Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Duker walked into the room where Magnus was.

Anna, the female reporter from the Empire Newspaper, followed closely behind him. When she actually stepped into the room, she subconsciously covered her mouth with obvious panic on her face - in her short life experience She had never seen anything more terrifying than this room in her life. If she hadn't been following the War Commander, she would have fled out immediately.

She raised her head and looked around, her eyes able to clearly see the details in the room.

The entire room was closed except for the door through which they entered. The walls on both sides were lined with dense runes that she could not understand, and the remaining psychic flames on them had not yet been extinguished.

Above these runes is a row of transparent glass cabinets, with human heads soaked in light yellow nutrient solution.

The neck of each head is wrapped in a sheet of metal, with neat little bundles of cables and pipes extending from underneath.

As they entered, these heads suddenly came to life, their eyes flowing with light blue light, and the crystals inserted into the back of their heads also emitted a faint fluorescence.

Looking at those pairs of malicious eyes, Anna couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in her heart.

She had never seen such a creation, let alone its specific function, but under the gaze of dozens of eyes, she instinctively felt that she had no secrets.

In other parts of the room, there are almost full bookshelves.

Countless thick books were piled together randomly, like huge and towering mountains of books.

There is no need to read these books. Each one is like a demon. The opening and closing pages reveal terrifying fangs. Each book is reciting the knowledge recorded in itself with a sharp voice.

Thousands of books mixed together to form an extremely noisy noise. Anna tried to understand the specific meaning of the noise, but within a second, she felt a splitting headache.

Fragments of knowledge involving hundreds of fields were poured into her mind in an extremely chaotic manner, leaving her no time to digest.

It was like a storm of knowledge blew through his mind, even the folds of his brain were smoothed away, leaving only a blank consciousness.

In the depths of the room, a cylindrical glass cabinet is placed on top of an anti-gravity aircraft. The surface of the glass cabinet is illuminated by a force field.

The Cyclops head that frightened her was placed in a glass cabinet.

The giant was listening carefully to the ensemble of thousands of books, but he was not as painful as Anna, but instead enjoyed it.

It wasn't until Duker stepped forward that he reluctantly broke away from the state of enjoyment and looked at the other person with his only remaining eye.

"Fulgrim? Isn't he imprisoned in Macragge?"

Duker frowned slightly, not understanding the meaning of Magnus' words for a moment.

"Did he escape from prison?"

"No, it's another one." Magnus continued, "This is different from that purple-skinned man. You see, this is our proud little phoenix."

Following Magnus's words, the spices placed on the table ignited spontaneously without fire, and the lingering ashes and smoke reflected light and shadow across time and space.

Look at Fulgrim on the screen.

Duker was silent.

Although he didn't know exactly what was going on, he could guess that it was most likely Fulgrim's clone, and it was probably the one cloned by the old Chinese medicine doctor and made a deal with the Endless Trazin. .

And according to the words of the old Chinese medicine doctor Fabius, this cloned Fulgrim cannot escape the fate of betraying the empire.

Character determines destiny. The clone Fulgrim inherited all the memories and personality of the original, and naturally cannot escape his sad fate.

He is also a person who excessively pursues perfection.

As long as this doesn't change, he can't change anything and will only let the tragedy happen again.

In the past, Fabius had cloned a total of three original bodies, Iron Hand Ferus, Wolf God Horus, and Emperor's Son Fulgrim.

In addition, Fabius even tried to clone the Emperor, but before his experiment could succeed, he was completely destroyed by a group of Blood Angels.

Each clone has absolute loyalty to the Empire and compassion for humanity.

To be honest, Duker didn't know what to think of these clones.

If two people have the same appearance, the same character, the same memory, or even the same ideal.

Should we regard him as an independent individual, a continuation of another life, or a lonely figure who walked out from thousands of years ago?

"How about it, Dukel, do you want to meet him?" Magnus on the side said with a strange smile, "Our clone brother is eager to meet you."

"You seem to be gloating?" Duker glanced at him.

"Of course." Magnus smiled even more weirdly, "Ten thousand years ago, Fulgrim, who claimed to be noble and noble, the proud phoenix, that annoying conspicuous person, when he knew that he had personally killed the brother with whom he had the deepest affection. That's interesting, isn't it?"

"I guess he will kneel in front of you and beg for forgiveness."

Magnus looked like he was having fun.

Fulgrim may not be the most powerful of the Primarchs, but he is definitely the one with the best record.

On Istvan V, he killed the Lord of Steel, Faenus, who had the best relationship with him.

After ascending to the demonic realm, he pierced Guilliman with another sword. The Imperial Regent was on the verge of death on the spot. He relied on the stasis field to retain the last bit of life. It was not until recently that he was revived by the Eldar Death Army and the Mechanical Archmagos Cawl and others.

Theoretically, Fulgrim had killed Guilliman at that time.

Killed two Primarchs by himself.

"Do you regard them as one person?" Duker looked at Magnus and asked back.

"Why not? They have the same thoughts. After my observation, his thoughts are no different from Fulgrim's ten thousand years ago."

Duker did not speak.

After thinking for a moment, he looked at Shivara beside him.

As one of the people who was most familiar with Duker, Shivara immediately understood what the Primarch meant and turned to leave the room.

Shivara led a team to leave the Inner Fire in a flying vehicle, and soon they returned again.

When Shivara came back, there was one more person in her team.

Although this man was covered by a hooded robe, his specific appearance could not be seen.

But along the way, his giant-like body still attracted the attention of the mortals on the deck of the Soul Fire.

Soon, Dukel and Magnus saw him.

When he took off the hood of his robe and revealed his face, it seemed that a burst of brilliance instantly illuminated the entire room, dazzling people.

He was handsome and high-spirited, just as the two primarchs remembered.

"You go out first." Dukel turned his head and looked at the Soul Sisters and the Destroyers.

"But, my lord, this man is not trustworthy, he is very dangerous." Shivara said with some concern.

The Soul Sisters, who were the guards of the Primarch, were also unwilling to leave.

Dukel waved his hand, "He can't hurt me."

His words carried the meaning of not being able to be refuted.

The nuns and the Destroyers knew that the Warmaster had made up his mind, and under the orders of the other party, they could only temporarily leave the room.

They stayed at the door, keeping a high level of alert.

If there was any abnormality inside, they would rush in immediately.

With the click of the door lock, the metal door closed completely.

In the huge room, only three Primarchs were left.

The atmosphere was a little heavy. The identities of the three Primarchs were subtle. Ten thousand years ago, their relationship was not friendly, and now it was even more difficult to distinguish between enemies and friends.

Ten thousand years ago, Fulgrim was dissatisfied with Duke's attitude and said behind his back that he was a hypocritical guy.

Duke also felt from the bottom of his heart that Fulgrim was vain and narrow-minded.

"I think you should know who you are?" After a brief eye contact, Duke calmly looked at the so-called Primarch brother in front of him.

A clone, a clone with all of Fulgrim's memories.

"I was created by a descendant who longed for my guidance, but was abandoned by him." Fulgrim's words still carried a little hatred.

Even though he had killed a clone of Fabius not long ago, he was still angry.

Dukel walked towards him. He was about five meters tall, which was rare among the Primarchs. His bright eyes shone in the slightly dim room.

"Fulgrim, I don't know how to look at you, but this name has caused great trauma to the Empire, and the scars of betrayal have not healed yet."

"We once had a common ideal and were willing to sacrifice our lives for it, but you and others strangled it in the bud before hope came. Today, how can I trust you and let you be redeemed, my brother."

Hearing Dukel's words, a trace of urgency flashed across Fulgrim's face.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but hesitated because of his lack of courage.

But he finally spoke, "Duke, I am just a copy of that man. The mistakes he made do not mean that I will repeat them."

Duke shook his head, "Since you inherited his name, you have been closely connected with him and cannot be easily shaken off."

"You inherited his memory, inherited his appearance. Inherited everything from him, including his fate and sins. This is fair."

Duke's words made Fulgrim's heart sink a little bit.

He already knew what the other self had done.

He killed Finus with his own hands and pierced Guilliman's throat with a poisonous blade with his own hands.

Countless people of the Empire died because of him, and the Empire fell into an age of ignorance and darkness.

"I'm sorry, maybe the Empire will never accept me again, but please give me salvation, brother."

Fulgrim seemed to have lost all his courage at this moment and lowered his proud head.

This is an incredible thing for a Primarch.

They can only admit their mistakes when facing the Emperor. In the past, there was no such thing as admitting mistakes between brothers. They would rather fight each other than admitting mistakes.

During the Great Crusade, the Primarchs seemed to be united, but in fact, they were already full of contradictions and disliked each other.

But at this moment, Fulgrim bowed his head and admitted his mistakes to Dukel and the Empire.

When Fulgrim was created, he was still the Phoenician who pursued perfection.

He was the arrogant man who was easily tempted by false promises. He thought he could avoid the mistakes in his memory and move towards true perfection.

But when he escaped from the cage of the Endless and killed Fabius' clone with his own hands.

Fulgrim saw the despair and pain in the other's eyes.

The other's eyes made him fall into confusion.

Even if his former kinsman, Finus, was resurrected a thousand times, he would still insult him and find a chance to kill him.

It seemed that in the eyes of everyone, he was no different from the man he used to be.

"Fulgrim, maybe the evil deeds you committed in the past were all involuntarily, but how many criminals since ancient times are born evil? I can choose to forgive and trust you, then what about others, those people and soldiers who were killed by this name?"

Fulgrim raised his head and looked at Dukel, and he sighed.

He knew that what the other said was true. As long as he still carried this name, he would never escape those sins.

But if he chose to give up, give up Fulgrim's appearance, identity, power, and even the memory in his mind.

Then who should he be.

Just when Fulgrim was in a dilemma.

"Zheng--" The sound of the sword coming out of the sheath sounded.

Fulgrim was stunned for a moment, then instinctively shrank his neck.

At this moment, a sword with a blade as red as fire was handed to him.

"Now, I give you two choices." Duker continued,

"If you want redemption, pick up this sword and fight for me, for the Empire, and for yourself. I don't know what the Endless One has in mind when he released you, but no matter what his true intention is, this sword is enough to cut it off."

"And you will become a redeemer, forever walking in the darkness of the Empire."

"I got the news that Fabius recently appeared in the Gallagher galaxy. His experiment is nearing its end, and twenty cloned Primarchs are about to be born. I want you to temporarily put aside your heart. 's hatred, stare at him until twenty cloned Primarchs are successfully born, then you must kill him completely immediately. "

"As for the second choice - I will give you a rich planet, you give up everything that belongs to Fulgrim, your name, identity, power, etc. and you will live there for the rest of your life, your life will be very superior and worry-free. This is all I can do for you. If you choose this one, you can never leave that world again in this life. Remember this, I don't want the sword in my hand to be stained with the blood of my brothers. "

Fulgrim fell into deep thought.

He thought for a long time, and the whole room was silent in a strange silence.

After a long time, Fulgrim took the sword handed to him.

The red blade passed by.

But this sword was not to attack Dukel, but he personally cut a horrifying scar on his face.

The blade fell, and the blood kept flowing.

He was as fast as lightning, without the slightest hesitation. Dukel could have stopped him, but he sensed Fulgrim's determination.

His face was bloody and no longer as perfect as before.

"I choose to atone for his sins, but I am not him."

Fulgrim made his own choice, but he did not accept the tragic fate.

Duker did not speak, but smiled.

He knew that Fulgrim was no longer obsessed with perfection, and this was also his oath not to repeat the same mistakes.

But from the time when Fulgrim destroyed his own face, he may have begun to truly move towards perfection.

Perfection is never superficial.