Even if they got off the Imperial Guard's special transport spacecraft.
Fulgrim was also forced to remain on his knees.
After entering the starship port attached to the Imperial Emperor's flagship, the Supremacy, Valanor used his authority as the Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guard to call upon an anti-gravity hovercraft.
Have Fulgrim's clone kneel on the platform of the airship so that officials and people in the port and along the way can see it clearly.
The cloned Fulgrim was shaking with rage.
What a shame.
As a Primarch, such behavior was more painful than killing him.
That perfect body twisted in grief and pain, and those eyes full of hatred seemed to pierce through Valanor's golden armored body, take out his heart and crush it.
Valano didn't care at all, and even enjoyed such vicious looks.
Compared to the heinous crimes that Fulgrim had committed, what he did was nothing.
Even if the other party is just a clone, he still has original sin.
He had the blood of a traitor flowing in his veins, and in the past this alone would have been enough to get him executed.
There is no way it would be sent before the emperor.
Fulgrim's disgrace continued until he was brought before Guilliman's throne.
On the mechanical throne several kilometers high, the new emperor of the empire looked down at the criminals at his feet.
The cloned Fulgrim watched the scene in amazement.
The former king of the five hundred worlds has now become the supreme monarch who rules this empire.
And he, the Phoenician who once boasted that he was a more powerful, more perfect, and more favored by the Emperor than Guilliman.
The status of the two sides is now very different.
One who has reached the highest position of human emperor and controls countless worlds, can make the galaxy tremble with just a thought.
One was reduced to a prisoner, grovelling and suffering humiliation and contempt.
The cloned Fulgrim inherited his Primarch's physical prowess and intellect.
Guilliman looked down at Fulgrim's clone, silent.
The clone Fulgrim was created by Fabius and then given to Trazyn the Infinite.
Trazyn gave some evidence that the cloned Primarch was not tainted by Chaos.
He had vowed never to betray like his original self, and never to point the blade at his own brother.
Of course, Guilliman would not judge a person's goodness or badness based on these things.
The other party is still a replica of the original body, possessing great power, and the destruction it can cause is unmatched by other creatures.
Fulgrim's crimes can never be forgiven.
All the suffering humanity has endured because of the Emperor's Children and him is a bloody debt that needs to be repaid.
"Guilliman," Fulgrim shouted angrily.
"It seems that you have memories about him." Guilliman said in a cold tone, and his expression did not change from beginning to end.
"How dare you humiliate me like this? You stole my father's supreme power, and now you want to kill all the loyalists?"
"Loyalist?" Guilliman laughed. "A clone created from the blood of a sinner, is worthy of calling himself a loyalist. If it weren't for the fact that you still have some use, the only thing that would have come here is your head, sinner."
"That was the crime of my predecessor. I have never surrendered to Chaos. Why do you say I am a sinner?" the cloned Fulgrim shouted.
"Your body is filled with the blood of a sinner." Guilliman said word by word, "Your only value is to be executed in front of the Imperial Palace, in front of countless people on Terra. To warn everyone in this world how heavy the price of betraying humanity is."
"You can't do this!" Clone Fulgrim's face turned extremely ugly when he heard this.
The reason why the Empire didn't kill him on the front line was to bring him back to Terra and kill him in front of countless people.
He couldn't accept such an ending.
He would rather have his head chopped off by Lai En the moment the ban was lifted.
I am absolutely unwilling to accept such an outcome.
It was the original who betrayed, so why should he be punished? !
This is not fair.
It's not fair.
"I can do this, and no one can stop me. I hold such power in my hands. It only takes a thought for me to decide your life or death." Guilliman said cruelly, "You will die without honor, just like a stray dog that bites people on the roadside and is beaten to death. You will be despised and become a topic of conversation after dinner."
"You can't do this!" the cloned Fulgrim roared, "You damn bastard, how could you treat your brother like this? Even though I am just a copy, weren't you also born in a laboratory? Why treat me like this?"
"Brother? You are just a useless clone. Your predecessor will betray you, and so will you. Executing you is the best solution." A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Guilliman's mouth, revealing an expression of mockery and sarcasm.
"Loyalty to the Emperor is only a temporary illusion. Your heart still longs for the power of the gods. I can even smell that disgusting soul rotting and emitting a stench. Even if it is not noticeable now, there are already signs."
"You are slandering me. You can't do this to me and judge me for a crime I haven't committed yet."
Facing the shouting and madness of Fulgrim's clone, Guilliman's face remained calm, without any ripples.
He waited patiently for the other party to stop.
Language is a very subtle art.
If you want to make people work for you, you have to make good use of this art.
Executing Fulgrim's clone would undoubtedly be a waste of resources.
However, the other party's delicate identity also means that he cannot be recruited by ordinary means.
Otherwise, the foundation of the entire empire will be shaken.
Guilliman intended to use this replica to hunt down those traitors who were still roaming and had not been killed.
Especially Lucius, who managed to escape from several encirclement and suppression attacks by the Empire.
That guy is just as much of a bastard as Erebus, the most twisted person in the galaxy.
On the planet of Instavan, Horus, Fulgrim, and Angron set out to purge the Legion of its loyalists.
Lucius originally sided with the royalists, but betrayed the loyalists, causing the loyalists' defense to collapse.
After the end of the Horus Heresy, Lucius fled to the Eye of Terror.
This guy has been blessed by the Prince of Pleasure. Anyone who feels pleasure when killing Lucius will be possessed by Lucius.
Lucius was captured by the Empire several times, but escaped because of his strange abilities.
The empire even lost several loyal warriors.
Letting the clone hunt this guy would definitely be an exciting scene.
"Admit it. You have corruption and depravity hidden in your heart. It only takes a few lies to deceive you and lead you down the path of true depravity."
Guilliman waited until Fulgrim's clones stopped due to fatigue before speaking.
"I will never." Those purple eyes flashed with anger, "I will never be like him. I will not kill my brother, nor will I betray my father."
"That's because you think those actions are imperfect. As long as you think a certain path can lead you to perfection, you will abandon your past vows and promises without hesitation. You and your original body have the same essence. You desire perfection and regard it as more important than anything else."
Fulgrim's clone looked shocked, and he opened his mouth, trying to say something to refute Guilliman's words, but nothing came out.
Guilliman saw through everything as if he had a pair of seeing eyes.
For the first time, Fulgrim's clone was silenced.
Guilliman also remained silent, staring at the clone.
"I am loyal. I am the Emperor's son, the Purple Phoenix of the Empire, not a plaything of the Chaos Gods." The clone was pale and spoke word by word, tears streaming from his eyes. "I am loyal. You can kill me, but you cannot smear me with a crime I have not committed."
"What difference does it make? You're bound to make the same mistake anyway."
"I won't."
Guilliman did not speak, but the sarcasm revealed in his expression was the greatest mockery of the clone.
"I am not a traitor, nor am I a plaything of the Chaos Gods." The clone roared in despair, as if this could redeem him from his innate sins.
"When you place perfection above your innate mission, above loyalty to humanity, above love for your father, you are doomed to be a traitor." Guilliman said mercilessly, "No matter how you argue, you cannot deny this."
With an angry scream, the clone stood up and rushed towards Valano.
The Imperial Guard reacted quickly, raising the halberd in his hand instantly, and the mixed light of arcane and force field shone on the nearly perfect face of the clone.
Valano's halberd stabbed at the clone's eyes, trying to crush its head.
Guilliman stopped him.
In an unquantifiable amount of time, Guilliman stepped down from his throne and seized Valanor's halberd, preventing him from killing the clone.
The damage caused was irreversible, leaving a shocking wound on the handsome face of the clone and one of his eyes had exploded.
The halberd in Valanor's hand possesses arcane properties specifically targeting creatures of the Warp, and such wounds cannot be repaired.
Even the original body was unable to use his extraordinary physique to repair himself and could only endure the pain caused by the wound.
"You should not seek death." Guilliman looked down at the bloody and miserable clone.
"I would rather die than endure your humiliation. I was created from the genes of the original body, but those crimes were definitely not committed by me. Do you have the same blood as those criminals? Do you have the same crimes? Are the mistakes made by your father your mistakes?"
"Sweet talk." Valano retracted his halberd. He couldn't be rude in front of the emperor, but he was very unhappy to see the clone still saying that he was innocent.
"What I said is the truth."
"Words are powerless. Only actions can prove it." Guilliman smiled. "Seeing your pathetic appearance, I can choose to give you a chance. Five hundred targets, five hundred heads of targets blessed by the gods. If you can complete it, I can consider clearing your name."
Guilliman walked slowly around the clone, giving it a target.
There are many traitors who betray the empire, but there are very few strong individuals blessed by the gods, so few that they can be described as rare.
Hunting down five hundred individuals blessed by the gods is undoubtedly an extremely difficult goal to accomplish.
The clone's eyes widened.
Those individuals who are blessed are not only powerful individuals, but also often possess strong military power.
Hunting down five hundred of them is as difficult as ascending to heaven.
"It's hard to tell, isn't it?" Guilliman said. "To be loyal despite despair of the future is to be a true loyalist. Such a mission will lead to your death under the wrath of the gods. You can choose to give up, accept your identity as a traitor, and be executed. At least you won't feel so powerless, and you won't have to fight hard and still inevitably face the despair of failure."
Guilliman climbed up the platform step by step, and when he took the third step.
"I do." The clone's voice sounded.
Guilliman did not turn around, but smiled.
That's how it should be.
When he turned his head, the smile on his face disappeared and his face returned to its calm expression.
"Are you sure??"
"Yes, I'm sure." The clone raised his head, determination showing on his broken face.
"Do not let me down, and do not dream of escaping the Empire, or you will be reduced to ashes."
There was a burning pain, and the clone looked down and found a golden and blue flame emblem on the back of his hand.
"It's just a small insurance measure. I hope it won't be needed one day. Valano, take him to see his true form. Let this guy know what the price will be for betraying the empire."
The clone was taken away by Valano and went to Terra to see how those guys in the Hero Square are treated now.
Guilliman sat back in his seat. The clones were a trivial matter.
The reason for going to such lengths is simply to use a loyal clone of Fulgrim to once again strike at the fleeing Imperial traitors.
Compared to the great cause of the empire, the role of clones is minimal.
The Imperial Firewall Terminal System is slowly becoming more common.
A more glorious era is opening.
However, the development of civilization is like a circle. The more it expands and the more developed it becomes, the more unknowns it encounters.
Exploration teams from various universes sent back messages.
Many of the terrifying forces that appear in movies and novels are being spied on by the Empire.
Many of them are not like the Four Gods.
However, it is difficult to say whether they are enemies or friends.
Divide the entire universe into different areas, create parallel universes, and keep those civilizations and creatures in captivity.
Those different parallel universes develop according to the plots set by their creators.
Constantly create various major events to make people die, despair, cry and wail, in order to harvest them.
This method may seem much gentler than the methods of the Four Gods, but it is actually extremely vicious.
Only those who understand it deeply will discover the cruelty.
Those parallel universes that did not meet the requirements were ruthlessly destroyed by their creators, and all life in them was wiped out.
In the eyes of those creators, those lives are no longer lives, but food they grow.
p.s. "I owe 40,000 yuan, so I'll give it two more days, brothers.