Chapter 577 The Fake One

The news that the Ark was safe and sound did relax Eveleni's tense nerves a lot. Lin Fan could see that her brows were much relaxed. Taraxin still pestered Irafren, and took out all kinds of strange things from his pocket space in exchange for the video in her hand.

"Video~ Do you want it so much?" Irafren narrowed her eyes, holding a recording crystal in her hand, "Then you have to help us find something."

"Find something?" Taraxin stopped taking things out and answered, "Then I have to listen to what you are looking for first. If it is beyond my ability, I can't help."

"We are looking for a guy named Fugen. Every time I asked Chagatai Fugen who he was, he always shook his head and didn't want to say more."

"Fugen?" Taraxin and Lin Fan exclaimed at the same time, "Is that guy likely in the Ghoul Star Region?"

After that, the two looked at each other. Taraxin could read Lin Fan's various questions from his eyes, but Lin Fan couldn't see anything from Taraxin's cold electronic eyes.

Lin Fan dragged Tarasim to a remote corner, "She can't be referring to your collection of clones, right?"

"You know that? Then why do you..."

"Clones are clones after all, and can't be used as real ones." Lin Fan waved his hand, indicating that he was not interested in Fulgrim's clones. Those clones only inherited the genetic characteristics of the original body, and there was no subspace characteristic.

Hearing that Lin Fan had no interest in his collection, Tarasim also calmed down. He whispered to Lin Fan, "Maybe we can find it. The genes of the original body have a very special connection. There will be a mysterious attraction between the offspring and the original body. The original body should also be able to create this kind of connection between the original body. Do you want to try it first?"

Lin Fan thought about it and felt that he could ask Chagatai and Perturabo for their opinions, so he sent them a message. Ten minutes later, the two original bodies stood in front of Lin Fan.

Chagatai's face was ruddy and he looked very excited. Perturabo's expression always carried a sense of pride that a plan had been accomplished. Without asking how the two of them were connected, Lin Fan informed the two Primarchs that Trazyn could find Fulgrim.

"If it's true, that's great."

"But you two have to be patient first." Lin Fan reminded the two Primarchs and asked them to swear on the things they most recognized, and swear that they would never be angry.

Chagatai narrowed his eyes, he looked at Trazyn next to him, and stretched out his hand to swear to the Wind of Chogoris. Perturabo stretched out his hand to swear to Odemaier.

"Who is Odemaier?" Chagatai asked.

"It has nothing to do with you." Perturabo replied.

Trazyn shook his head and raised a layer of shield for himself. He didn't believe that the Primarch in front of him could remain calm in the next scene.

The rift was torn open by Trazyn, and a cylindrical jar was pulled out. Trazyn raised his hand to cancel the stasis field and opened the jar.

There is a sleeping beauty sealed in the jar. Although the details of the body show that this person is a man, the beauty he exudes is universal. Only beasts with insufficient brains to appreciate art would think that this person's appearance is ordinary.

His hair is as bright as if it has been plated with bright silver, and the muscle lines of his body are perfect. It does not make this person look slender and weak, nor does it make him look like a strong barbarian.

Chagatai's lips trembled, and Perturabo's eyes widened. They recognized at a glance that the person in front of them was Fulgrim.

"You damn alien!" Chagatai drew his sword out of control and slashed at Tarasim. Perturabo helped the person in the jar up, stretched out his arms to take out professional medical equipment, and quickly checked Fulgrim's physical condition.

Tarasim watched the knife slashing on his shield, creating ripples, and sighed, indicating that he knew it would be like this. "I'll leave everything here to you. I'll go out of the spotlight." After saying this to Lin Fan, Tarasim disappeared from Chagatai's sight through teleportation.

"We have to catch him! I'm going to grind him into powder to feed my horse!"

"Chagatai, calm down first. This is not the real Fugen. This is a clone." Lin Fan grabbed Chagatai's scimitar and told him not to chop violently.

"What? That damn alien dared to play with my brother's genes like this?"

"It wasn't him. It was Fugen's men who did it."

Perturabo was also very upset listening to the exchange between the two. He told Lin Fan and Chagatai to shut up and not interfere with his medical monitoring.

After an unknown amount of time, the medical instrument on Perturabo's arm beeped, and the clone Fugen lying in the tank woke up slowly. He exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his eyelids trembled slightly. Opening his eyes, he felt the light was a bit dazzling. He subconsciously raised his hand to dim the light, and the haziness in front of him gradually became clear.

"Fourth brother."

Foggin's first words almost made Perturabo throw him to the ground. Perturabo's face twitched more and more, and his muscles controlling his expression had tried their best to curb his anger.

"Foggin." Perturabo gritted his teeth and said, he forced himself not to strangle Fugen to death with his hands.

"Fourth brother!" Fuggin cried even more sadly. He lay down from the jar and hugged Perturabo's body tightly. Although his skin was left with wounds and bruises due to the sharpness and bulges of the armor, he still did not let his hug lose a bit of strength.

A sad sob came out of Fulgrim's throat, and a tear full of brotherly love fell on Perturabo's cold armor, adding some warmth and softness to it.

Perturabo was very embarrassed. He didn't know how to deal with this scene. His anger towards Fulgrim suddenly turned into hesitation and emotion. He pursed his lips and licked his lips with his tongue, "Ahem. Fulgrim."

Fulgrim, who was reminded, realized his loss of composure. He let go of Perturabo from his arms, put his hands on Perturabo's arm armor, and his eyes were like sparkling gems because of the presence of tears. Perturabo looked at the scars left by Fulgrim's strong hug, and sighed helplessly. He sprayed the potion on Fulgrim's body, making the wounds and bruises disappear quickly.

"I'm sorry, fourth brother."

"If you say the word fourth brother again, I will..." Perturabo wanted to slap Fugen, but seeing Fugen's sad and guilty look, he didn't hit him. He just snorted and turned his head away without looking at Fugen.

Fugen saw that Perturabo didn't want to look at him, and he laughed at himself, "That's right, I did such an excessive thing to you, how could you possibly forgive me."

Fugen's fall is very complicated, and it is difficult to explain it in a few words