Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 629 Going home?

As soon as Wang Ming landed, he saw Fulgrim. He looked at the huge monster without saying anything. He took out the special weapon of the First Engineer Regiment that had undergone countless improvements and pulled the trigger at Fulgrim.

After this huge weapon was fired, all the surrounding objects were shattered into pieces by the impact of the weapon. Fulgrim looked at the huge weapon in Wang Ming's hand. It just smiled at him, and then this huge attack disappeared in front of it without any trace.

"My brother, is this your gift to me? It's really nice."

Fulgrim reluctantly climbed up from his soft big bed. He looked at Wang Ming in front of him and spoke to him in a very lazy tone. Wang Ming looked at the twisted monster in front of him and threw away the weapon in his hand. The weapon could not hurt Fulgrim.

"you…"

When Wang Ming was about to talk some trash to Fulgrim, he suddenly felt dizzy in his brain, and then the scene in front of him suddenly began to change. The battlefield around him had been distorted, and everything in reality seemed to be about to break apart.

When Wang Ming regained consciousness, he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. He was no longer on the galactic battlefield filled with despair, but back at his home on Earth. He looked at the familiar furniture and the cell phone that was constantly vibrating beside his bed. He was home? But he was clearly still fighting Fulgrim just now!
"Dream...? A dream of hundreds of years... System!"

Wang Ming looked at the extremely familiar things around him. Even though he had a hundred years of memory, he was still extremely familiar with these things.

He looked at those things and tentatively called upon the system, but nothing appeared. In the past, as long as he called upon the system, the system interface would appear immediately, but now nothing appeared, as if everything in the past few hundred years was just a dream. But if it was really a dream, then this dream was too real. Wang Ming still remembered everything that happened in the past hundred years. They fought in the galaxy, they killed those enemies of humanity who harmed humanity, and they worked hard for a common goal.

Were these all dreams? This dream was too real, just like a life. Wang Ming recalled the memories of the past few hundred years. He picked up the mobile phone beside him and looked at the familiar apps and photos in his album. Everything seemed so unreal.

"I'm getting up to eat now."

When Wang Ming heard a voice outside the door, he suddenly realized that this was definitely not the real world and he had not returned home at all. This was an illusion created by the Chaos Evil God's strange magic.

Because his mother would never talk to him here. The place where he worked was so far away from his parents who were far away in his hometown. There was no way his mother could be here.

"Okay, okay, you're going to kill me, okay?!"

Wang Ming listened to his mother's voice, he was sure that this was an illusion, he got off his bed, looked at his mortal body, and skillfully used some combat skills he had learned. He was sure that this was an illusion, because he had these combat skills, and because this illusion was full of problems.

The only problem now is how to get out of this illusion. Obviously, this illusion was created through his subconscious. Slaanesh should not have any memory of him. This is his subconscious, his subconscious that wants to go home, his subconscious that wants to see his parents, but he already knows that he can no longer go home.

"Illusion..., reality..., do you really think I can't tell the difference?"

Wang Ming listened to his mother's voice outside the door urging him to eat, his eyes full of nostalgia. He wanted to go home, he wanted to see his parents, but he could no longer go home, not only because he had traveled through time, but also because of the responsibilities he now shouldered.

He is the Protector of the Human Empire, the Lord of the 21st Legion, and the eternal enemy of the enemies of humanity. He must shoulder these responsibilities for the sake of his own race.

"I really want to stay longer..., but Fulgrim needs me to deal with the damned Chaos God."

Wang Ming listened to his mother's voice, he opened the drawer of his bedside table, took out a fruit knife very skillfully, and then plugged it directly into the power strip on the bedside table without thinking. This was the fastest way. He didn't believe that after he died here once, Slaanesh could still use those illusions to influence him.

After a flash of lightning in the room, a corpse that was electrocuted into charcoal lay on the ground, and at the moment when Wang Ming's consciousness disappeared, he felt a cold light shining on his soul. Then the scene in front of him suddenly changed. It turned into a scene where Fulgrim killed the time travelers in front of him and slashed at him with the weapon in his hand.

At this critical moment, Wang Ming's eyes regained clarity, and Yongcun was quickly pulled out from his waist. In a nanosecond, the blade directly met Fulgrim's attack.

Due to time constraints, Wang Ming did not open the phase stand above Eternity, and this knife was just a clash of weapons. Fulgrim watched with interest as Wang Ming blocked his attack. He was very surprised that Wang Ming woke up quickly from the illusion. Slaanesh once promised him that he would pull Wang Ming into an illusion created by Wang Ming's subconscious mind. In that illusion, Wang Ming would be trapped by his past, allowing Fulgrim to quickly kill him, and then bring him to the realm of Slaanesh, where the Lord of Pleasure would corrupt him personally.

But Wang Ming now got rid of the illusion very quickly, which surprised Fulgrim very much, but it also made Fulgrim very excited. This brother of his was so interesting.

"You got me excited my brother, you are so funny."

Fulgrim's four arms were constantly waving, and the four sharp blades were constantly slashing in front of Wang Ming, and Wang Ming could only barely parry the attacks of these sharp blades. The attacks of these sharp blades were too fast. Whether it was the speed or the entry point of these sharp blades, these were all unmatched by Wang Ming. His combat skills and his physical fitness were more than a little higher than Wang Ming's. Although they were both Primarchs, his body had been strengthened by the blessing of Slaanesh, and his physical fitness had been raised to a certain level by the blessing of Slaanesh. Moreover, there were things like psychic energy on his body. This guy's combat power, coupled with the combat skills that he had accumulated over the past ten thousand years, could be said that if he exerted his full strength, Wang Ming would not be his opponent at all, but that was also based on the fact that Wang Ming did not use his own subspace essence and psychic energy.

Compared to other psychics' conventional psychic spells, Wang Ming's psychic spells are mainly free-flowing. After all, he has plenty of psychic energy. Even if his psychic energy is exhausted, he can restore his psychic energy by committing suicide. But Wang Ming doesn't dare to use psychic energy now. The scene of being dragged into the illusion just now is still vivid in his mind. God knows what that Slaanesh thing will do if he uses psychic energy.

But this is not a good way to go. When the time travelers faced Fulgrim, their fighting power was very limited. After all, no matter how powerful the Astartes were, they could not defeat the Primarch. What's more, he was a demon Primarch blessed by the Chaos Gods. He was basically a terrible head harvester. It only took him a few minutes to harvest the heads of the time travelers with his four arms.

Wang Ming, who dared not use psychic power, was also suppressed by Fulgrim's four arms. He could only use his own warp essence now. He was worried that Fulgrim would escape because of his use of the warp essence, so Wang Ming had never planned to do so before. But now that he was suppressed so deeply, he could only use his own warp essence to fight Fulgrim.

Golden flames ignited from Wang Ming's body, and then pounced towards Fulgrim as if they had life. After Fulgrim saw those golden flames, he immediately retreated. Although Slaanesh had promised to protect him from these strange golden flames, being burned by this thing would make him feel real pain. This kind of pain cannot be offset by the blessing of Slaanesh.

Fulgrim did not want to experience this kind of pain. He had now been corrupted and twisted by the blessing of Slaanesh. He did not want to experience that kind of real pain again. Moreover, he was very smart. He knew that after being burned by the golden flame, the body's senses would return to normal. With a body that had received countless blessings, he would not be in excruciating pain.

"You actually retreated? Don't you want to kill me?"

Wang Ming stood in a large area of ​​golden flames, with golden flames burning all over his body, as if he was a giant made of golden flames. He waved the Eternity in his hand towards the ground, and the golden flames also vibrated with him as the center. The vibration just made the flames rush towards Fulgrim. Fulgrim looked at the golden flames rushing towards him, cursed Wang Ming in his heart, and then immediately retreated out of the range of the golden flames.

"My brother, this is boring. Remove those golden flames. This is not fun."

Fulgrim looked at Wang Ming, still speaking to Wang Ming in his lazy and distorted tone. It seemed that he didn't care about Wang Ming's golden flames, but in fact he was very panicked. These golden flames reminded him of his father. He had heard about the affairs of his brothers. He didn't want to force Wang Ming into a corner and let his father possess Wang Ming, and then be beaten up by his father. According to his brothers, that feeling was very bad.

Moreover, there has been no news about Mortarion recently. This matter is definitely related to Wang Ming. Although Fulgrim is arrogant and conceited, he is not a fool. He is not brainless like Angron. When fighting with Wang Ming, his brain was always working, thinking about how to kill Wang Ming together, and then bring Wang Ming to the domain of Slaanesh, let Slaanesh corrupt him personally, and keep himself away from this matter. Even if something really happened, it would be his father who beat Slaanesh, and he might be able to escape.

However, those who have read the previous stories know that Fulgrim's idea is just his wishful thinking. If the Emperor himself were to take action, he would definitely be beaten up, and then like his brother Mortarion, he would return to his father's arms, become him again, let his soul return to the Golden Throne, continue to fight for the great cause of mankind, and use his soul to wash away the suffering he once caused.

But that's all in the past. Now Wang Ming and Fulgrim have started a war of words. Both sides began a heated discussion on this issue and fully exchanged views. Communication is beneficial. Now let's take a look at how their communication went. The situation is as follows.

"Damn it, come here if you can!"

"You have the ability to remove that golden flame!"

"I won't retreat. Come here if you can!"

"How can I get here if you don't retreat? Don't think I don't know what you are thinking!"

"You're not going to be scared, are you? Feng Fan, increase its strength!"

Wang Ming and Fulgrim argued for a long time on this issue. Wang Ming kept yelling at Fulgrim to come over, while Fulgrim wanted Wang Ming to remove the golden flame, otherwise it would not move at all. Moreover, a subspace portal had appeared next to it. As long as Wang Ming made any move to come over to it, it would definitely run away instantly. It was not a brainless fool like Angron.

In the end, Wang Ming really didn't want to talk anymore, so he directly brought Feng Fan out. This time, Wang Ming specially brought Feng Fan with him because Wang Ming found that Feng Fan's magic attack was really strong. From the Chaos Evil God to ordinary cultists, Feng Fan could make them angry. This guy was a human-shaped mocking tool. When he was in the realm of Khorne, his curses were so ugly that Wang Ming wanted to kill him.

But the situation this time was different. Feng Fan sprayed at Fulgrim for a long time, and then Feng Fan was speechless, because he discovered one thing, that is, under Fulgrim's twisted blessing, it seemed that verbal attacks could not shake its emotions at all, but instead made it more excited.

"Yes, yes, yes, curse me more. No one has cursed me like this in a long time. This is a different kind of stimulation. Don't stop, keep going~"

Fulgrim looked at Feng Fan, his eyes full of joy and excitement. It was a different kind of excitement, a feeling he had not experienced for a long time.

Feng Fan turned his head and looked at Wang Ming with a helpless expression. It seemed that he had underestimated the degree of Slaanesh's twisted and perverted nature.

(End of this chapter)