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Chapter 270 77, Dukel: "You and I are brothers, no need to say more"

Fulgrim's face was covered in blood.

He has made his own choice, he will no longer pursue empty perfection.

When Fulgrim made this decision, when his face was destroyed and no longer flawless, he found that he could stand before Dukel firmly and easily.

He was no longer the ghost of the Phoenician who was obsessed with vanity and valued perfection above all else.

He is the demigod who saved his home planet, the lost hero of the empire, and the redeemer who is full of remorse towards Fenus.

Fulgrim's spirit seemed to have returned to the time before he entered the Larsi system, the world that had corrupted him and caused his spirit to gradually move towards a deformed land of disaster.

Fulgrim, the former Primarch of the Emperor's Children, wiped out the sharp alien race in the Larsi system.

The proud Primarch took away the sword enshrined in the Temple of the Thorn - the Sword of the Thorn.

But at that time he knew almost nothing about the Warp, so how could he have imagined that a Slaanesh Daemon would reside in this sword.

The whispers of the devil continued in his ears day and night, and Fulgrim began to become radical and went to extremes.

Under the devil's instigation, his originally minor character flaws were infinitely magnified.

He began to envy his brothers who had achieved success.

Fulgrim considered Fenus's kindness to him an insult.

The advice given to him by the Second Primarch was also seen by him as a manifestation of contempt for him.

Yes, how could Fenus have good intentions? He seemed to risk his life to save himself many times, just to prove that the Primarch of the Iron Hands was far superior to him, Fulgrim.

What's so great about Duke? Why does he think he can't succeed?
My brothers are full of malicious intent, and the almighty Lord of Humanity is even more cold-blooded and heartless. It is better not to continue this empire!

Fulgrim's heart became increasingly twisted, and he himself did not even notice that under the impact of various extreme emotions, his behavior lost its previous diligence and became more and more greedy for pleasure.

Finally, he got his chance.

When Horus revealed his ambition to him, attempting to use the power of Chaos to defeat the Emperor and then lead humanity to its true pinnacle.

Fulgrim was moved.

He followed Horus without hesitation to betray the empire, and it was this choice that made him completely fall into the arms of the evil god.

During the landing battle on Istvaan V, he was once again controlled by the demon of the piercing sword in the duel and cut off the head of Finus with his own hands.

When the Great Daemon of Slaanesh no longer controlled his body and his consciousness regained, he saw the dead body of his closest brother, and in his hand, he was holding the other's head.

Even after the fall of Chaos, Fulgrim still felt resentful about this matter.

After learning that Fabius could clone the Primarch, his first reaction was not to reprimand him, but to order Fabius to clone Finus.

Fabius succeeded, and Finus stood before him alive again.

Fulgrim attempted to convince his brother, but the cloned Fenus still chose to side with the Emperor and attempted to kill him.

He killed the cloned Finus again and again, but this not only failed to resolve his emotional knot, but made him even more tormented.

Fulgrim was completely desperate. He sank into endless pleasure and was no longer willing to face the reality under the stars.

But this time, Clone Fulgrim made a completely different choice from ten thousand years ago.

He chose to scratch his face and face the world with an ugly and hideous appearance. He might not be able to give up the pursuit of perfection, but from this moment on he was completely isolated from superficial perfection.

Fulgrim's face was still bleeding, the bright red blood dyed most of his face red and flowed unstoppably to the ground.

The Primarchs all possessed super recovery abilities, but at this moment the wound on his face couldn't even heal, let alone stop the bleeding.

and,

The pain from the wound,

People who are often cut by knives know very well that at the moment when the sharp blade passes by, they will not feel any pain, just like a popsicle passing by the surface of the skin.

But as time goes by, when the skin and flesh are exposed to the air, the burning pain will come instantly.

Fulgrim had been through hundreds of battles and had suffered countless injuries. Such flesh wounds were not worth mentioning to him and he did not take them seriously at all.

But at this moment, the pain from the wound was like thousands of poisonous snakes gnawing at every nerve of his.

Even with the Primarch's amazing endurance, he had to grit his teeth at this moment to prevent himself from screaming.

His cheeks were even twitching.

But in comparison, what concerned him more was the doubts in his heart.

Fulgrim quickly checked himself. It was impossible for his self-healing ability to disappear for no reason.

Since the problem is not with me, the current situation can only be this sword.

He looked at the sword that Duker handed to him. The sword was as dazzling as flowing flames, and the translucent fiery red force field on the surface was outlined with mysterious runes that he could not understand.

"Brother, scream if it hurts." The head of Magnus said sarcastically on the anti-gravity device, "We will all laugh at you."

Fulgrim's mouth twitched.

Then he looked at Dukel, "Brother, what is this sword?"

"This sword is..."

Magnus, who knew something about this sword, was about to answer to show off his knowledge, but as soon as he said this, he was glared back by Dukel.

"This sword is one of my swords," Dukel said solemnly, "and it is also a sacred object of our Second Legion!"

"The attack of this sword can reach the soul directly. Not only can it kill all powerful enemies, it also has an excellent sealing ability. Just pierce the blade into the soul, and even the evil existence in the depths of the soul sea can be completely sealed."

"But it is not perfect." He continued, "Since each full-power chop consumes unimaginable energy, the sword can only be charged enough for three full-power attacks. After three times, you need to harvest the souls of demons to recharge it."

"Based on this characteristic, this sword is not suitable for daily use. It is more suitable for facing an invincible enemy or executing the enemy leader." Duker set his eyes on this flaming sword.
"So I named it the Sword of Judgment."

Dukel's voice echoed in the room.

Fulgrim's eyes were filled with shock that could not be concealed.

"Duke, will you really lend it to me temporarily?" Fulgrim was extremely moved.

He is a criminal, his name is burdened with endless sins, and he is fortunate to be recognized by the empire again.

Unexpectedly, this brother who had been at odds with him ten thousand years ago not only accepted him and gave him a chance for redemption, but also entrusted the holy relic of the Legion to his hands.

"You and I are brothers, blood relatives, no need to say more." Duker patted his shoulder.

A warm feeling surged in Fulgrim's heart, and he nodded vigorously.

He did not promise any return, because he knew that no matter how many words he said, they would be in vain at this moment.

And he could not imagine anything that could repay the Warmaster's gift.

Dukel heaved a sigh of relief when he saw him like this. In fact, the "Judgment Blade" has another feature that he didn't say.

This sword actually has a soul and its own personality. With the help of telepathic sensors, it only recognizes the genetic bloodline of the Second Legion.

Even if Fulgrim held it in his hand, he could not truly gain its recognition.

Dukel's deepest hidden purpose is to clone Fulgrim. If he shows signs of falling into Chaos again, this sword will completely wipe him out.

Just as the Sword of Stabbing had brought him into Chaos ten thousand years ago, the Sword of Judgment today would not allow him to betray the Empire again.

But Dukel really didn't expect that Fulgrim's first sword would be aimed at himself.

If the power in his hands increased a little bit more, I'm afraid he would be confused.

After all, the purpose of developing this sword is to deal a fatal blow to a powerful enemy, and its lethality is unquestionable.

Dukel looked at Fulgrim and continued,

"Your choice will get you what you want, Fulgrim. You made a mistake once before, and now I will help you redeem yourself, and spare no effort. Complete your redemption and put your past mistakes back on track. Fabius and Horus are both powerful enemies, and the Necrons Endless are also watching your every move in secret. They are like greedy beasts, wanting to tear flesh from your body, and I will give you enough strength to protect yourself, so that you can complete what I have entrusted to you."

"This sword is just the beginning. Before you set out, I will equip you with a whole fleet."

Dukel was very generous.

After all, Fulgrim was going to complete the mission he was given.

But this time, Fulgrim shook his head and rejected Dukel's kindness.

Fulgrim did not state his reasons.

——In fact, they were some of the Emperor's children he had met before, who immediately swore allegiance to him after seeing him.

Fulgrim looked at his deformed descendants and ultimately did not have the heart to reject their loyalty. He did not dare to tell Dukel about this at the moment.

He was worried that the Warmaster would become enraged and instantly kill those Emperor's Children who also longed for salvation.

Dukel just nodded when he saw this.

He then rang the bell to call in the Sisters of Mind and the Slayers.

"Traitor, how dare you draw your sword in front of the Warmaster!" The first thing Doom saw when he walked in was the Sword of Judgment in Fulgrim's hand.

He immediately shouted, drew his weapon, and assumed an attacking stance.

Fulgrim immediately put down the Sword of Judgment, and the Doom Slayer took this opportunity to rush forward and control him in place.

"Don't be nervous, my son. We were just catching up. Fulgrim has no intention of harming me." The Warmaster looked at the Slayer.

"Send a squad of Doomsday Squadrons to escort him to Macragge's Glory and have him held prisoner with the other Fulgrim."

"Yes, my lord," Doom responded.

The black-haired and black-eyed Sister of Spirits Shivara, who was standing nearby, kept her gaze wandering between Dukel, the Sword of Judgment, and Fulgrim.

Then Shivara took the initiative to stand up.
"My Lord, I don't think this is a safe thing to do. For a big man like Fulgrim, it is better for us Sisters of the Heart to escort him. I will go there in person to ensure the handover is completed."

Duke glanced at her. He had no idea what the nun was thinking.

He just nodded casually, "Okay."

"Don't worry, my Lord. It will be as you wish."

"Yes." Duke nodded again, and Shivara and the nuns took Fulgrim out together.

The Doom Soldier still stood where they were, fulfilling their duty to protect the Primarch.

However, not long after Shivara left, he returned with a frustrated look on his face.

She claimed that her mission had failed and that she had lost the target of the escort - and she specifically emphasized that she did not intend to let the other party go.

After hearing her words, Duker couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

The Primarch was very powerful, with bravery beyond mortals, decisive action, extraordinary acumen, and a calm mind.

When Magnus was captured, Duker had to cut off his head.

In order to prevent the enemy from escaping, he was hung around his waist in all battles, big or small, for fear that mortals would not be able to guard Magnus.

It was not until he returned to Terra and built this special 'prison' during those years that he no longer had to hang Magnus's head around his waist all day.

In fact, even this prison cannot completely trap Magnus.

Fortunately, the Primarch was a bookworm, and Magnus would not bother studying how to escape as long as he was given endless books to read.

But what if the cloned Fulgrim could slip away from the sight of the spiritual nuns led by Shivara in the blink of an eye?

Dukel also didn't believe it at all.

Presumably, Shivara guessed his thoughts and deliberately let Fulgrim go.

This is exactly what Duker wanted.

"Sir." At this time, Shivara suddenly came over and said, "It is my lack of ability that has prevented me from completing your task. Please punish me - I am willing to atone for this and be imprisoned for a hundred years like Efilar."

"Okay." Duker nodded without hesitation, "Then I'll choose a monastery for you on Ophelia 7. For the next hundred years, you are not allowed to step out of the monastery."

"Ah?" Shivara was stunned. It was obvious that this was different from what she expected.

"You don't want to?" Duke glanced at him, "Then forget it, it was just a joke. After all, even a primarch as old-fashioned as Guilliman can show his humor at the right time."

Dhukur patted Sivara’s head.

"Okay, my master." Shivara sighed and said a little frustrated.

Dukel and Magnus continued to discuss some matters before walking out of the secret room again.

Then, around Dukel, ripples appeared in the void, and the other side of the ripples was connected to the virtual world.

He reached his hand in and pulled out another sword of judgment with a flaming blade.

After seeing this scene, Doom behind him said hesitantly, "Father, didn't you say before that this sword is the holy relic of the Legion? I thought..."

He had seen with his own eyes that Fulgrim took away the Sword of Judgment.

"Who said that the Legion can only have one holy relic?" Duke asked with a smile, "Why, you want one too?"

Doom nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.

"Take your first batch of brothers and go to the armory of the Argent Energy Factory to get it. Use it sparingly, as the current output of the Sword of Judgment is not high."

Upon hearing the Primarch's words, Doom and the Slayers behind him all had their eyes lit up at the same time.

(End of this chapter)