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Revenge.

There are still 72 hours until arrival in Terra.

72 hours, three days, may it be long or short.

The engine of the Revenge roared for four days. During these four days, the supply of magic power was not interrupted for a moment. It ran over countless reefs or planet fragments on the road at a manic speed. They were ruthlessly crushed into pieces.

After the inorganic matter is captured, it will also be captured by the exploration and transformation array around the Revenge, thus providing it with energy.

Make the best use of everything, nothing more than that.

In the main control room, a fierce argument was breaking out.

"Going to Istvan at this time?! Holy Terra is under attack, but you ask us to go in a circle to the damn Istvan?!"

Angron looked at Fulgrim in disbelief. The latter was sunk deep in his chair. Phoenix looked extremely tired at this time. His eyes were sunken and his mouth was pursed tightly.

He didn't say a word, but Angron raised his hand with lingering anger and slammed it on the table: "For the sake of the Emperor, is your brain broken? Do you need me to find it?

How many doctors will come over to take a look at you?"

"Stop for a moment, Angron." He Shenyan made a gesture, and the alloy table top that was imprinted by Angron began to repair itself. At the same time, the mental tentacles also led him away from the round table.

The mage turned his head, looked at Fulgrim, and asked calmly: "The voice you heard is still calling your name, right?"

"Yes." Phoenix closed his eyes and his voice sounded like he was talking in sleep.

"And, as time went on, I started to hear more clearly what he was saying. I even knew he was there."

"What did he say?"

"The Ancient Sage awaits you here - he calls me from Istvan III."

Fulgrim was silent for a while, and then spoke again with difficulty: "I remember this name. Ancient Sage Rilla... He joined the Third Legion at the end of the Terra Unification War.

Before I came back, he fought alongside my father."

"Wishful thinking, you are saying stupid things that even a madman cannot say." Angron sneered. "A Terran veteran, survived on Isstvan III. Do you think this kind of thing could happen?

?"

"Why not?"

Phoenix asked calmly, still not opening his eyes: "Your sergeant, Givadoron. Didn't he also persist among a group of traitors for ten thousand years?"

"This is different."

"What's different?"

"You want to know why?"

Angron sat up, put his hands on the alloy round table, and said calmly: "Because Givadoron has never betrayed, he has never betrayed the ideals of mankind. He did not survive by relying on his loyalty to me - but

It’s his own will!”

"The same goes for ancient sage Rilla."

Fulgrim finally opened his eyes.

"He has always stood firmly on the side of the empire and humanity. When the entire legion followed me and fell into chaos, only a few people dared to stay awake and choose the right path. This is difficult, extremely difficult.

"

Fulgrim said word by word: "Finally, I sit here - I sit in front of you. After experiencing so many shameful betrayals and blasphemy, I finally have reason and clarity again, so I am very

I understand how difficult it is to choose the right path, and because of this, I firmly believe that the ancient sage Rilla will never betray."

"A family story." Angron crossed his arms and asked coldly, anger condensed in his eyes, as if it would burst out completely in the next moment: "In your heart, is Terra more important, or your heirs?"

Fulgrim raised his head suddenly. This question seemed to touch his Achilles heel, causing bloodshot eyes to appear in Phoenix's eyes: "These are not two equal questions!"

"No, this is it."

Angron smiled instead of being angry, and the sharp canines poked out from his lips: "You shameful betrayer, Fulgrim. You have never been truly loyal to humans and the Empire, even if you are a dirty and perverted descendant clone.

The same goes for you who has never fallen. You keep saying that you are completely awake, but look at the demands you make!"

The roar echoed in the main control room: "You are not worthy of using his name! The person I know will never be entangled in the life and death of one or two children when the empire is in crisis. If the ancient sage Rila is still alive, he will

After knowing that you have such thoughts, do you think he will be moved?! No, he will be ashamed of you! Because you have wavered! You have wavered between the empire and him. No, let me make it clearer.

.....”

"You just want to make up for the mistakes you made in the past, Fulgrim. You are still pursuing perfection, and your nature remains unchanged."

Fulgrim was trembling all over. He didn't know whether he should be angry or not, or even why he wanted to express this idea. Every word that came out of Angron's mouth tortured his heart and made him feel sad.

Phoenix couldn't help but really ask himself: Am I really... destined to fall?

A hand reached out and gently placed on his shoulder. Fulgrim raised his head and saw the mage's calm golden eyes, and his heart suddenly calmed down.

He heard He Shenyan say: "We are humans, Fulgrim. And humans are creatures dominated by emotions. This is our greatest advantage and our greatest disadvantage."

"Moreover, making up for the mistakes made in the past is not the same as pursuing perfection." He Shenyan smiled. "Don't listen to the nonsense of that bastard who was blinded by anger."

Ignoring Angron's glare, he picked up the power sword that Fulgrim had put aside. It belonged to Sol Tarvitz. He Shenyan handed the sword to him and said softly: "I

I trust you know what the right choice is, Fulgrim. This is difficult...but, think of Sol Tarvitz."

Fulgrim left in a daze, and his mental state was still not very good. Considering that he had been tortured by an innocent ghost from the past for so long, He Shenyan decided to be more tolerant to him. More importantly, if he really

Without loyalty, he would not be able to pick up the sword.

He Shenyan leaned on the table and looked at Angron with a smile: "You were very angry just now."

"Yes."

The Lord of Red Sand readily admitted: "I am indeed very angry, but those words are not my sincerity. I want to provoke him into a fight with me. Maybe this will make this idiot feel better."

"This won't solve the problem." He Shenyan said calmly. "Unlike you, Fulgrim is sensitive and fragile. He pursues perfection because he has low self-esteem - he lives under the shadow of the Emperor. This

It is also the fate of every child. They will be shadowed by their father's shadow, but in the end they will completely break free."

"You seem to have a lot of confidence in him."

He Shenyan said strangely: "He is a clone, Angron. His biological age is less than two years old."

The mage spread his hands: "And it's not just him, I have confidence in you all."

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There are no complicated decorations on Sol Tarvitz's power sword. It is a round iron-gray weighted ball. The sword grid is a skull that represents human purity. There are wing-shaped guards on both sides of the skull.

This is a sharp blade that can cut iron as well as clay, but it is extremely safe in Fulgrim's hands. The stance on the sword has not been activated. He unconsciously caressed the blade with two fingers, walking on the empty first floor.

Inside the bridge.

Very few people usually come here, and the people on the ship, whether they are Astartes or the Astra Militarum, will not come here rashly. As if it is a convention, this place is regarded by them as some kind of sacred place.

On weekdays, they only move around on the second deck and the bottom deck. Fulgrim remembered the report from the center of the circle a few days ago, which said that the refugees had built a small city on the bottom deck.

The vitality of human beings is really as strong as weeds. For millions of years, these mortals who were once looked down upon by the Emperor's sons have struggled to survive in natural and man-made disasters generation after generation.

They have to face complicated taxes and corrupt low-level officials. If they were not born in the Garden World or the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar in Guilliman, then most people would probably have been in a factory from birth to death.

Spend your life.

They don't have the so-called 'artistic qualities' that the Emperor's Children and Fulgrim value, and they have no ability to create great works. They have never truly understood any profound truth. They just work, get married, and have children. And then

die.

That's all.

However, they formed the cornerstone of the empire.

Fulgrim stopped. He suddenly realized how wrong he was in the past - he blindly pursued various arts and did not allow himself to lose elegance even in battle. But what's the use of this?

Woolen cloth?

He was able to paint with various high-quality canvases and paints during his long life because there were people working silently behind the scenes. The expensive wine he drank was also brewed by them. And those people really didn't

'Artistic'? No, I'm afraid not.

They just didn't have the chance to show off their talents. These people gave everything for the empire. And until five minutes ago, Fulgrim didn't even subconsciously take them seriously.

A heavy sense of shame struck him. Fulgrim raised the sword in his hand and stared at the mirror-like blade. His purple pupils were reflected on it. When he raised his head again, the man between the Children and the Empire was

The embarrassed weakling has disappeared.

Now, I understand. We fight so that these people can one day be freed from the complicated labor, and so that their children can also enter the palace of art and pursue a better future. I am fighting for the future of the empire and mankind.

Fight...not for so-called perfection.

Who is perfect? ​​I am not, not even the Emperor is perfect. Otherwise, how could I have fallen?

Phoenix suddenly smiled.