Chapter 516 434 In Front of the Altar

Chapter 516 4.34 In front of the altar

A huge muffled sound came from the closed door. Fulgen turned his head sharply, but behind the floating silver hair, he only saw the tightly closed door.

【private matters. 】

Slowly, like bubbles emerging from the swamp, a soft, feeble sound sounded.

Fulgrim frowned. He subconsciously showed his displeasure and looked at Omega not far away from him. A fly flew out of the guy's exhaust pipe.

They kept a proper distance, and Omega seemed to completely ignore Fulgrim's dissatisfaction. He smiled, just smiled.

Fulgan shook his head and swallowed, saying nothing.

The purple flames on his body gradually extinguished, and those subtle flashes of light reappeared on the Phoenix. The gem fell to the ground, and the fragrance filled his nostrils.

But even so, Fulgrim is still like a beggar who has stolen the king's clothes. Under the heavy headdress, it is difficult to hide the mediocrity in his eyes.

Fulgan swallowed, Malcador and Alpha... what on earth is this new Alpha? He doesn't understand - does he need to?

He doesn't need to understand.

Everything that is intricate, everything small, and intricate is worthless in front of the real giant beast.

In a daze, Fulgrim shared the view with Mortarion, who was preparing in the subspace - just destroy everything.

Phoenix's eyes lit up with purple flames, feeling the familiar taste, but this time it was different. The power of the six desire rings was lost, and their owner had already thrown them away just for a night of spring supper.

This is the most luxurious joy in the galaxy.

Fulgrim was silent, and the power clung to him obediently, worshiping him as the new king in silence. Was Slaanesh's power ever so gentle? Or is it because of Malcador...

There was another loud muffled sound behind them. One of Malcador and Alpha was beaten badly now, and Fulgan hoped that person was Alpha.

He followed Omega up the steps. The altar carved with blood filled the entire hall, forming a strange big circle, with four small circles evenly guarding the big circle.

Omega gave him a meaningful look and led him to the center of the altar. Fulgrim paused, his eyes darkened, and finally said nothing.

His position is not one of the four small altars, but the center of the large altar - which is usually the location of the sacrifices.

At this moment, the place is filled with gold and silver.

Omega seemed to regret that Fulgrim had not asked. He grunted, but turned around and left, heading to his small altar, where screaming and playing Nurglings were decorating the small space.

Fulgrim stood on the cold altar. He felt itching on his wrist. When he raised his hand, he saw delicate half-scales climbing out.

Fulgan took a deep breath, and forced his eyes away to look at the remaining four small altars.

Omega was playing with those noisy little guys, and next was an empty altar dripping with blood and burning with flames. Fulgrim thought that was Alpha's position, and then there was an empty, extremely simple altar with nothing in it - that Is it Malcador's position?

Then, countless broken mirrors flickered, each with a different fate. The sound of the quill touching the paper rustled, and the parchment floated in the air, dancing with the owner's giant red hand.

Fulgan's pupils trembled - well, Phoenix thought that even if he saw Vulgan wearing a pink dress now, he wouldn't be surprised at all.

The only thing that would surprise him... Fulgrim's brain, which had been numbed by the impact of magical reality, thought for a moment. Maybe it was the pseudo-Saint Guinius.

[Hello, Magnus. 】

Fulgrim said calmly. He took a deep breath and stood in the center of the altar. The premonition of his death made him surprisingly good.

Magnus looked up, his eyes flashing with confusion.

【Hello, my brother. 】

Magnus said that the blue quill did not stop because of this. Fulgrim noticed that Magnus's originally smooth red skin left a few black spots, like skin ringworm.

Of course, what surprised him even more was that Magnus now had one eye - but it wasn't the eye he had before, it was on the other side.

Fulgan took a deep breath and listened to the sound of smashing in the guest room next door.

[Have you betrayed me? 】

Fulgrim said opening his arms,

Magnus paused, his pen stopped writing,

"That's an interesting question," Magnus said, "Am I betrayed?" I betrayed, no matter where I am, I am a betrayer. 】

【No matter where it is concerned? 】

Fulgrim felt a certain anger at being teased. He should not expect that there would be normal people in this world - madmen! They are all crazy!

Magnus blinked his single eye, as if stating a matter-of-fact fact,

【loyalty? betray? My ridiculous brother, this is worthless. 】

[Loyalty and betrayal are meaningless to me. The pursuit of eternal truth is my mission. 】

Fulgrim's mouth trembled, feeling the turbulence of the subspace, those spiritual energies with remarkable characteristics, ["Eternity"? This is not something your master would say. 】

[I am me,] Magnus waved his hand, and the parchment in front of him disappeared, [I am the Scarlet Sinner, the Scarlet King, I am Magnus. 】

Fulgan opened his mouth and smiled, there was no need to waste any more words.

Just as he looked away, boom! The door was reopened, and Malcador and Blood-Red Alpha walked out with unkind expressions. The viciousness on their bodies was exactly the same.

Malcador almost experienced a rain of blood. His white robe was soaked with blood. The old man wiped away the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth with his hand and limped towards the empty altar.

Blood Red Alpha wasn't much better. Fulgrim found that a section of his giant horn was broken, and hot blood flowed down.

The Red Alpha walked up to his altar and Omega glanced at him with a smile.

Malcador walked towards the altar. He passed by Magnus's altar. Magnus stared at the old man, his eyes full of calm, as if he were looking at an existence that had nothing to do with him.

[Good day, Malcador. 】

Magnus said suddenly, and Malcador, who was walking in a hurry, glanced at him with an even harsher look.

Malcador did not answer Magnus. Magnus shrugged, his figure reflected in the thousand-faced mirror behind him, broken and incomplete.

[Okay,] Magnu whispered, as if talking to himself. In fact, Fulgrim knew that this damn guy did it on purpose, deliberately letting all of them hear it.

[I also chose your favorite ink, Macado. 】

Malcador, who was immersed in painting the golden magic circle on the altar, sneered.

"I will personally thank you later."

The old man said hoarsely and gloomily.

No more, great! Continue to work hard tomorrow to move bricks