Chapter 23 23, Fulgrim

Duke's previous bloody massacre of the powerful class was like throwing a boomerang. After a few months, it would eventually fall on his head.

On Ophelia VII, the celebration ceremony of the return of the Primarch was in full swing.

This celebration will announce the return of the Primarch to many surrounding worlds, as well as the victory of expelling human traitors and chaotic forces.

A few weeks later, the magnificent triumphal road was paved.

Densely packed interstellar battleships, thousands of mechanical engines roared together, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers lined up in a solemn formation.

Nobles from many worlds came in an endless stream.

The Second Holy Land was even more spectacular, with thousands of people emptying the streets. Citizens of the Empire came out in droves and gathered at intersections and squares, looking forward to watching the ceremony.

Hundreds of millions gathered into an endless sea of ​​people, countless cheers gathered together, and a huge wave of praise for Duke.

The clergy of the state religion sang the hymn belonging to the Primarch.

Accompanied by the bishop of the state religion and the planetary councillors, Dukel stepped onto the viewing platform and reviewed the parade.

He showed the strength of the major interstellar legions to all the citizens of the empire present and gave the people confidence.

When the citizens of the empire discovered Dukel's arrival, the cheers of the whole audience reached the peak, as deafening as a tidal wave, and the whole world seemed to tremble and rejoice in the cheers of mankind.

"Your Highness Dukel, this belongs to you."

"Only the son of perfection deserves such a gift."

The planetary councillor raised his hands above his head, and an exquisite rapier appeared in front of Dukel.

This was the Chaos item he got from the warp.

"Is this your gift?" Dukel looked very happy and held the sword in his hand without hesitation.

But the next sentence of the Primarch made the planetary councillor sweat profusely.

"Are you right, Fulgrim?"

Dukel held the rapier in his hand and looked at the planetary councillor in front of him with a smile on his face.

The sweaty planetary councillor's smile gradually disappeared and became gloomy.

Why didn't the gift from Chaos corrode the Primarch?

This rapier was a gift carefully prepared for him by the gods of the Warp.

Holding this sword means holding many truths. The Primarch should be immersed in the pain of the truth at this moment.

He should be able to see what kind of despair humanity will face in the future.

In the countless futures representing the truth, every path of humanity has been filled with despair.

The most despairing thing is that the scenes shown in these futures are by no means illusions, but real!

Only the truth is the most despairing.

But the Primarch in front of him did not fall into madness and despair in front of the truth like many legendary wise men, and finally knelt at the knees of Chaos.

On the contrary, his eyes were not fluctuating, and even had a slight hint of teasing.

It seems that these desperate futures of humanity cannot shake his heart at all, but instead make him feel quite interesting?

"Are you surprised, Fulgrim? Brother, we haven't seen each other for ten thousand years. What have you become now?"

Duke's tone was steady, without any anger that should be heard. Instead, he asked as if he was chatting.

This made Fulgrim angry. Number Two's calmness made him feel like a funny clown at the moment.

Along with the hissing and buzzing sound, an indescribable evil descended here, and the flesh and blood of the planetary councilor began to twist and deform rapidly.

The sound was sharp, piercing and unclear.

The inhuman existence that appeared in front of everyone was enough to make the experienced space warriors shudder.

It was a scaly alien with twisted muscles and internal organs, like a disgusting thing with muscles.

He seemed to be in pain and pleasure, and made a sound that was not sure whether it was a cry or a groan of joy.

Duke looked at the ugly monster in front of him calmly.

A hissing sound like snake language faintly sounded in his mind, but it was instantly swallowed up by the surging power of the mind.

"Number Two, I never thought that you would be revived one day."

"You ask me what I have become? As you can see, I have sublimated. Now it's my turn to ask you, the perfect son, what have you become?"

The sharp but hard-to-conceal temptation blended together into a very special tone, flowing out of Fulgrim's voice.

"Me? I am still me. If there is any change, it is probably that I have found my treasure."

Duke looked down at his past brother. Although he was deformed, his tone was still like chatting.

It was like reminiscing about the past.

But the content of their chat was the most essential secret of the Primarch.

-This madman.

Fulgrim roared in his heart. At this moment, he had some new understanding of the mental state of the Primarch No. 2.

"Number Two, congratulations on your return to our ruthless father. Cherish this reunion, because you will leave again soon, and your future will only be destruction or sinking."

"Puff~"

Hearing Fulgrim's words, Duke laughed out loud, as if he couldn't help it.

"What are you laughing at?"

Fulgrim was furious again. He wanted to provoke the other party, but he only got ridicule from the other party.

This made him feel bad, as if he was back to the days when he was a clown in the Primarch.

After Duker laughed, he didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

The bright eyes made him feel creepy.

Those eyes seemed to always contain an inextinguishable fighting spirit, which overlapped with the memory in Fulgrim's heart. Although he didn't want to admit it, at this moment he felt his own fragility and fear again.

"In your eyes, our father is unkind, but do you know what kind of wealth he left for each Primarch? And you, my brother, you used this wealth that was enough to move the gods to exchange for manure, and now you are complacent in front of me."

"Brother, I don't want to mock you, but you are really... stinky now."

Duke's words pierced Fulgrim's heart like a cold knife, and the demon Primarch was furious again.

"What qualifications do you have to say that? You don't know what happened in these ten thousand years!"

"You are just an unlucky guy who lost control. You are a failure. Although you are powerful, you have flaws that cannot be ignored! You can be lost for ten thousand years under the fooling of the gods, and you can be lost forever!"

Fulgrim's words did not produce any effect.

Instead, his own emotions were obviously out of control, giving the invisible spiritual power an opportunity to affect his heart.

"I admit that I have missed too much in these ten thousand years of loss. My dear brother, why don't you tell me what has happened in these ten thousand years."

"What do you know now?"

Duker patted his shoulder affectionately with his palm, as intimate as ten thousand years ago. Although he just said that the other party was smelly, he still did not dislike the other party.

Behind the scenes, the spiritual energy was running at the highest efficiency, and in a way that the other party could not detect, it kept impacting the other party's heart like a tide.

"Ten thousand years ago"

Fulgrim was at a loss under the intimacy of the Primarch, and subconsciously wanted to answer the other party's question.

But suddenly he seemed to feel great pain and woke up instantly.

"I understand! Number Two, you are still so hypocritical after ten thousand years. Do you want me to tell you the secrets of the past?"

"Hahaha, I have seen through your despicable plan!"

"Tsk!" Looking at Fulgrim's proud look, Duker curled his lips and felt a little sorry in his heart.

If it weren't for the sudden power transmitted from the subspace, which interfered with the transmission of the spiritual power, the opponent's underwear would have burst into color. What is there to be proud of?

This stupid brother.