I am the magnetic field maniac

But is this important? It doesn't matter at all. As long as the Primarch can be protected, nothing else matters!

kill! !

Calgar roared and continued to smash these heretics with his fists...

The inspired Ultramarines also broke out in a frenzy like the Black Templars, charging forward in excitement!

Facing death shrouds that outnumbered them, Calgar's remnant troops actually gained a direct advantage... But as Calgar instinctively turned his head with a trembling look, he instantly froze in place.

call……

The sound of heavy breathing machines rang out at the empty gate of Hull Fortress... and without knowing when or where, that huge and terrifying figure passed through all of them.

The vibrating wings of the fly made no sound, and the sickle dripping with venom did not cut through the air currents.

If it weren't for the slight sound coming from the respirator, you would even think that the huge sound was just a ghost.

However, it was true. He was indeed a visitor from the immaterial illusion that came to reality, but he was much scarier than a ghost.

"It will be over soon, Guilliman."

Mortarion gazed at the towering fortress before him and chuckled. He could already sense his brother's presence, and that pathetic state of neither life nor death.

But it does not matter, for soon Mortarion will end his suffering and hold him in a fatherly arms.

Come to end everything and make a brand new beginning.

Awake from your slumber and join us, Guilliman, and you will be blessed with a new life.

97. Fulgrim's Atonement

"Stop him, quick!!"

The Chapter Master roared, despair and rage filling his body like flames, and he clenched his fists...

But what was sad for the Chapter Master was that his fear was even greater than his rage and despair.

Who can face the Lord of Death without feeling fear?

Karga can't do it, he thinks he can't do it, he thinks he is a pathetic and incompetent thing.

Then, being so incompetent, cowardly, and unqualified, I should contribute my last bit of value!!

"Stop it!!"

Karga leaped backwards like a blue comet. Strangely, miraculously, he didn't activate his jump pack, but his speed was incredibly fast...

His fist was wrapped in a thick layer of electric current and hit Mortarion's head hard... and this power was no different from those used by those aliens!

In extreme anger, Calga actually succeeded in tearing his own cells apart and completed the transformation of magnetic field power!

One hundred thousand horsepower of fucking strength, ultimate blasting punch!!

"Ok?"

Mortarion, who didn't take Calgar seriously at all, was planning to chop him in half... but a punch that was faster than he could imagine hit Mortarion's face hard!

His head was twisted 90 degrees in an instant... It can be said that any person with normal bones would be dead if hit like this.

But how could the Primarch be a normal "person", let alone a demon Primarch.

"Nice punch."

Mortarion forcibly twisted his head back and grabbed Calgar's neck with his backhand, and countless plagues spread towards Calgar.

The virus swarm that was enough to easily devour an entire Leman Russ tank in an instant encountered an obstacle here at Calgar, and the progress was very slow. Mortarion raised his eyebrows slightly and said thoughtfully...

"Really? Is this what Father mentioned... the power of the magnetic field?"

It's not scientific at all, and it doesn't make sense at all.

Mortarion thought to himself, because he could not understand the principle of magnetic field force at all.

Just like he was completely unable to understand psychic power before, Mortarion's attitude towards the power that he did not understand and thought was unscientific was very direct -

"That's all."

Mortarion said this contemptuously, just as he was about to behead Calgar with his knife!

A silver sword light fell from the sky!

Immediately thereafter, there came a voice filled with anger and murderous intent.

"Motarion, repent!!"

……

When I return to the Imperium, when I return to the Emperor's service, when I once again see my demonic brothers...

What should I do? What attitude should I adopt towards them?

He felt the distrustful gazes from behind, whether it was from the Extreme Marines, the Shield Captain, or the Inquisitor named Greyfax.

The looks they gave me were like knives, piercing my heart, hurting my heart non-stop with doubt and hatred...

But I could not object, I could not even refute, because when I saw the burning Macragge, what I thought of was the ugliest memory.

Once upon a time on Terra, I led the Emperor's Children... what a wrong choice did I make?

It was painful and haunting, making Fugen want to kill himself to cleanse the memory of this sin.

Especially after he returned to the real universe, these memories were like a thorn in his flesh, tormenting him non-stop.

His memory kept flashing back to everything familiar, the moment when he held the sword!

The moment when Fabius was induced to order the Legion to inject the alien gene into the gene seed of the Legion!

It's time to obey Horus' command and rebel!

The moment when Ferrus was controlled by the great demon and beheaded!

The moment when the soul is taken away! Even

Using Perturabo's power to complete his ascension to demon, this is the moment to truly abandon his human identity!

This is terrible, but it is also fortunate, because Fulgrim may be able to confirm that he is that Fulgrim...at least part of his soul is.

The Primarchs cannot be cloned, because it is not their bodies that are special but their souls.

Therefore, Fabius Bile's experiment could not be replicated. Even after ten thousand years, he could not create a replica of any of the Primarchs.

Souls are drawn to bodies that resemble them, and Fulgrim's soul was no exception.

Perhaps it was when he was possessed by the great demon and his soul entered the painting, or perhaps it was when he became a demon.

A part of Fulgrim's soul separated from the main body and echoed in the vast warp space.

He should have vanished, like the goodness of Magnus. He should have been captured, like poor Angron, or he might have been reclaimed by the Emperor, like Ferrus.

But nothing happened. The fragments of Fulgrim's soul were eventually attracted by their copies, along with the equally sad fragments of Horus, and returned to reality briefly.

Horus died at the hands of his own offspring, and Fulgrim became an eternal collection.

Now he is free, but when he returns to the empire and reality, his confusion and pain make him feel suffocated.

Just as Angron said, the Imperium could not accept a rebellious Primarch who caused irreparable harm to the Imperium... and his Emperor's Children would never come back.

Akurduna, Sol Tarvitz, Solomon Demeter, Fabius Bile, and even...Lucius.

Time cannot be reversed, mistakes cannot be made up, facing the depraved crimes he once committed, Fugen only felt the deep shame engraved into his soul...

No matter how much he has done, his honor may never come back. He will always be a sinner, the lowest traitor...

For someone who longs for glory and better things in his bones, is there anything more shameful than this?

Perhaps, it would be happier to live without a brain, just like Angron, or...

"Yes, we should choose the path we should take. Why should the so-called nobility and greatness be defined by others, especially those who are inferior to us?"

As the whispers of the demonic page reached his ears, Fulgrim, who was lazily leaning on the velvet throne and indulging in an endless feast of souls, pursed his lips in boredom.

He was feeling depressed because the Prince of Pleasure was devoting himself to his new favorite...but at this moment, feeling the distress in another part of his soul, he showed an extremely happy expression, and even the snake's tail was constantly swinging.

He was bewitching the fragments of his own soul, and he also longed to regain this incomplete part of his humanity.

Of course, before getting it, he had to make sure it remained loyal to the Emperor's human corruption.

"Shut up!"

Fugen roared, and with a sword carrying the power of magnetic field, he instantly cut a towering building into two halves!

However, this move seemed to stimulate the troops loyal to the Empire, causing them to point their guns at Fulgrim's back.

And this fact made Fugen feel sad.

"You see, these mediocre people who are inferior to us only envy our perfection and deny our beauty with their meaningless loyalty."

The devil Fugen kept laughing strangely. He understood the flaws and imperfections in his heart, and by using all of this, he could lure him into depravity at any time!

Fugen's thoughts kept tangling, but what finally interrupted them all was a sentence from his brainless brother...

"Fuck the glory, I just do what I think is right!"

The words and reasoning were extremely rude, full of individualistic narrow-mindedness and self-righteousness. But at this moment, more than any great vision, this could help Fugen to firm up his mind.

"Yes, do what you think is right."

He murmured softly, as if to hypnotize himself and to lift his mind away from the abyss of shame.

And after the whisper, he jumped up without hesitation, and headed straight towards Hull Fortress under the support of the magnetic field force!

The demon Fulgrim's disdainful curses were heard in the warp, but he no longer paid attention.

Perhaps Fulgrim still doesn't know what he should say to Guilliman if he meets him... But it doesn't matter, just do what you think is right first!

Five Hundred Thousand Horsepowers - The Emperor's Sword!!

The sword, carrying the hatred and hostility of the fallen man of the past, pierced Mortarion's back fiercely!

The spreading severe pain, along with the force of the magnetic field that directly annihilated his physical structure at the molecular level, made Mortarion roar in pain, and then he suddenly wanted to throw Fulgrim off his back!

But Fulgrim was faster than him, this incomplete Primarch...

With the support of 500,000 horsepower of magnetic field power, he can fight on equal terms with the Demon Primarch!

His light and swift sword skills cut off one of Mortarion's wings in an instant, and at the same time he let out a foul breath like the Khan.

"Fly wings? Mortarion, even if you want to imitate Sanguinius, you can't let your taste be so bad."

"Fulgrim!"

Mortarion roared, called out his brother's name, and then attacked suddenly!

Yes, Mortarion does not have magnetic field power, but he is still the Demon Primarch and still an existence that stands at the top of the physical universe.

Without hesitation, Mortarion used the length of his scythe to try to strike first, and Silence drew a semicircle and rushed forward.

Carrying the deadly poison of disease and plague, Fulgrim can only use the Star God Phase Sword in his hand to resist it.

Is Pai Gu's weapon a good weapon? Of course, even an assassin with any phase sword has the potential to kill a primarch.

But the bad thing is that its infinite sharpness makes it virtually impossible for it to block enemy attacks.

Fugen saw the semicircle of poison. Although he didn't know what the consequences would be if he was hit by it, he knew that the result would definitely not be good.

If you can't resist it with weapons, then use the power of your own magnetic field - according to Angron, believe in this power, believe in him immensely!

Unrivaled power, block Mortarion's attack for me! !

In an instant, the magnetic field of Fugen's other hand formed a shining thunder sword!

Fulgrim used it to block the attack that seemed to be able to shatter everything.

The air made a loud noise when the weapons collided. The flames and smoke boiled and collided with each other, and the highly toxic substances were burned up.

The silent demon soul flinches and slurs as the flickering, ever-bright flame licks its body.

Mortarion looked up, Fulgrim responded in kind, the Lord of Death drew back hungrily...

He turned around and swung Silence in a circle to avoid the blockade of Fugen's two swords with the handle of the weapon, then swept it towards the opponent... using his length advantage to escape the attack range of those two deadly weapons.

Silence broke through the air again, rushing towards Fulgrim. Fulgrim took a step back. He blocked the scythe with his Thunder Sword in one hand.

The tens of millions of degrees of heat from the shining arc continued to erode the material of this demonic weapon.

Mortarion stabbed forward with the long hooked spike on the back of his weapon, but this too was deflected by Fulgrim's magnetic field.