The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Hearing Sork's reprimand, the former Primarch of the Third Legion turned his head, one hand clutching his chest and the other covering his eyes, and said with a wail:

"Oh, after years of reunion, I am greeted with harsh words. Nothing is more tragic than the tearing apart of flesh and blood."

"Tell those words to Ferrus and those Third Legion warriors who were killed on Istvaan III."

Fulgrim then turned his head and asked with a smile:

"How is Saul doing lately?"

Sork narrowed his eyes.

"Waiting to smear a knife across that traitor's neck."

"Hmm, what I love most is the fire of revenge, it excites people, it makes people frantic, it makes the song no longer monotonous, but..."

The barefoot Fulgrim walked back and forth gracefully on the stage, like a proud peacock showing off its feathers.

"My brother, what interests me more now is you..."

As he spoke, he stopped and bent down to face Sork, as if he were examining an interesting animal.

"When I learned about you, you can't imagine how surprised and delighted I was."

Sork sneered and retorted:

"Then you should come and see me, like Mortarion, I will receive you very warmly."

"I wanted to, but you also know, we are all bodies, no, not in control of ourselves, ah~"

The smile on Fulgrim's face suddenly became grotesque.

"Because of this, I suffer day and night, I can't observe and play with such interesting things in person, my heart seems to be dug out. What makes me happiest is the smell of desire on you, which makes you surpass our boring and dull brothers, they are completely tools, dead things, who don't know how to appreciate, don't know how to enjoy, only you, my brother, know how to satisfy your desires, this is really rare."

Sork stared at the other party and suddenly chuckled.

"Fulgrim, you are not qualified to say such things to me, not even your master is."

The smile on Fulgrim's face gradually disappeared, he straightened his back and said indifferently:

"Arrogance, what an excellent quality, but my brother, you are too blind."

"I don't need to be polite to you, if you have the ability, come and fight with real swords and guns, or just stay in the Warp and stop talking nonsense, what? You don't dare?"

Sork also became angry at this time, and jumped directly onto the high platform. Fulgrim immediately took two steps back instinctively. Face to face, the face of this fallen Primarch twitched.

"Don't you Slaaneshi things like to control people's will and desires? Okay, my thoughts are now open to you."

Sork said, spreading his arms.

"Do you dare to come?"

Fulgrim narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and even the sound of his teeth grinding could be heard.

Now it was Sork's turn to laugh.

"Don't dare? Are you afraid?"

As a result, Fulgrim suddenly chuckled, then his laughter grew louder and louder, and finally turned into a strange posture of holding his stomach and leaning back and laughing.

A few seconds later, he suddenly stopped laughing, slowly straightened his waist, and stared at Sork with snake-like eyes.

"I was just teasing you, and you're really proud of yourself, a fake who's showing off his power with someone else's strength."

Sork stretched out his hand and shook his palm, then smiled:

"I never said I was Xerxes, but at least I can control the power in my hand, what about you? I'm afraid you have to let Slaanesh hold your dick even when you pee?"

"It seems you are very confident, even if all of this will not be yours in the end."

"It's as if even a hair on your body belongs to you."

Fulgrim put his hands behind his back and walked towards another high platform like a stage actor. Even if there was nothing under his feet, it had no effect on him.

Suddenly, he turned around.

"Amonak and you are both very interesting people, but like you, you are unbelievably arrogant. Even by our standards, your combination can be called birds of a feather. How much better do you think your ending will be than his? After he humiliated Lucius so much, I assure you, he will pay an even more terrible price."

"No matter how bad, it won't be worse than you, Fulgrim. As for Lucius, he's just a poor worm who can't even control his own life and death. Did he go to you to cry?"

"Ha, this damn arrogance and superiority, you are exactly the same as him."

As he walked past a pillar, his form began to swell, and mysterious brilliance burst out from his body, gradually stretching his size. The silk as thin as cicada wings on his body turned into gorgeous armor, and his legs merged like flowing beeswax, transforming into a huge snake from the waist down. The thick lower body coiled on the stone slabs, and the scales shimmered like mother-of-pearl.

When he walked out from behind the pillar, the original human form had disappeared. A half-human, half-snake monster stood tall in front of Sork. Its eyes and cheeks were surrounded by scales, its tongue was forked like a snake, and two pairs of arms stretched out from its ribs. The rings on its fingertips sparkled like stars, and four hands held four gorgeous long swords and scimitars.

"I hate you! Xerxes! The unfair father gave his perfection to you! He only regards you as his true child!"

Deep shadows enveloped Fulgrim's body, and the snake-like body immediately coiled around the nearest throne, using night-like black teeth to bite the Eldar mummy sitting on it, deeply sucking every trace of power hidden in it, and finally leaving only ashes-like shells.

Sork noticed that many thrones only had ashes left, apparently Fulgrim had been to this place before.

"Clearly dead! Why don't you disappear! Why!"

Fulgrim's resentful hissing echoed around. It shuttled and swam around Sork like a shadow.

"Now you still plan to steal my toys! Take away my feast! The Eldar is already in the mouth of our master, and you are trying to get involved! Even my failed father can't stop our master's desires, you who have accidentally stolen the power of the Star God are just seeking your own death!"

In the roar, those looming forms suddenly materialized, turning into countless screaming and laughing Slaanesh demons, and rushed in like a tide.

Watching the shadows gradually approaching, Sork touched his waist, but found that he had no weapons on him!

And he had no armor on his body, only a simple robe.

At this moment, the remains of the Phoenix King suddenly stretched out a withered bone-like finger and drew a strange symbol in front of him. The symbol shone with white flame-like light in the dark tomb.

Along with the appearance of the flame, a low voice echoed in Sork's ear—

The galaxy is broken, the races are weak, and the demons run rampant. It was I who fought against the darkness with flames and steel blades, but they were never defeated, just coiled up and slept in the eternal abyss. The fallen subjects still crawl in the shadows—

One day, darkness will devour the eternal fire—

Fate repeats, and the beacon of re-emergence will also exile darkness again—

The next second, the Sunfire Sword came through the air and was grabbed by Sork, but at this time, the Sunfire Sword was very different from before. The entire blade was feathered, and a mark was etched on the sword, the outline of a phoenix.

Or rather, it is no longer called Sunfire at this time, but Anaris!

In an instant, burning white-gold flames covered Sork's body from top to bottom, and condensed into the same armor as the person on the throne.