Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 671 The Two Fulgrims
The axe blade covered with frost appeared on Perturabo's neck. The distance had been shortened to only one centimeter. This was a distance that was completely impossible to avoid. It was really too close and impossible to avoid.

The frost-covered axe blade slashed Perturabo's metal neck, cutting through the armor and cables on his neck. Perturabo was not surprised by this blow. At the moment when his head was chopped off, he just stared at the huge axe covered in ice. He knew that he could never really compete with his three brothers.

It did not have the mysterious self-confidence of Fulgrim. All it had was a calm analysis, avoiding being killed by Wang Ming or Lion and letting Leman Russ take it away with one blow. Now, the Third Battle of Terra had just begun, and it still had a lot of time. Even after being exiled once, it still had the opportunity to return to Holy Terra to command the battle.

Time is always enough for them, they always have more time than those mortals, and dying once is no problem for them. As a non-physical universe, as the demon prince in the subspace, death is just a reading for them. They are demons in hell.

After dealing with Perturabo, Wang Ming actually felt a little surprised. This shouldn't be the case. The difficulty he had shown before shouldn't be so easy to deal with. This guy was definitely dealt with on purpose. It was definitely like that. Although those damn guys were not human, their calculating abilities were definitely not small, except for Angron.

It is more or less necessary for them to have any concerns. These damn beings have all spent tens of thousands of years in the subspace. Their schemes and calculations are definitely not weaker than any wise man among humans. Their experiences and what they have gone through make them fully adept at calculations.

"But no matter how many plans you have, six Primarchs cannot suppress you!"

Wang Ming looked at Perturabo's body slowly disappearing in front of him, and he thought in his heart, but for some reason, Wang Ming subconsciously ignored a brother, and the brother he ignored was Fulgrim's clone. He was now watching the battle between Fulgrim and Clarks not far from their battlefield.

Two hours ago, in the palace, he was looking at the empty room and constantly waving the flaming sword in his hand. He had not joined the battlefield for a long time. After the Renaissance Expedition was stopped by the current Battle of Terra, he had no chance to fight.

He knew why this happened. It was actually a form of defense against him. Although no one said it out loud, he knew that the things his original self did made him constantly on guard. And now, he had to resolve the mistakes he had made, kill his former self, and atone for the mistakes he had made.

Now Fulgrim was watching the battle between Clarks and the Daemon Primarch Fulgrim. He raised the flaming sword in his hand and his figure instantly disappeared. At this moment, Wang Ming and the others also discovered Fulgrim's arrival. Wang Ming and the others quickly wanted to stop Fulgrim, but their speed was too slow. Fulgrim was faster than them. Clarks, the only one who could stop Fulgrim, was still fighting with the Daemon Primarch Fulgrim.

Now it is impossible to stop Fulgrim from fighting the Daemon Primarch Fulgrim. People have done a lot of things in their lives. Some things are worth making up for with a lifetime, while some things are insignificant or even irrelevant to the entire life. In fact, the relationship between Fulgrim and the Daemon Primarch Fulgrim is not related at all. They don't actually have much causal inheritance. The things that the Daemon Primarch Fulgrim did don't have much to do with the current cloned Primarch Fulgrim. He may want to atone for his sins so much.

But he knew everything about his own Primarch, he hated everything it had done, he had to kill him to atone for what he had done, he knew that he was actually just a clone, but he believed that he should shoulder the duties of the Primarch, that was responsibility, that was his mission.

The sharp blades and shadows kept colliding in the air, but a sudden sharp blade that seemed to be burning with flames quickly separated the attacks of the two, and then it killed the Daemon Primarch Fulgrim alone. Every blow of his was close to perfect, and every blow of his was very elegant, showing the posture of the once No. 1 Sword Master in the galaxy to the fullest. Even though that damn thing had the twisted blessing given to it by Slaanesh, the once No. 1 Sword Master in the galaxy could still fight it with ease.

The sharp blades kept clashing and the sound of metal clashing continued to be heard. The head-on confrontation between the two Primarchs was very terrifying. It was not like the previous battle between Fulgrim and Clarks. Clarks' previous battle with this twisted thing was not a direct head-on confrontation with it, but using his own warp essence to transform into shadows and constantly attack Fulgrim. This method was very useful for Fulgrim. After all, although this guy had four arms, he could not completely block the all-round attack from the upper and lower space.

The battle between Fulgrim and that disgusting big loach was completely a clash between two Titans. Their swordsmanship was the same, so perfect, so elegant, the collision of blades, the clash of light and shadow, so elegant and beautiful, but the fatal death represented by it was present at all times. Every knife and every blow was extremely fatal. Every blow from both of them was aimed directly at the opponent's chest or throat.

"You are fighting yourself. To be honest, I have been looking forward to this battle for a long time. I didn't expect that I didn't find you, but you found me."

The Daemon Primarch Fulgrim looked at the clone in front of him and spoke to it in an extremely frivolous tone, that as its original body it knew everything about him, and he also knew everything about it, and apart from some differences in strength between the two, their fighting skills and swordsmanship were exactly the same, and for a moment they were unable to break each other's defenses, just as the saying goes, they were taught by the same master, so they couldn't break each other's moves.

While the two Fulgrims were fighting each other, the other Primarchs were also trying to provide some help. The one who could help Fulgrim the most was Wang Ming. His ability to weaken the Chaos was unquestionable. The golden flames ignited from him as the center. These golden flames appeared at Fulgrim's feet. Since awakening his own subspace essence, Wang Ming's control over the golden flames has become higher and higher in these battles. He can now even pinch the gold back into weapons like swords, guns, sticks and clubs like the Emperor, but this behavior consumes Wang Ming's energy very much. For a Primarch, his energy is actually not easy to be consumed, but if he uses the golden flame to do something very carefully, Wang Ming's experience will be consumed very quickly. Of course, this is a fast consumption for a Primarch.

After all, Wang Ming's normal working hours are calculated on a month-to-month basis, and he may even work for several years without a break. However, if he uses the golden flame to do something very delicately, he will feel obviously tired. For a Primarch, it is very outrageous to feel obviously tired. You know, for these superhumans, their physical strength and energy can hardly be completely consumed.

"This is all I can do for them. I cannot interfere with their battle. After all... I dare not disrupt Fulgrim's rhythm."

Wang Ming looked at Fulgrim who was bathed in golden flames, and the Daemon Primarch Fulgrim who was forced back by the golden flames. He did not dare to act rashly to disrupt Fulgrim's fighting rhythm. After all, for powerful warriors of their level, their battles were often determined by some details. Their battles would not last long, and would often be fatal at some point. Each of their attacks would target the opponent's vital points, but each of them would be blocked.

The battle was slightly increased because of Wang Ming's assistance, which was Fulgrim's advantage. The full name of the golden flame was Human Karma Fire, which was extremely lethal to Chaos. Chaos was the fuel of Human Karma Fire. In fact, it was the fire of revenge created by mankind's eternal anger towards Chaos. The demon primarch Fulgrim was very afraid of these things.

It did not dare to come into contact with the human's karma fire in large quantities, because these things would cause great harm to it. Not only would they burn its flesh and some of its essence, but it would also make it feel the same pain as a normal human being. Even after coming into contact with the power of chaos, the pain would be even more terrible. This was what Fulgrim least wanted to experience.

It's not the kind of extreme pursuit of senses like Slaanesh, but a real sense of pain. The pain is heart-wrenching, just like the pain of a normal human being magnified dozens of times, and all the masters who have learned from it are of no use at all. In other words, it usually enjoys these pains very much, but the pain caused by the golden flame will make it so painful that mistakes will occur in its sword moves, making its movements no longer perfect and elegant.

"Wang Ming, you damn thing, you actually!"

The Daemon Primarch Fulgrim was forced to retreat step by step by the human fire. Under the human fire and Fulgrim's superb swordsmanship, this extremely proud and confident Daemon Primarch experienced a feeling of frustration. This feeling made it very uncomfortable. It has always been so proud and so elegant. It thinks it is so perfect and nothing can compare to it. This is the common trait of all Slaanesh demons. They are proud, elegant, and twistedly perfect.

This feeling of frustration made the Demon Primarch Fulgrim extremely angry, even a little hysterical, but it was unable to completely repel Fulgrim. After all, Wang Ming's golden flames were like something that it could not get rid of at all. As long as it dared to touch the golden flames, it would suffer extremely terrible pain.

The flaming sword with golden flames kept swinging at the demon primarch Fulgrim. The extreme oppression and suppression finally made the demon primarch Fulgrim unable to bear it. It was the first time that he felt so disgusted. What was it like to be unable to fight back? The burning of the human hellfire made it impossible for the demon primarch Fulgrim to attack Fulgrim, and even too much blocking was impossible. That thing was too terrible. As long as it touched, it would burn.

In the end, the unbearable Demon Primarch Fulgrim put his sharp blade directly on his neck, and then cut his neck cleanly. As the Demon Primarch Fulgrim cut his neck, it finally ended the frustrating battle. In the eyes of the Demon Primarch, Wang Ming was a huge disgusting person, and this guy's golden flame was completely a suppression of them.

Wang Ming's existence made them feel very uncomfortable. The immortal legion, the immortal Wang Ming, and the special ability given to Wang Ming by their father made those demon primarchs feel very disgusted. However, they did not think that while they felt disgusted, the things they had done were so terrible for humans. In any case, everything they had done was their sin, and their only possible atonement was to return to the Golden Throne and fight for humanity again in the Cursed Legion.

The person who sent them back to the Golden Throne was Wang Ming. So far, Wang Ming has successfully sent back his two brothers, Koz and Mortarion. They have now reported to the Golden King and are now serving as the main force in the Cursed Legion. Wang Ming had seen Koz in a previous battle. Although this guy had a lot of opinions about him, he still listens to the Emperor now.

After dealing with the three Demon Primarchs, Wang Ming and his men hurried back to the palace area. Because of the attraction of the Demon Primarchs, much of their energy was focused on them, so much so that they forgot a very important person, that was the damn Chaos Warmaster Abaddon. Now the invincible Chaos Warmaster had descended on Holy Terra with his black legion, and at the same time, he also brought a large number of great demons and demons with him.

On a battlefield where Titans were fighting, Abaddon looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground. He looked at the demons and devils rushing past him. Like his former father, he opened his arms to this purgatory.