"Ironclad, Fiery Heart..." Stunus savored Fulgrim's words, then answered in confusion, "Fiery Heart... When I return, I'll replace my heart with a molten iron furnace... Would that be fiery enough?"
"Hahaha..." Jaghatai could not hold back his laughter. He had never expected Stunus to interpret those four words that way. "If Rogal Dorn's blood weren't flowing through your veins, I'd have to say you have quite a talent for deadpan jokes."
Stunus did not understand what Jaghatai meant. Fulgrim, standing beside him, shot Jaghatai an irritated glare.
You ruined the solemn atmosphere!
Wasn't my doing. It was his.
Jaghatai shrugged, looking thoroughly innocent.
Fulgrim coughed and could only explain the deeper meaning behind "Ironclad, Fiery Heart" to Stunus with a dark expression. He had intended to use the concision of High Gothic to make the phrase more elegant, never expecting it to turn into such a joke.
After finishing, Fulgrim emphasized the first half again. He truly feared that Stunus would misunderstand these words as well. "Flesh is weak, will endures."
Flesh is weak, will endures.
Those eight words drove into Stunus's heart, filled with doubt, like rivets. At the same time, a trace of recognition flowed out from deep within his genes, hammering those words in again and again.
"But flesh is frail, machinery eternal..." Stunus struggled. He felt that Fulgrim was using his wicked powers of seduction to interfere with his mind.
"Machinery eternal?" Fulgrim smiled mockingly. "You look just like I once did. I believed in flawless perfection; you believe that machinery and metal can purge every weakness of human nature. But is that really so?"
"You worship technology, yet you cannot understand it. How many remnants of ancient wars float in Medusa's orbit? Obtaining even a broken fragment is enough to make you smug. But what