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Without waiting for the thick smoke to completely dissipate, both the Sons of the Emperor and the human forces could clearly see the other "giant" who had blocked Daemon Primarch Fulgrim's furious attack.
Standing before Daemon Primarch Fulgrim was a towering figure clad in exquisitely crafted armor, his appearance like that of a god descending, making it impossible to look away.
The armor, forged from mithril, shimmered with a cold, radiant light, seemingly capable of withstanding any impact.
Every plate of the armor was intricately detailed, outlining his majestic and agile physique.
His curved blade was like a flowing golden flame, the fire burning along its edge intertwining with the surrounding flames, exuding an awe-inspiring pressure.
The blade's edge trembled slightly, as if ready to cleave through any obstacle in its path.
His long silver hair floated in the firelight, like moonlight reflecting off a clear lake, beautiful yet carrying an irresistible force.
The crimson cape, like wings of flame, fluttered in the wind, adding an otherworldly mystique.
Most importantly, his handsome face radiated an indescribable majesty and sanctity. His deep eyes seemed capable of piercing through all falsehood and corruption.
In this chaotic battlefield, his presence was like the last hope, embodying countless loyalties and faith.
His every movement seemed to shake the world, making the surrounding air tremble.
The Sons of the Emperor, their bodies long twisted by Chaos corruption, suddenly fell into a deep stupor.
Their eyes flashed with complex emotions—
Surprise, fear, awe, and an uncontrollable sense of guilt.
Their hearts seemed deeply shaken by some invisible force, and some even began to show unconscious reverence and submission.
Some Sons of the Emperor, whose human features were still discernible, even knelt on one knee in a gesture of respect, their movements slow but filled with profound admiration for this "giant."
They seemed to see the father who had long been blurred in their memories, now standing before them, radiating glory and majesty.
Deep within their hearts, the corruption and Chaos represented by Daemon Primarch Fulgrim could no longer touch the loyalty and reverence they had once buried.
Instead, this "giant," who remained noble and pure, was the figure their souls most longed to look up to.
This was the true son of the Emperor, the Primarch of the human forces in the main universe, with a "complete soul"—
Fulgrim.
His arrival marked the descent of hope and light, carrying endless faith and sacred radiance, completely dispelling the shadow of Chaos.
Fulgrim was like a brilliant star descending into endless darkness, shining with unparalleled brilliance, bringing a profound shock to the fallen Sons of the Emperor.
At this moment, the tide of the battle was decisively turned.
"Don't take your anger out on children."
Fulgrim spoke these words with clear displeasure, his flaming curved blade drawing a dazzling arc of fire in the air, directly pushing back Daemon Primarch Fulgrim, who was trying to close in.
His brows furrowed, a flicker of disgust and deep disappointment in his eyes, as he continued:
"Do you think killing Rylano, devouring and tormenting the innocent lives in this city, will restore your ridiculous dignity? You're nothing but a fallen monster."
"..."
As Fulgrim's words fell, Daemon Primarch Fulgrim (Daemon Fulgrim) twisted its massive serpentine body, slowly retreating.
It did not respond, its hollow eyes flickering with an indescribable emotion, its expression twisted with confusion and rage, as if questioning the path it had walked.
Daemon Fulgrim was not surprised by the sudden appearance of "Fulgrim" before it, nor was it shocked by Fulgrim's still flawless, seemingly unchanging image.
Instead, Daemon Fulgrim's confusion stemmed more from an intense unease within itself.
It had experienced countless acts of blasphemy, betrayal, and corruption, but throughout it all, it had never lost one thing—
The desire for ultimate pleasure.
Moreover, it knew that cloning technology was nothing new.
Daemon Fulgrim had cloned its brother, the Primarch of the Iron Hands, Ferrus Manus, countless times after personally beheading him.
But every time Ferrus Manus was "reborn," he would engage in fierce battles with it, forcing Daemon Fulgrim to kill him again and again, sinking deeper into corruption and madness.
It also knew that its legion's Apothecary, Fabius Bile, had once cloned a "loyal version" of itself, even nearly converting the majority of its ten-thousand-year veterans.
The root cause of Daemon Fulgrim's momentary stupor was not merely the memories of Ferrus Manus evoked by Fulgrim's "righteous" appearance, nor was it the awe at Fulgrim's formidable combat strength, capable of withstanding its furious strike.
What struck deeper was that, in the moment of their clash, Daemon Fulgrim's heart was suddenly flooded with memories of Fulgrim's childhood.
It was a world entirely different from its own—
A childhood with parents, a life filled with sibling squabbles and mutual support;
A complete, warm family life, brimming with innocence, care, and carefree joy.
These memories surged like a tidal wave, leaving Daemon Fulgrim profoundly shaken.
As an embodiment of Chaos, it had long forgotten the human emotions it once possessed, especially the emotional bonds it had abandoned, never looking back.
Yet, the Fulgrim before it possessed everything.
A warm childhood, the companionship of family, the support and rivalry of brothers.
This Fulgrim had not become a tool of Chaos, lonely and twisted; he still stood on the ideals of the past, bearing the expectations of countless people.
All of this filled Daemon Fulgrim with unprecedented jealousy and confusion.
Why did "he" have all this?
Why did "Fulgrim" in a different universe have such a drastically different fate?
It could not understand, could not accept, and this irreparable gap filled it with immense anger and pain.
Its eyes were filled with deep jealousy, a desperate longing for a simple, warm life, and a bitter resentment for its endless corruption.
"Everything about you is just a hypocritical mask, Fulgrim!"
Daemon Fulgrim erupted once more, its extreme anger making its voice hoarse and distorted, almost screaming in exhaustion.
Its eyes were blood-red, its entire body's power bursting forth in this moment, yet its heart remained hollow and shattered.
"You still want to mingle with these humans, while I, the true Fulgrim, have transcended all constraints and stand at a higher place!"
Daemon Fulgrim's voice was filled with a tearing rage, as if its rationality had completely collapsed at this moment, or as if it was lamenting the chains it could not break within its heart:
"The father in your heart, that False Emperor, he died long ago in corruption, leaving behind only a shell and an illusion! Everything is a lie!"
Every word was like an outburst of resentment, making the surrounding air feel oppressive.
"That False Emperor created a deceitful illusion, letting you experience the joy and warmth of childhood so he could better use you and your brothers as his tools!"
Daemon Fulgrim's voice was low and sharp, its eyes flashing with a hint of madness. Every word it spoke carried a deep disdain and hatred for the past.
It seemed to be vehemently refuting its own choices, denying everything it had once been, trying to make Fulgrim feel the same emptiness and corruption.
"The ideal human nation never existed!" Daemon Fulgrim suddenly raised its head, howling at the sky, its voice filled with mockery and madness:
"Trying to fulfill that False Emperor's wish is a pipe dream! What are you still holding onto? What are you chasing after? Don't you understand it's all a destined illusion? You're just a pawn of the False Emperor, forever unable to break free from that unbreakable fate!"
Its words carried a despair that seemed to come from the abyss, as if questioning Fulgrim.
Every sentence was a complete destruction of everything Fulgrim had pursued.
Daemon Fulgrim no longer hid the twisted hatred and resentment in its heart. It wanted Fulgrim to understand that both the Emperor and his own past had long been devoured by falsehood and corruption, never to be reclaimed.
Yet, Fulgrim was not shaken by Daemon Fulgrim's rage and mockery. His expression remained cold and resolute, as if his heart was unperturbed by everything before him.
Faced with Daemon Fulgrim's vehement words, Fulgrim chose not to respond. To him, it was nothing but empty noise—
After all, arguing was futile.
Everything Daemon Fulgrim said was merely venting the emptiness and pain deep within its heart.
Then, Fulgrim simply shook his head and chuckled, retorting:
"Everything you say is your own delusion. What you don't understand is the truth that Chaos has extinguished, concealed, and can never surpass!"
Before the words had fully left his mouth, Fulgrim swung his flaming curved blade without hesitation. The blazing golden flame streaked across the night sky like a meteor, its light instantly devouring the surrounding darkness.
Following closely, Fulgrim charged at Daemon Fulgrim with astonishing speed.
Seeing this, Daemon Fulgrim's four arms swung wildly, its twin swords gleaming with a sinister light, meeting Fulgrim, who was much smaller in size.
Clang—!
Clash—!
The ear-piercing sound of metal grinding against metal seemed to shake the heavens and earth.
Boom—! Crash—!!
Space itself began to tremble violently under the immense impact, as two forces beyond comprehension clashed, creating terrifying shockwaves that tore through everything around them.
A massive shockwave swept through, sending debris flying through the air, and even the clouds in the sky were torn apart by the intensity of the battle.
This was a clash of "demigods," their power transcending the understanding of ordinary life, each strike capable of shaking the world.
Neither the Emperor's Sons nor the human forces could clearly discern the trajectories or movements of their respective "fathers." They could only vaguely perceive two intertwined blurs of pink-purple and golden light, stirring endless shock.
At this stage, New Argo was effectively put on pause due to the intense battle between the two Primarchs.
The Chaos creatures, sensing the dire situation, almost simultaneously made a decision.
As if guided by some invisible force, they turned and fled toward the "pillar of light" connecting the material universe and the Warp.
The Chaos creatures realized that if they did not escape in time, they might be completely consumed by the aftermath of this battle, rather than being banished back to the Warp as usual.
At the same time, Fulgrim's arrival caused a massive upheaval among the Sons of the Emperor.
Even those who had long been lost to Chaos were shaken to their core at this moment.
Especially under Fulgrim's "radiance," their hearts seemed to be filled with a sense of belonging they had long lost, as if their wandering souls had finally found a path forward.
This was particularly true for the veteran Sons of the Emperor who had nearly been swayed by the "radiance" of the cloned Primarch, wanting to return to serve the Imperium of Man, and who had participated in the battles of Istvaan III and V.
At this moment, "they" seemed to have rediscovered their lost original purpose.
Immediately, these elite veterans with formidable combat prowess even began to turn on the surrounding daemonic creatures and heretics, determined to correct their past mistakes and return to the side of their father and the Emperor...
Return to the ideals and glory they once held.
However, there were also many Sons of the Emperor who had completely succumbed to Chaos, becoming slaves to pleasure, and were unaffected by Fulgrim's presence.
For these Sons of the Emperor, who no longer cared about battle or victory, Fulgrim's "righteousness" was nothing but a laughable facade, not even worth their time to acknowledge.
Thus, they chose not to waste any more energy fighting the human forces, nor did they want to witness their "pitiful father's" impotent rage. Instead, they too fled toward the Warp.
Moreover, those immersed in the pleasures and corruption of Chaos had long ceased to desire glory or dignity.
However, a group of "Sons of the Emperor" also took advantage of the chaos to enter the Warp.
In fact, the intense battle between Fulgrim and Daemon Fulgrim had attracted the attention of countless "eyes," including those lurking within the Warp.
This allowed a group of Alpha Legionnaires, equipped with the most advanced stealth technology of the Imperium and trained in specialized psychic techniques, to go unnoticed in the heart of New Argo.
They seized the opportunity, releasing psychic barriers and silently eliminating numerous isolated Sons of the Emperor.
Then, these Alpha Legionnaires disguised themselves, taking the place of the "unfortunate ones" they had killed, and infiltrated the Warp...
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