The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Fabius didn't speak in response to Fulgrim's statement, he just stood quietly, seemingly thinking or pondering.

So the corrupted Primarch of the Third Legion continued to say slowly:

"In this turbulent era, we must indulge in pleasure wherever we go."

The shadow's slender fingernail drew a crack in the air, and then the image of a person appeared, wearing Terminator armor and holding a strange long weapon, followed by a second image, wearing ancient armor, a helmet in the shape of a phoenix, and holding a burning long sword.

"See, how interesting, my brother, who was destroyed by my ruthless father, seems to have left a surprise for all of us. Originally, I was hoping to see how things would develop—"

As he spoke, the shadow's finger shook, turning into a sharp blade, purple flames burning at the tip of the blade, and then cut off the two images.

"It's a pity he was too greedy. He was not satisfied with snatching that treasure from the Lord of Decay. Even after enjoying love and pleasure, he was still not satisfied. I never realized that people could have such greedy desires. He even tried to steal His most cherished jewels from the master of desire, the souls of those Aeldari."

Fabius's mouth suddenly curled into an arc.

"Why doesn't the omnipotent god just destroy him?"

"Ah, your sarcasm is meaningless, Spider, because you never understand the meaning of God. Sarcasm towards a being you have never known is like throwing a punch at the air. What did you hit?"

"Of course, my lord, I misspoke, but since he is the master of desire, shouldn't controlling a man full of desire be a piece of cake? Or does he possess a power that even that great god cannot interfere with? Or does the dying master on the throne still make the so-called gods fearful?"

"Why guess like this? Isn't it because he is so special that you condescended to come here, isn't it?"

"Yes, my lord, I am interested in this power, it may be the key to the new world. →"

"Then we have reached a consensus, Spider, go and assist Eidolon, we need to teach the greedy thief a lesson, and tell him that satisfying desires must also be done with the master's consent."

"Of course, my lord, but I still have a small personal request."

Before Fabius could finish speaking, the shadow turned into a clown wearing a grotesque laughing mask.

"You are also greedy, Spider."

"This is not greed, my lord, I just want her back, my daughter, my most perfect work, this is a request, more than once.

The clown shook his finger.

"Spider, you once rejected me, declined my kindness three times, and hated my gift three times. You betrayed me, the one who has always protected you, but I still have hope, do you know why?"

The clown's body leaned forward, stretched, stretched, and finally looked like a colorful flower snake, and the smiling mask seemed to become a grinning snake head.

Fabius just squinted his eyes and remained silent.

Suddenly, the clown stretched out his hand, holding a purple balloon tied with a string.

Then he handed the balloon to Fabius, but Fabius just looked at him and didn't take it. Fulgrim simply hung it on the shelf behind him.

"She once told me that regret and satisfaction are both part of desire."

After speaking, he stretched out his finger and popped the balloon with a 'pop', and then disappeared in a burst of purple smoke, laughing loudly.

Fabius turned and left. Although this meeting was not pleasant, he still did not show any emotion, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings. Originally, after a long period of silence, his mood became happy again, with a long-lost sense of anticipation and excitement.

But now he was a little annoyed.

Melusine, he will definitely take her back, she belongs to him.

And the secret of the so-called Undying Legion, he also wants to hold it in his hands.

Fabius clenched his fists as he left the palace, ignoring the seductive calls from the Slaaneshi Daemonettes—

Ultimately, what he wants to do, what he wants to accomplish, is to truly surpass the limits of creation, completely get rid of this mediocre legion and the so-called Primarch. Fabius is determined to display his true, earth-shattering wisdom.

But before all the plans are launched, he still has a lot of preliminary work to complete.

In a desolate and nameless world in the galaxy, a battle has also entered its most brutal stage. Huge battleships hover in orbit, trying to suppress the ground defenses with their powerful firepower. The planet's gray surface has been blasted with a visible crack, but it is not rolling lava, but an unsettling, eerie green.

Lightning constantly rises from the ground, bombarding the armor of the giant ship, creating large pits.

As metal wreckage crashed heavily to the ground, a wisp of tall, fine dust was raised.

This world is so barren that not even a bacterium can be found in the lifeless sand. The thin atmosphere allows the ground temperature to freeze a mortal's body in seconds.

In the embers and gravel after the bombing, huge triangular black stones scattered and exposed on the ground, looking like mountains.

The hunting Warg stretched its muscles, the wails of collapse and tearing had disappeared, and among the scattered huge rubble piles, some metallic skeletal things were still making their last struggles. They had long lost their souls, even their consciousness. Their only comfort was the pleasure of tearing flesh. Their hatred and pain for the living could only be relieved by spreading death.

Leman Russ, wearing gray iron armor, holding a long sword, and with long hair fluttering, walked out of the collapsed pyramid, along the winding corridor, all the way to the battlements of this alien underground tomb.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, carrying countless sands. He didn't know if this was the dust stirred up by the violence of the bombing, or part of the world's reaction to their invasion, but in any case, this desolation and coldness reminded him of Fenris.

The wolves were well taken care of and did not need him at the moment. What he had to do now was more important to humanity.

The tall Primarch stood tall, walked into the dim green light, and twelve Wolf Guard in Terminator armor quickly followed his steps. Their fists, wrapped in gauntlets, tightly gripped heavy battle axes, and their bodies were steady. They were more like weapons themselves. Every thought of theirs was as sharp and fierce as the weapons in their hands.

Standing on the battlements hundreds of meters deep underground, looking at the crack blasted by the battleship, a wide black ramp rose from the mottled ground fault, covered by layers of gray dust, pitted and cracked by the years, but still wide enough to accommodate ten Baneblades side by side.