How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 209 Battle of Fate ([-])

When the weapons of Fulgrim and Ferrus Manus clashed again, their positions naturally became the center of the battlefield.

This does not mean that their position is in the center, nor does it only mean that the conflict between the two primarchs has reached a fever pitch in an instant.But when their swords and hammers collided again with a loud noise that shook the earth, the sounds of gunfire, shouts of death, screams, wails and painful dying breaths all around them all inexplicably weakened and faded at that moment. , as if it has become unimportant.

Illogical, but in line with mysticism, this "important" battle between the original bodies will soon determine the true "win or lose" of the entire battle, and will even affect the direction of the "thread of fate" in the elusive future. "The battle started in full view of everyone.

This is a certain pattern brought about by the waves of subspace, a gift of attention from the gods of chaos.This battle, which can serve as a symbol and be influenced by more symbols, has undoubtedly become the focus of everyone present at this moment.As a result, a fault line was created in the space that refused interference from others, and time also stopped for this incomparable battle.The nature of this battlefield determines that its projection will be eternally recorded in the tidal echoes of the past, present and future, but the two people who really participated as the protagonists did not care about this.

The reflection of the legend, the direction of fate, and the two confronting each other in the center of the battlefield seemed to be irrelevant.The fate that has been entangled for more than ten thousand years has long become a mess. The regrets, pain, anger and longing have all been purified into some kind of obsession.Two opposing obsessions drive the former close friends to step forward——

Once upon a time, they had fought each other with swords just to demonstrate to each other whether their own tactics were reasonable, or to try to find some loopholes in the other's strategy.Similar behavior once represented a friendly and pursuit of perfection between these two people, which once included sincere friendship and full respect for each other.

But now, those even beautiful feelings have been burned out long ago, and only pure evil thoughts and murderous intentions remain between Fulgrim and Ferrus.

Every swing of the four scimitars carries cunning and vicious intentions, and every attack of the Furnace Breaker and the mechanical arm has a clear and destructive purpose.

At this moment, neither Fulgrim nor Ferus tried to recall the "good times" in the past on the battlefield, or tried to distract the other party by making them recall those days. I can gain a slight advantage in this dizzying battle - they are too familiar with each other, and those experiences from thousands of years ago still hold true now thousands of years later.

At this moment, whether it is Ferrus or Fulgrim, as long as they see the expression on the other person's face, they can clearly realize that nothing they say now will be useful.

This battle that could literally level mountains continued in the silence of the two and the deafening roar of various weapons, at an unusually fast pace.Both of them in the battle are too familiar with each other: it does not refer to the blessings they have each received, the new equipment they have developed, or the new martial arts they have exercised over the past ten thousand years, but it refers to their understanding of each other's thoughts and ideas. The reaction was all too familiar.

The Primarch's powers of observation and memory are beyond comprehension.During the time when they were inseparable many years ago, they were all too familiar with each other's every move, every subtle expression and reaction, the words they might say, the strategies they formulated, and the actions they might take when facing each situation. The order of priority... They are so familiar with each other, so familiar that when they see each other raise their hands, they will know what moves they are going to use, and they are so familiar that when they see each other raise their guns, they will know which part of the target they want to destroy.

Such familiarity made Fulgrim laugh loudly in the center of the battlefield that quickly became tense with white-hot intensity.What did he feel from this fact?happy?ridiculous?Ferus didn't know, and didn't want to know.

He only felt an uncontrollable sadness about it.

"My old friend, you have not forgotten me - even after 1 years." Fulgrim finally spoke.

At this moment, his voice, which had become too smooth and artificial under the blessing of Slaanesh, sounded as if there was a sense of relief and euphoria: "I seem to have said it before, but I must emphasize it again: I really happy--"

"——Of course I will not forget these things." Ferus replied.

He knew that no matter what he said, Fulgrim would be able to get some kind of twisted pleasure from it, but he felt that he had to continue: "If I forget these things, what kind of data should I use to formulate it?" What's the best strategy to kill you?" He wasn't sure whether there was any surprise or pain on Fulgrim's face the moment he said these words.The moment that expression lasted was too short even for the original body. Immediately afterwards, the demon prince's face, which had been distorted by chaos, was further distorted by ecstatic emotions: "This is it, this is to be hated - "

Ferus didn't let him finish.The roar of the sonic weapon completely drowned out Fulgrim's unfinished words in an instant, and the shock wave shattered his internal organs that had been distorted and alienated beyond recognition.But for a favorite who was being watched by Slaanesh, it was simply a painless injury.The pain caused by the broken internal organs only aroused the opponent's excited nerves again, and the impact of such injuries on combat functions was instantly eliminated by the blessing cast by the Lord of Joy.

Fulgrim vomited a mouthful of blood carelessly - this was almost just a symbolic way of telling his opponent: your attack can indeed work, but it is useless - and then immediately swam the snake body in an attempt to get closer to him again. Ferus distance.The combat radius in which the two can gain an advantage is different, which they have demonstrated many times thousands of years ago.Although the slight difference is not worth mentioning in the entire melee battlefield, now, they are facing each other, another original body that is very similar to themselves but completely different.

Any slight gap should be grasped, and any slightest advantage should be grasped tightly.The final victory is the accumulation of every tiny detail. This law is most obvious when facing an enemy who is evenly matched with oneself.

"It's useless." Fulgrim laughed wildly and raised his scimitar, and the Forgebreaker was already crossing his attack route at almost the same time. "As I said before, 'destiny' is On my side! Before this war, which cannot be called a war, begins, your defeat has become a foregone conclusion!"

"What does the so-called 'destiny' mean?" Ferus roared, "If the so-called 'destiny' is really like this, then I will use all my strength to reject it!"

"'Destiny' is absolute. No matter how hard you struggle, you can't escape its trap." Fulgrim suddenly withdrew from the fierce battle, retreated to a relatively safe distance, and opened his mouth to Ferus. He opened a pair of arms and said softly, "You should have understood the reality of this universe and this subspace in these ten thousand years. Don't you still understand this most basic point? Just as the Great Rebellion has long been destined, the original body Your fall has long been doomed, the battle between you and me on Istvaan V has long been doomed, and the Emperor's failure has long been doomed. Everything in the world has been determined for a long time, but only——"

"——I understand." During this short period of time that should probably be called an "intermission," Ferus interrupted Fulgrim's dramatic talk without mercy.

Fulgrim didn't feel dissatisfied at all, but asked enthusiastically: "What? What do you understand?"

"One thing I should have understood a long time ago." A mechanical arm stretched out from the mechanical backpack of Medusa Carapace, holding a long sword that should not be hidden in the backpack in terms of length and volume. .Ferus put down the Furnace Breaker in his hand during this short "truce period" that might only last for tens of seconds, and raised his hand to take the hilt of the sword from the mechanical arm.

Fulgrim was surprised to find that he recognized the sword.It was the flaming sword that Ferus had given him; the Purple Phoenix had wielded it countless times on the battlefield and used it to kill countless enemies of the empire; it had been used by Ferus as the Furnace Breaker himself. Broken to pieces, and then recast again by him——

He did not continue to recall it, because the moment Ferus' hand touched the hilt of the sword, a raging flame suddenly ignited on the blade.Gorgon's steel-like eyes stared at the fire burning on the sword exactly as it was thousands of years ago, and continued what he had not said before:

"The real Fulgrim would never say 'everything is predestined'. The real Phoenix should never and will never be trapped by an unsatisfactory status quo."

Ferus raised the sword towards the demon prince opposite him:
"'Fulgrim' died 1 years ago. What I am facing now is just a miserable but unaware empty shell he left behind."

　Miwu (peaceful)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)