Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

If you do too many bad things, you will always meet ghosts - Fabius did not believe in ghosts and gods, and he once sneered at this proverb. But now he really felt like he had met a ghost.

He could use reason to analyze that there must be some connection between the appearance of Fulgrim and the Endless. As the notorious thieves in the galaxy, they knew each other too well.

But at this moment, his reason could not overcome the feeling when he saw Fulgrim.

Any Astartes, whether he is loyal or not, cannot avoid the unique feelings for the Father of Genes.

This is determined by his body and his flowing blood.

Just as he was stunned, a mutant bodyguard with a goat head beside Fabius swung the giant blade in his hand and wanted to attack the giant in the field.

"Put down your weapons, or we will open fire immediately."

The fallen warriors of the Screaming War Gang stopped him and threatened with the grenade launcher in their hands.

The capture of the Chapter Leader forced them to do this. Ensuring the survival of the Chapter Leader is their first need.

For a moment, the battlefield fell into a strange silence, and everyone looked at each other, but under their calm appearance, all kinds of surging and uncontrollable emotions were on the verge of eruption.

"You shouldn't be here, failure."

Fabius, who has always been known for his rationality, became the first person who couldn't restrain himself at this moment.

He called the giant in the field a failure, but only he knew that when he successfully created his own genetic father, he gave it to others. This was not only an exchange of interests, but also because of the complex emotions he didn't want to face in his heart.

"Why can't I be here?" The giant asked calmly.

He raised his hand, as if to take off his hood and reveal his true face.

"Don't let me see that face!" Fabius roared.

"You are just a poor imitation, carrying the malice of those skeletons! You are not him!" He shouted angrily.

But the giant ignored his words, the buckle of the hood was opened, and then lifted up.

When the hood was lifted, everyone's eyes were attracted involuntarily. The silver hair and purple eyes were very elegant. Even the dumb mutants could tell at the first sight that he was the most noble person among the stars in the galaxy.

A pair of lavender eyes met Fabius's eyes.

That familiar gaze instantly turned into the sharpest rapier, piercing Fabius's last sanity in just a moment.

"Don't you want to see me, Fabius?"

Fulgrim's warm and loud voice echoed.

A crisp metal collision sounded, and a son of the Emperor who had already thrown himself into the arms of Slaanesh could not even hold his weapon tightly at this time, letting it fall to the ground.

The distorted faces were trembling slightly at this time, and some of the sons of the Emperor even shed tears directly, crying like a child.

Some soldiers of the Third Legion covered their mutated faces and quietly retreated into the darkness behind them. They had no face to face the Imperial Phoenix that seemed to have crossed over ten thousand years and appeared in front of them again.

Even Fabius was the same. It was because he created the other party himself that he deeply understood the impact of the appearance of the person in front of him.

Fulm, who has now become the demon prince of Slaanesh, is abominable to most of the Emperor's children.

But the proud Emperor's child ten thousand years ago was enough to make all of them ashamed to face him.

He was so proud, noble, and holy, and was the most flawless existence in each of their hearts.

A gland hunter on all fours slowly approached the giant in the shadows like some kind of beast.

"You are a mistake, you are not him. Kill him, quickly!"

Fabius gave the order with a distorted face. As he spoke, the gland hunter pounced and opened his big mouth full of sharp fangs.

Fulgrim swung the narrow-bladed longsword in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't even look at it, just one sword, and cut the gland hunter who attacked him in two.

His skills tended to be perfect, and every move was just right, which amazed everyone present.

It also evoked the past memories that everyone didn't want to recall.

The gland hunter's wound gushed hot blood.

"Fabius, it's time to end." Fulgrim said.

Fabius looked at this perfect face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, his eyes were filled with a complex sadness,

"Why do you want to come back and set foot on this dirty star. If I were you, I would consciously become an exhibit, which is better than returning to this land. This is the best ending I can find for you."

Fabius suppressed the huge sadness in his heart. The clone's gaze reminded him of things that happened thousands of years ago, and the chaotic emotions made his thoughts equally chaotic.

Fulgrim shook his head slightly and raised the blood blade in his hand.

"I inherited his memory, and I will do what he has not yet completed. This cannot be changed."

"Don't waste your time, you idiot!" Fabius cursed, "Who do you think you are? You are just a mistake, an irreparable mistake!"

His face became more ferocious because of anger.

He raised his torture scepter, crushed a rune orb, and instantly the gushing psychic energy gathered into a storm of lightning, rushing towards the giant in the distance.

Sickly thunder roared, and pale flames burned in the void.

Fulgrim struggled to block this powerful sorcery with a sword, but the huge impact made his body fly up and hit the nutrient tank behind him hard.

The foul-smelling solution overflowed, and several ugly alien cubs jumped in the solution for a few times, and then they were no longer alive.

"Look, you are far weaker than him, your body is weak, your will is not worth mentioning, you are not him, and don't try to become him!"

Fabius took out an ancient finger again, and then the flame burned the mummy finger, and a javelin containing vicious energy appeared in his hand.

"Go to hell, I will end your mistake with my own hands!" He roared, and the vicious psychic javelin in his hand emitted a chilling wave.

Fulgrim tried to get up again, but the lightning just now paralyzed his body. He could not make any resistance at this time, and even dodging became a delusion.

His eyes became desperate, and seemed to be relieved, but at this critical moment, an Emperor's son whose hands had turned into purple tentacles fearlessly blocked him.

This fallen heir used his body to help Fulgrim block this attack.

In Fulgrim's shocked eyes, the opponent's power armor broke into pieces, and then his eyes were ignited with green flames of destruction.

A terrible wail sounded, and the vicious psychic energy instantly poisoned the cells of the Emperor's son's body, and turned him into pus in an instant.

The other Emperor's sons finally reacted, and they began to gather around Fulgrim and launched a fearless charge against Fabius.

The sacrifice of the Emperor's son won Fulgrim a chance to breathe.

He mobilized all his strength, grasped the blood blade tightly, and rushed forward.

His speed was so fast that the Space Marines present could not even see how he moved, and Fulgrim's blood blade pierced Fabius' body.

Fabius noticed his attack, but he had no room to resist.

Fulgrim's blade accurately pierced his heart.

This sword was given to Fulgrim by the Endless. It was a treasured weapon of the Endless. Even the hardest objects could be easily cut.

Even if the shadow of death loomed, Fabius's eyes were still complicated, with many emotions in them, but there was no fear of death.

He looked at Fulgrim, and through this face, he could vaguely see the proud demigod ten thousand years ago.

The other party was his genetic father, with the best appearance of his father ten thousand years ago.

But in another aspect, the other party was his work, just like his child.

He had high hopes for Fulgrim's clone, but when he succeeded, he realized what a mistake he had made.

Fabius fell slowly, "You can't kill me, this is just a clone of mine."

"This is a beginning, Fabius." Fulgrim said, "I will correct every mistake you make."

After that, Fulgrim slowly pulled out his blade, and some foul-smelling black liquid flowed out of the wound.

When the sword was completely pulled out, Fabius knelt on the ground helplessly.

Then his huge body collapsed, but at the last moment of his life, his eyes were still looking at Fulgrim, and his lips moved slightly.

The other party's voice was almost imperceptible, but Fulgrim, with his keen perception, still saw what the other party wanted to express.

--"You can't change anything. Giving you to the Endless to become their exhibit is the best result I can choose for you. When I found that you were still pursuing perfection, I knew that you would repeat the same mistakes. This is your original sin. Humans will never learn from experience, but will only repeat the previous mistakes over and over again. Even the Primarch is not immune to this."

This is the last sentence of Fabius's clone on his deathbed.

Fulgrim stood there in a daze. He didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but his heart was still shrouded in a shadow.

He looked at the messy battlefield around him and thought about his next plan.

He escaped from the museum in Trazyn.

He couldn't be sure whether the Endless had let him out on purpose.

Fulgrim didn't know what the Endless's purpose was, but after he came out, the first thing he thought of was to kill Fabius completely.

But after that, what should he do?

Fulgrim was somewhat confused. His memory stayed in the past ten thousand years, and he still retained his loyalty to the Empire.

Perhaps returning to the Empire was a good choice, but he was not sure whether Duker would accept him. On the way here, he heard a lot of rumors about the Empire.

But then, he chuckled.

He had nowhere to go, so where else could he go if he didn't return to the Empire.

Fulgrim believed that the grudge he had with Duker ten thousand years ago in his memory would not be a reason for the other party to refuse to accept him.

On the battlefield, the warband leader of the Screaming Warband took advantage of his thinking and hurriedly fled with his men.

The remaining mutants were also easily wiped out by the Emperor's Children.

Fulgrim held the bloody blade and looked at these unrecognizable descendants, and sadness appeared in his eyes.

If a person's mind is shaped by past memories and genes, then although Fulgrim is only a clone at this time, his emotions can fully represent Fulgrim himself thousands of years ago.

The Emperor's Children moved closer to him. They stopped their attacks and allowed the frightened mutants to escape.

Their eyes were puzzled and complicated, looking at those lavender eyes and the sadness overflowing from their pupils.

In the process of fighting side by side with the Primarch just now, the Emperor's Children seemed to have relived a beautiful dream. They seemed to have returned to the past again, to the glorious days when they had hope.

They opened up territories for the Empire and fought for the ideals shared by the Emperor and all mankind.

Unafraid of hardship and blood, they drank and wrestled with the Iron Hands' battle brothers.

Learn to forge weapons from the Salamanders, bicker with the Wolves, and stand together to laugh at the Word Bearers.

Their noble Primarch stood in their midst, and everything they had taken for granted was now a dream they could never return to.

They looked at Fulgrim with doubtful eyes.

I don’t understand why there is such huge sadness in the other person’s eyes at such a beautiful moment.

They approached the Gene Father obsessively, their expressions gradually revealing morbid pleasure.

On the other side, an imperial warship that had just merged with Duker's fleet had just completed a virtual realm jump.

The commander of this battleship is Kane, the political commissar of the Valhalla Field Regiment who fought alongside Duker for a period of time.

Kane once again lamented his luck in following Duke's footsteps, even though he cried like a bastard most of the time, terrified by the opponent's aggressiveness.

But when the original body returned to the Empire and succeeded the Empire as Warmaster, his war experience became more magnificent, and he became the most dazzling heroic soldier and legendary political commissar in the Empire today.

After all, except for a few people including the original body, no one knew how miserable he was. In the eyes of the citizens of the empire, he was a legendary figure who bravely braved the trap of chaos and stepped into the realm of the evil god.

"Praise the throne. Although I am insignificant and not worthy of your favor, please still protect me. I hope this war can go as smoothly as in the past."

After dinner, Kane prayed to the throne as usual.

But when he finished praying, for a moment he had a strange feeling. In the dark, he always felt that someone was following him.

He took out the detector, but found no signs of life.

This surprised him very much,

"Is it because you haven't had any rest recently?" Kane scratched his head and didn't think much about it.

His ship is following the Warmaster's Fire of the Heart. It must be a tough battle to rescue Saint Efilar. He has indeed been a little anxious recently.

Kane felt that he needed to take a good rest before he could face the upcoming battle.

He hummed a little tune and returned to his room, but he didn't notice that a shadow was following behind him.