Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 843 [285.] Uh uh uh please don’t be disgusting [Guilliman]

(Warning: Based on the relationship between the characters in the original GW novel, this chapter contains similar gay descriptions of Finus and Fulgrim (???))

[Why?!!]
The dim sunlight outside the window passed through and shone into the messy hall. The crystal chandelier on the ceiling had already fallen to the ground and shattered all over the floor. The scattered bullets rolled on the smooth marble floor and slowly stopped in the pool of blood.

Ripples appeared on the calm pool of blood, and a huge, angry, uncompromising roar was roaring.

[Why?!!!]
[Why?]
Behind the makeshift shelter, Angron panted and grinned. The maniac's mouth was torn, and he was holding his chest and gasping for breath, blood gushing out from between his fingers.

Damn it, [Fulgrim]'s skills are so good that the Primarch's sword seems to have a soul.

Angron grinned, recalling the countless confrontations just now, but unfortunately he was a little tired. Every time he attacked mentally, he saw a flawless pure white wall, as calm and perfect as the Phoenix itself.

Tsk tsk tsk, such a perfect prey... [Angron] wants to capture [Folgen] alive. The purer the virgin, the more lustful she becomes after her fall. He wants to dedicate this masterpiece to desire and make him suffer in the hell of greed.

Thinking of this, and thinking of the scene of Fulgrim's collapse, Angron felt a surge of energy and motivation climbing up his spine again. He licked his lips greedily, casually pulled out a syringe from his waist, aimed the needle at the second heart, and prepared to reward himself with another shot -

[You can save yourself the trouble, Angron.]
An extremely cold voice was heard, and Angron was shocked almost subconsciously. The Primarch looked up at the entrance to the side hall, where the World Eaters stationed were in a commotion.

[You disappoint me, Angron. I do not think wasting time on Terra for fun is a good idea.]
An unmistakable voice rang out, with a confusing feeling, as if the voice did not come from the throat, but from some higher-dimensional existence that was trying hard to imitate the human voice, just like a strange-colored sun slowly rising in front of them, the deep blue and golden light illuminated the entire hall, and everyone's faces were painted a strange blue.

[Guilliman...]
Before Angron could speak, Fulgrim spoke first. From behind a shelter that Angron could not see, Fulgrim's voice was like the calm sea before a raging wave, with destructive rage suppressed above the water.

[Traitor... I misjudged you.]
[In fact,]
The Primarch, who had grown taller, larger, more dazzling, and more hazy, strode into this space. The next moment, Angron felt that something had changed, as if the space they were in had been dug out and thrown into the subspace. In the blink of an eye, the reliefs in the entire hall seemed to come alive. They squirmed, but stopped before the soul could detect them. The crystals that fell to the ground also refracted many different blue flames.

[You misread everyone, Fulgrim - Fenus Manus is also involved in this rebellion, otherwise why haven't you ever seen the Iron Hands coming to support from orbit?]
In the silence, Angron seemed to see Fulgrim's livid face and the blood flowing from his mouth. Fulgrim fell silent, but then a roar of anger burst out from the silver-haired Primarch's mouth again.

[Until I see Fenus with my own eyes - I will not believe a word you say! Traitor, face me!]
Footsteps sounded, with determination and elegance, [Fulgrim] slowly walked out of the bunker where he was. His light armor was covered with dents, and the armor covering his left abdomen was completely shattered. The fragments of broken armor were embedded in a bloody mess. [Fulgrim]'s eyes were shining at this moment, and the long sword in his hand was shining even more.

[traitor?]
Guilliman smiled and stood still without any hurry, not even taking a fighting stance.
[The false emperor has been defeated,]
Guilliman raised his mouth.

[And you didn't even feel anything? Right? Because he had abandoned us, abandoned his children long ago - afraid that his flesh would be taken away and steal his power, so when he fell, his children couldn't even feel it.]
[You are lying, Guilliman.]
Fugen said calmly,
[The great Emperor will not be defeated by a buffoon like you.]
[Really? But unfortunately, everything I said was true. If you walk out of the narrow side hall, my friend, you will see the collapsed palace maze. The moment you see the ruins, you will realize the truth.]
Guilliman tilted his head and even took a small step to the side.

[Do you want to go and have a look? Actually, I don't want to fight with you, my brother. I am not that cruel false emperor.]
But in front of him, [Fogg], who was holding a sword, was motionless at this moment.

[Okay, so you chose the second option.]
Guilliman's smile remained, but murderous intent surged in his eyes. He calmly picked up the dagger in his hand - on it, the flesh and blood that had not been carved in time remained.

[I thought you'd enjoy seeing Magnus again.]
!!!

[Guilliman] took a step back and dodged the sneak attack from [Folgen]!

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Guilliman leaped to the side suddenly, thus avoiding a sudden shot from the darkness, and thus gave up the opportunity to almost chop off the head of the seriously injured Fenus.

[who? ]
Guilliman asked with a smile. Before he said this, the Ultramarines on the deck had already started shooting in that direction. The dense rain of bullets lit up the dawn on the deck.

【Here to kill you. 】

Finus, who had dodged the knife by taking advantage of Guilliman's distraction, shuddered violently, and even slowed down his speed in hiding in the shelter, but there was no way that voice was wrong, it was the voice he had heard countless times.

【Fugen?! 】

When Finus called out the name, he felt his thought engine burning. This person who could never be here had arrived, just like a dream.

But at this moment he didn't need to use pain to verify whether he was dreaming. There were countless penetrating wounds in his chest and abdomen, the metal squeaked, and Finus felt that the chip in his body was burning.

【I'm glad we're all alive, Gorgon.】

A voice with a hint of laughter was heard in a calm tone. Dantioch, the last descendant of the Iron Warriors beside Fulgrim, glanced at the Primarch, blinked, and said nothing.

After escaping from the Necron ship, they continued to wander and were fortunate to pick up a stray ship. Fulgrim did not want to escape again, so they continued to move towards the most intense part of the battlefield.

Then they encountered the Guilliman and Fenus ships that were in a chaotic battle.

【you……】

Finus was speechless for a moment. For the first time, the machine that used to smoothly handle the affairs of the entire empire did not know what to output.
Fortunately, Guilliman's sneer interrupted Finus and Fulgrim's reminiscing in time, and also saved Finus' silence.

[So it's Fulgrim... I should have remembered earlier that I should have included you in the plan for fighting against Fenuth - haha, damn best friend.]
Before he could finish his words, a group of fighter planes under the psychic invisibility of Guilliman suddenly flew over their heads, and a fierce artillery fire rushed towards the different bunkers where Fenus and Fulgrim were, until the area was bombed into ruins.

But Guilliman knew that the two Primarchs would not die - before Finus and Fulgrim could react, the blue Primarch had already drawn his sword and rushed towards Fulgrim's direction. He rushed into the billowing smoke and dust, his sword cutting through the thick fog, and his two blue eyes shone like morning stars in the black smoke.

Saw.

Guilliman saw the Primarch half-kneeling on the ground, shielding the Space Marines next to him from attacks with one hand. He swung his sword directly at him, and the sword energy rushed forward with a strong pressure of blue psionic energy!
Fugen's pupils constricted, and he raised his sword to block like a conditioned reflex. The blue waves were shattered in front of the raised sword, but the residual power was still there. The divided flames directly hit Fugen, and a circle of blue ripples flashed in front of Fugen's pupils.

Ha, it’s just a defective product with a broken soul. Guilliman realized this and his movements were smooth and he was about to swing the second sword -

But he was interrupted by a bullet from behind. With golden flames burning on his tall iron-gray body, Fenus roared and rushed over, waving his Furnace Breaker like an angry bull elephant. His speed was much faster than Guilliman had imagined.

Guilliman cursed inwardly and had to turn around to deal with the attack from Finus. The Gorgon's hammer became more and more powerful, and sonic booms continued to burst in Guilliman's ears. The storm caused by the hammer suddenly blew away the thick fog.

【Face me—you fake Guilliman! 】

Fenus roared with golden flames burning between his eyes, and behind Guilliman, Fulgrim, whose mind was disturbed by Guilliman, took a deep breath and stood up slowly with trembling. He drew his sword, casually brushed his gray hair, and revealed a determined look underneath.

……

Guilliman was almost laughing out of anger. He had never thought of the absurdity of this scene. He was well aware of the dirty dealings between Finus and Fulgrim. Therefore, after rebelling against the Emperor, the first thing Guilliman did was to use Fulgrim's serious injury to win over Finus. In his careful plan, this matter was successful, and it also saved him from facing the current scene.

But now - Guilliman was about to be vomited with disgust, and only Angron would fall in love with this scene and wish to join in.

He just wanted to crush these two bugs as quickly as possible, and after using Finus, he didn't mind letting them reunite in hell.

Guilliman deflected Fenus's hammer with his side sword, then took a graceful step to the right, and Fulgrim's sword behind him brushed past his left cheek.

[I suppose I can hand you both over to Angron after this—after I chop off your limbs.]
Guilliman spoke word by word, and at the same moment, a huge bright blue light exploded around him, and the two Primarchs suddenly stopped moving, like in slow motion in a movie.

But Guilliman acted as usual.

Guilliman paced to the side again and came to the side of the two Primarchs. He raised his sword and slashed at Finus' neck without hesitation. But the next moment, a gray figure flashed past Guilliman's eyes!
? !
Time seemed to start flowing normally again. Guilliman looked at the half of his forearm that had fallen to the ground with a grim face. Blood was splattered on the ground. Fulgrim was gasping for breath, holding his sword in one hand.

【A good deal. 】

Fulgrim twitched the corner of his mouth. He was sure that Guilliman's sword carried some kind of psychic power, which prevented the broken part from healing and caused the pain to be like being burned by flames.

Beside him, Finus rushed over without hesitation, with golden flames burning on his body, as dazzling as a falling golden crow. The golden flames even dispelled the blue light, burning fiercely on the deck under Finus' feet, and instantly burned upwards along Fulgrim's helmet and boots.

[......]
If Guilliman could swear, he would probably be cursing loudly now. He swung his sword again and attacked Finus directly. He could have defeated Finus after a certain period of time, but after dodging the whistling hammer, another sharp sword stabbed at him like a flexible snake!

Even so, Guilliman was still stronger than them, after all, Fulgrim was too weak - but the time for him to win was extended indefinitely.

In another confrontation, Guilliman, who was entangled by the two men, sprinted and slid sideways, looking up at Fulgrim who was about to swing his sword, his blue eyes flashing. Fulgrim's movement suddenly stopped, and Guilliman stretched out his hand, grabbed Finus' calf by inertia, and dragged him to the ground.

The next moment, Guilliman stood up suddenly and swung his sword at Fulgrim!
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Guilliman swung his sword, and his blade slashed deeply into Fulgrim's neck, but stopped just short of severing his bone marrow. Blood splattered on Guilliman's face, staining the marble sculpture with blood.

[Guilliman] smiled and licked the blood that splashed on the corner of his mouth. The huge murderous intent and oppression just now disappeared instantly.

He casually retracted his sword and easily caught the silver-haired primordial that was collapsing and falling backwards. The gushing blood overflowed onto the blue helmet, dyeing the azure blue helmet into deep purple.

[I'm sorry, Fenus, Fulgrim was injured in his fight with Perturabo.]
Standing in the messy hall, holding the dying Primarch in his arms, Guilliman muttered to himself. The morning sun shone on his face, making the Primarch's features even more sacred.

As Guilliman spoke, the wounds on Fulgrim's body began to change, becoming more like gunshot wounds.

In his hand was the dagger that his brother had offered as a sacrifice, in his arms was his brother who had been wounded by him to the point where he could never wake up again, and on his head was the laurel wreath he had earned by killing his father.

The morning light fell like a veil, making the smile on Guilliman's lips even happier.

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The golden light reflected the twisted smile on Guilliman's face.

In a flash, Fulgrim broke free from his psychic control, and the gray-haired Primarch swung his sword at astonishing speed, repelling Guilliman's sword, then rushed past Guilliman's side, and grabbed Fenus with the hand holding the sword.

[Dantioch——and other enchanted warriors——run——run quickly!!!]

Fugen shouted, and he subconsciously glanced at Finus from the side. Their eyes met at that moment, and Finus seemed to understand what flashed in Fugen's suddenly anxious eyes.

The next moment, Fenus issued his order, and the warriors under his command, burning with golden flames, collapsed to the ground in an instant, as if they had suddenly disappeared - one of the iron hands closest to Dantioch grabbed Dantioch, and then they disappeared together.

This is not psychic teleportation. Guilliman has banned psychic teleportation. Those disappeared souls are only temporarily staying in the temporary central soul of Fenus in the Nirvana system.

[Run! Finus!]

Fulgrim screamed, because he had to hold the sword and grab Finus' hand with only one hand, and the sword in Fulgrim's hand was shaking in a precarious posture.

Without any hesitation, Fulgrim dragged Fenugreek towards the edge of the deck closest to them.

Behind them, Guilliman turned around and had no idea what Fulgrim was doing. Under Guilliman's tiger-like gaze, the fighter planes and turrets on the deck spewed out flames again, heading straight for the two fleeing Primarchs!
Are they crazy?

Guilliman thought that jumping into space would only make them lambs to be slaughtered.

The shells were dropped and a huge explosion broke out behind Fulgrim and Finus. The sword in Fulgrim's hand was finally blown away, and affected by the huge explosion, they flew up together - finally flew out of the range of the battleship as Fulgrim wished.

The moment they left the battleship's gravity field and atmosphere, a small, pitch-black "meteorite" shot over at superluminal speed and fell straight into the battlefield where they had just been.

In an instant, the noisy deck suddenly became quiet, as if everyone was dead.

[It's Malcador! ]

Fulgrim was shouting in Finus's ear which was buzzing due to the explosion, but the next moment, they had completely entered a starry sky without any gas. Finus felt the temperature dropping rapidly, and he looked across in a daze. Fulgrim was still laughing and shouting, but because there was no air to transmit sound, Finus could hear nothing.

Fugen's long gray hair floated in the void because of the lack of gravity. Crystal clear ice crystals flickered at the corners of the gray phoenix's eyes, and the scattered broken diamonds scattered and shattered among the stars.

He tried hard to look at Fulgrim's mouth shape. Fulgrim was saying -

We are all alive! Gorgon!

Beside the two Primarchs drifting in the void, on the silent giant ship, the unconscious darkness began to feed.

(End of this chapter)