Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 698: The Complete Soul

"You are just a traitor. You betrayed your father. Look at you now. Your so-called perfection is just a twisted and disgusting thing in front of me. I will personally chop off your head and make you pay for your sins."

Fulgrim looked at the demon Fulgrim in front of him. He did not have any emotional fluctuations because of any of its words. In his eyes, the thing in front of him was just a twisted monster. It betrayed its father and killed its brother. It was unnecessary to have any conversation with such a thing.

When the demon Fulgrim saw Fulgrim's condition, it suddenly laughed, laughing madly, as if it had seen the funniest thing in the world. It laughed and waved its four twisted arms.

"I'm actually talking to a fake imitation. I'm really too boring. But it's okay. I still respect you very much. As a sign of respect for you, I will cut off your head and hang it on my body as a perfect ornament."

The demon Fulgrim laughed loudly, and then pointed his blade at Fulgrim in front of him. He wanted to chop off Fulgrim's head and hang it on his armor as a perfect work of art as a decoration. After all, what could be more exciting than hanging your own head on armor? Slaanesh's thoughts have been soaked in ten thousand years of practice, and his mind has been completely twisted. He lives as a monster who only knows how to pursue his own excitement.

There is no need to say more now. The two Primarchs fought together. No movement could be seen at all in the battle between the two gene Primarchs. They were just too fast. The Sons of Phoenix and the Astartes of the Sword of the Stars around watched the fight between the two Primarchs. In their eyes, they were two completely invisible things distorting the space. The sword lights of their battle were like something flashing, so frequent and so intense.

The blades kept colliding, Fulgrim was worthy of being the number one swordsman in the galaxy, each of his attacks was perfect, but he still couldn't break his moves at all when fighting with himself. The movements of the two were almost exactly the same, their techniques, their skills, their sword skills, except that compared to Fulgrim, the demon Fulgrim's movements were a little faster, but only a little faster.

With Fulgrim's swordsmanship that was already at the level of the Dao, these things could be compensated by skills, and Fulgrim's speed was not bad either. Although he started a little slower than the Demon Fulgrim, for some reason, his movements seemed to be slowly getting faster and faster, as if there were no restrictions. It was as if someone had pressed the accelerator key on the video recording, and in the eyes of the Demon Fulgrim, the faster and faster movements seemed as if Fulgrim in front of him had been accelerated.

Not only that, but his sword skills were becoming more and more perfect, the landing point and trajectory of each strike were almost perfect, which was totally unacceptable to the demon Fulgrim. It even felt that Fulgrim was more perfect than himself. It was really too outrageous and made it too angry.

No! It can't accept this! It is perfect! It is truly perfect! That guy is just a copy, a poor copy, and it can't accept that a copy is more perfect than it.

"Your arrogance is useless in front of me. I have suffered from this kind of arrogance before. I know how ridiculous this kind of arrogance and pride is. I will not make the same mistake again."

Fulgrim looked at the demon Fulgrim. With a perfect slash, he cut a gap in the chest of the demon Fulgrim. Then he turned the slash into a stab and stabbed it into the chest of the demon Fulgrim. When the demon Fulgrim saw that he was injured, he became completely furious. He was actually hurt by his own clumsy imitation, and it was such a serious injury. He couldn't accept it. He couldn't accept it.

It roared almost madly and waved its four arms, attacking Fulgrim in front of it, but this was of no use to Fulgrim now. In fact, Fulgrim didn't know what his current condition was. This was the first time he returned to Holy Terra to meet the Emperor, and the Emperor gave him a gift, but he didn't know what this gift looked like. Now, these changes in him made him vaguely feel that this thing might be related to the gift given to him by the Emperor.

But now is not the time to think so much. No matter what that thing is, he will use it to kill the demon Fulgrim. If this thing comes from the power of the enemy, then he will immediately return to Holy Terra and ask the Emperor to help him deal with it, even if it means completely eliminating him. He will not become a servant of Chaos again. He has only one loyalist, and only one loyalist, and that is the Emperor, his father. He is only loyal to his father. He will protect his empire and the humans in his empire. He will never let the same mistake happen to him again.

The blades flashed, and those four swift blades were nothing in front of Fulgrim. His speed had reached a point where it was ridiculously fast even among the Primarchs. He knocked away the four blades that were chopped at him, and then slashed straight at the neck of the demon Fulgrim. The battle between the strong was not so fancy, except that they were evenly matched, it was a one-hit kill.

Why would we fight with equal strength when the outcome is decided by a single blow? On the battlefield, there are only enemies and life and death. The means that can kill the enemy are the best means. In Fulgrim's mind today, elegance and perfection have been labeled as completely secondary. He does not care too much about perfection and elegance, because he knows that it was because he cared too much about these things that he was bewitched in the past.

Wang Ming once talked about this matter with him, and Wang Ming's evaluation of him was that he was an extreme perfectionist, and the solution he gave him was to give up his ridiculous perfection and elegance, and fight like a real warrior on the battlefield. Don't care about how to kill the enemy perfectly, don't care about how to make your movements elegant, all actions that can kill the enemy are good actions, make the enemy tremble in front of him, and let his servants die under his knife in front of him, this is all he wants now.

The flaming blade pierced through the neck of the demon Fulgrim, and the demon Fulgrim stared at Fulgrim in front of him with disbelief. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that he was killed by his own poor imitation. He couldn't accept this kind of death. Even if he was killed by Wang Ming and his essence was completely burned clean by his golden flame, he couldn't accept being killed by his own poor imitation. It was as if he was the poor imitation, and the imitation in front of him was the perfect him. He couldn't accept this, but now he had no chance to fight back, because his head had been cut off, and his vision slowly fell to the ground. As his consciousness returned to the subspace, he could only burst out a helpless roar. He was killed by his own imitation. What a humiliation, what a shame!

Moreover, the demon Fulgrim was not only killed by his own clumsy imitation, but he also felt as if he had lost something. This feeling made him very uncomfortable, and even made him feel a little scared. For a demon primarch to feel scared was enough to prove how scared Fulgrim was of his own clumsy imitation. He did not understand why, he was obviously the perfect one, so why was that clumsy imitation more perfect than him.

"This is... my soul... my essence..."

And just after Fulgrim and the demon Fulgrim were killed, he suddenly felt the changes in his body. He also understood what the gift the Emperor gave him was, and why the Emperor asked him to kill Fulgrim personally once. That was his essence, that was a fragment of his soul.

These things all returned to his body the moment he killed the demon Fulgrim, as if an incomplete thing was being completed. Those soul fragments and his essence returned to his body, as if all of this had originally belonged to him.

No, it's not as if, but all of this should be his. He is Fulgrim. That guy is just a traitor, and he is the true son of the Emperor. He is already complete, and that traitor was also him, but now only he is the real him, as if the Tiangang is reversed. The current Fulgrim is the real Fulgrim, and the traitor in the warp was also Fulgrim, but compared to the current Fulgrim, it is more like the imitation.

Holding the flaming blade high, Fulgrim stood on the battlefield and declared his victory. The Sons of Phoenix cheered for their father, and the Astartes of the Sword of the Stars also expressed their blessings to Fulgrim. They were very happy that Fulgrim had killed the Chaos traitor.

When Fulgrim was about to kill the demon Fulgrim, the war situation in this world also changed. The war situation in this world shifted from the advantage of Chaos to the human side. Humans will win this battle, and those Chaos bastards will return to their own damn warp. This world will always belong to humans.

Just as the war situation in this world changed and Fulgrim regained his soul fragments and essence, in a dark corner on the edge of the galaxy, on a world, Magnus was looking at those ignorant mortals. He displayed his psychic abilities in front of them, and these mortals who had lost their civilization almost instantly gave it the title of god.

And it also used the title of this god to corrupt all the humans in the tribe into believers of the Lord of Change. It knew that Wang Ming was in this world, and wanted to give Wang Ming a surprise, a surprise like the betrayal of Horus. It wanted to use some of the information it had just obtained to corrupt Wang Ming's descendants, or at least create some rifts between him and his descendants. That's right, because the previous plan against Wang Ming failed too much, it has now turned its plans to Wang Ming's descendants, those star travelers.

"Haha..., how ironic! The fantasy I had was a hoax, and Wang Ming's is the real thing. I wonder what his descendants will think after knowing this. I am really looking forward to it."

Magnus looked at the humans who had become believers of the Lord of Change, and smiled as he wondered how those Star Travelers would react when they learned of Wang Ming's so-called plan? With the right lies and deception, would they become victims of Wang Ming's plan? Definitely not, and with the Empire's fear of the Horus Heresy, it was estimated that a rebellion could happen in an instant. The more Magnus thought about it, the more he looked forward to it.

Just as it was expecting, a series of huge Thunder Eagle gunboats suddenly cut through the sky and appeared above the sky of its human tribe. When these Thunder Eagle artillery appeared, Magnus knew that his plan had begun. Those guys were still attracted by it. Sure enough, using mortals as bait was too suitable for them.

Magnus had only seen such a kind Astartes, such a kind Primarch in his brother Vulkan. However, in this dark universe, kindness was always just a very negative emotion. Sometimes, kindness would completely kill those kind-hearted people. Kindness was also a very luxurious thing in this dark universe.

After the travelers on the Thunder Eagle gunships jumped off, Magnus began to look for his target. Finally, he saw a golden figure jumping off the Thunder Eagle gunship, and he began his own plan. He raised his hand, and powerful psychic power permeated the entire space. All the travelers in this space had hallucinations. This was not a kind of corruption, but just a spell that forced hallucinations to appear in front of him.

In this illusion, the time travelers saw Wang Ming's plan, the plan to become a true god, the plan to send all the time travelers to the altar and let him become the supreme god by sacrificing those time travelers' souls. Magnus' plan was to let those star time travelers see Wang Ming's true face and make them unwilling to become Wang Ming's victims.

(End of this chapter)