"Ferrus?" The Emperor was somewhat surprised, then said with understanding, "Heh, true. What secret could possibly stay hidden from you? But he's very busy right now... or rather, the entire Legion of the Damned is very busy."
"Busy fighting Nurgle?"
"Mm... and Slaanesh."
"What does Slaanesh have to do with this?"
"She overate. Everything spilling out of her palace is flowing beneath my Golden Throne, so I have to keep cleaning it up." The Emperor sounded irritated. "Still, it's a good thing. She's been very quiet these past few days, and that's given my ears some peace."
"By the way, I have a question." Lin Fan changed the subject. "After Fulgrim cut off Ferrus's head, you recovered his soul and made him the leader of the Legion of the Damned. Over all these years, why didn't you ever arrange for the damned Ferrus to meet the fallen Fulgrim?"
"Mm... because the time has not yet come." The Emperor spoke mysteriously. "I once saw a scene from the future amid the temporal currents of the Warp. I saw Guilliman clash with Fulgrim once more."
"Guilliman lost again?"
"Mm, he lost again. He got beaten so badly he was left crawling around for his teeth. He isn't particularly skilled in battle among the Primarchs, so it's understandable that he couldn't defeat ascended Fulgrim."
The Emperor slowly explained his plan.
Under Fulgrim's attacks, Guilliman could only avoid the most fatal strikes. Fulgrim, meanwhile, was in the mood to toy with him and gave up several chances to kill Guilliman outright.
In the end, Guilliman was still tightly bound by Fulgrim's serpentine tail. Flicking his tongue, Fulgrim howled madly that he would take Guilliman to Slaanesh's palace to enjoy every pleasure in the world.
In that instant, thunder exploded across the filthy sky, igniting