On the golden throne, the Lord of Mankind looked into the distance.
At least at this moment, his power was unimpeded in the warp.
Endurance
In the command room where countless signal lights were flashing, among the countless fast-working Death Guards, the desolate giant moved slightly.
Not only him, but also the old man who had been taking a nap in the dim corner of the command room slowly walked out.
Under the hood, Malcador revealed a cloudy eye, with golden light flashing in the cloudy eyes. He looked at Mortarion.
“… The Lord is moving, and I feel his power.”
"How ridiculous..."
On the scepter that the old man was leaning on, the double-headed eagle that was originally burning with golden flames was now coated with a layer of light purple.
Malcador raised his head and looked thoughtfully at the golden light mixed with purple flames.
[Do you really want to do that? ]
The pale giant opened his eyes and they were like a pool of stagnant water.
The old man coughed and laughed, and there was more amusement in his eyes when he looked at Mortarion.
"You are the least qualified person to say that, Mortarion."
Mortarion frowned and looked at Malcador disapprovingly.
[I succeeded, but this is not you...]
“It’s a helpless move.”
Mortarion wanted to say something else, but the old man waved his scepter, and after noticing the abnormal bend in Malcador's scepter, the Pale Lord fell silent.
When Mortarion shut up, Malcador spoke up, "Now, give me an empty room. I need as many crowns, jewels, and—"
Malcador paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, his tone was filled with a hint of annoyance, as if he was talking to himself.
"… Death Guard don't have these…"
Mortarion gave a dry laugh, as if mocking Malcador.
[You chose the wrong place and the wrong power. ]
Malcador remained silent, tightly pursing his dry lips, ignoring Mortarion's sarcasm. He needed a medium, a symbol to guide the power of the Warp, and the Death Guard was obviously not the best place for the ceremony.
The Ultramarines and World Eaters might be able to gather what he needed, but the two legions were still far behind - navigating the Warp, they could not catch up with the Death Guard who were moving at full speed.
Malcador raised his eyes, golden flames flickering in them, and looked into the endless void.
"There's no time."
Malcador said solemnly, "Mortarion, give me a spare room - and send it any extravagant thing you can imagine."
"My Lord can't hold out for long."
Mortarion shook his head silently, but at the same time, the mist in his cloak dissipated, and an inch of ground-level mist instantly covered the entire Endurance, and those small Death Guards stood out from the mist.
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[Cardia]
Fugen, who was slumped in the ruins, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. He woke up from his coma and raised his head in confusion, still holding the remnants of Fenus' armor in his hands, as if he hoped to know what had happened.
He felt his soul tremble violently, and the war between gods above the dome also affected the Primarch.
Fulgrim felt himself declining rapidly - he realized that the other part of himself that had given over to Slaanesh was completely gone, but for him, this might be a good thing.
This means that Fulgrim's reputation will not be further damaged in the future.
Fugen was silent. He had basically lost everything he had, his strength, his talent, his perfection. All he had left was loyalty.
This is the only thing he can keep and the only thing he can hold on to.
He sighed.
He no longer asked for anything. The phoenix that had its talent taken away was unwilling to hold its head up high again. He just hoped that he didn't make any more mistakes.
If possible, Fulgrim wishes the Empire to mark him as [Dead].
Now that he was incomplete, he was worthless, and Fulgrim was unwilling to destroy his past glory - after this, no matter what face he appeared in, it would be a smear on his perfect image in the past.
If possible, Fugen, who has already found the body of his best friend, is willing to die in obscurity and disappear completely.
The glory is gone, leaving only a remnant soul, and his weak hands can no longer continue fighting.
Fugen lowered his eyes, he remained silent, the pain in his soul continued -
Someone was calling him.
Fulgrim was not sure who it was. Was it Fainus? Or Slaanesh
The sound of bolters answered his question, and the Primarch looked up in astonishment, seeing a strange and blasphemous team coming towards him.
Leading the way is…
Luo Jia?!
Even after having experienced the trials of the Warp, Fulgrim was still frightened by Lorgar's appearance.
+My brother,+
The suspended head with closed eyes turned 180 degrees and slowly turned towards Fugen, with golden tears flowing on its cheeks.
+The God-Emperor needs you.+
[…]
Fugen opened his eyes slightly wide in astonishment, and there were faint traces of dried tears on his dusty face.
On one side was the Word Bearers Primarch with his head and torso separated and a Chaos octagon on his breastplate. On the other side was the Emperor's Children Primarch, looking disheveled and mediocre from head to toe. Lorgar stood and looked down at Fulgrim, who was slumped in the ruins.
Fulgrim's pupils trembled as he looked behind Lorgar, at the blessed sons - Space Marines who had merged with the demons of the Warp.
Fulgrim's gaze shifted once again to the Chaos Octagon on Lorgar's chest.
Fulgrim first put away his best friend's armor, then he stood up silently and solemnly, his silver hair hanging down, covering his mediocre face and dull eyes.
Mediocrity is the greatest mockery of perfection.
Fulgrim slowly drew out an iron sword from his waist and pointed it at Lorgar with a trembling voice.
[Chaos running dog, if you come to insult me,]
Fugen trembled and said, "Then I will commit suicide."
But if you come to insult Finus,
[So-]
Fulgrim exerted force on his wrist and his iron sword moved sideways. Under normal circumstances, this action of the Primarch would have cast a gorgeous light on his sword.
But now, under the deliberate manipulation of Slaanesh, Fulgrim was given a mediocre body again.
The only iron sword that this body could lift was dim and lifeless.
[Then let’s fight.]
He raised his head slightly, and a strand of dry silver hair fell from his forehead, revealing Phoenix's dry and boring face and turbid eyes.
Facing Fulgrim's sword, Lorgar opened his hands helplessly, and the scepter in his hand fell from his loosened hands and fell to the ground with a clang.
Fulgrim glanced warily at the weapon dropped by Lorgar, trembling but saying nothing. It seemed that the Phoenix was very scared and on the verge of collapse.
+I am loyal.+
Luo Jia's words reached Fugen's ears. As if to reassure the frightened Phoenix, Luo Jia reached out his hand and wiped his cheek with his blood-stained hand. Golden flames instantly ignited at his fingertips, as if to burn away all filth.
Luo Jia shook his hands, shaking off the golden flames on his fingertips. He opened his arms wide and walked slowly and tentatively towards Fugen step by step.
+The God-Emperor needs you,+ Lorgar's voice was a little hurried,+ Hades needs to get back to his anchor point - but he is now completely focused on Slaanesh - we need another projection that is close to Slaanesh to lead the way for him. +
Fulgrim looked like he was about to collapse. He didn't understand when the world had gone so crazy. The facts that Lorgar said made him feel even colder.
[I haven't gotten rid of Him yet?! Slaanesh is still watching me?! !]
The phoenix screamed, and the last straw that broke the camel's back fell. He took back the sword without hesitation, put it against his neck, and swung the sword to kill himself without any hesitation -
[I am loyal!]
Yes, code
(End of this chapter)