Facing Fulgrim's speech, Fabius did not speak, but stood quietly, seeming to be thinking or speculating.
So the fallen Primarch of the Third Legion continued to speak slowly:
"In these turbulent times, we must find joy in whatever circumstances come our way."
The shadow's slender nails made a crack in the air, and then an image of a person appeared, wearing a Terminator, holding a weird long weapon, and then split into a second image, wearing a simple armor and wearing a phoenix
A helmet in the shape of a man holding a flaming sword.
"See, how interesting it is. My brother who was destroyed by his ruthless father seems to have left a surprise for all of us. Originally, I was hoping to see how things would develop -"
As he spoke, the shadow's finger shook and turned into a sharp blade. Purple flames burned at the tip of the blade, and then cut off the two images.
"It's a pity that he is too greedy. He is not satisfied with taking the treasure from the hands of the Lord of Decay. Even though he enjoys love and pleasure, he is still not satisfied. I never realized that people can have such greedy desires. He also tried to get rid of
His most precious jewels, the souls of Ada, were snatched from the hands of the master of desire."
The corners of Fabius's mouth suddenly curved.
"The omnipotent God...why not just destroy him?"
"Ah, your sarcasm is meaningless, Spider, because you have never understood the meaning of God. Satirizing a being you have never known is like punching the air. What did you hit?"
"Of course, my lord, I made a mistake, but since I am the master of desire, shouldn't it be easy to control a man full of desire? Or...he has the great god Lian in him,
A power that no one can interfere with? Or maybe the dying lord on the throne still makes the so-called gods afraid?"
"Why make such guesses? It's not because he is so special that you came here in such a condescending manner, isn't it?"
"Yes, my Lord, I am interested in this power. It may...be the key to the new world."
"Then we have reached a consensus, Spider, go ahead and assist Eidolon. We need to teach the greedy thief a lesson and tell him that the satisfaction of his desires must be subject to the consent of the owner."
"Of course, my lord, but... I still have a small request."
Before Fabius finished speaking, the shadow turned into a clown wearing a mask with a strange smile.
"You're greedy too, Spider."
"This is not greed, my lord, I just want...her, my daughter, my most perfect work back. This is a request, more than once."
The clown shook his finger.
"Spider, you once rejected me, rejected my kindness three times, and rejected my gifts three times. You turned your back on me, the person who always protected you, but I still have hope. Do you know why?"
The clown's body leaned forward, stretched, stretched, and finally resembled a colorful snake, and the smiling mask seemed to have turned into a grinning snake head.
Fabius only half-closed his eyes and remained silent.
Suddenly, the clown stretched out his hand, and there was a purple balloon tied with a string in his hand.
Then he handed the balloon to Fabius, but Fabius just looked at him and did not take it. Fulgrim simply hung it on the shelf behind him.
"She once told me that regret is as much a part of desire as satisfaction."
After saying that, he stretched out his finger and popped the balloon, then disappeared laughing in a burst of purple smoke.
Fabius turned around and left. Although this meeting was not a pleasant one, he still showed no emotion, but his heart was full of mixed feelings. After a long period of silence, his mood became happy again, and he still felt happy.
With anticipation and excitement that has not been seen for a long time.
But now he is a little angry.
Meiluxin, he will definitely take it back, it belongs to him.
And he also wants to hold the secret of the so-called Immortal Army in his hands...
As Fabius left the palace, he clenched his fists and ignored the charming screams of the Slaanesh banshees——
In the end, what he wants to do and accomplish is to truly transcend the limits of creation and completely get rid of this mediocre legion and the so-called original body. Fabius is determined to show his true astonishing wisdom.
But before all plans can be launched, he still has a lot of preliminary work to complete.
And in a nameless world in the Milky Way, a battle has entered its most brutal stage. A huge battleship is suspended in orbit, trying to suppress the ground defenses with its powerful firepower. The gray surface of the planet has been bombarded.
A crack was visible to the naked eye, but it was not rolling lava, but a disturbing green color.
Lightning continued to rise from the ground, hitting the armor of the giant ship and creating large craters.
When the metal debris fell heavily to the ground, a high plume of fine dust was raised.
This world is so desolate that not even a single bacterium can be found in the lifeless sand. The thin atmosphere makes the ground temperature enough to freeze a mortal's body in a few seconds.
Among the gravel after the bombing, huge triangular black rocks are scattered out of the ground, looking like mountains.
The wild wolves that were hunting stretched their muscles, and the screams of collapse and tearing had disappeared. Among the huge piles of rubble scattered, some metal skeleton-like things were still making their final struggle. They had already lost their souls, and even lost consciousness.
The only comfort is the pleasure of tearing flesh and blood, and their hatred and pain for the living can only be relieved by spreading death.
Wearing gray iron armor and holding a long sword, Leman Russ, with long hair flying in the air, walked out of the collapsed pyramid and walked along the winding corridor to the battlements of the alien catacombs.
At this time, a strong wind blew, carrying countless amounts of sand. He didn't know whether this was the dust stirred up by the violence of the bombing, or whether it was part of the world's reaction to their invasion, but no matter what, this desolation and coldness made him
Reminds me of Fenris.
The wolves are well taken care of, and he is not needed yet. He has to do more important things for humans now.
The tall original body stood tall and walked into the dim green light. Twelve Wolf Guards wearing Terminators quickly followed his pace. Their fists wrapped in armor clenched heavy battle axes.
Their bodies are square and square, and they are not so much warriors as weapons themselves. Every thought they have is as sharp and fierce as the weapons in their hands.
Standing on the battlements hundreds of meters deep underground, looking towards the cracks created by the battleship bombardment, a wide black ramp rises from the mottled ground faults, shrouded in layers of gray dust, and eroded by the years.
, full of cracks, but still wide enough to accommodate ten Brutal Blades running in parallel.