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

Chapter 211: On the shore of the land, could it be the royal minister?

The Lord of Change's methods can easily exceed the imagination of anyone in this universe. He enjoys great authority in the warp, and his ministry of knowledge and change even allows him to call himself "omniscient and omnipotent."

Putting aside the topic of "whether this proposition is true" which will never reach an end if debated, the fact that "Tzeentch dares to call himself so" proves that the title of "God of Wisdom" is not groundless.

In a flash, He came up with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine ways to bypass the weak barrier constructed by Debit with magic. Even though the young man did succeed in borrowing His power without the knowledge of the corpse on the throne under the blockade of the warp storm raised by the two Chaos Powers, this really impressed Tzeentch very much. However, apart from the "Angel Relics", Debit was just a human warlock after all. Even though the basic structure of the spell he used came from another world and was a completely unfamiliar theoretical system to any existence in this world, in the eyes of the Lord of Change and under the wisdom of the Supreme Eagle, it was still full of flaws.

The actions that Ferrus Manus was currently carrying out were, of course, included in Tzeentch's own priesthood. If only the goal of "stopping Ferrus" was considered, the Lord of Change could have directly used his power to accomplish it, such as taking advantage of the concept of "innovation" and "transformation" to cause Ferrus himself to undergo some random mutations - this would obviously be simpler, more efficient, and faster, but boring. And boredom is absolutely unacceptable to this god who was born in chaos and therefore takes chaos as his nature.

Therefore, Tzeentch chose to cast a spell at the beginning, simply because he foresaw that doing so would cause him to experience some unexpected things in the future. Now, the unexpected things have indeed appeared and have actually hindered him from further influencing Ferrus, which makes him happy and frustrated at the same time.

But this is no big deal. Everything is constantly changing. As the lord of change, Tzeentch's cards can never be exhausted by mere mortals.

He was not very clear about how the Emperor of mankind could accurately send power to Debit without being able to accurately observe the situation inside the warp storm. He was 100% sure that under the combined efforts of himself and Slaanesh, no matter how skilled the magician was, he could only barely read from the traces of the warp itself that the initiators of all this were the two of them, and could not affect anything inside the storm - this did not prevent him from casting the next spell, preparing to shatter the protective shield in front of him, which was built by the "Emperor's psychic energy".

Tzeentch didn't have to do this, but out of interest, or on a whim, he decided to give it a try. Perhaps this is why the perfect plan made by the supreme wisdom of the Lord of Change always fails in the end - he is so easily inspired that all the plans he made at the beginning cannot "go according to plan".

But this obviously did not prevent him from saying "just as planned" after everything was settled. But did he really plan it this way? No one knows. Maybe even Tzeentch himself doesn't know.

However, this sudden impulse did not seem to bring him any very gratifying changes. The barrier created by Debit was shattered in the dazzling blue light of the spell, and the ground nearby gave birth to crystal clusters due to some aftermath. The same development as Tzeentch himself expected made the god sigh half satisfied and half annoyed, but this did not affect the speed of his casting.

Normally in such a situation, Tzeentch's next spell should be directed at the magician who dared to confront him. He would use this to praise the other party's courage to confront the God of Magic, or in other words, to punish the other party's ignorance of daring to do so. But when the target is Debit Zem Woid, who just summoned a certain individual from outside the universe that even Tzeentch could not understand as a "monster", even the Lord of Change has to be cautious about this.

The desire to survive left by the scene just now made this powerful being hesitate for a moment. In the next moment, he deviated from the target he had originally aimed at and cast the spell from the sky towards Ferrus Manus. As a Chaos Power, he was very sure that this spell would not miss, even if it needed to successfully reach the battlefield where Ferrus Manus was from the "absolutely safe position" where he was now, and had to pass through an extremely chaotic subspace storm of an immeasurable distance in the middle.

This has nothing to do with the mage's own throwing skills, it is simply a special green light given by the Lord of Change to the spell he casts. Tzeentch, who controls probability, has greatly increased the probability of "successful hit" of this spell, so as long as it passes a little time in the warp to become chaotic, it will of course be able to -

——Faster than the spell reaching its destination, an axe was wrapped in a fiery red light and a bloody smell so strong that it seemed to be tangible. This axe, which somehow managed to break into the warp storm jointly set off by Tzeentch and Slaanesh, was still as powerful as ever, and was able to pass over the "head" of the Lord of Change with great power and threat. Its source was of course obvious.

This was a development that had never appeared in the Lord of Change's prediction. It was hard to say whether Tzeentch was frightened by the sudden attack, which was unlikely to have any fatal effect on the god himself, but could still cause damage; or whether he felt a sense of crisis because the target of the axe was so obvious and thrown so accurately; or whether it was for some reason that mortals could not understand - in short, at this moment, Tzeentch lost control of the spell he had cast on Ferrus Manus before, allowing it to dissipate in the ocean currents of the Vast Ocean, and began to check whether the warp storm that enveloped him, Slaanesh, and this battlefield, and all the spells related to it had indeed blocked all outside prying eyes:

Khorne found him here and threw away the axe. If the bacon playing witchcraft successfully discovered what they were doing, then the game would end here regrettably. And this was the last thing Tzeentch wanted to happen.

Ferrus Manus's fusion ritual was thus allowed to proceed undisturbed for the time being, and somewhere in the Great Rift that neither he nor Tzeentch had yet discovered, beside an altar covered in blood and containing eight severed cultist heads, Tezcatlipoca, looking out at the strange and indistinguishable light of the warp, laughed:

It was this god who was eager for chaos that told the Blood God through the ritual that Tzeentch had joined forces with his old enemy Slaanesh to secretly become active somewhere. It was also this "Smoke Mirror" who eloquently persuaded the other party that the opportunity was rare, so why not throw an axe in that direction. Of course, Tzeentch's spell was worthy of his name, and there was actually no problem in hindering other people's exploration - the problem with this group of subspace storms itself was that it only blocked the "sight" of other subspace beings, and did not really hinder their ability to interfere with the inside.

The problem of "unable to observe the internal situation, so unable to aim" was easily solved by Tezcatlipoca, who also had the power to manipulate probability: just as Tzeentch could use probability to make spells hit, Tezcatlipoca could also use probability to help Khorne aim.

The only pity is that the 50% chance of hitting Tzeentch and Slaanesh means that the random axe thrown by Khorne will end up on Tzeentch's head. The Lord of Change has a power similar to the Smoke Mirror, and the two offset each other, causing the Blood God's axe to miss the target by a hair's breadth. This is regrettable, but understandable.

In the eyes of other beings who could observe the storm in the warp, the gradually deformed air mass clearly meant that Tzeentch had realized the danger and was actively constructing another defensive measure. Several other spells were fired at the sky that Tezcatlipoca could see from an immeasurable distance. A cold snort came from the Blood God in the sky, ignoring these long-range spells that were doomed to be futile.

Seeing this, Tezcatlipoca came up with another plan.

Meow (peaceful)

This chapter is also known as:

The eldest brother has the golden throne, the second brother has the brass throne

The color of loyalty is red

Blind sniper

Brother Yan: Sir, this way

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 212: Fateful Battle (I)

Although it is unknown why, after the defense built by Debit based on the state religion was broken once, the entire battlefield has never encountered any other attacks from "unknown sources".

Under the premise that Tzeentch had already proved that he or his great demons were capable of taking action, the sudden cessation of such attacks was naturally ominous. But on the current battlefield, such a change was undoubtedly in favor of the Iron Hands. After Debbie quickly restructured the defense in another form, "fortunately", neither Ferrus Manus nor the Iron Hands regiment present encountered a situation that they could not deal with with their current capabilities.

——Unfortunately, this does not mean that everything will end smoothly without any damage.

The gap in military strength still objectively exists. Even if Enkidu's "wisdom of the people" can barely make up for this by fabricating vehicles with the concept of "artificial weapons" from the earth, it can only barely delay the speed of the Iron Hands' defeat: they need to face not only Chaos Astartes and Slaanesh's demon army, but also a demon primarch.

The role that a Primarch can play in such a small-scale battlefield is unimaginable to ordinary people. As long as he is given time, even if it doesn't take a long time, Fulgrim can easily wipe out all the remaining members of the Primarch's guard of the Iron Hands by himself.

This forced Enkidu to maintain the effect of "Wisdom of the People" while also deploying the function of "Heaven's Chain" to fight against Fulgrim on the battlefield. The dispersion of functions caused the divine weapon with the function of "God of Law" to temporarily fall into a disadvantage when facing an enemy who was both a Primarch (demigod) and a Demon Prince (granted with divinity/demonism). In the past, this was difficult for Enkidu himself to imagine.

If he didn't need to hold Fulgrim back, given some time, he could also capture and kill the enemies one by one on this small battlefield; or if he didn't need to allocate functions to assist in defending the Iron Hands Chapter, given some time, he could also use his advantage in compatibility to kill Fulgrim, or at least destroy his current body.

But unfortunately, there is often no such "if" in reality. Although it is annoying, the current delay and stalemate is the best solution on the battlefield - even if Enkidu is sure to kill the demon primarch and the Iron Hands warriors are willing to sacrifice, they will not give up Ferrus Manus who is currently protected in the center.

That would be the most unacceptable loss for the empire in the current struggle.

Fortunately, after a period of stalemate on the front battlefield, Mr. "The Most Unacceptable Loss" seems to be finally completing this stage of the project.

The roar of the machinery still seemed painful and irritating, as if there was a risk of overload at any time, but when such a sound continued for about twenty minutes, everyone would feel numb to it - including the person involved.

Ferrus was almost mechanically completing the final finishing work. The pattern displayed on the light screen floating in the air showed that the connection between the strange "generator" and the concept of his core essence had been basically completed. The blue-white and light red light were rigorously intertwined, like some kind of blood vessels, and it seemed that energy began to flow in a regular and orderly manner.

After the two different colors of light were confirmed to be able to operate normally and merge with each other, they disappeared out of thin air under Ferrus's own will. The mechanical arm holding the "generator" loosened its claws at the top, and the device that looked like a child's toy did not fall to the ground as common sense would, but flew to the core of Ferrus's essence as if attracted by a magnet, and changed its appearance in the process, losing its overly bright colors and overly smooth appearance, and formed a unified style with other rough structures that were mostly black iron in color.

This is also the mystical representation that will appear after it "completely becomes a part of Ferrus".

Then, the blue-white, burning spiritual core was locked in the iron-black protective shield by Ferrus again, and then the entire core mechanical structure melted in the light again. The re-lit etheric light quickly shrank in size, shrinking to the size that Ferrus Manus should have been - and then, amid the sighs of the enemy and the shouts of his own side, the Primarch of the Iron Hands, wearing the Medusa armor and holding the Furnace Breaker hammer, stood up from the light again, his face showing inevitable fatigue, but at the same time still with an unbreakable determination that contained deep anger.

"Fulgrim!"

He didn't even take a few seconds to catch his breath or adjust his body that had just undergone a "transformation surgery". He strode forward with a roar, ignoring any calls from the surroundings, and went straight towards Fulgrim.

He is the only one on this battlefield who can truly "counter" the Demon Primarch.

This is not a purely material universe. Ferrus could have used an essential form that was conducive to combat to attack Fulgrim, just as he had done in the warp space during the Webway War, but he did not do so. He himself did not understand why, and he did so more out of intuition.

Judging from a rational point of view, that might be the better solution, but emotionally, Ferrus always had some things that he couldn't explain and couldn't let go of. Perhaps it was those things that he couldn't explain and couldn't let go of that made him choose this strategy that was particularly close to the development of Istvan V, but this time, at least at this moment, he did maintain a certain rationality and was not completely blinded by anger.

Ten thousand years have passed since we met and the mountains and rivers flowed, and ten thousand years have passed since betrayal and the swords were drawn. No matter how intense the feelings are, they will become gentle and mellow after ten thousand years of precipitation and fermentation, even anger and pain.

During these ten thousand years, Ferrus had questioned Fulgrim countless times why he betrayed, why he fell, and why he committed such a horrible and despicable crime. Fulgrim did not give him an answer, the Void did not give him an answer, the Emperor did not give him an answer, and Fujimaru Ritsuka, who reappeared after knowing everything in the illusion, did not give him an answer either.

However, after going through this painful transformation, when he once again grasped the warhammer and stepped onto the battlefield, and was able to face everything more carefully with a tired rationality - or when he once again saw Fulgrim, who had been transformed into a demon prince, and whose original beauty and nobility had been distorted beyond recognition, and his joyful, crazy, but extremely empty eyes, Ferrus suddenly understood:

The reality is already like this, the answer to this question is not so important. What is important is how he should face such a reality.

"Come on! Ferrus -" The demon primarch who had transformed into a snake giggled and twisted swiftly in the center of the battlefield, getting rid of most of Enkidu's diversionary attacks, "- that's how it should be! There must be a battle between you and me! Your success or failure, life or death, depends on this one move! Everything we have experienced in the past ten thousand years has only pushed us to today's outcome!"

Following these words, there was a loud bang. The fight between the two Primarchs would always make people feel that the sky and the earth changed color and the mountains and rivers trembled. Moreover, this place was filled with a large amount of ether that was easily affected by the corresponding energy.

Enkidu took the opportunity to withdraw almost all of his chains and began to concentrate on maintaining the effect of "The Wisdom of the People", retreating from the front line against Fulgrim and waiting for an opportunity to strike. The subsequent battle between Ferrus and Fulgrim was so fast that even the God-made Weapon was overwhelmed for a while.

"Your only end is death!" Ferrus Manus made this conclusion at the starting point of this true "fateful battle".

Meow (six o'clock)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 213: Fateful Battle (Part )

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

This does not mean that they were in the center, nor does it mean that the conflict between the two primarchs reached a fever pitch in an instant. But when their swords and hammers collided again with a loud bang that shook the earth, the sounds of gunfire, shouting, wailing, and painful breathing around them all inexplicably weakened and faded in that instant, as if they had become unimportant.

This illogical but mystical battle between the Primarchs, which would determine the true "outcome" of the entire battle and even affect the direction of the "thread of fate" in the unpredictable future, began in full view of the public.

This is a certain law brought by the waves of the warp, and a gift from the Chaos gods. This battle, which can serve as a symbol and is also influenced by more symbols, has undoubtedly become the focus of everyone present at this moment. As a result, space has created a fault that refuses interference from others, and time has also stopped for this extraordinary 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 who really participated in it as the protagonists do not care about this.

The reflection of the legend, the direction of fate, the two people standing in the center of the battlefield, seemed to be irrelevant. The fate that had been entangled for more than ten thousand years had already become a mess, and the regrets, pain, anger and desires of the past had been purified into a certain obsession. The two opposing obsessions drove the close friends of the past to step forward -

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

But now, those feelings that could even be called beautiful had long been burned out, and only pure evil and murderous intent remained 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 was Ferrus or Fulgrim, just by looking at the expressions on each other's faces, they could clearly realize that nothing they said now would be of any use.

This battle, which could literally level mountains, continued at an abnormally fast pace amidst the silence of the two and the deafening roar of various weapons. Both of them were too familiar with each other: not in the sense that they had been blessed with new equipment or developed some new martial arts in the past ten thousand years, but in the sense that they were too familiar with each other's thinking and reactions.

The Primarch's observation and memory are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. During the time when they were inseparable many years ago, they were too familiar with each other's every move, every subtle expression and reaction, what they might say in each situation, the strategies they formulated, and the priorities of putting them into action... They were too familiar with each other, so familiar that when they saw the other raise his hand, they knew what moves he was going to use, and when they saw the other raise his gun, they knew which part of the target he wanted to destroy.

Such familiarity made Fulgrim laugh out loud in the middle of a battle that was rapidly heating up to a fever pitch. What did he feel about this fact? Joy? Ridicule? Ferrus did not know, and did not want to know.

He only felt an irrepressible sadness about it.

"My old friend, you have not forgotten me - not even after ten thousand 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 am really happy-"

"--I certainly won't forget these things," answered Ferrus.

He knew that Fulgrim would now derive some twisted pleasure from whatever he said, but he felt he had to go on: "If I had forgotten these things, what data would I have used to formulate the best strategy for killing you?"

He was not sure if there was any surprise or pain on Fulgrim's face when he said this. The moment that expression lasted was too short even for the Primarch, and then the face of the Daemon Prince, which had been distorted by Chaos, was further distorted by ecstasy: "That's it, this is being hated-"

Ferrus did not let him finish. The roar of the sonic weapon drowned out Fulgrim's unfinished words in an instant, and the shockwave shattered his internal organs, which had been twisted and distorted beyond recognition. But for a beloved child who was being watched by Slaanesh, this was simply a painless injury. The pain caused by the shattered internal organs only provoked the opponent's high spirits again, and the impact of such injuries on combat functions was instantly eliminated by the blessing cast by the Lord of Pleasure.

Fulgrim vomited a mouthful of blood without caring - this was just a symbolic way of telling his opponent: your attack is indeed effective, but it is useless - and then immediately swam his snake body to try to close the distance with Ferrus again. The combat radius that the two can gain an advantage in is different, and they have already made many arguments about this ten thousand years ago. Although the slight difference between them is not worth mentioning in the entire melee battlefield, now they are facing each other, another Primarch who is extremely similar to themselves but completely different.

Any slight gap should be grasped, and any slight advantage should be firmly grasped. The final victory is the accumulation of every little detail. This law is most obvious when facing an enemy that is equally matched with oneself.

"It's useless." Fulgrim raised his scimitar with a wild laugh, and the Hearthbreaker had almost simultaneously blocked his path of attack. "As I said before, fate is on my side this time! Your defeat is a foregone conclusion before this war, which cannot even be called a war, begins!"

"What does the so-called 'fate' mean?" Ferrus roared, "If the so-called 'fate' is really like this, then I will reject it with all my strength!"

"'Destiny' is absolute. No matter how you struggle, you cannot escape its web." Fulgrim suddenly withdrew from the fierce battle, retreated a relatively safe distance, opened his arms to Ferrus and said softly, "You should have understood the reality of this universe and this warp in these ten thousand years. Don't you still understand this most basic point? Just as the Great Heresy was already doomed, the fall of the Primarch was already doomed, the battle between you and me on Istvan V was already doomed, and the defeat of the Emperor was also already doomed. Everything in the dark has already been determined, and only-"

"--I see." In this brief period that should have been a "half-time break", Ferrus ruthlessly interrupted Fulgrim's dramatic speech.

Fulgrim did not take it as an offense at all. Instead, he asked with great interest: "What? What did you understand?"

"Something I should have known long ago." A mechanical arm stretched out from the mechanical backpack of the Medusa Shell, holding a long sword that should not be hidden in the backpack in terms of length and size. During this short "truce" that might only last for a few dozen seconds, Ferrus put down the Hearthbreaker in his hand and raised his hand to take the hilt from the mechanical arm.

Fulgrim was surprised to find that he recognized the sword. It was the flaming sword that Ferrus had given him; the Purple Phoenix had wielded it countless times on the battlefield, using it to slay countless enemies of the empire; it had been shattered by Ferrus himself with the Hearthbreaker, and then reforged by him again -

He did not recall any more, because the moment Ferrus's hand touched the hilt, a blazing flame suddenly ignited on the blade. Gorgon's steel-like eyes stared at the fire burning on the sword, which was exactly the same as it had been ten thousand years ago, and continued with his previous unspoken words:

"The real Fulgrim would never say something like 'everything is predetermined'. The real Phoenix should never and will never be trapped by the unsatisfactory status quo."

Ferrus raised the sword towards the demon prince facing him:

"Fulgrim died ten thousand years ago. I now face only a miserable, unconscious shell of his former self."

Meow (peaceful)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 214: Fateful Battle (Part )

"You call me 'just a shell'?" Fulgrim sneered at Ferrus with a twisted smile. "Can 'just a shell' be so -"

The Daemon Prince's unspoken words were drowned out by the noise of gunfire. The Iron Hands Primarch stepped on this road paved with fire and iron, wielding the flaming sword in his hand and rushing forward. It was not until the blazing sword flashed across Fulgrim's eyes as he reflexively dodged the blow that he realized that Ferrus' words were not meant for him.

That sentence was more directed to Ferrus himself.

On the battlefield, Gorgon always gives people the impression of wielding the Hearthbreaker and using the mechanical arm behind him to pour all kinds of deadly bullets on the enemy. But this does not mean that he is unfamiliar with swordsmanship.

Fulgrim has known this for ten thousand years. Even after he had completely fallen under the command of the Lord of Pleasure, he still worked tirelessly to hone his swordsmanship while pursuing more happiness. To this end, he did not hesitate to transform himself into a "more perfect" form, so that he could flexibly perform movements that were difficult to perform with a rigid human shell, thereby using a "more perfect" sword skill - even when facing Ferrus holding a sword, he still did not dare to take it lightly.

He does have four hands now, but what if we count the mechanical arms behind the Medusa shell? To be honest, those mechanical arms that are like the appendages of a gorgon, under the control of Ferrus, seem to have free will and move freely without interfering with each other. Perhaps they are the equipment that best fits his name "Gorgon".

Unlike the evenly matched battle before, Fulgrim was surprised to find that he did feel pressure in front of Ferrus who picked up the long sword. This is not to say that Ferrus's swordsmanship is more sophisticated than his skills with the war hammer, but... Obviously, the opponent has undergone some changes in his mentality.

Fulgrim was unable to comprehend what exactly this change was. This was perhaps the first time that he failed to truly understand Ferrus Manus's mind at such a close distance. This made the Daemon Primarch feel a little confused and flustered, and for a moment he could only do what he wanted under the sword light drawn by the flames and the various barrages fired by the mechanical arms.

Before this, although the fight between them also had a clear purpose of "life and death", it was ultimately a matter between "Ferrus and Fulgrim". Regardless of whether the parties involved had such awareness, the entanglement and fate that had been extended since ten thousand years ago were not false. They were close friends who knew each other well, and it was not that there were no quarrels or conflicts between them. But those were all collisions of ideas and clashes of beliefs. Regardless of whether they could reach an agreement in the end, at least they had some clear purpose other than "killing each other" - even on the battle on Istvaan V, it was hard to say whether Fulgrim or Ferrus really wanted to kill each other on the battlefield.

But now, something was different. Fulgrim could not understand it, for he had never thought Ferrus would think this way: the Iron Hands Primarch was certain that he would kill the corrupted Emperor's Children, and this time, it was not just words.

Ferrus Manus had realized that the "Fulgrim" he knew had also died on Istvaan V. The blow from the slashing sword not only severed Ferrus' head, but also completely killed Fulgrim's soul. As he had just been convinced, the one standing before him was no longer "Fulgrim", but just a walking corpse, a twisted toy left after being manipulated by Slaanesh.

This Daemon Prince might have Fulgrim's memories, Fulgrim's body, all of Fulgrim's exquisite skills, and perhaps even some of Fulgrim's remaining soul and essence - but the things that truly made Fulgrim "Fulgrim" had died long before all of these.

The battle that was taking place at the moment was no longer colored by Ferrus' emotions. The purely rational logical deduction and probability calculation of the Iron Hand Primarch blocked all possible angles of the Demon Prince's attack. He no longer regarded the other party as his former close friend, nor as an enemy who was still worthy of respect after parting ways. He even no longer regarded the opponent in front of him as a separate individual, but abstracted it into the concept of "enemy".

What he has to do now is to completely wipe out the enemy in front of him.

This was a tactic that Fulgrim had never seen before, and Fulgrim certainly didn't know how to deal with it. This was normal, because Ferrus Manus, like his legion, was a Primarch who attached great importance to "honor". His Medusa carapace was loaded with firepower comparable to that of the Titans, but in a one-on-one battlefield, he was not very inclined to use them - his iron hands, his exquisite calculations, quick reaction speed and strong strength were often enough. Ferrus often hoped to defeat any enemy who dared to face him with his own strength and skills. This was a way for him to show respect to the opponent who dared to challenge him. And he now judged that the demon prince in front of him did not deserve his respect.

If this style of play had to be named, Ferrus would simply call it "sweeping." But now, there was no longer a Fulgrim around him to try to make him do such meaningless things, so this improvisational tactic ended up having no name. The firepower behind the Medusa's carapace, which was too much for a single target, was pouring down on him with an efficiency and density that Fulgrim had never seen in his memory, forcing the Daemon Prince to give up the close-range attack that was more advantageous to him, and instead try to escape from Ferrus's line of fire in panic and confusion.

——A wrong judgment, a low-level mistake that Fulgrim would never have made ten thousand years ago. If he could have fought hard at that moment and rushed to the opponent, within the radius where Ferrus himself would be affected by his own artillery fire, Fulgrim, who could recover quickly, might still have the strength to fight, thanks to the Lord of Pleasure's attention and favor. But he chose to retreat in a panic. Even if he realized in the next moment that he had stepped into a dead end, he no longer had the possibility to correct this mistake:

He shouldn't have thought that he could escape from the firing line of the Medusa Carapace. This was undoubtedly an extremely unrealistic illusion - rather than being able to escape from Ferrus Manus's precise lock, it would be more realistic to think about how to drag the ammunition inside the Medusa Carapace to run out.