Warhammer 40k: Collector of Terra

Chapter 42 Fulgrim
The original body decisively withdrew the Emperor's Sword and narrowly blocked the vicious attack with the ice-blue blade filled with psychic energy.

The scepter inlaid with gold and precious jade drew a graceful arc and was nailed to the deck of the battleship.

"What a good skill!" An evil voice full of depravity came from the dark corner of the deck.

Under the gaze of the original body and the foundry general, Pope "Desius" slowly appeared with his usual gentle smile.

There is no doubt that the person who just attacked the original body from behind was the seemingly kind-hearted old man in rich clothes.

But the true state pope is just an ordinary person!And how could an ordinary person make the noble emperor's own son feel threatened?

"You are not the pope of the state religion!" The original face was full of solemnity, "Who are you?"

"Of course I am your dearest brother!" Along with "Desius"'s weird smile, an uncomfortable low noise suddenly sounded.

Thousands of Astartes emerge from the shadows!But they are not the Emperor's angels of death, but... the fallen betrayers of the [Third Legion].

After receiving the blessing of the "Prince of Pleasure", the once glorious "Emperor's Son" has long since degenerated into a "Noise Warrior" addicted to sensory stimulation.

The corruption from Slaanesh has caused many twisted mutations to appear on the traitor's body, and disgusting wriggling limbs can be found in every corner of the traitor's body!

They hold blasphemous instruments and forever play the depraved sounds that please the "Prince of Joy".

Now that the [Noise Warrior] has appeared here, the identity of "Desius" is ready to be revealed.

"You are Fulgrim!" A trace of anger flashed in the original body's pupils, "What an honor! It's worthy of a pervert like you to personally weave a conspiracy for me."

"No, no, no! This is not a conspiracy, I just slightly amplified their desires!"

A crack suddenly appeared on Decius's old face!A pair of purple claws protruded from the Pope's body in an extremely strange manner, and then truly descended into the physical universe.

The cold golden vertical pupils, the suffocating aroma of corruption, the elegant purple snake tail, and the cold scales engraved with fallen runes...

Demon Prince——Fulgrim! ! !
"Greetings to you, my dear brother!" Fulgrim bowed slightly to the original body like a medieval nobleman. "The great [Prince of Joy] is very pleased with your existence!"

"Instead of serving the decaying corpse emperor, why not join me in the Castle of Joy and enjoy this eternal carnival and bliss together."

"Only you, who is also the Primarch, are qualified to walk side by side with me!" The demon prince's words revealed extreme pride and arrogance.

This was also one of the reasons why Fulgrim fell.

"Walking with you?" The original body seemed to have heard some big joke, "Sorry! I have no interest in walking with a pervert like you!"

"I heard that Fabius Bayer once used [Pear of Pain] to make a hole in your excretory opening? How does it feel to have your own heir do such a strange thing?"

The original body wanted to use such ridicule to arouse the anger of the demon prince, but unexpectedly... this pervert would not accept this trick at all.

"There is such a thing!" Fulgrim made no attempt to hide it. "My brother, you should also experience that feeling! I promise, it is definitely a shocking and ultimate joy. "

Original body: "..."

Sure enough, chatting with such a pervert will only make the topic more and more perverted. "It's time to make a choice!" Fulgrim waved his elegant snake tail, "Embrace the great Prince of Joy, or... I will help you embrace the great Prince of Joy."

"Oh, I choose the third option!" The Emperor's Sword in the hands of the original body was once again overflowing with spiritual energy. "Your head will become the most precious trophy of the empire for thousands of years!"

"How dare you refuse the invitation of the Prince of Joy? Stupid guy! You are as stupid as Ferus was." Fulgrim's expression suddenly darkened.

The Daemon Prince has sensed the Primarch's determination!Therefore, he planned to use a more direct method to get his brother to fall into the arms of Slaanesh.

[Noise Warriors] filled with the aura of chaos came like a tide, and their depraved and blasphemous sounds echoed in this silent space.

[Intelligent Control Legion] and [Skitarii] temporarily stopped attacking, and the scarred Astartes and Imperial Guards dragged their tired bodies and regrouped to the side of the original body.

There were fewer than two hundred Astartes left alive at this time, but the fallen traitors were as endless as the tide.

This is not a fair war!

But for the sake of the great Emperor, the loyal Imperial warriors will fight against the Primarch until the last moment before death.

War is imminent!
The corrupted [Noise Warriors] chanted the names of the Daemon Prince and Slaanesh, and launched a ferocious offensive against the loyalists with instruments covered with dirty flesh and blood in their hands.

Every traitor who follows the Demon Prince is an elite member of the legion.

Thousands of years of indulgence and enjoyment have not weakened their combat power. With the blessing of Slaanesh, the [Noise Warriors] have already possessed combat power that far exceeds that of ordinary Astartes.

A traitor armed with a flesh guitar begins to play blasphemous music!

The [chaotic sound waves] that disturbed the mind greatly weakened the combat power of the loyalists, while at the same time providing greater pleasure to the noise warriors.

The number of loyalists is far inferior to that of betrayers!Under the interference of chaotic sound waves, the imperial soldiers were retreating steadily.

The noise warriors faithfully implemented the will of the Demon Prince!The traitors used ancient tactics from the Great Crusade and cut the battlefield into several parts in a tacit understanding.

Both the Custodes and the Astartes were driven from the Primarch's side by the betrayers!

The only one who can still stand in front of the original body at this moment is [Fallen Phoenix] Fulgrim.

"My dear brother! Now, no one can interfere with our duel!"

A delicate short blade appeared in the hands of the Demon Prince, and the suffocating power of chaos surged out from the short blade!
Fulgrim, Prince of Slaanesh, is the officially recognized king of the Primarch in single combat.

Ferrus Manus, the original body of the [Iron Hands], was beheaded by Fulgrim during the Horus Heresy!

Robert Guilliman, the original body of the [Ultramarines], was sent into the stasis field by Fulgrim with a short blade stained with poison.

The Demon Prince's achievements are indeed extremely impressive!But...that's where it ends.

(End of this chapter)