40K: Where did the Emperor go?

Chapter 165 Waaagh!

Magnus the Red Devil walked out of the world of the dead and magic, crossed the barrier and came to the real world. He paid a lot of money to come to this planet, but anyone who is unethical will find it worth it, because part of that man is in here.

The Word Bearers Legion is a problem. Don't worry about the two Luojia. It's too easy to deal with Luojia. This guy is incompetent in literature and martial arts. He has great martial arts skills and can use psychic powers. Well, Magnus's evaluation is that this guy shines. The trick is used very well.

However, Fulgrim, who has a minion of Slaanesh on this planet, is more troublesome.

But it's not difficult. Slaanesh's group of sensory slaves can't do anything big. Magnus looks down on Slaanesh's group of addicts. This is the same view of the other three evil god camps.

Magnus looked at his wizards: "Get ready, what we have to face is the Lord of Humanity."

A Thousand Sons wizard asked Magnus: "My lord, do we really want to confront your father?"

Magnus: "After nine hundred and ninety-nine times of prophecy, we cannot achieve the goal we want head-on. This place is too chaotic. Fulgrim's worm and those two Lorgar must be excluded."

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The demon prince Fulgrim felt his father approaching. Fulgrim felt his blood surge, and his lips trembled: "Father, have you come to kill me?"

The scenes of getting along with his father are vivid in his mind. He once admired his father, and he still admires him now.

But fate made them fight each other on the battlefield. Fulgrim trembled with excitement at the thought of his father hurting him, or him hurting his father.

What will his father do after meeting him?Whether the first words spoken were to scold him for his depravity, loudly rebuke his betrayal, and humiliate him with the most vicious words and words.

Or rush up without saying a word, stab his heart with a sword, break his spine, and break his mutated limbs and arms one by one.

While he was afraid of meeting his father and suffering His punishment, he was extremely looking forward to Him using the most cruel and vicious way to torture this depraved bitch like him.

When he thought of these demon primarchs, he felt itchy like ants crawling all over his body. He shouted to the secret-keeper demon beside him: "Whip me!"

The secret-keeping demon stretched out its long purple tongue and licked its lips. It pulled out six whips from its waist. There were six whips on one handle. Each whip struck on the creature would directly act on its nerves, causing the most severe damage to it. Painful sensory stimulation.

The Keeper of Secrets raised his whip and whipped it at Fulgrim, hitting Fulgrim's smooth back.

"Shua! Ka!"

The sounds of skin being torn apart and bones being broken were heard one after another.

"Oh! Comfortable!"

The Daemon Primarch groaned, the moral conflict between his father's sins and his pleasure in crime overwhelming him.

The physical whipping is just the icing on the cake of this perverted pleasure. The real main course must be the attention in his father's eyes when he arrives.

Father!What kind of look will you show when you see the new me now?anger?ashamed?mercy?Or is it pure murderous intent?
No matter what look you throw at me, I will never hate you, because being able to have your gaze is my greatest pleasure.

Fulgrim shouted: "Continue."

The whip struck Fulgrim again and again, hitting his upper body or the snake's tail.

The neural pain produced by each whip is enough to make an Astartes die from pain, and only the ascended Primarch can treat this terrifying pain stimulation as fun and enjoyment.

The other demons and Emperor's Children on the side were all stimulated by this scene, and they all picked up the weapons at hand or the torture instruments they carried with them and began to approach Fulgrim.

"No!" Fulgrim roared sternly, his face as cold as a poisonous snake, causing all demons and mortals to tremble and kneel involuntarily.

Fulgrim suddenly changed his smile: "I mean we can't fall into pleasure now. I will leave myself to my father for the next time. This is my private time with him."

When Fulgrim mentioned his father, he felt itchy again. It had been more than 1 years, and any other pleasure project could only make him feel the feeling for a short time, and then there was emptiness.

But now, as long as he thinks of his father, the demon primarch cannot control his random thoughts and the massive secretion of hormones in his body.

why is that?Father, are you so important in my mind?
I didn't even bother to look at the other brothers. Even when Robert woke up, I just sent one of my men to tease him.

And when I know that you are walking in the galaxy again and are divided into twenty parts, I can't control myself and come to you.

Fulgrim's face turned red with shame, and the Keeper of Secrets on the side looked like a young girl in love when he saw Fulgrim's expression.

It immediately slashed one of the Emperor's Children to death, peeled off his skin, and began to paint with blood and dirt on the ground. The big demon used the best paint it could find to try to preserve the image of Deputy Grim at this time.

The Keeper of Secrets painted quickly, each stroke being extremely graceful and exquisite, and some of the Emperor's Children and Daemons donated whatever paint they could get their hands on.

The crimson color of blood, the pale color of bones ground into powder, the pale green color of bile in the stomach...

Fulgrim put his face on one hand and lay on the sand in a graceful sleeping posture, cooperating with the Keeper of Secrets to complete its great painting, which was about to be completed.

"boom!"

A cannonball smashed into the ranks of Fulgrim's army, and an Emperor's Son was blown to smithereens.

All Slaanesh demons and Slaanesh believers looked towards the high ground, where a tall figure stood on the top of the mountain.

The figure looked down at them, and its brave body and violent beauty made all Slaanesh demons and believers tremble with excitement.

Such a perfect and great existence, people really want to tear him into pieces!When the demons were about to rush forward like a roar, they were stopped by a voice.

"Stop."

Fulgrim's voice spread throughout the army. This was a historic moment. This was the meeting of father and son again after ten thousand years. How could there not be an opera-like dialogue at a moment with such historical significance and wonderful destiny? .

This piece of history will be compiled into an opera by great writers and sung forever, and will be carefully collected by collectors.

Fulgrim twisted his snake body and snaked to the front of the team in an extremely graceful and charming manner.

Fulgrim opened his mouth and shouted in the softest and most affectionate voice: "Father."

What would my father do?What would he say?Should you humiliate me first, kill me directly, or use love to influence me to the right path?

Come on, father!Let’s interact and communicate!Let this great encounter begin!

In Fulgrim's expectant eyes, the figure opened its mouth and then made a shocking sound.

"waaaaaaaaagh!"

Fulgrim: "Huh?"

(End of this chapter)