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

Chapter 215 The Battle of Fate (End)

In the storm composed of ether, Ferrus Manus was grabbing the chain with the mechanical arm behind his back and climbing up with difficulty.

Logically speaking, it is not very difficult for Ferus to just complete this action.But what is hindering him now is not just Fulgrim who keeps trying to struggle in it, causing the chain itself to keep shaking, or the surroundings that seem to never calm down, but also the chain itself.

Perhaps this was not Enkidu's original intention, but when Ferrus encountered him, or it, he immediately understood: the hazy golden light shining on it was not what he was used to seeing in the Webway War and other occasions. , support from the emperor, but some other kind of energy that is output by the divine weapon after being resolved by itself, causing him to have a slight burning sensation when it comes into contact.

The nascent inhibitory force still seems ignorant and mechanical at this moment, and its simple judgment method cannot agree that a primitive body established as a subspace creature can also be classified as a "human being".But because Enkidu's most important target at the moment is still Fulgrim, Ferrus Manus's "little move" was approved by the suppression force with the tacit approval of the divine weapon itself that dominates the current main function.

A slight burning sensation could not stop the Primarch of the Iron Hands from climbing upwards.What's more, under the barrier of those "iron hands" covered with active metal, these small pains are really not worth it.Just like the strong wind around the chain and its own shaking, objectively speaking, they do hinder Ferus' progress, but in fact, it is difficult to say that this "obstruction" has any effect.

In mythology, Perseus cut off the sleeping Gorgon's head with his sword with the help of a mirror shield given by the gods.

Ferus is now trying to cut off Fulgrim's head with the flaming sword in his hand with the help of the divine weapon "Lock of Heaven".

No advanced knowledge of mysticism is required. Anyone with a little common sense who can understand the reflection in subspace and know the related myths and legends can understand what kind of attempt Ferus is making, and the corresponding attempt will be What will be the final result?

Fulgrim himself, of course, knew it.

He had no intention of just surrendering and facing such a sudden turn of fate.Although he could not understand why the chain wrapped around his body was so strong, he also instinctively realized that it was not absolutely indestructible.As the favorite of the Lord of Joy, as long as he can corrode the thin golden aura on the chain with the psychic aura gifted to him by the gods, he can escape naturally - but that will take time.

Even though he has grown in size, his neck is only 30 meters away from the ground.He needed time to get out of trouble, but Ferus obviously wouldn't give him that time.

A Primarch could not climb a chain any faster than he could move on flat ground.But where can it go in the end?

"Don't think you will win if this continues!" the demon prince said, trying to divert the other party's attention and delay.

His originally light and graceful voice inevitably became heavier and duller as he grew larger. When such timbre fell into his own ears, it made him still listen even after his fall. The pursuit of perfection part feels quite unbearable.However, the approaching death was obviously the more terrifying one, so he had to endure the sound of his "imperfect" voice and continued:

"Do you think you can kill me with the sword in your hand?" Fulgrim sneered with an inward look.But even though he tried his best not to let his true emotions show, Ferrus could still read his uneasiness in the details of his expression.

I don't know if this is because they were already too familiar with each other 1 years ago, or because the empty shell in front of me has lived so smoothly in these 1 years, so that the acting skills that were originally easy to capture have also deteriorated.

Ferus was not troubled for too long by this question that just slipped through his mind without leaving a trace. As for the question he was asked by the enemy before, it did not even succeed in disrupting his consciousness.

The Primarch of the Iron Hands continued to climb upward in silence, and his lack of reaction made the Daemon Prince feel an unbearable anxiety.This made the latter's expression more obvious and urgent, and he immediately wanted to continue to say something - and then, he relied on the ethereal and incomprehensible relationship he had with his master after being given the gift. The "intuitive", almost inexplicable connection realized that the eyes of the Lord of Joy were no longer focused on him.

This unconfirmable fact made him suddenly feel extreme fear, as helpless as a newborn child left alone in a cruel world.His mind that had been distorted by Slaanesh had permanently lost the ability to perceive normal emotions, and the extreme feelings he was experiencing now were caused by the blessing's tampering to make him tremble and rejoice involuntarily.

As a result, the demon prince's face once again showed an expression that was very different from Fulgrim's thousands of years ago.Ferrus Manus took in all these changes, but still said nothing.Seeing the depravity of his best friend who jokingly called him "Gorgon", it was certainly impossible for Ferus to remain unmoved.But he knew very well that now was not the time to feel calmly for these things.

Now, he had to prioritize ending it all himself.

Currently, he is the only one who can do this - and he is the only one who can put an end to this evil relationship that has been entangled for thousands of years.

He wasn't sure how thorough this so-called "thoroughness" would be.Until now, Ferus is still not completely sure whether this battlefield space that should have been on the surface of Jerrick, but was confused with the Supreme Sky due to the tide rising in the great rift, belongs to "reality" or "reality". "Warp" - or to put it bluntly, after "killing" Fulgrim here, will he be banished back to the Silver Palace of Slaanesh, or will he get a simple and peaceful death? .

But this "uncertainty" is not enough to prevent him from continuing to take planned actions.

It might as well be that everything ends here, or that the "Fulgrim" in front of him can return to his soul under the command of Slaanesh and continue to cause trouble with this depraved and debauched attitude.No matter what, Ferrus Manus vowed that he would end it all.Even if what he draws here today is just a sign of rest, even if it takes tens of thousands of years, he swears that he will always catch up, and one day he will end the pain and torture of his former best friend with complete death. .

This was his final answer after ten thousand years to the friendship, help, love, and betrayal that Fulgrim had given him—to everything in the past.The purple phoenix once called him "Gorgon", which symbolizes a terrifying monster.A monster that symbolizes terror can only give such a solution that is far from perfect when faced with such a complex problem.

In just ten seconds, Ferus had reached a suitable location.Fulgrim's distorted voice rumbled like thunder in his ears, but he didn't care at all what the other person was saying.He grabbed the chain with the two still strong mechanical arms behind his back, barely stabilized his figure in this position where there was no suitable foothold, held the flaming sword in both hands, and moved towards the target position he chose. Slash——

The long sword wrapped in unquenchable flames made a crisp metallic buzzing sound, and the demon prince's seemingly delicate and smooth neck seemed to be blessed by the power of subspace like the hardest fine gold that had been specially processed.It was forged by Ferus and given to Fulgrim. It was once carried by Fulgrim as his own sword for a long time. After going through many twists and turns, such as being broken and recast, the flaming sword left only a trace on his neck. White marks caused by impact and a little burnt black.

The Primarch of the Iron Hands was not very surprised by this, as he had seen similar results when the sword struck Fulgrim's arm, which was exposed beyond the ostentatious decoration.The latter's suddenly emboldened jeers did not affect him, but then, while he was quickly thinking of solutions, he suddenly felt that he was being watched by something.

That line of sight seemed to come from a distant horizon, but also seemed to be very close to him.He has been familiar with this feeling when eyes fall on him for thousands of years.And even a person like Ferus, who was a little slow in his emotional reaction, could easily read the clear sadness and pain in his eyes.

He knew who the gaze was from, and he also clearly realized that although the emotion contained in it did include "sadness" and "pain", it did not include "opposition".

At that moment, Ferus, who was so blessed in his soul, waved the flaming sword in his hand again.In that moment, its blade inexplicably became wider and longer, and its shape also changed accordingly.The only thing that didn't change was that its blade was still burning with an everlasting blazing fire, and this time, the moment the fire touched the demon prince's neck, he let out a scream of pain.

Even Ferus himself thought it was amazing. At that moment, he didn't think about anything and just let his wrist continue to move according to muscle memory.The long sword held in both hands cut through the part he wanted to cut smoothly this time like a hot knife cutting through butter. Perhaps because of the flames on the sword, the blood spurting out from it was not as much as he originally expected.

He did not expect that the final outcome of this matter would be so simple - Ferrus Manus, at this moment, completely beheaded Fulgrim with the "Emperor's Sword".

He didn't even make any special effort.

　Miwu (peaceful)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)