Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 249:56, Fulgrim: Perhaps it is time to return to the Empire?
If you do too many bad things, you will always encounter ghosts. Fabius did not believe in ghosts and gods, and he had sneered at this proverb. But now he really felt like he had encountered a ghost.

He was able to analyze rationally that there must be some connection between the appearance of Fulgrim and the Endless. As both of them were notorious thieves in the galaxy, they knew each other too well.

But at this moment, his reason could not overcome the feeling he had when he saw Fulgrim.

No Astartes, loyal or not, can escape the unique feelings for the Gene-Father.

This is determined by his body and the blood flowing in his veins.

Just as he was stunned, a mutant bodyguard with a goat head beside Fabius swung the giant blade in his hand, trying to attack the giant in the field.

"Put down your weapons, or we will open fire immediately."

The Fallen Warriors of the Screaming Warband stopped him, threatening with their bolters.

The capture of the chapter leader forced them to do this, and ensuring the chapter leader's survival was their first priority.

For a moment, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. However, beneath their calm appearance, all kinds of surging and uncontrollable emotions were on the verge of exploding.

"You shouldn't be here, loser."

Fabius, who was always known for his rationality, became the first person who could not restrain himself.

He called the giant in the field a failure, but only he knew that when he successfully created his own genetic father, he gave it to someone else. This was not only an exchange of interests, but also a complex emotion that he was unwilling to face.

"Why can't I be here?" the giant asked calmly.

He raised his hand, as if to take off his hood and reveal his true face.

"Don't let me see that face!" Fabius growled.

"You are just a crude imitation, carrying the malicious intent of those skeletons! You are not him!" He shouted angrily.

But the giant ignored his words, the buckle of his hood was opened and then lifted up.

When the hood was lifted, everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to him. He had silver hair and purple eyes, and was extremely noble. Even the dumb mutants could tell at the first sight that he was the most noble person among the stars in the galaxy.

A pair of lavender eyes met Fabius's gaze.

That familiar gaze instantly turned into the sharpest rapier, piercing Fabius's last bit of sanity in just a moment.

"Don't you want to see me, Fabius?"

Fulgrim's voice, warm and resonant, echoed.

There was a crisp sound of metal collision, and an Emperor's child who had long thrown himself into the arms of Slaanesh was unable to even hold his weapon tightly, allowing it to fall to the ground.

The distorted faces were trembling slightly at this moment, and some of the emperor's sons even shed tears and cried like children.

Some soldiers of the Third Legion concealed their mutated faces and quietly retreated into the darkness behind them. They were too ashamed to face this Imperial Phoenix that seemed to have crossed over ten thousand years and appeared before them again.

Even Fabius was the same. Because the other person was created by him himself, he understood very deeply the impact of the appearance of the person in front of him.

Now a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh, Fulm is an abomination to most of the Emperor's Children.

But the proud emperor's son from ten thousand years ago was enough to make all of them ashamed.

He is so proud, noble, and holy, and is the most flawless existence in every one of their hearts.

A gland hunter on all fours slowly approached the giant in the shadows like some kind of wild beast.

"You're a mistake, you're not him. Kill him, now!"

Fabius gave the order with a distorted face, and as he spoke, the Gland Hunter pounced forward and opened its big mouth full of sharp fangs.

Fulgrim swung the narrow-bladed longsword in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly. Without even looking at it, he just slashed the gland hunter that attacked him in half with one sword.

His skills were close to perfection, and every movement was just right, amazed everyone present.

It also brought back memories of the past that everyone was unwilling to recall.

Hot blood gushed from the Gland Hunter's wounds.

"Fabius, it is time to end this," Fulgrim said.

Fabius looked at this perfect face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, his eyes filled with a complex sadness.
"Why did you come back and set foot on this dirty group of stars? If I were you, I would consciously become an exhibit, which is better than returning to this land. This is the best ending I can find for you."

Fabius suppressed the great sadness in his heart. The clone's gaze reminded him of things that happened thousands of years ago. The confused emotions made his thoughts equally confused.

Fulgrim shook his head slightly and raised the blood blade in his hand.

"I have inherited his memory, so I will complete what he has not yet completed. This cannot be changed."

"Don't waste your time, you idiot!" Fabius cursed, "Who do you think you are? You are just a mistake, an irreparable mistake!"

His face looked even more ferocious because of anger.

He raised his Scepter of Torment and crushed a rune orb. In an instant, the gushing psychic energy gathered into a lightning storm and pounced on the giant in the distance.

Morbid thunder crackled and pale flames burned in the void.

Fulgrim used his sword to block the powerful sorcery, but the huge impact force made his body fly up and hit the nutrient tank behind him hard.

A foul-smelling solution flowed out, and a few ugly alien creature cubs jumped a few times in the solution, and then they were no longer alive.

"Look, you are much weaker than him, your body is weak, and your will is worthless. You are not him, and don't even think about becoming him!"

Fabius took out another ancient finger, and then the flame burned the mummified finger, and a spear filled with vicious energy appeared in his hand.

"Go to hell, I will put an end to your mistake with my own hands!" He roared, and the vicious psychic javelin in his hand emitted a terrifying wave.

Fulgrim tried to get up again, but the lightning had paralyzed his body. He was unable to put up any resistance, and even dodging was a fantasy.

His eyes became desperate, yet seemed to be relieved. However, at this critical moment, a Son of the Emperor, whose hands had transformed into purple tentacles, fearlessly stood in front of him.

The fallen scion used his body to help Fulgrim block the attack.

Under Fulgrim's shocked gaze, the opponent's power armor shattered piece by piece, and then his eyes were burning with green flames of destruction.

A terrible howl sounded as the vicious psionic energy instantly poisoned every cell in the Emperor's Son's body and turned him into pus in an instant.

The other Emperor's Children finally reacted. They began to gather around Fulgrim and launched a fearless charge at Fabius.

The sacrifice of the Emperor's Son gave Fulgrim a chance to catch his breath. He gathered all his strength, grasped the bloody blade tightly, and rushed forward.

His speed was so fast that the Space Marines present didn't even have time to see how he moved before Fulgrim's bloody blade pierced Fabius' body.

Fabius was aware of his attack, but he had no chance to resist.

Fulgrim's blade pierced his heart with unerring accuracy.

This sword was given to Fulgrim by the Infinite Ones. It is a treasured weapon in the Infinite Ones' collection and can easily cut through even the hardest objects.

Even with the shadow of death looming, Fabius's eyes were still complicated, with many emotions in them, but the only thing missing was the fear of death.

He looked at Fulgrim, and through that face, he could vaguely see the proud demigod from ten thousand years ago.

The other person is his genetic father, and has the best appearance of his father ten thousand years ago.

But in another way, the other person is his work, like his child.

He had had great hopes for Fulgrim's clone, but when he actually succeeded, he realized what a mistake he had made.

Fabius fell slowly, "You can't kill me, this is just a clone of me."

"This is a start, Fabius," Fulgrim said. "I will correct every mistake you make."

After saying this, Fulgrim slowly pulled out his sword, and some foul-smelling black liquid flowed out of the wound.

When the sword was fully pulled out, Fabius fell to his knees powerlessly.

Then his huge body collapsed, but in the last moment of his life, his eyes were still looking at Fulgrim, and his lips moved slightly.

The other party's voice was almost imperceptible, but Fulgrim, with his keen perception, still saw what the other party wanted to express.
——"You can't change anything. Giving you to the Endless to be their exhibit is the best outcome I can choose for you. When I found that you were still pursuing perfection, I knew that you would repeat the same mistakes. This is your original sin. Humans will never learn from experience and will only repeat their previous mistakes over and over again. Even the Primarchs are not immune to this."

These were the last words of Fabius' clone before his death.

Fulgrim stood there in a daze. He didn't understand the meaning of these words, but his heart still seemed to be shrouded in a shadow.

He looked at the devastated battlefield around him and thought about his next plan.

He escaped from the museum in Trazyn.

He couldn't be sure whether the Endless One let him out on purpose.

Fulgrim had no idea what the Infinite's purpose was, but after he came out, the first thing he thought of doing was to kill Fabius once and for all.

But after that, what should he do?

Fulgrim was a little confused. His memory stopped ten thousand years ago, but he still retained his loyalty to the Empire in his heart.

Perhaps returning to the Empire was a good choice, but he wasn't sure whether Dukel would be able to accept him - on the way here, he heard a lot of rumors about the Empire.

But then he chuckled.

He had nowhere to go, so where else could he go if not returning to the empire?

Fulgrim believed that the grudge he had with Dukel ten thousand years ago in his memory would not be a reason for the other party to refuse to accept him.

On the battlefield, the captain of the Screaming Warband took advantage of the moment when he was thinking and hurriedly fled with his subordinates.

The remaining mutants were easily wiped out by the Emperor's Children.

Fulgrim held the bloody blade in his hand and looked at these unrecognizable offspring with sadness in his eyes.

If a person's mind is shaped by past memories and genes, then although Fulgrim at this moment is just a clone, his emotions can fully represent Fulgrim himself ten thousand years ago.

The Emperor's Children moved closer to him, halting their attack and allowing the terrified mutants to escape.

Their eyes were puzzled and complicated as they looked at those lavender eyes and the sadness flowing from the pupils.

While fighting alongside the Primarch just now, the Emperor's Children seemed to have relived a beautiful dream. They seemed to have returned to the past, to the glorious days when they once had hope.

They expanded the empire's territory and fought for the ideals shared by the Emperor and all mankind.

They fear no hardship, no blood, and they drink and wrestle with their battle-brothers in the Iron Hands.

Learn weapon forging from Salamanders, bicker with Wolves, and stand together to laugh at the Word Bearers.

At that time, their noble Primarch stood among them. Everything that they once took for granted has now become a dream that can never be returned.

They regarded Fulgrim with questioning eyes.

I don't understand why there is such great sadness in the other person's eyes at such a beautiful moment.

They approached the Gene Father obsessively, their expressions gradually revealing a morbid pleasure.
On the other side, an Imperial warship that had just reunited with Dukel's fleet had just completed a virtual realm jump.

The commander of this battleship was Kane, the political commissar of the Valhalla Field Regiment, who had fought alongside Dukel for a period of time.

Kane once again lamented his good fortune to have followed in Duke's footsteps, even though he cried like a fool most of the time and was terrified by the opponent's aggressiveness.

But when the Primarch returned to the Empire and succeeded as the Imperial Warmaster, his war experience became even more glorious, and he became the most dazzling heroic soldier and legendary political commissar of the Empire today.

After all, apart from a few people including the Primarch, no one knew how terrible his performance was. In the eyes of the citizens of the Empire, he was a legendary figure who braved the Chaos trap and set foot in the realm of the evil god.

"Praise the throne, although I am insignificant and do not deserve your favor, please still protect me. May this war go as smoothly as before."

After dinner, Kane prayed to the throne as usual.

But when he finished praying, he had a strange feeling for a moment, as if someone was following him.

He took out the detector, but found no signs of life.

This surprised him.
"Did I not get enough rest recently?" Kane scratched his head and didn't think much about it.

His ship is following the Warmaster's Inner Fire. Rescuing Saint Efilar will definitely be a tough battle, and he has indeed been a little anxious recently.

Kane felt that he needed a good rest in order to prepare for the upcoming battle.

He hummed a little tune and returned to his room, but he didn't notice that a shadow was following him closely.

(End of this chapter)