Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Fulgrim's face was bleeding.

He made his own choice, he would no longer pursue the vain perfection.

When Fulgrim made this decision, when his face was destroyed and no longer flawless, he found that he could stand firmly and easily in front of Duker.

He was no longer the ghost of the Phoenician who was obsessed with vanity and regarded perfection as supreme.

He was the demigod who saved his home planet, the lost hero of the empire, and the redeemer who was full of remorse for Finus.

Fulgrim's spirit seemed to have returned to the time before he entered the Laerce system, the world that made him fall, and his spirit gradually moved towards the deformed disaster land.

Fulgrim, the former Primarch of the Emperor's Son, wiped out the stab alien race in the Laerce system.

The proud Primarch took away the sword enshrined in the stab temple without a care - the sword of the stab.

But at that time, he knew almost nothing about the warp, so how could he have thought that a Slaanesh demon would reside in this sword.

The whispers of the demons kept ringing in his ears day and night, and Fulgrim began to become radical and went to extremes.

Under the temptation of the demons, his originally small character flaws were infinitely magnified.

He began to envy those brothers who had achieved results.

Fulgrim thought that Finus's kindness to him was a humiliation.

The advice given to him by the second Primarch also became a manifestation of his contempt for him in his eyes.

Yes, how could Finus have good intentions? He seemed to have risked his life to save himself many times, just to prove that the Primarch of the Iron Hands was far superior to him, Fulgrim.

What's so great about Dukor? Why did he believe that he couldn't succeed?

The brothers were malicious, and the high and mighty Lord of Humanity was even more indifferent and ruthless. This empire didn't wait!

Fulgrim's heart became more and more twisted, and he himself did not notice that under the impact of various extreme emotions, his behavior lost its past diligence and became more and more greedy for pleasure.

Finally, he waited for the opportunity.

When Horus showed him his ambition to use the power of Chaos to defeat the Emperor and then lead mankind to the true peak.

Fulgrim's heart was moved.

He followed Horus to betray the Empire without hesitation, and it was this choice that made him completely slide into the arms of the evil god.

In the landing battle of Isstvan V, he was once again controlled by the demon of the sword of the piercing sword in the duel, and cut off the head of Fenus with his own hands.

When the demon of Slaanesh no longer controlled his body, when he regained consciousness, he saw the body of his closest brother, and he was holding the head of the other in his hand.

Even if he fell into Chaos, Fulgrim still felt uneasy about this matter.

After learning that Fabius could clone the Primarch, his first reaction was not to rebuke him, but to order Fabius to clone Finus.

Fabius succeeded, and Finus stood alive in front of him again.

Fulgrim tried to persuade his brother, but the cloned Finus still chose to stand on the side of the Emperor and tried to kill him.

He killed the cloned Finus again and again, which not only did not solve his knot, but made his heart more painful.

Fulgrim was completely desperate. He sank into endless pleasure and was no longer willing to face the reality under the stars.

But this time, clone Fulgrim made a completely different choice from ten thousand years ago.

He chose to scratch his face and face the world with an ugly and hideous face. He might not be able to give up the pursuit of perfection, but from this moment on he was completely isolated from the superficial perfection.

Fulgrim's face was still bleeding, and the bright red blood dyed most of his face red and flowed to the ground unstoppably.

The Primarchs all have super strong recovery ability, but at this moment, the wound on his face can't even stop bleeding, let alone heal.

Moreover,

The pain from the wound,

People who are often cut by knives know very well that they will not feel pain at the moment when the sharp blade passes through, just like a popsicle passing through the surface of the skin.

But as time goes by, when the skin and flesh are exposed to the air, the burning pain will come instantly.

Fulgrim has been through hundreds of battles and has suffered countless injuries. Such flesh wounds were originally not worth mentioning to him and he didn't take them seriously at all.

But at this moment, the pain from this wound is like thousands of poisonous snakes biting every nerve of his body.

Even with the amazing endurance of the Primarch, he had to grit his teeth tightly at this moment to prevent himself from screaming.

His cheeks were even twitching and shaking.

But in comparison, what he cared more about was the doubts in his heart.

Fulgrim checked himself quickly. His self-healing ability could not disappear for no reason.

Since it was not his own problem, the current situation could only be this sword.

He looked at the sword that Duker handed him. The blade was as dazzling as flowing flames. On the translucent fiery red force field on the surface, there were also mysterious runes that he could not understand.

"Brother, scream out when it hurts." Magnus said sarcastically on the anti-gravity instrument, "We will all laugh at you."

Fulgrim's mouth twitched.

Then he looked at Duker, "Brother, what is this sword?"

"This sword is..."

Magnus, who knew something about this sword, was about to answer to show his knowledge, but as soon as he said it, he was glared back by Duker.

"This sword is one of my swords." Duker looked solemn. "It is also a sacred object of our Second Legion!"

"The attack of this sword can reach directly to the soul. It can not only kill all powerful enemies, but also has a good sealing ability. Just pierce the blade, even evil beings deep in the sea of ​​souls can be killed. It’s completely sealed.”

"But it is not perfect." He continued, "Since each full-power slash requires an unimaginable amount of energy, the charge of this sword is only enough for it to attack at full strength three times. After three times, you need to harvest The devil's soul comes to charge it."

"Based on this characteristic, this sword is not suitable for daily use. It is more suitable for facing powerful enemies that cannot be defeated, or for executing the enemy's leader." Duker laid his eyes on this flaming sword.

"That's why I named it - the Sword of Judgment."

Dukel's voice echoed through the room.

Fulgrim's eyes were full of shock that could not be concealed.

"Dukele, are you really going to lend it to me temporarily?" Fulgrim was extremely moved at this moment.

He is a guilty person, and his name is burdened with endless sins. It is a blessing to be recognized by the empire again.

Unexpectedly, this brother who had been at odds with him thousands of years ago not only accepted him and gave him a chance for redemption, he even entrusted the legion's holy relics to his hands.

"You and I, brothers, are blood relatives, no need to say more." Dukel patted him on the shoulder.

Fulgrim felt warm in his heart, and he nodded vigorously.

He did not promise anything in return, because he knew that any words at this moment would be in vain.

And he couldn't imagine anything that could repay the Warmaster's gift.

When Duker saw his appearance, he felt relieved.

In fact, the 'Judgment Blade' has another characteristic that he did not mention.

This sword actually has a soul, and it has its own personality. With the help of telepathic sensors, it only recognizes the genetic bloodline of the Second Legion.

Even if Fulgrim holds it in his hands, he cannot truly gain its approval.

Dukel's deepest hidden purpose - to clone Fulgrim, once there are signs of fallen chaos again, this sword will completely obliterate him.

Just like the stabbing sword that brought him into chaos thousands of years ago, the current sword of judgment does not allow him to betray the empire again.

But Duker really didn't expect that Fulgrim's first sword would actually hit him first.

If the power in his hands increases even a little bit, he may be confused.

After all, the purpose of developing this sword is to deliver a fatal blow to powerful enemies, and its lethality is unquestionable.

Duker looked at Fulgrim and continued,

"Your choice will get you what you want, Fulgrim. You made a mistake once, and now I will help you complete your redemption, sparing no effort. Complete your redemption and get your past mistakes back on track. Fabius and Horus are both powerful enemies, and the Necron Endless are also secretly watching your every move. They are like greedy beasts, trying to bite the flesh and blood from your body, and I will Give you enough strength to protect yourself and complete what I have told you.”

"This sword is just the beginning. Before you set off, I will equip you with an entire fleet."

Dukel was very generous.

After all, Fulgrim was going to complete the mission he assigned.

But this time, Fulgrim shook his head and rejected Dukel's kindness.

Fulgrim did not explain his reasons clearly.

——In fact, some of the Emperor's Children he met before, who immediately swore allegiance to him after meeting him.

Fulgrim looked at the deformed heirs, and after all, he couldn't bear to refuse this loyalty, and he didn't dare to tell Duker about it at the moment.

He feared that the Warmaster would become angry and instantly wipe out those Emperor's Children who also longed for redemption.

Duker just nodded when he saw this.

He then rang the bell, summoning the Psychic Sisters and the Doom Slayers.

"Treason, how dare you show your sword in front of the Warmaster!" The first time Doom walked in, he saw the Sword of Judgment in Fulgrim's hand.

He immediately scolded, drew his weapon, and assumed an attacking stance.

Fulgrim immediately put down the Sword of Judgment, and the Doom Slayer also took this opportunity to swarm up and control him in place.

"Don't be nervous, my son, we are just catching up on old times, Fulgrim has no intention of harming me." The Warmaster looked at the Doom Slayer,

"Send a squad of Doom Slayers and escort him to the Macragge's Glory, where he will be imprisoned with another Fulgrim."

"Yes, my lord," Doom replied.

Sivara, the spiritual nun with black hair and black eyes, was looking at Dukel, the Sword of Judgment, and Fulgrim.

Then Shivara took the initiative to stand up,

"My Lord, I don't think this matter is safe. A big man like Fulgrim should be escorted by our spiritual nuns. I will go there personally to ensure that the handover is completed."

Duker glanced at her. He didn't know what kind of little thoughts this nun had.

He just nodded casually, "Okay."

"Don't worry, my lord, it will be as you wish."

"Yes." Duker nodded again, and Shivara and the nuns escorted Fulgrim out together.

The Doom Slayers still stood where they were, adhering to their duty to protect the original body.

However, not long after leaving Shivara, she returned with a frustrated look on her face.

She claimed that her mission had failed and she had lost the target of the escort for this mission - and she emphasized that she did not intend to let the other party go.

After hearing her statement, Duker couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

The Primarch was very powerful, with bravery beyond mortals, decisive action, extraordinary sharpness, and a calm mind.

When Magnus was captured, Duker had to cut off his head.

In order to prevent the other party from escaping, he hung it around his waist in all battles, just because he was worried that mortals could not guard Magnus.

It was not until he returned to Terra and built this special "prison" in those years that he did not have to hang Magnus's head around his waist all day long.

In fact, even this prison could not completely trap Magnus.

Fortunately, this Primarch was a bookworm. As long as he was given endless books to read, Magnus would not bother to study how to escape.

But if the cloned Fulgrim could slip away from the eyes of the spiritual sisters led by Shivara in the blink of an eye.

Dukel would not believe it.

Supposedly Shivara guessed his thoughts and deliberately let Fulgrim go.

This is indeed what Dukel wanted.

"My Lord." At this time, Shivara suddenly came over, "It is my lack of ability that made it impossible to complete your task. Please punish me - I am willing to atone for this and be imprisoned for a hundred years like Efilar."

"Okay." Dukel nodded without hesitation, "Then choose a monastery for you on Ophelia VII. In the next hundred years, you are not allowed to step out of the monastery."

"Ah?" Shivara was stunned, it was obvious that this was different from what she expected.

"You don't want to?" Dukel glanced at him, "Forget it, it was just a joke just now. After all, even a conservative Primarch like Guilliman will show his humor at the right time."

Dukel patted Shivara's head.

"Okay, my master." Shivara sighed and said a little frustrated.

After Duker and Magnus continued to discuss some matters, they walked out of the secret room again.

Then, beside Duker, the void was rippled layer by layer, and the other side of the ripples was connected to the void.

He reached his hand into it and drew out the Sword of Judgment with a flaming blade again.

After seeing this scene, Dumu behind him hesitated and said, "Father, didn't you say before that this sword is the holy relic of the Legion? I thought..."

He saw with his own eyes that Fulgrim took the Sword of Judgment away.

"Who stipulated that the Legion can only have one holy relic?" Duker asked with a smile, "Why, do you want it too?"

Dumu nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

"Take your first batch of brothers and go to the arsenal of the Argent Energy Plant to get it. Use it sparingly, the current output of the Sword of Judgment is not high."

Hearing the words of the Primarch, Dumu and the Doom Warriors behind him, their eyes lit up at the same time.