Chapter 38 Demonic Primarch
A few days after the end of the Macragge War, in the Hera Fortress, three Primarchs were planning the follow-up work.
Macragge needs to be rebuilt, the people of the Empire need to be appeased, and the Chaos onslaught of the world around Macragge has not yet ended, all of which still need to be resolved.
It was then that a mortal Archon proposed to Guilliman a victory parade on Macragge, and for word of the Primarch's return to be spread throughout the Imperium.
Considering the propaganda significance, Guilliman agreed.
"It did appear." Wang Ming thought as he looked at the flattering mortal consul in front of him. The plot was still as written in the book.
This mortal Archon who believed in the Evil God of Chaos really proposed to Guilliman.
Wang Ming patted the shoulder of the mortal Archon in front of him. The huge force of the Primarch pressed on the mortal Archon's shoulders, causing his entire upper body to fall straight down.
This is still the effect of Wang Ming's withdrawal of strength, otherwise this mortal consul would have been killed long ago, even if he had the blessing of the Chaos Evil God.
“It’s a good suggestion. The victory parade can stabilize people’s hearts at this time, and its propaganda significance is also great. After all, in this era of belief in the Emperor, nothing can be more powerful than the return of the Emperor’s son of God. Inspiring. ”
Wang Ming held down the Mortal Archon, with a bright smile on his face, affirming the Mortal Archon's proposal.
The mortal consul resisted the pressure on his upper body, raised his head and looked at Wang Ming with a forced smile.
"But, this proposal was actually proposed by the Chaos traitor." Wang Ming suddenly changed his attitude, and the power in his hand strengthened a bit, crushing the bones of the upper body of the mortal Archon, and directly killed the mortal The Archon fell to the ground.
At this time, the Gray Knight Grand Master, who had been hiding aside for a long time, also came out of the darkness. The moment his blessed armor touched the body of the mortal Archon, the mortal Archon was exposed. A body corrupted by chaos.
His body, twisted by the evil force of chaos, was displayed in front of everyone.
Looking at the twisted mortal Archon in front of him, Guilliman picked up the Emperor's Sword and was about to kill it, but at this moment, a very familiar voice suddenly came from the amulet on the monster.
"Finally we meet again. We have not seen each other for thousands of years, my dear brother Robert Guilliman."
This lazy voice Guilliman will never Forget that the owner of this voice was the culprit who seriously injured him thousands of years ago and made him sleep for thousands of years, Fulgrim, who had become the prince of demons. Fulgrim also heard the same voice as him, and he looked at the twisted monster in front of him angrily.
The "Flaming Blade" was drawn out, and Fulgrim walked towards the monster.
"Oh, isn't this myself? Is it the work of Fabius?" Seeing Fulgrim walking towards the twisted Archon, the demon Fulgrim immediately recognized the cloned original body.
"I am not you, you evil traitor!" Fulgrim said angrily to the demon primarch.
"That's true, after all, you are just a clone of me." Demon Fulgrim said indifferently, and the demon original body didn't care about this either.
"But in a sense we are the same. Don't stay in this disgusting human empire and enjoy endless joy with me." The demon primarch bewitched Fulgrim.
"I swear to kill you to atone for what you have done to the Human Empire!" Fulgrim said to the Daemon Primarch, and he was determined to atone for his sins with the death of this traitor.
Although the cloned Fulgrim did not do what the Daemon Primarch did, he possessed all the memories of the Daemon Primarch.
These memories made him feel extremely guilty towards the Human Empire and his father, and he vowed to prove his loyalty with the death of the Daemon Primarch.
"Cough cough cough..." At this tense moment, Wang Ming coughed a few times, causing everyone's attention to shift to him.
"Who are you?" The Daemon Primarch did not recognize this sudden appearance of the Primarch.
Wang Ming did not answer the demon primarch. He directly raised the golden giant sword and rushed to the side of the twisted monster.
A sword cut it in half, ending Fulgrim's bewitching voice.
The voice of the demon primarch was really too loud. The voice full of confusion and endless joy made Wang Ming feel his head hurt.
(End of this chapter)