Wicked Steel Serpent

Fulgrim was now like a cat on a hot tin roof, growing increasingly agitated with the arrival of that abstract message.

If the timing is accurate, a full three years have passed since the Astronomican was extinguished, and with the arrival of a Warp storm, the Son of the Emperor and the Iron Hands were trapped in this remote sector.

In order to quell the inexplicable rebellion, the two legions carried out a purge while contacting other legions. However, for some reason, Ferrus contracted a serious illness and began to become listless.

Fortunately, after repeated attempts to contact them, the Moon Wolves discovered them, and even the Death Guard and the Salamanders were there.

Fulgrim couldn't understand why the Death Guard and Salamanders, who should have been in the Storm Sector, had suddenly traveled across astronomical distances to the Misty Sector.

However, after communicating with Horus and Mortarion Vulkan in Astropathic Communication, he and Ferrus were informed that Great Heresy had broken out in the Empire, and that the rebels were none other than Atlas and the Ultramarines, who were dissatisfied with the Empire, as well as the White Scars and the Word Bearers.

Fulgrim didn't believe Mordred would suddenly rebel; after all, if his Second Brother were going to rebel, he would definitely notify them first!

As for the Ultramarines also rebelled, Fulgrim thought it was perfectly reasonable. He had long disliked Guilliman, especially since the guy always said "My mom is calling me home for dinner" when leaving a party.

As for the Khan's betrayal, Fulgrim was somewhat unsure, after all, White Scars had always been outside the Empire, and the Khan had clearly expressed his dissatisfaction with the Empire.

Needless to Word Bearers. Although the events in Perfect City had been suppressed, what had already happened needed no explanation. Moreover, they had been staying in Serenity, and Luojia was completely subservient to his Second Brother.

So, did they betray each other or not? After discussing it, Fulgrim and Ferrus concluded that it was highly likely.

After all, the Great Crusade had reached the Edge of the Astronomican, and countless worlds had been incorporated into the Empire's territory, but internal problems could no longer be contained.

The most important issue now is to recuperate and digest the fruits of victory in the Great Crusade. This is a consensus not only among the Primarch but also among everyone.

Conquering a kingdom is easier than maintaining it; how to govern the empire became the most serious point of contention.

The Emperor insisted on prioritizing mortals, and after the conclusion of the Council of Nicaea and the Emperor's withdrawal from the Great Crusade, the current Great Commander of the Empire is the Warmaster.

To put it bluntly, it's Warmaster Horus in charge of military affairs, and Mordred, the former Warmaster in charge of logistics.

The good news is that both Warmaster were of one mind, being staunch supporters of the Great Astears, with Mordred even devising a grand plan for the Space Marine to rule the Imperium for a millennium.

Once this news came out, all the Space Marine and even the Auxilia who participated in the Great Crusade felt much more at ease.

The Imperial Truth is great, but slogans alone won't feed you. Imperial soldiers are willing to die for honor and faith, but you can't give them nothing in return, can you?

If they cease their expeditions, what will become of them, the very war machine of the empire?

Now that the Warmaster has stepped forward, he has not only given us honor but also a way out. In fact, given Horus and Mordred's style, their achievements will certainly not be forgotten.

However, the situation was not so rosy.

After stepping down to the sidelines, the Emperor immediately strengthened the power of the Council of Terra, with none of the 12 seats Primarch.

In truth, the Emperor, with his political mindset, hadn't thought that far ahead. If he had, he wouldn't have exploited Malcador to this extent.

Based on all the information, although unwilling to believe it, Fulgrim ultimately hesitated after being persuaded by Ferrus.

Rationally, Fulgrim believed that Mordred might indeed betray him, but emotionally, Fulgrim felt that his Second Brother would never do such a thing; it was too sudden and completely inconsistent with Mordred's usual behavior.

Fulgrim wanted to get to the bottom of things, but Horus specifically told them not to act rashly. Going now would be suicide. Mordred had gone mad, the White Scars were hunting them down, and even the Space Wolves had joined the rebellion.

You go to Istvaan III first, and we'll meet up with you after we've dealt with the current rebellion.

Without giving Fulgrim any chance to ask questions, through the Holographic Projection, he could see the Vengeful Spirit being bombarded, and even saw Russ and Khan looking furious.

Perhaps sensing his brother's frustration, Ferrus suggested holding a banquet to help him relax, but Fulgrim refused and began leading the Son of the Emperor to quell the rebellion around Isstvan.

But with that news, Fulgrim suddenly realized that his close friend Ferrus seemed a little different, and even the Son of the Emperor, who was stationed at Istvaan III, had lost contact.

"So who sent the message?"

Anxiety began to spread in his heart. Without any hesitation, Fulgrim immediately put aside all his affairs and led all the Son of the Emperor to Isstvan.

Trusting his brother, Fulgrim left his sons at home and took only a few guards with him to the meeting in secret.

But when he arrived at the Iron Fist, what he saw sent a chill down his spine, in a physical sense.

The deck was covered with twisted flesh, metal and blood fused together in a way that Sanity Collapsed. This blasphemous and obscene scene before him made him realize that something terrible was about to happen.

Several pieces of flesh, no longer recognizable as human, groaned, while the remaining armor on their bodies clearly indicated that these were once the Iron Hands.

Upon seeing this, Fulgrim immediately attempted to send a signal, but ever since they boarded the ship, all instruments had malfunctioned, and only piercing screams and painful groans could be heard on the communication channel.

"Father! What on earth happened?" Lucius, who had come along as Primarch's Guard, asked.

"Be careful, this is Chaos Corruption. I've seen it at Atlas before."

"But isn't that Machine Spirit?"

Realizing he had misspoke, Lucius shut his mouth, but Fulgrim didn't seem to care. Instead, he led his guards forward, feeling along a passage that resembled some kind of fleshy cavity, while explaining:

"I should have known. Ferrus is a block of steel; he wouldn't say those witty things, and my Second Brother didn't betray me."

Are you curious why I say this? It's because my Second Brother firmly believes that Daemon have no sense of pain.

If you've ever been to the Chaos Energy Furnace on the Abomination, you'll understand that the energy-saving crystals Atlas suddenly distributed to all the Legions were forged from these Daemons.

"That means Atlas and Chaos are irreconcilable enemies. My Second Brother might not have betrayed us; he might be eliminating something... Be careful!"

Pushing his offspring aside, Fulgrim swung his warhammer to deflect the sudden attack from above.

An immense force struck, shattering the entire deck instantly, sending the surrounding filthy flesh and blood plummeting into the darkness below.

As the emergency lights came on, what he saw made Fulgrim's eyes widen in horror. The missing Son of the Emperor were all here. Just seeing their mangled bodies, he could imagine the humiliation and torture his offspring had suffered before their deaths.

What tormented him even more was the monster that attacked him.

The long, slender snake tail, wrapped in layers of steel cables, slammed against the ground. Looking up, the snake demon was none other than his beloved Ferrus, and even the blade it wielded was the Fire Sword he had given to Ferrus.

"Ferrus, what are you doing?"

Hoping for a miracle, Fulgrim tried to rouse his close friend to his senses, but the already delirious Ferrus didn't care.

With a hammer in the left and a sword in the right, the two weapons were wielded with tremendous force by the giant silver hand. The firepower backpack, which had been integrated into the snake's body, drove Fulgrim to a frantic run, questioning his very existence.

As one of the Triumvirate of the Expedition, Ferrus is known for his command ability, but in terms of personal combat strength, he is comparable to Magnus when he is not brain-dead. In particular, his Dark Technology backpack can unleash powerful firepower comparable to that of Titan in a short period of time.

As a purplish-red, musky mist appeared, a soft laugh rang in Fulgrim's ears, and the incredibly powerful, malevolent intent caused the Phoenix to momentarily lose its composure.

Looking at his still-functioning Power Armour, Fulgrim gripped his warhammer, trying to find an opportunity for close-quarters combat.

As he drew closer, Fulgrim felt a sense of unease, and a dog barked in his ear.

The Phoenix, suddenly awakened, discovered that his armor had been torn to shreds and that his body was bound by the snake's tail.

"You're not Ferrus. He wouldn't make that androgynous voice. Who are you?"

"Haha, what a clever little darling, you guessed right."

As the words fell, the terrifying Iron Serpent Demon tore open its chest, revealing half of its torso inside its abdomen.

"Your relationship is incredible. He believed you could come to save him even at the last moment, and even defeated another version of himself, forcing me to take matters into my own hands."

If that Khorne saw this, he might go crazy with excitement.

In fact, you were my initial target, but what can I do when my little darling has been so fiercely protective of you?

Come, my child, once you join my arms, you will no longer need to care about worldly opinions, and you will be together forever.

I can't wait to be with you; every piece of flesh and blood, every part of this body, yearns for your arrival.

If you agree, I can find you another brother.

When she got emotional, the serpent demon even extended its forked tongue, slithering in and out of Ferrus's ear on its chest, leaving trails of pink slime that caused the severed torso to scream in pain.

"Enough, you ugly Daemon, get out of my brother's body."

Although I don't know Khorne, even if I were to go and join the Khorne, I wouldn't choose Lair Snake like you.

In terms of looks, you're not even as good-looking as a dog, ptooey!

Hearing herself called ugly, even less than that Khorne, the snake demon's face instantly darkened. Her sharp, dark purple nails rubbed against her chest and skull as she roared like a shrew:

"Shut up! You have no idea how much we sacrificed for you. You should have been mine. I was the one who sent you into the hands of the Cursed. I am your mother."

The thought of how he had spent so much money and painstakingly saved up enough to acquire two lesser god fragments, only to have those three bastards invest with him and then be swindled by the Yellow Skins in the blink of an eye, made him furious.

Those three good-for-nothings even used him as a pawn, and he was looked down upon by everyone. This is intolerable! What does the so-called "big picture" have to do with me?

Although Chaos God are more like a natural phenomenon, as embodiments of extreme emotions, they also possess their own Self-Awareness.

To better pressure Fulgrim, He deliberately weakened His corruption of Ferrus, allowing this uncompromising soul to fully appreciate what was about to happen.

As the power of the Chaos Gods weakened, Ferrus, now only half-formed, slowly awoke and saw Fulgrim, who was also bound:

"No! Run, Fogg! You can't beat him. They're not after us; we're just extras. Their ultimate target is Mo..."

"So noisy!"

Under Fulgrim's grief-stricken gaze, the basilisk bent down and shoved an indescribable, eerie tentacle into Ferrus's mouth, rendering him speechless.

"We have plenty of time. Since you care about him so much, how about I enjoy it for you in advance? Hahaha!"

"Quack! No, no! Don't touch him! I'm going to blast you apart!"

The more Fulgrim acted this way, the more excited the blasphemous serpent became.

However, at that moment, accompanied by flashes of Emerald Lightning, a huge figure suddenly appeared behind the snake demon.

Where did this dog come from?

The one who arrived was none other than Guts, one of the Canid Eight, known as the Bloodhound, who had mastered the Bathing Massage Art.

"That's right, I'm here, you bastard, I'm going to make you show your true colors."

Ancestors, witness—lightning, Cyclone Slash!

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