered together, and the huge wave paid tribute to Dukel.

The clergy of the Ecclesiarchy chanted hymns belonging to the Primarch.

Accompanied by the Ecclesiastical Bishop and the Planetary Councilors, Duker ascended the viewing platform to review the procession.

Show the strength of the major interstellar legions to all the citizens of the empire present and give the people confidence.

The moment the citizens of the empire discovered Dukel's arrival, the cheers from the audience reached their peak, deafening like an overwhelming mountain, and the whole world seemed to be trembling with joy in the cheers of mankind.

"Your Highness Dukel, this belongs to you."

"Only a perfect son is worthy of such a gift."

The planetary councilman raised his hands above his head, and a delicate rapier appeared in front of Dukel's eyes.

This is the Chaos item he got from the warp.

"Is this your gift?" Duker looked very happy and held the sword in his hand without hesitation.

But the primarch's next words immediately made the planetary councilor sweatdrop.

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"Are you right, Fulgrim?"

Duker held the rapier in his hand and looked at the planetary councilor in front of him with a smile on his face.

The smile on the sweaty planetary council member's face disappeared little by little and gradually became gloomy.

Why didn't the gift from Chaos corrupt the Primarch?

This thin sword is a gift carefully prepared for it by the gods of subspace.

Holding this sword means holding many truths. The original body at this moment should also be immersed in the pain of the truth.

He should be able to see the despair that mankind will face in the future.

In countless futures that represent the truth, every path of mankind has been filled with despair.

The most despairing thing is that the scenes shown in these futures are by no means some empty illusion, but real!

Only the truth is the most despairing.

But the original body in front of him did not fall into madness and despair in the face of reality like many legendary wise men, and finally fell to the knees of Chaos.

On the contrary, his eyes were unwavering, even slightly playful.

It seems that these desperate futures of mankind cannot shake his heart at all. On the contrary, it makes him feel quite interesting?

"Are you surprised, Fulgrim? Brother, we haven't seen each other for ten thousand years, what have you become now?"

Duker's tone was calm, and there was no hint of anger at all. Instead, he asked like a casual conversation.

This made Fulgrim furious. Number Two's calmness made him feel like a funny clown at this moment.

Accompanied by a hissing and buzzing sound, an indescribable evil descended here, and the flesh and blood of the planetary councilors began to rapidly twist and deform.

The voice was shrill and unclear.

The inhuman existence that then appeared in front of everyone was enough to make even experienced space warriors shudder.

It was an alien body with scales all over its body, its muscles were twisted and its internal organs were turned out, like an abominable thing with a bunch of muscles coiled around it.

He seemed to be in pain and pleasure at the same time, making sounds that were unknown whether they were moans of grief or pleasure.

Duker looked at the ugly monster in front of him calmly.

There was a vague neighing like snake language in his mind, but it was instantly swallowed up by the surging spiritual power.

"No. 2, I never thought that you would one day recover."

"You ask me what I have become? As you can see, I have sublimated. Now it is my turn to ask you, perfect son, what have you become?"

Sharp yet unconcealed temptation, blended together into a very special tone, flowed out of Fulgrim's voice.

"Me? I'm still me. If there's a change, it's probably because I found my own treasure."

Duker looked down at his former brother, and despite his deformity, his tone still sounded like a casual conversation.

Like reminiscing about old times.

But the content of their chat was the most essential secret of the original body.

——This madman.

Fulgrim roared in his heart. At this moment, he had some new understanding of the mental state of Primarch No. 2.

"No. 2, congratulations on your return to our ruthless father. Cherish this reunion, because you will leave again soon, and your future will only be destruction or sinking."

"Pfft~"

Hearing Fulgrim's words, Dukel laughed out loud, as if he couldn't hold it back.

"why are you laughing?"

Fulgrim became angry again. He wanted to provoke the other party, but he only got ridicule from the other party.

This made him feel bad, as if he was back to the days when he was a clown among the Primarchs.

After Dukel smiled, he didn't speak anymore and just looked at him quietly.

The bright eyes made his heart tremble.

Those eyes seemed to always contain an unquenchable fighting spirit, which overlapped with the memory in Fulgrim's heart. Although he didn't want to admit it, at this moment he felt his vulnerability and fear again.

"In your eyes, our father is unkind, but do you know what kind of wealth he left for every primarch? And you, my brother, you use this wealth that can make the gods moved, to You changed your shit, and now you are complacent in front of me."

"Brother, I don't want to mock you, but you really stink now."

Dukel's words pierced into Fulgrim's heart like a cold sharp knife, and the demon primarch became furious again.

"What qualifications do you have to say that? You have no idea what has happened in the past ten thousand years!"

"You are just an unlucky man who is out of control. You are a failure. Although you are powerful, you have flaws that cannot be ignored! If you can be lost for thousands of years under the fools of the gods, you can be lost forever!"

Fulgrim's words had no effect.

On the contrary, his own emotions were obviously out of control, allowing the invisible power of the soul to take advantage of his heart.

"I admit that I have missed a lot in these ten thousand years of being lost. My dear brother, you might as well tell me what has happened in these ten thousand years."

"What else do you know?"

Dukel patted his shoulder with his palm affectionately, as intimately as it had been thousands of years ago. Even though he was just saying that the other person smelled bad, he still didn't dislike him.

Behind the scenes, the spiritual energy is operating at the highest efficiency, constantly impacting the other party's mind like a tide in a way that the other party cannot detect.

"Ten thousand years ago"

Fulgrim was overwhelmed by the intimacy of the original body, and subconsciously wanted to answer the other party's questions.

But suddenly he seemed to feel great pain and woke up instantly.

"I understand! No. 2, I haven't seen you for ten thousand years and you are still so hypocritical. Do you want me to tell you the secrets of the past?"

"Hahaha, I have seen through your despicable plan!"

"Tch!" Seeing Fulgrim's proud look, Duker curled his lips and felt a little pity in his heart.

If the power hadn't suddenly been transmitted from the subspace, interfering with the transmission of spiritual power, the other party would have even exploded the color of his underwear. What's there to be proud of?

This stupid brother.