Chapter 584: Collapse Therapy
What Fabius feared was not the desire to submit, but the pursuit of perfection that clone Fulgrim had in common with the original Fulgrim.
He thought he had created a leader, but he never thought that he had once again copied the monster who valued perfection more than the life of his offspring.
The clone Fulgrim was given life, shrouded in the shadow of a demigod, powerful and naive, lacking in spiritual tenacity, and more remembered in a mysterious way. Although the current clone Fulgrim did not show paranoia, it was only a matter of time before he would follow the old path of the original Fulgrim. Under this worry, Fabius felt sad. He watched the Emperor's children corrupted by Chaos kneel down to the clone Fulgrim again, and the resurrected phoenix would burn everything he had endured and struggled for. It would once again lead the loyal offspring to destruction and degeneration in the name of perfection.
That was how Fabius and Trazyn made a deal, exchanging the clone Fulgrim and these Emperor's children loyal to Fulgrim for the pure gene seed in Trazyn's hands.
After many twists and turns, these collections that have been in the stasis position of Talaxin for a long time are now standing in front of Lin Fan. Fulgrim accepted the loyalty of the Emperor's Children and comforted their crying and longing.
"So? What will you choose?" Lin Fan asked suddenly. He stood aside with his arms folded, staring at Fulgrim.
"Choose? What choice?" Fulgrim blinked, and there was confusion and speculation in his eyes when he looked at Lin Fan.
"I mean them, these Emperor's Children. They are corrupted, and the bloody and crazy things they have done are too numerous to mention. What will you choose?" Lin Fan said lightly, and Chagatai and Ivrene beside him rolled their eyes, indicating that Lin Fan, who was hanging out with Slaanesh, was not qualified to say so.
But Lin Fan just shouted at them and ordered them to shut up in an unquestionable tone.
Chagatai's eyes widened. He had never seen Lin Fan speak to him so disrespectfully. In his impression, Lin Fan's character has always been very gentle. He seemed to understand the deep meaning of Lin Fan's behavior, and he reacted quickly before Fugen noticed anything unusual. He snorted coldly, closed his eyes in disdain, and turned his body slightly to Lin Fan, holding the weapon in one hand so that he could cut Lin Fan as quickly as possible.
Iverene also understood, she shook her head, and pulled Irafren to run out the door quickly. What was going to happen next might not be suitable for them to hear.
Taraxin took a few steps back and disappeared from everyone's sight, but Lin Fan knew that Taraxin had definitely not moved. He should still be standing there leisurely recording, and looking forward to the quarrels and even fights between them.
The atmosphere in the room was oppressive and suffocating, and the three auras were dividing the remaining space in the room. The Emperor's Son stood in front of Fugen, and the noise weapons in their hands were aimed at Lin Fan. Although these weapons had not been activated, the muzzles on them, which looked like human faces, had begun to vibrate, and the deep malice and desire for indulgence were about to be spit out.
Lin Fan glared at the weapons that seemed like living things. The next moment, these weapons became as sluggish as frost-bitten eggplants. All the Emperor's children were shocked by this. They drew their sharp blades and daggers and prepared for battle.
"What do you mean?" Fugen's voice trembled a little. He clenched his fists tightly. His intelligence allowed him to vaguely guess what the mortal in front of him was going to say.
"You know." Lin Fan said meaningfully. He took a few steps closer and spoke in a more offensive tone, stimulating Fugen's spirit. "Remember your withered offspring? These offspring are similar. They have fallen into chaos and are difficult to be saved. Only a pure bomb can bring them peace."
Fugen's face turned pale all of a sudden. Although he tried his best to control his expression, the panic in his heart still showed.
He looked at Ekenex's face. To be honest, it was very ugly. The skin on his face was about to fall off. It was only hanging on nails and spikes. It was so empty that the wind could penetrate and blow. Most of the face is made up of bright red facial muscles, and large tendons are even carved and hollowed out, which is a proof of their fall into Slaanesh corruption.
Weapons in hand, armor on body. Those twisted things have smooth surfaces, with a layer of bloody light.
The souls of the victims are wailing, and these sounds are so clear in Fulgrim's ears. How many people have they killed? How many people has he killed himself? How much blood has accumulated in their hands in the Great Heresy, even today, ten thousand years later?
Who can count it? Fulgrim believes that he can't count this kind of massacre and torture.
He was suddenly weighed down by the weight of regret, which made it difficult for him to breathe, and his expression became more ugly and painful. His memories hidden deep in the dark suddenly spewed out with Lin Fan's words. It was not the scene of betraying his father and killing his brothers, but he left one piece of unspeakable corpse pit after another on the sacred land of Terra with the Emperor's Children.
"Hu. Hu. Hu." Fulgrim panted, his pupils dilated, and the room in front of him began to be replaced by the scene of the siege of Terra.
His communicator was whistling frantically. Perturabo was calling him to cooperate in attacking the gates of Terra.
In front of him was a sky full of artillery fire. Perturabo's Iron Warriors were destroying all defenses with unstoppable heavy firepower. The positions of the Solar Auxiliary Army were being eliminated, just like nails pulled out of a wooden board by a tool. With the push of the war machine, these nails were crushed to both sides, making Perturabo's path of revenge wider and clearer.
Behind him was a crying crowd, they were trembling, they were ragged, and they had the marks of slaves on their bodies. These people were tortured by him, and everyone was no longer in human form. They were like Barbie toys in the hands of the wildest and worst bear children, their bodies were disassembled into twisted shapes that pleased the body and mind and released evil thoughts.
"Father?" An Emperor's son stood beside Fulgrim. The captain asked Fulgrim for instructions, whether to cooperate with Perturabo's attack or do something else.
Fulgrim was terrified. He tried to escape the memory illusion in front of him, but his lips had already opened uncontrollably, and from his androgynous voice, an order that made the entire legion ecstatic was issued.
"What Perturabo? My little brother will only disturb our interests! Make us happy! Make us more perfect! Let these imperfect things serve us! Take them all away! We haven't enjoyed enough!"
It's annoying. Fulgrim has become almost like this thing after ascending to the devil