Chapter 583 He Is Crazy
The violent power of chaos was completely aroused, and the demon suppressed in Fugen's emotions was completely released. The powerful force even made Finus unable to cope.
Fugen stabbed the blade into Finus' chest, his eyes red. Finus screamed, he felt his vitality was constantly fading away, he knelt on the ground, and the fire blade fell from his hand.
Looking at the seriously injured Finus, Fugen raised his weapon, his hands trembled, his lips turned pale, and his throat exhaled uneasy and rough breaths. He didn't want to kill Finus, he didn't want to see his good brother die in front of him.
At that moment, the picture in front of him became extremely clear. The battlefield around him was full of terrible artillery and rain of bullets, broken steel, ashes mixed with scorching soil stirred in the sky, turning into black raindrops that hit each warrior's armor heavily.
Everyone fell into madness, and traitors and loyalists killed each other. Horus stood high on the battlefield, and his guards were on the alert for the Iron Hands warriors who were coming to attack.
A shell landed behind Horus, illuminating the gloomy sky above his head. The black clouds composed of the dead and gun smoke outlined four indescribable outlines, and the trembling swept Fulgrim's body when the four outlines appeared.
"What have I done?" Fulgrim asked himself.
The next moment, the long sword in his hand was waving as if it were alive. He tried his best to stop it but failed to change the outcome. The stabbing sword quickly cut through the flesh and bones of Finus until a head rolled off the body.
The joy of the victor was washing Fulgrim's soul. At that moment, he did feel an unprecedented joy, but when he lowered his head and saw the cold corpse, he realized that the happiness he had gained was so false.
He fell into heavy sorrow. He knelt on the ground, holding the head of Finus. No matter how much the artillery roared in his ears, his brain was a blank of shock.
"I can help you forget him. Then you can be free."
A whisper came, and Fulgrim accepted the devil's advice in a daze. He locked his soul in the corner of his body, just like all people with deep depression and autism, and turned a deaf ear to the outside world.
Later, his soul was sealed in a painting. Lucius, who was completely destroyed by Lin Fan, discovered this and took other members of the Emperor's Children to try to save Fulgrim's soul.
Fulgrim, who regained his body, did not return to the arms of the Empire with his warriors. He may have gone crazy after the death of Fenus, or he became as indifferent as Perturabo, but no matter what he was thinking, he led the Emperor's Children to the bottom line of the corruption of Slaanesh.
He said to his confused offspring, "Everything is in a cycle of continuous accumulation and focus, whether it is the lowest organic creature or the highest emotional animal. Under the right conditions, everything will become more beautiful, more perfect, and more complex. If you accept that the universe is constantly developing towards the final, perfect and complex state, then everything that hinders this process is evil. Similarly, everything that promotes this process is good. I am constantly moving towards that perfect complexity, and you who hinder my ascension are evil. I am the only good person in this room."
When Lucius asked what the end of the cycle was, Fulgrim just said lightly, "Some people call it becoming a god, and some people call it nirvana."
In the future, Fulgrim led people into the Eye of Terror. He had long lost the desire to control the Legion, even though these children wanted to accompany their father.
He showed a freer and more unrestrained temperament than the Khan, experiencing all the new ways of playing in the subspace, and engaging in a twisted intercourse of narcissism and other-love with the demon of Slaanesh.
At the end of all the emptiness and torture, Fabius saw the pain of the Primarch, and he tried to clone Finus to ease the pain of the Primarch.
The cloned Finus made Fulgrim very excited, and he needed the recognition of his best friend.
"You are my brother, Finus. I am willing to share life and death with you, why don't you want to do something for me in return?"
"You are not my brother."
"I will always be your brother!"
Fulgrim killed the cloned Finus like a sickly girl, and he suffered the pain of killing his brother again. He wailed and coughed up blood, holding Finus's head and going crazy. He stared at Fabius, and the hatred in his eyes made the pharmacist tremble. In the end, he said word by word, "Continue. Clone."
The ending of each clone was the same. Fulgrim was happy to see his brother, then killed him in grief and despair, and finally frantically ordered Fabius to create the next one.
Fabius felt sad for the Primarch. He had always disagreed with Fulgrim's pursuit of perfection. He witnessed everything beside Fulgrim, watching the legion regain its life, watching the legion fall into the abyss, watching the legion fall apart, watching his own primarch turn from a monarch worthy of kneeling into an indescribable space eel.
He rejected the four gods of chaos, thinking that the four gods were just a tide that rose and fell with the rise and fall of the universe, and did not have the absolute independence that gods had.
Fabius was disgusted with all the chaos created by the Great Rebellion, but he was deeply grateful for the good scientific research environment created by the rebellion for him. He could finally show his strength and put any experiments that violated the moral bottom line on the table.
He hoped that humans could be better, and created a large number of modified creatures to explore this path. In his vision, the new humans were far stronger than the Astartes and could become the absolute main force to fight back against Chaos and Aliens.
But he did not forget his little craft, and cloned a Primarch from time to time for fun. Cloning a Primarch is not a simple matter. The number of failures is far more than the number of successes. Even when he succeeded, he could not understand why he succeeded. It was as if he had just hit the random data with a huge base.
The clone Fulgrim was born. Fabius's most successful work is exactly the same as the Primarch Fulgrim. But the problem is that it is exactly the same.
Fabius has made many Primarchs, Horus, Lorgar, and Angron. He tried to hand these Primarchs to their descendants to end the Legion War and unite the slag that was once broken into pieces.
Clone Fulgrim faced Fabius's vision and said that he would be different from the original body. He would not succumb to the imperfection of betraying his father and killing his brothers. This firm word spread throughout Fabius' body, and even made him feel uneasy to kneel down.
The Empire actually has such a thing as legal aliens. With a certificate and an identity brand, and an employer guaranteeing you, you can do things in a low-key manner in the Empire.