Chapter 511 Shadow Crossing the Sky (End)
"What essence?" Fulgrim asked urgently, his heart beating violently, and the fire on the surface of the Silver Lake became weaker and weaker. The Sun Spears ate away at their power coldly.
“As a product of the subspace, your power will contribute to the stability of the Silent Realm and the sacrifice of our Lord’s rebirth at the crossroads.”
Constantine’s voice was low, and he did not hesitate to clarify the truth. Unlike the Emperor, he was unconcerned with how the truth would stir up emotions in his Primarch.
“As for your minds, fate will determine whether you find a lasting anchor.”
The iron thorns brought by Ferrus Manus still work hard to thwart him. This gave him just enough time to explain, otherwise Fulgrim doubted he would have struck without saying a word.
At the same time, the whispers in the darkness are also telling: "...no longer the commander of the Imperial Army...but a traitor...an accomplice of Perturabo's rebellion..."
Fu Grim lowered his head and looked into Ferus' mirror-like eyes. He saw his own confusion and Ferus' sad plea. There was a twinge in his heart.
“One party is lying, my brother!” Ferrus said sadly. If his incomplete essence still had arms, he might reach out to Fulgrim’s pale face, “Do you think Will a man as strong as the Emperor die one day? The Lord Commander of the Custodians is here to kill us, Fulgrim! No matter what the reason is! We should serve the Emperor and not live in lies. Kill."
Constantine didn't care about Ferus's emotional fluctuations, and his logic worked coldly: "You have been contaminated and the corrosion has been irreversible. It will be your death for my Lord. Your last allegiance." He paused for a moment and looked at Ferrus: "At least, Ferrus Manus is irredeemable. As for you, Fulgrim..."
Through the eyepiece of the golden armor, Constantine's eyes evaluated the purple phoenix he saw: "This is not something I can decide. Whether you can retain your power depends on my lord's final decision."
Fulgrim's breathing became rapid, and he subconsciously stepped up his protection of Ferus. He breathed soothingly: "Can this save us?"
"What is salvation?" Constantine said indifferently.
"Fulgrim?" Ferrus asked softly, struggling to speak, "You listened to a lie that slandered the throne?"
He could not understand why his brother, the man who had been with Fulgrim, who fought alongside him and swore to protect the glory of the Emperor to the death, was so wavering at this critical moment that he might even...may have intentionally stood on the wrong side.
"No," said Fulgrim, "the voice of the Throne is a lie. Constantine Valdor sees the truth, Perturabo sees the truth. If the Warmaster or one of the Custodians doubts the Throne, then all There is still something undecided, but they will not make mistakes at the same time."
"Fulgrim..." Ferus' voice cut through the silence of the lake like a blade, "You...the throne has been betrayed. . And have you betrayed me too? Tell me you haven't, my brother."
He breathed hard, and every word seemed to use up his remaining strength.
Fulgrim's lips trembled slightly, but he did not speak to refute. He knew he couldn't argue.
"Ferrus, I..." Fulgrim's voice was low. He could not possibly convince Ferrus Manus to give up his loyalty to the throne and his trust in the emperor...or was he During this belated period, Ferus's soul has been so contaminated by this space, as Constantine said, "irredeemable", that he cannot see through the deception of the throne?
"I don't want to hear your excuses anymore, Fulgrim." Ferrus growled in a low voice, with unspeakable pain, "I once believed in you...I thought you would fight alongside me until the end. . But now, you show me a deceived betrayer! Are you sure? Fulgrim, I hope I can believe your words! It struck like a whip, piercing into the depths of Fulgrim's soul. Every word cut through him like a blade, piercing the defense in his heart.
His arms relaxed slightly, as if he couldn't bear the heavy blame from his brother.
Memories came flooding back, filling Fulgrim's mind - the days when they had fought side by side, the glorious days of fighting together for the Emperor. But, what about now? All of this was thrown into the darkness of the abyss, and there was no way to recover.
"My brother," he said solemnly, "please listen to me. There must be something wrong with the emperor. We must stand on the right side. I beg you to think about it carefully, Constantine. ·Waldo is the emperor’s messenger!”
Ferus's eyes flashed with silver light, and through the mist of anger, his voice was cold and sharp: "From the moment the throne was betrayed, he was no longer!"
"I won't lie to you, and I can see the truth. Ferus..."
"Then, you want to dedicate me to him and let him kill me?" Ferus roared, His face turned red with despair, and the flames of anger burned in his silver eyes. Even though he couldn't move at all now, those eyes seemed to be enough to tear Fulgrim into pieces.
This moment awakened Fulgrim's evasive thinking. He had been trying to persuade Ferus, but he had ignored a cold fact - the real purpose of Constantine Waldo's trip was To execute them.
Fulgrim's eyes turned to Constantine again, and his inner struggle began to intensify. He couldn't...he couldn't let Ferus die.
Constantine was still approaching step by step, the Sun Spear in his hand flashing with deadly light. The tip of the spear lightly tapped the shell of the silver cocoon, and he had already passed through the thorn bush and arrived in front of the two people. The flames of the phoenix were burning around slightly, hesitantly.
"Open it, and the Sun Spear will bring you pure liberation." He said that this shell was not easy to open, so he turned back to deal with the chasing steel thorns for the time being.
Ferrus scolded angrily: "Betrayer! How dare you tarnish the reputation of the throne! I can still hear the guidance of the throne, Fulgrim! Don't listen to him!" His voice burned. With unquenchable anger, like the clash of steel.
Fulgrim lowered his head in surprise. He did not hear the "guidance from the throne" that Ferus still said.
A trace of despair spread from his heart. Yes, the degree of corrosion suffered by the two of them may indeed be different.
"Constantine..." Fulgrim muttered, taking a deep breath, his eyes wandering between Constantine and Ferrus.
He lowered his head and looked at his brother. Ferus' face was still stubborn, with unshakable loyalty burning in his eyes. That was the power that Fulgrim once admired, but now it made him extremely painful.
"We have been lost in the darkness..." Fulgrim's voice began to tremble.
He turned to Constantine, his eyes revealing a tired and determined light: "But Ferus is my brother...I don't want to see him die."
< br>"So, how are you going to save him?" Constantine responded coldly and patiently, without the slightest mercy in his voice.
"Do you really believe that the fate of the Emperor is so hopeless?" Fulgrim almost yelled this sentence, "We are his sons, creations that he personally gave life to. How can we just let our own power deteriorate?" As a sacrifice?"
Constantine remained unmoved, maintaining a cold attitude, "You trust my identity, Fulgrim, but you resist my decision."
< br>He stretched out his hand, and the palm covered with golden gauntlet covered the iron cage woven by Ferus Manus. There was an invisible barrier in the gap between the bars, blocking his progress. Of course he could waste time and pierce the Sun Spear into it - if he didn't feel the coldness coming from Samus.
The emissary of the Dark Throne is approaching. This forced him to change his mind. In order to avoid being attacked from both sides, he used words to persuade Fulgrim, who had already been shaken.
"You have been corrupted," he emphasized again, "therefore, you have only one ending. I have met your three brothers, and I did not ask for the execution of any of them. They lived and made Contribution is greater than death - and you are just the opposite.”
A ray of phoenix fire spread onto the cage, and Constantine retracted his fingers. Phoenix was still not convinced by him.
Fulgrim said bitterly, if it is chaos pollution, then there is still a slight possibility of turning around.
"We are loyal to the Emperor, Constantine, and we can remove the corrupted part of us and let us weaken! However, as long as we can get out of here, we are always willing to serve our father, no matter who comes Help us, if father is in trouble now, then at least Mag..."
"Magnus is dead," Constantine Waldo interrupted him coldly.
Fulgrim's flames trembled for a moment. "Who! Who did it!"
"No one." Constantine said softly, with a little respect in his voice, "The Crimson King bought a way out for my lord. Outside of Magnus, Craftsman Morse and Regent Macca If you step into the Star Torch, no one can save you, and your existence has become the source of the pollution legion."
Fulgrim was stunned, Constantine's words were like a cold sword, Straight into the deepest part of his heart.
"The Primarch and the Astartes are inseparable. In the outside world, your Legion is decaying, Primarch. Only death can preserve the last purity of you and the Legion." Constantine paused. , the judgment fell as coldly as iron.
Fulgrim was in a trance. It was the first time since he entered this chaotic space that he was so shaken.
How many times had he imagined that he could take Ferus to escape from all this, escape from the darkness and corruption, and regain their former glory and faith?
Is this all just a dream? he asked himself.
He persisted all the way here, holding on to the hope in his heart that someone would rescue him and Ferus, and looking forward to the arrival of his true father... But is this all just a thin layer of bubbles?
Have the two of them already begun to bring disaster to their own legion? Those heirs who look forward to him and trust him?
“Don’t listen to him, Fulgrim!” Ferus’ advice came from his arms, still with cold tenacity. Perhaps Ferrus still believed that Fulgrim could still be persuaded by him.
"Fulgrim, don't be sad for his betrayal. Join me in banishing him. Respond to our father and respond to the call of the throne. You hear me, right? Even if he has a thousand Even though he was once the Emperor's right hand, his betrayal was clearly revealed when he lied about the Emperor's death. Do you want to be deceived by him? Don't show such sorrow for the sake of lies, my brother!" br>
After talking about it, Ferus became emotionally excited. His belief in the throne almost turned into a kind of stubbornness... Or maybe, at a certain moment, he once again made the most loyal choice, and Ferrus Manus was never a person who would waver.
Fulgrim was silent. His fingers touched Ferus's frown.
"No, Ferus. Constantine Valdor told the truth," his voice was ethereal and distant. Sometimes he thought of their legion, sometimes he thought of the Emperor, and sometimes he thought of Ferus . Familiar scenes flashed through his mind, each memory weighing each other on some invisible scale.
"The Emperor is no longer...our father. And you, your will is indeed severely damaged...otherwise, you shouldn't be unable to sense it, and you shouldn't misunderstand our true bloodline. Connected objects"
"Fulgrim..."
"Ferrus, stop talking." Fulgrim lowered his head gently, his silver hair swaying across Ferus' injured face.
"No, Fulgrim..."
Fulgrim had never seen such anxiety and pleading appear on the resolute face of the Primarch of the Iron Hands. The steely and determined expression broke, revealing an emotion he had never shown before. It took Fulgrim a moment to realize what it was. He recognized the color of fear and despair... Instead of worrying about his own fate, Ferrus Manus was not afraid of life and death. He was afraid of Fulgrim. Mu is about to make a mistake and step into the abyss, his wings covered in dust.
He feared Fulgrim would lose his glory.
And he might not know that it was himself who was wrong - he might not believe that Fulgrim, who tried his best to save him, hesitated at the last moment whether to give up their common destiny. of glorious future.
Fulgrim thought, he couldn't believe it himself. He twitched the corners of his mouth.
"Fulgrim, don't be deceived again! Don't stray into the path of betrayal! This should not belong to you!"
Fulgrim's hands are trembling slightly... …But he had to make a choice, now, as a brother, as a Son of the Emperor.
And Constantine Valdor saw only one path - to end the Primarch's corruption and collect the remains to pave the way for the Emperor's resurrection.
Constantine watched with cold eyes as dark eagle claw marks began to appear on his body in reality. The approach of Samus made him feel the urgency of time. Rogal Dorn faced two demons alone and could not hold on for long... His body was being hurt, which affected his spirit here.
Between tearing down the iron cage Ferus had built with all his strength or resisting the invasion of darkness, he quickly chose the latter.
"Choose as quickly as possible, Fulgrim," he said coldly, "or we will die together in the darkness."
Fulgrim spoke softly: "Ferrus, I don't want to lose you." Ferus didn't respond, his silence said everything. His silver eyes burned with anger and pain.
"You still have to betray." He said disappointedly. "And I am powerless to kill you for the throne, Fulgrim."
"Betrayal? No, Ferus... I will give you the final decision-making power. Tell me, what should I do?" Fulgrim asked.
"Never fall," Ferrus said, as if Fulgrim's question aroused some expectations, his eyes lit up, "See our path clearly, Fulgrim. "
"At any cost?" Fulgrim asked.
"Any price. Those who dare to block and resist us will only become ruins under the chariot." Ferus said in a deep voice, so sincere and full of expectations.
Fulgrim blinked, and the flames of the phoenix continued to converge and submerged into his own body, like a dying blood-red star in the center of the galaxy, on the verge of disappearing in the depths of the universe.
"Then, this will be my choice, Ferus," Fulgrim smiled, "We will ensure that you and I are loyal to the Emperor."
"Constantine... I will end it All of this." Fulgrim's voice suddenly became low and calm, and he moved his gaze away from Ferus's face and turned to Constantine's back.
The Spear of the Sun in Constantine's hand shone with bright snow-white light, constantly dispelling the approaching darkness around him. From his back, Fulgrim discerned some martial arts from the emperor. His father was familiar with various combat skills accumulated by mankind for tens of thousands of years... But what is more similar?
In his aura, there was a similar aura that was infiltrated by the Emperor...
Constantine did not respond, but he must have heard it. He didn't care about Fulgrim and Ferrus's hesitation, all he needed was the result.
"My brother..." Fulgrim murmured in a low voice, the words almost blurting out. He wanted to ask Ferrus for forgiveness, but swallowed those words at the last moment.
"Take away our essence," Fulgrim said to Constantine, "if that is the price of loyalty."
This is what he can do for Ferrus. The last thing Manus did, for that was Ferrus's choice.
Loyalty at any cost.
His brothers were so loyal to the throne that he could no longer see - and he had heard what the Emperor wanted from them.
Fulgrim lowered his head and touched his brother's forehead with the silver hand given to him by Ferrus Manus.
The five fingers of his silver hand merged and turned into a silver sword, with a cluster of flames covering the blade.
Untimely, he recalled the scene in the play he and Ferrus had performed together at Olympia many years ago. Everything at that time was so far away, yet so clear before his eyes. Now that I think about it, now that I think about it...
"Just listen, you will think that I have become so evil and want to take your life! Oh, you are speechless..."
He Singing softly, his eyes were locked deeply on Ferus, and he looked directly into Ferus' murderous eyes. Before he took action, his own heart might have been pierced by Ferus' eyes. he thought quietly.
His silver hand brushed against the bridge of Ferus' nose.
The last time he took his head, it was with the hope of saving him and freeing him from the shackles of the steel body, so he did not hesitate.
Now, his sword edge has approached several times, and then quietly moved away.
He sang in a low voice, showing a soft smile absurdly: "Where is the old appearance? Where is the old beauty gone? Your gift has become my skill to take your life! Is this what I want? Before I die What can you say on this occasion? "
Ferus looked at him steadily, and he also remembered the drama. Fulgrim's face burned in his pupils.
"My heart and soul will always carry deep hatred." He said coldly.
The sword light flashed suddenly, and the world seemed to become silent. Gorgon's head fell from his disembodied body and fell to the silver mirror-like lake, solidifying in the blink of an eye. Steel. Fulgrim fell to the ground almost subconsciously, holding his brother's head tightly in his arms.
The silver cocoon that protected them disintegrated in an instant as Ferus's consciousness ended, scattering into large swaths of silver shavings. Constantine seized the first moment and inserted the Sun Spear into the lake. Silver shavings gathered into a butterfly-like storm and poured into the spear.
Ferrus's body also quickly turned into nothingness. Part of it rose up as clear silver light, and part of the dark residue fell to the ground from where he originally was, melting into the deep darkness.
I am afraid that those darkness are irreversible, because after Ferus’ protection of him ended, Fulgrim once again heard the shrill laughter in the depths. It finally gained something, in After this long delay, it finally paid off.
Soon, the silver light dried up completely, leaving only the flames of the Phoenix, draped over the Phoenix's low-lying body like gauze feathers, gently and gradually melting away.
Constantine's eyes turned to Fulgrim. "Time is running out." He said, and before he knew it, Constantine Valdo's golden armor was covered with many deep black scars. The demons of reality still exist, and Rogal Dorn still fights them.
“I understand,” Fulgrim said hoarsely, the flames wrapping around him, as if he was pulling a gauze to resist the non-existent cold, “I am also a tainted soul.”< br>
Constantine said nothing, just raised the Sun Spear.
Fulgrim closed his eyes.
——
He could still hear that tender childish voice.
+Enough. + said the voice.
So, he woke up from the nightmare...
Fulgrim slowly woke up from the depths of his consciousness, feeling as if he was struggling out of the abyss.
The surrounding flames and silver lake have dissipated, leaving only the cold reality. His body fell limply to the ground, feeling there was still a weight in his arms. He lowered his head and finally saw clearly what he was holding.
In his arms was Ferus’ silver head sealed in steel. His eyes were still open, filled with endless pain and sorrow, still immersed in his brother's betrayal.
Fulgrim's hands gently caressed Ferus' head, his fingertips sliding across his hard and cold metal surface.
He no longer thought about the weakness of his body, nor did he pursue the answers to the entanglements in his heart... He just felt a strange sense of calm, as if the torrent of fate had completely swallowed him up,
The Emperor's voice proved that he had made the right decision, and no matter what the reason was, he opened his eyes to reality again.
He helped his dearest brother avoid being bewitched and dedicated everything to his loyal Lord of Mankind.
Although, Ferrus Manus will not know.
There is a strange smell in the surrounding air, accompanied by mysterious whispers coming from a distance. Fulgrim turned his head and saw Rogal Dorn still fighting fiercely with the demon.
The demon's figure loomed in the darkness, with six arms waving sharp blades. It seemed to be given more vitality, and its shape was becoming more concrete... When Fulgrim looked at it , he was sure that the demon also turned to look at him.
A sudden enlightenment is born: there is a connection between them...
He looked at it, and from its blurry face, he gradually recognized some features... Maybe he should be surprised, but there was nothing in his heart. He neither wanted to speak nor react. He discerned the information sent to him, making silent and rational guesses.
All kinds of speculations ran through his mind. Who does its fighting posture resemble? Whose face is it modeled after? The weapons, blades and warhammers it holds are made of whom... Every swing, every movement...
What has the ability to create a new demon, and this demon is enough to be related to Dorne has been fighting for so long... Fulgrim still remembers how heartily he fought in the Garden of Corruption...
That was his reflection.
No, not just his reflection. It was also a reflection of Ferus.
It was the shadow of the two of them, something pieced together with the stolen power...
That was what Fulgrim first saw in the subspace, a variant of the steel machine. Its face and arms were those of Fulgrim, its body and weapons those of Ferrus. Their blood lost in the darkness gave birth to such a creation.
A living being who should not have been born.
An incomplete fallen demon.
But powerful enough, it can even be stronger. Because it is not complete, it still instinctively longs to be complete, hoping to have the essence and mind of Fulgrim and Ferrus Manus to fill its blank power and mind.
The dark form gradually twisted, as if preparing to approach Fulgrim.
Constantine stood up on the ground, bleeding all over. He pulled out the Sun Spear from the ashes, and the weapon that symbolized truth shone faintly.
Constantine glanced at Dorne in the fight, flicked his wrist, and the Sun Spear drew a silver light in the air and flew towards Dorne.
Donne reached out his hand to catch the flying spear without any hesitation. The spear fell like thunder from the sky in his hand, pointing directly at the demon's chest.
The dark form began to disintegrate under the burning of silver light, like a torn shadow. Before it was completely broken, it suddenly disappeared, and with it was the influence of subspace here. .
After the dark tide submerged into the curtain, it lost its last anchor point. Chaos gave up on maintaining its penetration into reality and faded away in an instant, taking away some of the things it coveted.
Dorn lowered his head and stared at the spear in his hand, with a strange light in his eyes.
He frowned, thinking about the truth that the Sun Spear brought him: "This demon... it is not just a servant of Chaos... it comes from the power of Ferus and Fulgrim , it is their creation...a prince who belongs to one of the Ancient Four."
He raised his head and looked at Fulgrim with a stern expression: "It will hunt, Fulgrim. It will never let you go."
Fulgrim had little reaction. He even had time to wonder if he was being too aloof. This feeling of emptiness made him feel strange. He still held Ferus' head, his eyes fixed on the broken face.
But Ferrus Manus was freed. He thought, mentally answering Rogal Dorn's words.
Suddenly, a burst of hearty laughter burst out from deep in his throat.
(End of this chapter)