The shuttle carrying the two Primarchs stopped at the parking space, the blue flames in the engine extinguished, and Abaddon got off first, guiding the two Primarchs onto the deck of the Spirit of Vengeance.
There weren't many people on the deck of the Spirit of Vengeance. Apart from the necessary mechanics and servants, nothing else could be seen. It was quite desolate.
Fulgrim looked up at the fleet of the Sons of Horus in the void. The huge ships were drifting above the equatorial orbit of Cadia, arranged in a regular pattern.
It doesn't look like a formation to protect the fleet from being raided.
A huge buzzing sound was heard, and Fulgrim turned his head to see that another shuttle had also stopped at the parking space next to their shuttle.
Rolling mist floated out from the slowly opening door of the shuttle, and a strange purple light accompanied by golden flames was vaguely visible in the white mist. A man holding a scepter stepped down the stairs—
Machado?!
Fulgrim remembered the Emperor's words before, and he wanted to rush over to find out what was going on, but Lorgar in front of him stopped him. The head of the Word Bearer was floating quietly, as if saying, don't be impatient.
As soon as the old man appeared, the Sons of Horus beside Fulgrim all raised their guns vigilantly.
Malcador coughed and tapped his scepter.
The pressure is coming!
Except for the original body that was not in human form, almost everyone felt that sense of oppression - a heavy, intimidating aura.
Fulgrim's hands trembled slightly behind Lorgar. He stared at the purple flame on Malcador's scepter. Perhaps he knew what it was.
Machado
The old man had removed his hood, and instead of the plain cloak, Malcador was now dressed in a white robe with gold threads, and gems glittering between them.
The uncrowned king now only lacks a crown.
Fulgrim swallowed, remembering the Emperor's last words, that if he wished to rest in peace he should seek out Malcador.
But the question is, what happened to Malcador now? Why did he become like that
Also, why was he alone on the Vengeful Spirit
Malcador raised his eyes, and the old man's sharp gaze swept over Fulgrim and Lorgar. Unexpectedly, he said nothing, but turned his head away with disdain when he glanced at Lorgar.
Luo Jia did not react to this.
Abaddon led them away stiffly.
+We shouldn't waste time. +Lorgar's cheerful voice sounded, +Let me go see my brother Horus. +
Lorgar left first, then Malcador. Fulgrim wanted to follow Lorgar, but the old man pressed his scepter behind him.
"You follow me, Fulgrim."
It seemed that their destinations were different. Lorgar and Abaddon went to the reception room of the Vengeful Spirit, while Malcador and Fulgrim followed a psyker and went deeper into the Vengeful Spirit.
"We shall perform the summoning ritual," Malcador said solemnly, "and make sure it succeeds the first time."
Fugen raised his eyes and looked at the purple flame floating on the old man's scepter.
[You…] The Primarch said with difficulty, [You have gained a part of His power?]
"Slaanesh," Malcador said simply. "You need not fear him now, my child. He is no longer the same as he once was."
Malcador waved his scepter, and the purple flame on it became even more vigorous.
"They welcome our action of dividing him up, and even..." Malcador, who was walking in front, glanced at Fulgrim. The sharp look in his eyes was different from usual, which made Fulgrim feel unfamiliar.
"It is not impossible to have a new god to replace Slaanesh."
[You want—] Fulgrim's words were stuck, his voice trembling, [Me?]
Malcador shook his head. His face was expressionless.
“The check was tempting, but no one could eat it.”
“We’re not going to do that.”
Fugen breathed a sigh of relief, [No, I will never become that kind of existence.]
"Perhaps you should check on Mortarion later."
Malcador said blithely, as black trails of profanity began to creep up the corridor, a sign that they were almost there.
Malcador kicked away the screaming Nurgling, stepped over the pool of blood, and waved away the flying bird feathers with his hands. The broken chandelier groaned above their heads and they entered the prepared side room beside the hall.
Fulgrim's breathing paused for a second.
"Long time no see, kid."
Malcador said calmly to the scarlet Alpha among them,
"Excuse me, could you go and get ready first? I want to talk to Alpha."
Another more bloated Alpha turned sideways and motioned Fugen to follow him. Fugen felt his scalp tingling. Was Malcador really a good person? He couldn't help but wonder again.
As if sensing the Primarch's confusion, Malcador sighed and looked wearily at Fulgrim.
"I know you have a lot of confusion now. In fact, your father really thought about giving up on you - but you have already proved yourself."
Malcador held out his hand, motioning for Fulgrim to take it. The Primarch hesitated, then extended his hand.
In front of them, the Alpha in the red helmet looked at them silently.
Malcador turned his head and looked at the Alpha with unclear eyes, but then looked at Fulgrim again, his pupils aligned with Fulgrim's eyes - Fulgrim saw -
[Ah ...
Fulgrim screamed, and in the midst of the flames he saw Malcador's soul being devoured by purple flames.
A huge, chaotic, disordered force impacts the soul of this psychic!
Malcador calmly released his hand.
"We decided to save you."
Makado said, "Fortunately, most of your value has been taken away, and even the greediest beings won't look askance at you."
Fulgrim bent over in pain, panting, his eyes in disarray as he looked at Malcador in confusion. He squeezed out a few words from the corner of his mouth, "Give... me... give it to me now."
Malcador was silent, and the Uncrowned King lowered his scepter. A drop of purple flame dripped down the scepter in the Primarch's outstretched hand and quickly climbed up Fulgrim's arm.
Fulgrim took a deep breath, waiting for the coming pain, but surprisingly, there was no pain, no tearing.
The silver-haired Primarch straightened up in disbelief, looking at Malcador who remained calm, and opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Malcador before he could speak.
"Okay, go in now. Time is running out."
Malcador glanced at the door calmly, "Let's go."
Fulgrim was trembling. He wanted to say something. Through Malcador's soul, the Primarch seemed to have glimpsed the truth. Finally, Fulgrim moved his lips and said, "Thank you."
Malcador waved his hand nonchalantly, and Omega led Fulgrim into the hall.
The old man coughed and turned to look at Alpha.
"I don't think I taught you this?"
Malcador said calmly.
In response to him, he roared in anger. Alpha, blessed by the Blood God, rushed towards Malcador. The next second, Malcador was strangled by the neck and pressed against the wall!
[Old man!] The foul smell of blood sprayed on Malcador’s face.
Malcador raised an eyebrow.
"Since you already believe in the Blood God, then - let's have a fight?"
No, yeah
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"Stars for the Beautiful Warhammer" is a fan work with Warhammer as the main theme, and elements of stars added. The protagonist is a planetary governor on the dark side of the empire, and his story of surviving under the friendly blessings of the five gods.
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