Chapter 476: Prince of Slaanesh, the demon Fulgrim! One sword breaks all laws!

After a while, the rest of the Primarchs were pulled into the Warp one by one by the God-Emperor for face-to-face talks.

He prepared different lines of speech for different Primarchs, and also expressed his thoughts and reflections on these Primarchs.

When all the Primarchs exited the Warp, they had different expressions.

Horus had a look of guilt and conviction, eager to make some contribution to the human empire here. Sanguinius had tears in his eyes, sad for the situation of the God-Emperor.

The suffering Angron was unusually silent. The excruciating pain seemed insignificant compared to the torment of soul and body endured by the God-Emperor.

The rebellious Mortarion was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say. Wasn’t everything the Emperor had done worth more than his own insignificant honor?

“Everyone, please continue to do what you are supposed to do. The Emperor needs to rest.”

The Sisters of Silence and the Guards ordered them to leave.

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The proud Slaanesh Demon Prince did not give up killing because of the two suns that appeared in the Warp. He sat on the throne in a large open-air square, laughing loudly and enjoying the “good scenery” in front of him.

The humans trapped in the illusion hugged each other and greedily touched each other’s bodies, completely unaware that their bodies had already mutated into monsters.

The slender and slippery tentacles blended together, and the human soul was gradually consumed by the intense stimulation of desire, while the filthy and uncovered body twisted and swayed like a snake.

Lust, pleasure, pain and stimulation make the humans on this planet unable to stop. Their souls are being sucked away by the demon Fulgrim and their bodies are being decayed into basic chemical substances.

Only devout followers of the God-Emperor survive in the holy temple, while the rest of humanity can only fall into painful chaos and struggle in the terrible purgatory.

After an unknown amount of time, the planet finally welcomed a new visitor. He was none other than Fulgrim, the Primarch of the Emperor’s Children Legion, a man who pursued perfection and elegance.

At this moment, Fulgrim walked steadily and came straight to the square. He came here specifically for the Prince of Slaanesh, Fulgrim.

The obscene and horrific scenes around him did not attract his attention. Instead, he looked up at the demon Fulgrim on the throne with a sharp gaze.

That guy can no longer be called a human being.

The twisted and flexible four arms and the enchanting and agile snake body made the demon Fulgrim look like the mythical snake demon Medusa. Fulgrim never expected that after his fall, he would become so ugly and disgusting.

“You look so horrible that you don’t deserve to be called perfect. It’s disgusting. I’ve even lost half of my interest in killing you.”

Fulgrim is an extreme perfectionist. Even when choosing his opponents, he has to pick ones that he likes and are worthy of his attack, otherwise he will not have any interest at all.

However, having said that, Fulgrim’s hands were not idle. He quickly rushed towards the demon Fulgrim on the throne and slashed him in the face.

Clang——!
As sparks flew from the swords, a sharp sound was also heard. The demon Fulgrim raised the sword of Slaanesh in his hand and blocked Fulgrim’s attack effortlessly.

The demon Fulgrim opened his ghostly pupils wide and looked at the Blade of the Hearthbreaker in Fulgrim’s hand with a little surprise. He clearly remembered that this weapon had been destroyed along with Ferrus.

Why did he suddenly appear again!
“It seems that you still remember this sword. Now I am here to take your life on behalf of the owner of this sword!”

Fulgrim stared at the demon Fulgrim. The Blade of the Hearthbreaker in his hand was a weapon he had forged together with the Primarch of the Iron Hands, Ferrus. It was a token of friendship between the two.

Among so many Primarchs, only Ferrus could be considered a true friend of Fulgrim.

But in the Warhammer 40K universe, the demon Fulgrim killed Ferrus and cut off his head as a sacrificial prop, and even the Furnacebreaker became scrap metal.

Past friendships, experiences and confused souls disappeared into the endless chaotic subspace, leaving only the demon Fulgrim who was willing to pay any price to pursue perfection.

“Haha, you are just a counterfeit created by the Corpse King. Although I don’t know what method that old man used to make you appear, but in my hands, your fate is to be remade.”

“No, not a reconstruction. Not even a hair will be left of you!”

Facing Fulgrim’s challenge, the evil demon Fulgrim laughed arrogantly. With the blessing of Slaanesh, his strength had already surpassed his former self.

Even if Fulgrim from that time had come, he would not be his opponent, not to mention that he had a divine weapon like the Sword of Slaanesh in his hand. Killing Fulgrim in front of him would be a piece of cake.

Seeing this, Fulgrim stopped talking and focused all his attention on the attack. Fulgrim, who had fallen into Slaanesh, was very powerful, so he had to be on high alert.

Pulling back the Blade of the Hearthbreaker, Fulgrim found another opportunity and chopped it off at the head of the demon Fulgrim.

He was specifically aiming for the opponent’s head. He wanted to make the opponent die the same way that Ferrus died at the hands of the demon Fulgrim!
A tick for a tick.

Clang! !

What surprised Fulgrim was that his attack this time was blocked by the opponent again. Although he did not use his full strength, judging from these two tentative attacks.

The strength of the demon Fugen in front of him was indeed impressive, at least much stronger than he had expected!

“You pathetic bastard, you have been bewitched by the evil god and turned into this ugly ghost. You are far from perfect. You are full of flaws and weaknesses.”

Seeing that he could not find a loophole in the frontal attack, Fulgrim simply used psychological tactics against the demon Fulgrim.

No one knows himself better than Fulgrim. He knows that his biggest weakness is his pursuit of perfection, a nearly pathological mental illness that will cause him to keep doing things over and over again if he is not satisfied.

The perfectionist will feel the pain and torture in the boring and repetitive process until it is impeccable. Until the moment of completion, he will get unprecedented pleasure and relief.

Tight muscles can make people feel extremely comfortable the moment they relax, and the same is true for psychological tension.

The devil Fulgrim has turned himself into what he is now. In fact, he is very satisfied with it. With stronger power and the ability to control people’s hearts, what qualifications do others have to say that he is not perfect enough?

Therefore, when Fulgrim insulted him for being full of flaws and defects, the demon Fulgrim could no longer bear it. He stabbed Fulgrim several times with the sword of Slaanesh in his hand and forced him back.

“You know nothing!”

The demon Fulgrim roared angrily: “I control the power of chaos, allowing all living beings to move towards perfection and freedom, and enjoy joy and a new order.”

“I am more powerful than before. Even Ferrus and Guilliman are no match for me. I am more powerful than before and can manipulate anyone’s senses at will.”

“That old immortal corpse king always uses that boring and cumbersome system of centralization to restrict our freedom and denounce the perfect order we pursue.” “I should also poke a bloody hole in his throat like I did to Guilliman!”

What the demon Fulgrim said was also the doubt that Fulgrim once had, but after experiencing so many things, he had already had a new view on his perfectionism.

At least he won’t be as extreme as the devil Fulgrim.

“You killed Ferrus, and for that alone, I will cut off your head and sacrifice it to him today!”

Fulgrim raised the flaming long blade in his hand again. The Forgebreaker, which should have been shattered, was particularly dazzling in the eyes of the demon Fulgrim, making him feel ashamed and angry.

In fact, he didn’t really want to kill Ferrus at first, but the Sword of Slaanesh controlled his mind, and he couldn’t achieve the “perfection” he wanted without killing Ferrus.

“I used to admire Ferrus’ strength and discipline, but I wanted him to be more perfect, but he didn’t appreciate it. There was nothing I could do…”

The emotions in the demon Fulgrim’s eyes became more and more crazy. The more memories of the past flashed back to him, the more his power began to swell. The pleasure he felt when he cut off Ferrus’ head that year was already echoing in his mind.

“Yes! That’s it! It feels so good!”

The demon Fulgrim quickly twisted his flexible body, and his ghostly snake body made him move extremely fast. The sword of Slaanesh in his hand exuded an ominous aura.

This time, the attack directly forced Fulgrim back dozens of meters by the demon Fulgrim, and Fulgrim finally felt the chill coming from his neck.

Just now, his neck was almost cut off by the sword of the demon Fulgrim. This fallen demon primarch was indeed stronger than him!

“What a good fake! How on earth did the Corpse King create something like you? I really want to cut open your head and see what’s inside.”

The demon Fulgrim held the Sword of Slaanesh tightly in his hand. His tall figure dominated Fulgrim’s sight. The strange and evil feeling of oppression made Fulgrim feel a little breathless.

However, Fulgrim was not intimidated by this. He followed suit, tightly gripping the Hearthbreaker’s Blade in his hand and making similar movements.

“This sword was forged by Ferrus Manus and me. You destroyed it, but I keep it because I know it is better than the one you hold.”

“Next, I will use this sword to make you see clearly that you are just a clown controlled by the sword of Slaanesh. The perfection you pursue is nothing but a puppet show of Slaanesh.”

“Look at your ugly snake-like body. You are nothing like me, you ugly bastard!”

Fulgrim’s word “ugly” really broke the demon Fulgrim’s defense. He was not a fool and he knew that his appearance after his fall was not good-looking.

He was once noble and confident, and could be considered the most handsome and elegant of the Primarchs. Unlike the holy and upright Sanguinius, Fulgrim’s beauty was more like the feminine beauty of a woman.

As a perfectionist, he also suffers from severe appearance anxiety.

The three words “ugly” touched the devil Fugen’s reverse scale.

“I’ll peel off your skin and put it on my face–!”

The wind whistled past, and the demon Fulgrim and the sword of Slaanesh turned into purple-black afterimages and flew towards Fulgrim again. The two giant swords kept colliding in the air, creating dazzling sparks.

Being so enraged, the demon Fugen’s moves were indeed a lot more chaotic than before, but his strength suddenly increased several times.

Every time the swords clashed, Fulgrim felt his arms go numb, and it wasn’t long before he was suppressed by his opponent.

In addition to the gap in strength, another important reason is that the demon Fulgrim can cast an illusion spell. Every time Fulgrim wants to fight back, illusions always appear involuntarily in his mind.

This made it almost impossible for him to launch any effective counterattack.

“Fake, you are no match for me. I am just in a good mood today and am playing with you. If it were any other time, I would have killed you long ago!”

The demon Fulgrim was suppressing Fulgrim with his sword. The distance between them was only a few dozen centimeters. On their chests were tense arm muscles and squeaking sword blades.

He admired Fulgrim’s handsome face with a greedy look, and said narcissistically: “What a nice skin! I really want to cut your flesh into pieces and let me crawl into it.”

“How wonderful it would be…”

Fulgrim laughed loudly. “So you are also self-aware. But if I were you, I would kill myself first because I cannot stand having such an ugly face.”

“You know, you’re just like a toad covered in sores. I’m really afraid that the acid from the sores on your face will fall on me.”

These words immediately made the demon Fulgrim furious. He looked along the blade of the Sword of Sane and saw his own weird, evil face, which formed a sharp contrast with Fulgrim’s handsomeness.

He was completely crazy. Since he couldn’t get it, he would destroy everything completely!

The demon Fugen drew back his sword, found a new angle and slashed fiercely: “I’ll fucking kill you–!!”

In an instant, Fulgrim pressed the mechanism on the Blade of the Hearthbreaker, and a layer of white glowing substance covered the blade, as if the sword was enchanted.

These are the fragments left behind by the giant cosmic enterprise after it cut the Void Dragon into pieces.

Although it only weighs 0.2 grams, the enchanted weapon can not only become indestructible and easily cut through anything other than Star God matter, but can also effectively resist the spells of the Warp.

After all, the Void Dragon is a purely physical entity and will not be affected by any subspace at all.

Faced with the spell illusion cast by the demon Fulgrim, Fulgrim broke all the spells with one sword and slashed through all the confusion before his eyes. In order to kill the opponent as quickly as possible, the angry demon Fulgrim did not make any parry or block at all.

Through the previous attempts, he was completely sure that Fulgrim would not be his opponent.

This time, he must take the other person’s life!

However, unexpectedly, the Blade of the Hearthbreaker in Fulgrim’s hand seemed to be suddenly blessed with a mysterious power, causing the Sword of Slaanesh in his hand to vibrate uncontrollably.

It was like the fear of a sheep encountering a lion.

The demon Fulgrim wanted to parry with his sword, but the Sword of Slaanesh was desperately dodging, and the next second, the harsh clanging sound did not sound again.

The blade of the Hearthbreaker pierced Fulgrim’s throat, and smelly blood and evil demonic energy gushed out.

(End of this chapter)