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"Can you guarantee that this will not happen again?"

Angron did not agree. He stood on the bridge with a serious face: "This time, you met Nurgle, who will you meet next time?"

"As long as I don't take the initiative to provoke them, the illusions on the Star Torch and Vengeance are enough to obscure our whereabouts. It's impossible for them to have all their eyes on us."

"It's just hypothetical."

Angron was still shaking his head. For him, liberating this star area occupied by Chaos is indeed a top priority, but if He Shenyan makes a little mistake because of this...

He didn't want to think about the possible consequences of this - just imagine, if he fell to Chaos, unless the Emperor himself stepped down from the Golden Throne, who in the Empire could stop him? What's more, if the Emperor did that, humanity could basically be declared extinct.

"Assuming it's just an idea, I've had plenty of experience...etc."

The mage suddenly frowned, and the Vengeance stopped in place in an instant. He made a look of listening intently and closed his eyes. Angron stood warily beside him.

Although he was not a psionicist, his intuition as a Primarch was warning him wildly, and at one point Angron thought he was being exposed to artillery fire. The similar tingling made him frown, and the muscles in his arms trembled slightly.

"What happened?" he asked in a low voice.

"Space is blocked..."

He Shenyan opened his eyes, and he said solemnly: "Just now, all the star fields around us were blocked. The close connection between the material realm and the subspace was cut off."

"what do you mean......?"

"Yes, it's what you think." He Shenyan took a deep look at the porthole, it was dark outside, and there were not many stars in sight. "Some of them personally took action."

Angron is not a scholar.

He is proficient in combat and warfare, and knows all the arts that can kill the enemy, and has sharpened them to the unspeakable with the blood of the enemy for a long time. He was a good general, but not a very good scholar or philosopher.

Unlike his brother, he was not a philosopher, not an artist, and was not interested in literature or mathematics. In his spare time, Angron usually chooses to train alone. He would stay in the training room for four or five days, while facing dozens of training puppets with real guns and live ammunition to sharpen himself.

Through this uninterrupted brutal training,

He just became what he is now. And this also means that it is impossible for him to fully understand what the mage just said. But Angron was an excellent general, and his sense of war allowed him to quickly grasp the context of the whole thing and find something unusual in it.

"Vengeance's voyage is completely secret, isn't it?" he asked quickly.

"Of course, all kinds of illusion spells and shielding formations are always running and never stop."

"Then," said Angron gloomily. "That also means we've never really been out of their sight."

"A trap, isn't it...?" He Shenyan nodded thoughtfully. "One ring after another, I didn't even realize we were being watched. It was scary."

Angron bared his teeth unpleasantly, like an angry dog: "Disgusting conspiracies, even among them, Tzeentch is the one that disgusts me the most."

As soon as the word 'Tianqi' was uttered, it began to echo on the bridge, one after another.

Angron's voice gradually transformed into some kind of chilling sound in this endless echo.

The blasphemous words seemed to possess magical power, and they spontaneously vibrated in the air. The originally invisible air actually showed some ripples in this shock, as if the space was being torn apart bit by bit.

Immediately after that—the purple light shone through the torn gap. For some reason, Angron suddenly burst into a great anger out of thin air, almost tearing him in half.

"It wasn't Tzeentch or his family who came here, but me, the two guests..."

A metallic creaking sound resounded from the far end of the bridge, and the light dimmed, leaving only an ominous purple light. The creature's scaly skin rubbed against the ground, making a dizzying screeching noise, and a putrid musk smell began to fill the air.

"Don't think about welcoming me?"

The creature protruded its slender head from the darkness, and the shape was long and narrow, which was unpleasant and full of strange beauty at the same time. The long, tousled white hair was scattered in its own way behind its head, and crimson horns protruded from it like a crown given to it by Slaanesh himself.

And that face.

That face...

That face made Angron fall into an ice cave, and the blood all over his body seemed to freeze in an instant - it was a face he was extremely familiar with.

It was Fulgrim's face.

The creature came out of the darkness completely, and the ambiguous purple light hit its body, full of depraved charm. Its legs have disappeared, replaced by a long, stout snake's tail. The body and head were deliberately elongated, like some kind of bad joke.

The ribcage has mutated to accommodate its new pair of arms. The skin became a brilliant purple, its body was perfect, the snake skin shone with the light of a thousand gems exploding at the same time, and the movement alone was enough to make the Eldar feel ashamed.

We can say this - even after his fall, Fulgrim was still handsome. Beautiful to grotesque, grotesquely handsome. As if someone distorted the original meaning of the word and wanted to mock the world for it.

The distorted form is beyond the limit that the human mind can accept, making people feel a kind of heartfelt beauty between nausea and numbness.

This body is so grotesque that it is impossible to even appear in the deepest nightmares of mankind, because this is the nightmare itself.

The creature with the face of Fulgrim raised its right hand—I mean, the original right hand.

Its nails are painted with paint, and it giggles: "Why stare at me like that, my darling—oh wait a minute..."

It frowned, and her androgynous beauty all burst out at this moment. That frown arc is heartbreaking.

"You..." It looked at Angron's face and suddenly laughed.

Just the right reserved smile and its slender body formed a debauchery temptation, the creature's four hands began to wander over the body, and it licked its profile with its long forked disgusting tongue, tightly. stared at Angron.

"My brother, you are so handsome, like a gem wrapped in stone. I really want to peel your skin and take a good look inside..."

Angron's breathing was very heavy, and the sound in the breathing grille was very loud. His face was expressionless, but the flesh on his face was trembling all the time. He Shenyan could see from the slight trembling of his body that he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

"Come on, my brother, no, my new brother—join me, it will make you happy! And this handsome gentleman, oh! You look so good!"

Its laughter became more and more seductive: "We can be three of us together, what do you think?"

"Stop!"

Angron growled.

The armor climbed up from the soles of his feet like a flowing silver liquid, extending all the way to the top of his head. The black and red warrior stood there, as if influenced by his emotions, and the shape of the armor itself became hideous.

Thick and irregular sharp spikes are bright red, and high-temperature airflow seeps through the gaps in the ribs of the armor, twisting the air.

"You pathetic monster, how dare you use his face, his voice to say such a depraved thing? You shameless disgusting monster!"

The creature said languidly, "That's all? Be tough, honey, we're not even flirting."

It even stretched its waist: "Can't you be a little shy? Say something really powerful, such as insulting my past, etc. Really, why are you so stupid? You want me to teach you how to scold me? "

Angron's face twitched. For the first time in his life, he wished he didn't have ears.

The mage stretched out his right hand and stopped Angron, who wanted to rush up.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the unpleasant body of this creature. The other party noticed his gaze, and his chest was quite bare, showing a tiao teasing smile.

He Shenyan noticed that it didn't realize what was in his golden pupils, and this discovery made him smile calmly.

And the creature interpreted his smile as something else.

It exhales with a warm, fragrant breath. But Angron, who smelled it, almost wanted to vomit. The scent of the mixture formed by thousands of things is fragrant, but it has an irresistible smell of corruption. Like a beautiful flower that is dying.

Like flowers on a corpse pile—their scent comes from the countless corpses buried beneath them.

"Do you want to try it too? Oh dear, don't be shy, if you do better than him, I'll give you a little reward, how about that?"

Between the words, it licked the gaps between its fingers, and its long forked tongue wrapped tightly around its slender fingers. The viscous liquid remained on it, reflecting purple light.

The muffled voice was like a scream between the beds.

"You look so ugly, Oglin orcs are more beautiful than you." The mage said coldly.

With just this sentence, the smile on the creature's face disappeared.

Angron glanced at He Shenyan in amazement - he still underestimated the ability of mages to belittle others. The fact that this kind of precise and quick grasp of other people's pain points made him unable to learn.

And He Shenyan continued.

"Abandoning the human form for the pleasures of depravity, it seems you're content with your wriggling wretchedness. You know slugs? They're just like you, disgusting, twisted. But slugs You can still contribute to the natural ecology, but you can only crawl on the ground, leaving your meandering traces and dirty water all over the place. Not even the mud can stand you.”

"Honestly, you're so ugly—I'd rather go and have an orc touch me than let you touch me. No, comparing you to them is an insult to them, they're much more normal looking than you. "

"you......."

The creature spoke sullenly, and Angron thought it was going to be angry. But, it didn't.

It started to tremble.

The four arms of the alien moved slowly, making meaningful hints. Touching each other, entangled with each other. The creature's eyes turned up slightly, and the body trembled and let out a long moan.

Immediately afterwards, it twisted its body and made an impatient sound.

"It's wonderful, my good sir - can I have the pleasure of knowing your name? I'm going to write your name down and I'll say it every night. Your name will be on my lips Collision, like I lick your body..."

It recites long sentences with graceful rhythm, like some poet.

Angron felt more and more uncomfortable, and he had gradually calmed down—no matter whose face this creature was, it would definitely not be the person he knew.

At the same time, its four arms stopped moving. They stretched out from each other, and it took four fallen weapons out of nowhere. The shapes do not match each other, and each one looks like clumsy graffiti, the colors are chaotic, and the mirror-like reflections reflect the colorful light.

Toxic.

Angron was immediately aware of the dangers of those weapons, and a flash of golden thunder lit up between his hands—a giant blitzkrieg appeared out of nowhere, and electric currents snaked across the ground.

The creature glanced at the weapon in surprise and giggled: "It must be nice to be slashed by this baby once, right?"

"You'll understand."

Angron seemed to have completely dismissed the effect of anger on him, the cold air spitting out of the breathing grille between his words. The ground began to spread its layers of ice. The essence of the primarchs is revealed at this moment.

They can influence reality by will alone.

The four blades were as quick as a serpent attacking, and the monster's intentions were clear. It has agility beyond ordinary people's imagination. At the beginning of the battle, it intends to rely on this agility to suppress Angron's range of activities, and then directly kill the mage - at least touch him.

That's what it thought and what it did, but things didn't go the way it expected.

Angron stood there and didn't move at all, a sneer appeared on his face under his helmet. The golden flame appeared out of thin air, spreading like a wall of fire on the bridge, and quickly pushed it to the place where the creature stood. It let out a panicked scream, immediately realizing whose power it was.

He Shenyan watched it frantically run around in the flames, turned his head to Angron and said, "Is there a contradiction between Tzeentch and Slaanesh?"

"......how could I know?"

"I think there should be. This idiot came to our ship with the power of Tzeentch. But Tzeentch didn't tell it a little bit about my current situation."

He Shenyan shrugged, seeing that it could not feel any pleasure under the burning of the flame, but just screamed in pain, and laughed coldly.