Chapter 55

"But, my children, why do I need to be forgiven by that corpse?"

Although Qingchun's current situation is extremely bad, under the stimulation of weakness and competitiveness, the demon primarch still tilted his head maliciously and uttered what he wanted to say when he was beaten by these descendants on the world of Isstvan III not long ago, and was very satisfied to see that the "Resurrected Emperor's Children", including the ancient sage Rilano, had fallen into a strange state of silence - this feeling of success made his soul jump wildly, and the Fallen Phoenix even wanted to sing a song - right! Isn't the place where he is a huge opera house? Although it has been abandoned, the abandoned building itself is also a special aesthetics - this time, place and people are all there, shouldn't he...?

However, before Fugen outlined the repertoire he should perform and what song he should sing as the opening song of his performance to praise his glorious "victory" this time - the Fallen Phoenix felt a strong wind blowing in his face, and a kind of... pain that bloomed on him for the third time.

5. The Candidate of the Ancient Sages - Fierce Battle

The Eye of Terror.

This is the most lawless place in the galaxy, the place where reality and the Supreme Heaven are most deeply entangled, densely covered with distortions that violate the laws of physics, and everything here dances with the grand will in the vast ocean.

And, this is the last resting place for those traitors who have abandoned their race and glory, whose souls and bodies have rotted.

"Ah...Enkari, what brings you here? We... um... obviously didn't summon you to our party..."

On Harmony, although it was built in the mortal world, it was full of "art" and "pleasure" things that even some demons in Paradise praised. The nominal leader of the Fallen Third Legion in the real world, Eidolon the Soul Breaker, was drunk and lying on a chair that Enkari thought was very thoughtful. He drank a potion that only needed one drop to pollute the water supply system of a small hive, and carved a work of art with shaking hands and several fallen Emperor's children who were drunk like him - well, from the screams that kept echoing in this hall, it can be easily judged that the things they tortured were probably alive.

"Your Primarch, my love, the eternal prince of debauchery, the great Prince of Slaanesh..."

Enkari used the soft voice unique to the immortals of the Slaanesh faction, and eloquently announced a large number of corrupt titles belonging to Fulgrim, just like announcing the names of dishes, and finally made most of the Emperor's children in this hall who were drunk and dreaming interested in listening to him. Then this Slaanesh demon said the key to the matter-

"Fell into the despicable trap outlined by your brothers who are unwilling to embark on the path of perfection."

"...Enkari, do you have any great food or Drink it? Can you give me some? I can exchange it with the slaves I hunted recently. If it's not enough, I can increase the price. By the way, if it's a new way to play, you can also teach me, and I will pay you. "

Understanding the meaning of Enkari's last words, Eidolon was stunned for a second, and then stood up immediately, shouting for his servants to drag a pile of messy things into the hall. At the same time, he widened his mutated and twisted eyes, and cast his blasphemous desire undisguisedly to the visiting Slaanesh Demon Prince - those brothers who were unwilling to embark on the path of perfection? Weren't they burned to ashes by orbital bombardment on Isstvan III? How could they set a trap for the Father of Genes and even force Enkari to leave the realm of Slaanesh to ask for help? Therefore, there is only one conclusion! That is, Enkari drank too much, or played too much with his own Father of Genes!

"........Is it true?"

Looking at Eidolon who looked at him eagerly, Enkari felt that thousands of screams surged in his soul, but he didn't know how to vent these screams - fortunately, after a second of incredible silence for the messengers of Slaanesh, Eidolon realized the truth of the matter.

"Hehehe - hehehe - hahahahahahahaha!!!!"

The ancient memories poured into the mind of the captain of the Emperor's Children, whose soul and body had been shattered. Eidolon, who had passively learned a lot of taboo knowledge due to living in the Eye of Terror for a long time, understood the cause and effect of his former comrades' return - supported by some inexplicable emotions, the Soul Breaker laughed wildly, and the sharp sound waves tore the air, destroyed the "artworks" hanging around, and deprived the lives of the weak - even Enkari took a big step back because of this shrill laughter.

"Interesting! Interesting! I'm sure our Gene Father must be enjoying this! So, he sent you to find us! He wants this drama to be more beautiful, more grand, and more legendary!"

"No, this is the will of the Dark Prince."

"Ka??"

Eidolon's laughter seemed to be paused, and the rest was paused.

All the sounds were swallowed back into his stomach - the next moment, the face of this fallen Astartes was suddenly filled with ecstasy, fear, excitement, sadness and other messy emotions, and his hands and legs were shaking violently - if you observe his existence carefully enough at this moment, you can even see a suspicious shadow on the hem of Eidolon.

"So... the Lord of Debauchery will guide our way?"

"That's right - your Primarch wants you to show your perfection to those who have lost their way, and the Lord of Debauchery generously agreed to this request."

In the enchanting chuckle, Enkari's figure dissipated in a cloud of lavender smoke with a strong incense aroma, and Eidolon took a deep breath of the smell of his gene father's favorite Slaanesh creation, and immediately frantically sucked all the liquids at hand - whether they were drinkable or not - into his mouth!

"Sons of the Phoenix! Gather! We are going to present a perfect drama for the Prince of Darkness with our Primarch!!"

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The gunfire was dense, like urgent drumbeats.

The sword light flickered, just like the lights on the stage.

The aroma, so rich that ordinary Astartes could hardly resist its temptation, continued to rise from the gaps between the scales. The fallen phoenix danced in the sand and dust. The sword flowers waving with four hands were artistic patterns far beyond the imagination of mortals. The beautiful and pleasant singing kept flowing from the throat of the Lord of Chemos. The snake's tail swung, resisting the swords and shadows of the Emperor's Children with the most elegant posture. The psychic energy surged, and the supernatural temptation kept flowing on the battlefield.

"Look at you! You have clearly entered the real world! But you are still obsessed with the flawed appearance of mortals - abandon the corpses on the throne that bound you! Follow the Lord of Pleasure! You can all get what you want!"

Although at the first moment of the re-opening of the war, because he was caught up in talking to himself, he was hit hard in the face by Rilano's fist again, and his whole body was washed by a wave of explosive bombs, but his mentality was no longer as chaotic as before on the world of Isstvan III. He can now control his sword moves without pressure, slide his body, and shake His own psychic energy made the Emperor's Children who continued to attack him fall into his attack rhythm in reverse - occasionally, the Emperor's Children who were best at swordsmanship - such as Solomon - could disrupt his rhythm and leave a scar on his jewel-covered body - every time at this time, the Fallen Phoenix would excitedly pour all its offensive pressure on this heir, forcing him to choose between two options - either give up the subsequent attack and retreat outside the battle circle in shame, or follow the guidance of his sword and singing, and let a more "perfect" sword edge fall on his snake body!

"We have got what we want - now what we want to do is to let his anger burn on you."

The power sword in Tarvitz's hand flashed, and collided with the lightning-fast silver blade of his fallen father, splashing large sparks - beside him, Solomon was fighting with Fulgrim's other hand - as the Fallen Phoenix got more and more into the state, the Emperor's Children found that their battle became more and more difficult.

"Is this what you want? Standing in front of me again, boasting that you will judge me in the name of the false emperor - what is the result? You all know it now! His power is not comparable to true perfection!"

Fulgrim, mocking his offspring loudly, unleashed a series of impenetrable combos, involving the Emperor's children who tried to attack him, disrupting their sword moves. Then, the fallen primarch concentrated his psychic energy and swung out a gorgeous storm of blades, forcibly rolling away several swordsmen around him, and beautifully deflecting all the long-range weapons that bombarded him - when the Lord of Chemos finished his show, he was satisfied to see that those offspring who tried to fight him in close combat were forced out of the threat circle.

"On Istvaan III, it was really an accident that I was suppressed by you. How could you, who refused the opportunity of true sublimation, defeat me?"

Looking around at the children who were cautiously surrounding him with the standard tactics of the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim suddenly felt a little uninterested. He raised his weapon and collided his silver blade six times, causing six crisp sounds to echo in the void. The song lingered, and the ominous purple clouds began to spread above the sky. The curtain unfolded, and the power of Slaanesh began to pollute the world.

"Dear, is the prologue over?"

Behind the curtain, Enkari's soft and charming voice rolled slowly, and each child seemed to take out the soul of a mortal.

"Yes! The prologue is over. Now, it's time for me to tell these unrepentant children what kind of opportunity they refused!"

A purple thunder flashed across the sky with Fulgrim's high-pitched whistle, leaving a long crack. In the crack, the figures of several fallen warships of the Emperor's Children Legion gradually became clear...

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“Strange—strange—strange—strange————”

Like every moment in endless time, the Chaos God Tzeentch, who controls this bizarre and ever-changing realm, still sits on his throne, interpreting every leap of fate that occurs in reality and the warp with eternal patience and strange curiosity, extracting every trace of change from it—after just using his projection to visit the territory of Elysium, watching a good show with the Dark Prince, and then arranging Magnus to "cooperate" with their new brother to produce more changes, Tampering Heaven can't wait to interpret the sequel of this drama—but what makes the Raven God "happy" is that no matter how hard it tries, the answers it interprets are specious. The unknown fog entangles the direction of this battle and hides Fulgrim's fate. Even if Tzeentch personally touches it many times, the fog still does not dissipate—even, there is a tendency to expand!

"Cycle - Change - Glory - Pursuit... Hehehe - Is it the Great Game? No! That place is not the vast ocean! It is not a good place for games! But why does the power operate without obstacles there? Wait, is the absence of obstacles itself a kind of obstacle? Or is He using His 'asymmetry' to lure? I am really curious! Ahahahaha!"

The strange laughter of the Lord of Change shook the Crystal Labyrinth, madly destroying and reorganizing every blade of grass and tree in this changing world - the joy of the evil god even briefly crossed the curtain and passed to the souls of some beings in the real world - the psychic sparks crackled, igniting a series of changes in the real universe, and the believers of Tzeentch who heard the laughter were ecstatic, thinking that they had received the will of the God.

"Hurry! Hurry! I can't wait!"

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"......Okay, huh - thank you."

On top of the Queen of Glory, Lich Zhang wiped the sweat from his forehead while thanking the other Hammers. Behind him were several military boxes - before, after returning to reality and finding out what Big E was thinking, he felt that the number of HH Emperor's Son chess pieces he had on hand was a bit insufficient to support Big E's plan, so he immediately started to build up his connections, spending about a week using the "borrowing" method to increase the number of chess pieces under his command. The amount swelled to an astonishing value - for this, he had to drag Liang Feifan, who was relatively idle recently, to help him as a military box carrier...

"You're welcome, you're welcome, it's only right to help each other - but Big E's move was really a bit stupid, directly using the point that at first glance there was no difference between our chess piece Advent Body and his True Curse Binding to set a trap for Fugen - poor silly snake, from his tone, he really thought that Istvan III was beaten like that because of his own mistakes!"

Liang Feifan waved his hand to indicate that it was nothing, and at the same time commented on Big E's operation in a subtle tone.

"So, I will immediately give this fallen creature who has already fallen into the pit without knowing it a huge extra surprise - by the way, according to the chess piece descending rules of Big Brother E, in the absence of special circumstances, the special character will not be the original body, but will produce a "reference" with the power and fighting style of the character he is targeting?"

"Yes, you wouldn't want to?"

"That's right."

Lich Zhang picked up two Dreadnoughts, both of which were painted with the ancient sage Rilano. Looking at Fugen who was fighting hard with the real Cursed Ancient Sage on the screen, a glimmer of "cruel" flashed in his eyes.

VI. Ancient Sage Candidate - Reckoning

A grotesque face with great horror that mortals can't imagine.

Completely alienated arms and surreal augmentations.

Those ornaments on his body that have nothing but luxury.

Holding various weapons on their shoulders, they all exuded a decadent and crazy atmosphere, especially the large number of things that looked more like speakers than weapons, which made these Emperor's children look more like clowns from a circus than warriors - and they were extremely inferior ones!

"My Primarch... What on earth have you turned our former brothers into? Can they still be called Emperor's children in this state?"

When the Emperor's Children, led by Eidolon, whose appearance had completely lost their human appearance and whose outlines could only emerge in the deepest nightmares of mortals, landed around the battlefield like meteors in various aircrafts, and then gathered crookedly behind their gene father, ignoring the battlefield and starting to do all kinds of blasphemous and obscene behaviors on the spot. Because the sacrifice time was before Istvaan III, Vespasian, who had not witnessed how twisted, corrupt and degenerate the Emperor's Children Legion was after falling into the way of Slaanesh, could not help but clench his weapons tightly, and there was a slight tremor in his voice.

"Ah, it seems that in order to make you understand more clearly, it is a good idea to introduce to you the benefits of the path you should have chosen during the intermission..."

Using his super-real senses, he easily analyzed the emotional changes in Vespasian's voice. Fulgrim felt that he might have another chance to convince his descendants. He flicked his tail and pierced the chest of a noise warrior who was happily making "pre-war preparations", pulled him to his left hand, and injected venom into the victim's body at lightning speed. After confirming that the guy he had chosen had fallen into a state of excitement, Fulgrim did not hesitate to pick up his knife and dissected the warrior bit by bit, while carefully explaining the function of each of his organs -

"How can you call them things? They are not things, but perfect creations! - Look! How shiny his eyes are! This allows them to better capture all kinds of colors! The reason why his ears are like this! Is to capture the vibration of every sound wave! His hands......"

However, before Fulgrim proudly introduced the functions of the "perfect" organs of the noise warrior in his hand, a ball of blue-white energy wrapped in golden electric light came whistling, accurately burning the fallen son of the emperor who was enjoying the pleasure of being "decomposed" by his own original body into ashes - if Fulgrim had not moved quickly enough, the hand he held with the warrior would probably have been burned to slag by the ancient sage's lightning strike.

"Regret."

Knowing that this meant that his descendants who had chosen to betray him back then once again chose to stand beside the rotten corpse, Fulgrim shook his face, which had not yet fully recovered, raised the blade of his sword, and pointed forward lightly-

"Shh-ha-yeah-!!!"

As Fulgrim's order was issued, the fallen Emperor's children screamed in joy. The demonic primarch of Slaanesh led the corrupted remnants of the Third Legion and charged at the past heroes of the Legion. Deep purple smoke spread with their footsteps, and distorted songs echoed in the sky-the Lord of Pleasure was watching this war eagerly, and the master of Elysium was eager to win this great game-although, the scale of this game was really, really small...

Then, the fallen creatures, including Fulgrim, saw a huge eagle flag with golden flames swirling around it, which made the pupils of these Slaanesh things feel stinging just by looking at it. It suddenly unfolded behind these heroes and burned the smoke of Slaanesh that drifted past. The battle cry that had been buried in history for thousands of years and filled with the glory of the Third Legion suppressed the decadent singing.

"Emperor's Son! Kill the enemy of my father!!!"

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Eidolon felt that he must have overdosed himself - although after becoming this honor, he was always overdoing it or playing big.

As a Space Marine with a considerable status in the Third Legion during the Great Crusade, Eidolon's various ability indicators were not top-notch, but as the most experienced lord commander, he had already been familiar with the tricks of those capable people in the Emperor's Son - although after so many years of drunkenness and dreaming, the Soul Breaker had already sunk those glorious figures of the year into the depths of his indulgent soul, but he had not forgotten them.

"Who are you? What are you? Why do you know Solomon's sword moves!"

Faced with the fierce sword attack of the man in front of him, Eidolon, who had no power to fight back, used the chaotic parrying that was so disorganized that even swordsmanship beginners couldn't bear to watch to try to keep himself from being taken away by the next move, while using his already mutated voice to continuously integrate words into destructive sound waves to interfere with the opponent's actions - about a minute ago, the Soul Breaker was still using such sound waves to slaughter those "fellow brothers" who were the sons of the emperor in terms of momentum and tactics, but strangely did not respond to any stimulation, and tasted it with dissatisfaction. Now, he has fallen to using this power to save his life!

"......"

His opponent did not answer, but slashed at Eidolon's left wrist with a backhanded sword. This sword was so fast, accurate and ruthless that even if Eidolon tried his best, he could not stop the golden flaming sword in his opponent's hand from falling on him. In an instant, the pain that could not be described in words and without any pleasure broke out from Eidolon's wound, quickly sweeping his entire soul.

"Gua————————!!!"

Although the wound did not look very serious, and even gave the impression that a mortal with certain endurance training could easily bear it, Eidolon did not think so at all. He was completely lost after being wounded by the sword, and the sound in his throat became messy. The Soul Breaker felt that his soul was being torn apart, and something unknown was constantly going deep into it, taking root and burning in it. This pain was so extreme that Eidolon temporarily lost all the power to resist, and could only cry out in fear like a weak and powerless woman.

"Eidolon!!!"

However, Eidolon's death did not come immediately. Before the sword drew a beautiful arc and fell on his body again, one of his guards - a warrior who had fought side by side with him since the Great Crusade era - blocked the sword with his body, and forcibly won a glimmer of life for Eidolon - when Eidolon tried to adapt to the burning feeling in his soul, the fallen Emperor's son who blocked the sword for him had only a little debris left burning in the golden flame.

".......Hey, Solomon, I enjoy having my head taken off by you.

"

With trembling hands, he grasped his sword again. Knowing that he had little time left, Eidolon, who could only try his best to maintain his fighting posture, pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying on his scarred and mutated face, and posed a signature sword move of the Emperor's son as a courtesy to the unknown existence in front of him, so as to make his mortal battle more ceremonial. However, to his surprise, his opponent did not return the greeting, but rekindled the flame of the sword in his hand and chopped him down!

"Ah——"

When the terrible burning sensation came over him, Eidolon almost thought that his head had left his body. However, after the feeling of dying faded, Eidolon found that he had been kicked a long distance away. Solomon, with black hair, was holding a sword and returning the greeting to him.

"Stand up, Eidolon."

"Ha... It's you, Solomon... You just pretended not to recognize me?"

Eidolon resisted the emptiness in his heart and struggled to get up from the ground. He was surprised that he did not completely collapse on the ground because of the emptiness. After falling twice, the Soul Breaker finally picked up his sword.

"You are looking for me, so I came."

Solomon said this and changed his posture, making an offensive gesture, with the sword pointing directly at Eidolon's neck. And Eidolon also tried his best to mobilize every bit of strength he could mobilize now, and took the best defensive posture he could - after the near-death experience where he thought his head had just fallen off, the burning sensation that he suppressed had begun to gnaw at his soul again, weakening his body and stripping away his strength, but the Soul Breaker strangely felt a kind of peace that he had not felt for thousands of years.

"Emperor's Son -"

Seeing that Eidolon had already set up his sword moves, Solomon did not say anything more, and whispered the first half of the Emperor's Son's battle cry. When hearing this battle cry that he had forgotten for thousands of years, for some reason, the Soul Breaker found a peaceful smile on his face.

"- Behead the enemy of my father."

Swords flashed, people crossed, flames rose, and heads fell. After Eidolon's headless body took two steps forward, it fell quietly, allowing the Emperor's flames to devour its head and body -

Finally, everything dissipated with the wind.

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The situation may have gotten out of control. He may have stepped into the trap set by the two warp masters. He should have realized this the moment Magnus took the initiative to reach out to him. Monthly fee (group 69493) 6135

Although he was still happily enjoying the joy of fighting, although he was still madly talking about the philosophical thoughts he had realized after indulging in the way of Slaanesh, although he could even feel that the great dark prince was always watching every inch of his skin, the areas in Fulgrim’s soul that still barely maintained the ability to think had begun to act crazy - now he was 100% sure that the rotten corpse on the throne had become, or at least part of it had become, a similar existence to the great dark prince. Now the meaning of the battle he experienced had surpassed the mortal world itself and was part of the great game!

The most likely evidence for this speculation is -

"Tavizz, don't you think about how suspicious the existence that is fighting alongside you is now? Don't you think that His actions are no different from the things He hated the most back then?"

Fulgrim swung his sword vigorously, forcing back four Emperor's Children swordsmen including Tarvitz who were trying to tear open the threat circle of his blade. He exhaled a bunch of Slaanesh fragrance gracefully, making the space around him more conducive to his battle. He shouted the name of his offspring in a rhythmic voice, trying to inject venomous thoughts into the heart of this loyalist. As the Primarch of the Third Legion, Fulgrim easily realized that the swordsmanship of the other three swordsmen who had just besieged him side by side with Tarvitz was simply cast from the same mold as Tarvitz. With the temper of the Emperor's Children, no matter who followed him or who betrayed him, it was impossible for him to turn himself into a perfect clone of another person. Therefore, there was an answer to this weird thing, and there could only be one answer - that is, Tarvitz was "copied"! "You are afraid."

After Tarvitz simply answered his gene father, he once again charged towards the fallen phoenix with the three Emperor's children beside him who had the same sword moves as him for some reason and whom he felt extremely trusted. The sword moves of the four swordsmen were so well coordinated that Fulgrim had to spend a little more effort to repel them.

"How could I be afraid of you? How could I be afraid of my offspring?"

Folgen, screaming to distinguish himself, coiled up his snake body, aimed slightly forward, and then bounced his snake tail towards Tarvitz like a spring, trying to get this unyielding offspring out of this battle. However, before Fulgrim's tail tip flew halfway, several shells and two plasmas exploded on his body, forcing him to interrupt the attack - the attack forged by the Emperor's power burned the Slaanesh ornaments on the body of the demon primarch, and even caused several burnt spots on its scales.

"No, Primarch, you are afraid. You are afraid of the one standing behind us. You are afraid of the reckoning he will bring to you--"

The Dreadnought of the Ancient Sage Rilano walked out of the smoke and dust. Beside him, there were two Dreadnoughts that looked almost the same as him. The golden flames linked them, making them like true angels of judgment from ancient myths.

"Are you ready? Traitor?"

VII. Candidate of the Ancient Sage-Exile

The Crystal Labyrinth is shaking.

The Library of Tzeentch is trembling.