Warhammer 40k, but I’m really not an angelic father!

"You who were killed by the Blood God, can you take over the Blood God's body?"

"This will be very interesting. I will watch the show carefully from under the Golden Throne."

Extra: The manuscripts for the next three days are ready, and I am now writing the explosive part, hey

Chapter 55: Fulgrim: Let's talk, new brother

Sandales accepted Valedin's final choice.

He used his remaining life to play a fatal joke on the traitor and was ready to watch the guy's ridiculous face under the Golden Throne.

The battle that broke out there was a bait. What Valadin had to do was to attract as much combat power and attention as possible from the surrounding Emperor's Children Legions.

This left them with no free time to obstruct his and Malakin's convoy.

Looking at the complex and obscure symbols around him, Sandiles and his descendants gradually went deeper into the internal structure of the demon engine.

"Take the bomb and head straight for the reactor."

In the corridor where he was walking, the rich scent of musk almost filled the place.

Sandiles sensed an extremely dangerous presence on this demon engine.

This enchanting musk that almost made even an Astarte dizzy could only have been emitted by one person.

His corrupt and dissolute brother, Fulgrim.

"Father, we can help you fight that enemy."

"He's too dangerous. You can't help me. Besides, destroying the demon engine is the most important thing."

In fact, Sandales did not want these descendants to face the dangerous brother with him.

If they went with him, he would most likely not be able to protect them from Fulgrim's agile attacks.

"Then please at least be careful. We will come to support you immediately after completing our mission."

Watching his descendants leave, Sandales headed straight towards where Fulgrim might be.

Since this fallen brother has already invited him, why doesn't he go and meet Fulgrim in person?

You should know that before he came, the Emperor had prepared a surprise for Fulgrim, a "surprise" that Fulgrim could not believe.

The symbol on the wall was obviously an arrow that Fulgrim had left for him. This fallen brother had invited him so openly.

It was not until he walked into a larger space that he saw this brother who had no honor at all.

Just as Sanguinius had used his body to taunt him in the Upper Nest, Fulgrim was now looking at him with a sarcastic look.

The new brothers have arrived.

Fulgrim's body, with four arms and a long snake tail, slowly climbed out of the bed.

He looked at his new brother Sandiles with jealous and hateful eyes. He knew that Sandiles was definitely not Sanguinius, but he still couldn't bear the jealousy in his heart.

"You are indeed not him. According to his temper, he should have rushed over and stabbed me with a sword the moment I stood up."

Fulgrim swung off the bed, dragging his serpent's tail across the ground.

It was only at this moment that Sandales saw the almost chaotic scene from behind Fulgrim.

They were a group of Slaanesh banshees who had fainted. As for what they did before they fainted, perhaps only Fulgrim knew.

"Let's talk, young brother."

"You shouldn't be holding onto a grudge as long as they are. Why don't you sit down and listen to me?"

Sandales watched Fulgrim's gradually swaying snake tail warily, and formed a horn-like confrontation with his fallen brother.

Don't be fooled by Fulgrim's easy-going appearance at this moment. As long as he dares to relax, Fulgrim will definitely not mind giving him a wound like Guilliman's.

"Don't be nervous. We are just brothers who have chosen different paths. You haven't made your choice yet, so you can view both of us with a neutral attitude."

Fulgrim dragged his body, covered in a veil, towards the magnificent round table.

The aesthetics of his actions have reached the pinnacle, and even experienced etiquette scholars cannot find any fault in the actions of this fallen brother.

Fulgrim picked up a bottle of almost priceless red wine, because the planet that produced this wine had long been pulled into the warp.

In the sense of some kind of hell joke.

It's a discontinued limited edition item.

"Would you like to try some? I remember you own a tavern on Valentino."

"This kind of red wine is almost impossible to find in the human empire today."

Although he said this, it was obvious that Fulgrim had no intention of pouring a glass for Sandales as well.

Just gently pick up the wine glass and carefully savor the almost perfect wine.

"Fulgrim, I am not here to discuss such useless matters with you."

"I know, and I didn't intend to talk to you about these things."

He put down the wine glass in his hand, and then slowly tried to approach Sandales, but was eventually forced back by the flames of the sharp blade in his hand.

Even the Demon Primarch could not allow the flames of this sharp blade to burn his body.

Fulgrim knew very well that this blade was definitely not the one used by Sanguinius ten thousand years ago, but a divine weapon made by the false emperor specifically for Sanguinius.

It may be prepared to deal with the demonic sword Draconian in the hands of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, or it may simply be to give Sandales some self-protection power.

The mind of that false emperor is always as unfathomable as the abyss.

But in the end, all his plans turned to ashes.

Even he himself could only sit on that ridiculous golden throne in the appearance of a withered corpse.

"The armor and weapons you wear are not the same as those used by Sanguinius. The false emperor is still as partial as ever. He favored Sanguinius back then, and now he favors you."

"He gave Sanguinius and you the weapons he forged himself as gifts, while all he gave me was the useless title of Emperor's Child and the ridiculous double-headed eagle emblem."

"That really makes me... jealous!"

Fulgrim suddenly overturned the round table beside him, not caring at all about the precious red wine and the gems on the table being smashed to pieces.

It seemed that in his eyes, these were as common as gravel on the roadside.

"The name of the Emperor's Children is a cherished one in the Emperor's heart. He was moved by your speech on Chemos, and therefore entrusted this important name to you, hoping that your Legion would become a role model for all mankind."

"You were originally bathed in the envy and glory of all mankind, but you were unaware of it."

"I almost forgot. You are not the glorious Fulgrim."

"The real Fulgrim did not choose that path. You know very well that the original Purple Phoenix did not obey the demonic voice within the piercing sword."

Chapter 56: Sandales: You will once again hear Ferrus's answer

"What do you know? You're just a substitute who has only grown up for less than 30 years!"

Fulgrim arrived in front of Sandales almost in the blink of an eye. At this time, he seemed to be defeated only by the latter's words, so he did not take out any weapons to attack Sandales.

"My legion achieved perfection. I constrained their behavior and told them clearly how they should fight."

"I waved the banner given by that false emperor on all planets, and my legions conquered countless territories for him."

"And yet, in the end, he paid more attention to Sanguinius simply because of his own preference!"

After becoming a demon, Fulgrim's body became extremely huge, and the shadow he cast almost covered Sandales' entire body.

He did not feel any panic at all because Fulgrim in front of him was just pretending to be fierce.

If Fulgrim truly believed that what he was doing was right, he should not have been disturbed by these few words.

"I envy Sanguinius. In just the first encounter with the false emperor, he diverted that abominable creature's gaze from me."

"Horus was supposed to be my best brother, but after Sanguinius arrived, he also turned to Sanguinius!"

"Do you know how much I hate it?!"

Boundless anger and hatred twisted Fulgrim's face beyond recognition.

Fulgrim was now a monster within, as was his reprogrammed nature.

The once elegant Purple Court Phoenix, the pinnacle of human qualities, is now only a tiny, glimmering fragment left.

That was Fulgrim's final confession to his brother Ferrus.

Even though its essence has been distorted, Zi Ting Phoenix's regret for its brother is still embedded in the body of the demon in front of it.

"Only Ferrus, my last friend, cared about me even when he was fighting me."

"I didn't mean to kill him, the sword moved on its own!"

"It pulled at my arm and ended up chopping off my brother's head."

"Everything I've experienced was forced upon me. Even the act of killing my brother was all due to that damned sword!"

“So I chose to pursue freedom!”

It seemed that only after venting his anger to Sandales did Fulgrim regain his little sanity.

He dragged his long body away from Sandales, with his back turned to his new brother.

I still mistook Sandales for the former Saint Guinius. They looked so much alike, whether it was appearance, personality or even voice, they were exactly the same person.

However, he knew very well that the Sandales in front of him was definitely not Sanguinius, he was just Sanguinius's successor.

Basically, Sandales is just a new brother.

"Forgive me, I just lost control of my emotions. You should be able to understand."

Looking at Fulgrim who was like a madman in front of him, Sandales just wanted to give him a fierce sword.

This guy attributes all the choices he made to others, but never finds any reason in himself.

He selfishly regarded the Emperor and Horus's sight as treasures that belonged only to him, and did not even allow them to look at others.

Fulgrim was like a child who had not grown up. When he asked his father for candy but failed, he rolled on the ground and threw a tantrum.

Even though he has now separated from the Emperor, his father, he has only found a place to stay like a slave dog with the Lord of Pleasure.

He even took the initiative to put the Lord of Pleasure's chain around his neck.

"Now, brother, I'm giving you two choices."

"Either you accept the invitation, or I will share everything I have with you, just as Ferrus treated me, and give you the most precious gift."

"Either..."

Fulgrim did not utter the last words, but silently drew out from the side the four demonic swords that he often used, which were imbued with the power of the Lord of Pleasure.

As long as Sandales dared to say no, the battle between the two brothers would break out.

"Did you say the same thing to Ferrus back then?"

"Yes, I did."

"Then you will now receive the same answer that Ferrus gave you back then."

Fulgrim sighed, and his body was covered again with a layer of deep purple demon armor forged by demonic power.

The past failure to confront Sanguinius has been made up for in the present, and the terrible past on Isstvan V seems to be repeating itself once again.

Unfortunately, this time Fulgrim still didn't get the answer he wanted.

The two Primarch brothers collided with each other, and the friction between the Sword of Hope and the Blade of Indulgence produced a large number of sparks.

Fulgrim's attacks were nimble and insidious, his sword always darting towards Sandales's vital parts, and the rich musk rushed towards Sandales like smoke again and again.

The scent of the enchanting musk, which had become so thick that it had become tangible, was almost filling the entire area and had even begun to affect his vision.

He was unable to accurately capture Fulgrim's position in the smoke. The fallen brother was crawling quickly on the ground under the cover of the smoke like a nimble snake.

He could only rely on the fighting instincts that remained in the souls of Sanguinius and Horus.

These two once-powerful Primarchs left behind a rich legacy.

Even today, their fighting skills are comparable to those of Fulgrim, the fallen Primarch who has ascended to demonic status.