Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 514 4.32 Calm Malcador

The shuttle carrying the two primarchs stopped at the parking bay, and the blue flame in the engine went out. Abaddon came down first and guided the two primarchs onto the deck of the Vengeful Spirit.

There were not many people on the deck of the Vengeful Spirit. Apart from the necessary servitors, there was no one else visible, and it was very desolate.

Fulgrim raised his head and looked at the fleet of the Sons of Horus in the void. Those giant ships were floating above the equatorial trajectory of Cadia, arranged in a regular pattern.

It's not like a formation to prevent the fleet from being raided.

A huge buzzing sound sounded, and Fulgan turned his head and saw another shuttle also stopped at the parking bay next to their shuttle.

The billowing mist drifted out from the shuttle's slowly opened hatch. A strange purple light accompanied the golden flames in the white mist. A man holding a scepter stepped down the steps——

Malcador? !

Fulgrim remembered the emperor's words before, and he wanted to rush over to ask what happened, but Luojia in front of him stopped him. The Word Bearer's head floated quietly, as if to say, don't be impatient.

As soon as the old man appeared, the Sons of Horus beside Fulgrim raised their guns in alarm.

Malcador coughed and tapped his scepter.

The pressure is coming!

Except for the non-human form of the original body, almost everyone felt that sense of oppression - a heavy, calm aura.

Behind Luojia, Fulgen's hands trembled slightly. He stared at the purple flames stained on Malcador's scepter. He might know what it was.

Malcador?

The old man took off his hood, and he was no longer wearing a plain cloak. Malcador was wearing a white robe and gold silk clothing, with gems shining in between.

The uncrowned king now only needs a crown.

Fulgrim swallowed, remembering the Emperor's last words, that if he wished to sleep peacefully he should go to Malcador.

But the question is, what happened to Malcador now? Why did he become like that?

Also, why did he appear alone on the Vengeful Spirit?

Malcador raised his eyes, and the old man's sharp eyes swept across Fulgen and Luojia. Unexpectedly, he didn't say anything, but turned his head disdainfully when he caught a glimpse of Luojia.

Luo Jia didn't have any reaction to this.

Abaddon stiffly guided them away.

+We shouldn't waste time. + Luojia's relaxed and cheerful voice sounded, + Let me go see my brother Horus. +

Luojia left first, followed by Malcador. Fulgen hoped to follow Luojia, but the old man pressed his scepter behind him.

"You follow me, Fulgrim."

It seems that their destinations are different. Lorgar and Abaddon went to the reception room of the Vengeful Spirit, while Malcador and Fulgrim followed a psyker and walked towards the depths of the Vengeful Spirit. .

"Let's go perform the summoning ceremony," Malcador said seriously, "we must succeed the first time."

Fulgan raised his eyes and looked at the purple flames floating on the old man's scepter.

[You...] The original body said with difficulty, [You have obtained part of his power? 】

"Slaanesh," Malcador said simply, "my son, you don't have to be so afraid of him now. He is no longer what he used to be."

Malcador waved his scepter, and the purple flames on it became more intense.

"They welcome our move to carve Him up, even..." Malcador, who was walking in front, glanced at Fulgen. The sharp look was different from the past, which made Fulgen feel strange.

"It is not impossible for a new god to replace Slaanesh."

[Do you want to——] Fulgan's words were stuck, and his voice was tinted with vibrato, [Me? 】

Malcador shook his head and spoke expressionlessly,

“The check was tempting, but no one could eat it.”

"We're not going to do that."

Fulgan breathed a sigh of relief, [No, I will never - become that kind of existence. 】

"Perhaps you should check on Mortarion later."

Malcador said easily, as black traces of blasphemy began to climb up the corridor, proving that they were almost there.

Malcador kicked away the screaming Nurgling on the ground, stepped over the pool of blood on the ground, waved away the flying bird feathers with his hand, the broken chandelier groaned above their heads, and they entered the side room prepared next to the hall.

Fulgrim's breathing paused for a second.

He saw himself as he might have been - he saw two, completely different Alphas.

"Long time no see, kid."

Malcador calmly said to the scarlet Alpha among them,

"Excuse me, can you go get ready first? I want to talk to Alpha."

The other, more bloated Alpha turned sideways and motioned for Fulgrim to follow him and leave. Fulgrim felt his scalp numb. Is Malcador really a good person? He couldn't help but wonder again.

As if feeling the confusion of the original body, Malcador sighed, and he looked at Fulgrim tiredly,

"I know you have a lot of confusion now. In fact, your father really thought about giving up on you - but you have proven yourself."

Malcador stretched out his hand, and he motioned for Fulgrim to take it up. The original body hesitated and stretched out his hand.

In front of them, the red-helmeted Alpha looked at them silently.

Malcador turned his head and looked at the Alpha with blurry eyes, but then looked at Fulgrim again, his pupils aimed at Fulgrim's eyes - Fulgrim saw -

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! 】

Fulgrim screamed, and in the flames, he saw Malcador's soul being eaten by purple flames.

Huge, chaotic, and disordered power impacts the soul of this psyker!

Malcador calmly let go of his hand,

"We decided to save you."

Makado said, "Fortunately, most of your value has been taken away, and no matter how greedy a being is, they won't look at you sideways."

Fulgrim bent over in pain and gasped. His eyes in the messy hair looked at Malcador in confusion. He squeezed out a few words from the corner of his mouth, "Give...me...give it to me now." 】

Malcador was silent, the uncrowned king lowered his scepter, and a little purple flame dripped down the scepter from the outstretched hand of the original body, and quickly climbed up Fulgrim's arm.

Fulgrim took a deep breath, waiting for the pain to come, but unexpectedly, there was no pain, no tearing.

The silver-haired original body straightened up in disbelief. He looked at Malcador, who was still calm, and opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Malcador before he could speak.

"Okay, let's go in, time is running out."

Malcador glanced at the door flatly, "Let's go."

Fulgrim trembled, what he wanted to say, through Malcador's soul, the original body seemed to have a glimpse of the truth. Finally, Fulgrim moved his lips, [Thank you. 】

Malcador waved his hand indifferently, and Omega took Fulgen into the hall.

The old man coughed and turned to look at Alpha.

"I remember I didn't teach you this?"

Malcador said calmly.

He responded with an angry roar, and Alpha, blessed by the Blood God, rushed towards Malcador, the next second. Malcador was strangled by the neck and pressed against the wall!

【Old man! ] The foul-smelling blood sprayed on Malcador's face.

Malcador raised his eyebrows.

"Since you already believe in the Blood God, then - let's have a fight?"

No more, okay

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