Chapter 582 Iron Hand and Phoenix
There is a saying in psychoanalysis that "when choosing a partner, the template of the object is a substitute for a self-model that we ourselves have not achieved." Fugen and Finus both saw the perfection they wanted to pursue in each other, so it is not difficult to understand the close relationship between the two.
Finus gave Fugen a golden sword, and Fugen gave Finus a heavy war hammer. Fugen praised the sharp blade made by Finus, saying that only the fire blade held by Nuada in Celtic mythology could be compared, while Finus praised the war hammer made by Fugen, saying that only Thor, the god of thunder, was qualified to wield it. The two smiled at each other in the business praise, and gave the weapons they made to each other as gifts to show their everlasting friendship.
However, Finus also had some opinions on Fugen's pursuit. He always felt that it was a bit of a fuss to build marble statues and various exquisite paintings in warships and fortresses. Fugen just smiled faintly and complained that Finus was like an evil snake-haired banshee, who only knew how to fight and kill.
Facing Fulgrim's teasing, Finus also responded with a powerful counterattack. He said, "I'm going to beat you here in front of everyone." Facing the straightforward and thorny threat, Fulgrim just smiled faintly. The friction between the two seemed harmless, just like the mockery between friends. Being too polite would make him look unfamiliar.
But Fulgrim is sensitive and narcissistic. His perfection cannot be insulted or blasphemed by anyone. Even if he himself does not show hostility, deep in his heart, at the bottom of the unconscious ocean of emotions, there is a flame of indignation that can burn everything.
In the broken and missing history books of the Empire, it is written that Fulgrim fell because of the temptation of Slaanesh. Those judges who have the right to browse the distant history will denounce the temptation of demons and scold the threats of Chaos. They swear that they will be loyal to the Emperor and to be loyal to the great cause forever.
The birth of Slaanesh demons comes from the complex flow of emotions. The more sensitive and unconscious Fulgrim is, the more powerful and bewitching the Slaanesh demons he can create in his subconscious mind will be.
In the name of imperfection, he destroyed all the alien races of the Slaying Man, and in the name of perfection, he took up the Slaying Man Sword enshrined in the temple. From that moment on, the monsters shaped in his ocean of emotions were released along the Slaying Man Sword, piercing his deepest narcissistic flaws.
Later, Finus offended Fulgrim again. In his eyes, this was a friendly way for brothers to communicate, but in Fulgrim's eyes, who magnified his own emotions, he only heard Finus' insults and mockery of his art.
The flaws of his own character and the temptation of the demon of Slaanesh are indispensable. They form a rotating and falling circle, until Fulgrim was overwhelmed by the news of his offspring and went to the edge of depravity.
Fabius's research continued, but Fulgrim no longer had any patience to wait. Because the blight began to spread again, Fulgrim was deeply terrified by the imperfection of his offspring. He was afraid that the Empire would know all this, and he was afraid that other brothers would comment on him.
The multiple mental blows overwhelmed Fulgrim, and the news that Horus was preparing to rebel made him panic. He found Horus and loudly asked what his best friend was going to do?
I don’t know if it was Horus, or the demon living in the piercing sword, or even Fulgrim’s self-consciousness that was speaking. They were whispering and tempting. They told Fulgrim a perfect path, a path that was perfect enough to surpass the Emperor.
Fulgrim hesitated. He was always eager to become a perfect existence like the Emperor, even surpassing the Emperor. He approached Horus and listened to his brother’s words.
“Only when humans fully accept Chaos can they know true perfection.” The more Fulgrim believed in this, the more pale and fragile the Emperor’s plan seemed.
The Emperor tried everything, from persuasion to massacre, to ensure that no one in the new Empire knew about the existence of Chaos, and let humans ignorantly indulge in the beautiful lies of the Imperial Truth until he was ready, until he believed that humans were capable of withstanding the impact of Chaos, he would let the veil covering the truth fall.
He had good ideas and did it by any means. But this led to the new Empire knowing nothing about Chaos. Even the Thousand Sons who studied psychic energy only thought that the things in the warp were another form of aliens, not to mention the Emperor's Children, a legion that didn't know much about psychic research.
They danced wildly in the carnival of the music, and mortals and Astartes screamed in incomprehensible joy. The scene in front of him became more and more colorful. The corruption of Slaanesh came to the corner of reality through the whispers of the brain. Soon, an artistic exchange would fall into slaughter. None of them felt anything wrong. They didn't know that this was the pollution of Chaos. They only knew that they were happy now. Happy enough to forget all the sorrows.
The first batch of fallen noise warriors stood beside Fulgrim. Their image had changed greatly. Except for the color of the armor, there was no trace of the past glory and nobility.
Fulgrim was very satisfied with them because they held new musical instruments that he had never seen before. He was satisfied with the new creation of his offspring and thought that this was a manifestation of Chaos inspiring his perfect nature.
On the battlefield of the brotherly civil war, Fulgrim extended an olive branch to Finus. He longed for his brother to join his team and explore the ultimate perfection together.
"Perfect? Damn, you really make me feel sick, you dead traitor, only one of you and I can leave the battlefield alive."
Fernus's merciless abuse made Fulgrim furious. He could not tolerate that Fernus trampled on his understanding of perfection again and again. He rushed towards Fernus and smashed down with the hammer in his hand again and again.
Fernus resisted and mocked at the same time. If he was willing to have a good talk with Fulgrim and persuade Fulgrim to turn back with the friendship of brotherhood, then Fulgrim might really wake up in the brotherhood and realize how crazy and terrifying the perfection he pursued was.
It was a pity that Fernus did not do so. He was tenacious and mocked Fulgrim's unstable spirit with absolute anger. Fulgrim fought in a roar. The two men were on the verge of their limits and did not hold back. Every move was aimed at killing with one knife.
The furnace breaker and the flame blade, two weapons symbolizing friendship, collided in hatred. Fulgrim and Fernus were both injured. Fernus supported his body. He staggered to the injured Fulgrim. He looked at Fulgrim with compassion and stabbed the flame blade into Fulgrim's neck with tears. But Fugen somehow found the strength to pull out the sword that was inhabited by the devil.
Ancient Fugen