A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the gun came out like a dragon!
With a clang, the spear engraved with snake scales collided with the sharp claws glowing with lightning. Aurora stood beside Vulkan at some point and blocked Konrad Curze's attack for him.
Of course, it is impossible to kill Vulkan, who has the characteristics of Perpetual, with one blow, but if there is blood between brothers, the nature will be different. Now Rogal Dorn and Perturabo have a conflict, and they also greet each other with fists.
"You bastard, you are always so mean!" Vulkan hammered his chest angrily, but did not continue to attack Konrad Curze.
Fulgrim saw this and started to persuade, "Then Vulkan, are you willing to come with us?"
"Let's go? I have to go. I don't feel at ease if you're staring at me alone, you little brat!"
"Haha... As long as I want to, you two can't even try to catch me." Konrad Curze chuckled, his pale face showing a cold meaning.
Although there were many conflicts between the brothers, they still embarked on the road to the trial, and a group of troops were given to them to command. Because they obtained a relatively complete Webway map from Tzeentch, Imperium of Man's ships can sail quickly with the help of the main Webway, and their efficiency is far superior to Warp's jump.
Fulgrim stood in front of the window and looked at Webway. Those huge cracks were blocked by the crystal, and he could vaguely feel his eyes peeking out from the folds of the crystal. Tzeentch promised that the devil would withdraw from Webway, but he never said he would give up monitoring Webway.
Webway's barriers gradually became blurred, and the dark void refilled Fulgrim's vision. He looked at the marked planet, and just by looking at the appearance of the planet, he realized that this place should not be underestimated.
The scarlet land was covered with dark clouds and fog, and when the Primarchss landed on the planet's surface in a transport plane, they were hit by thunder and chemical acid rain.
After getting off the transport plane, no one came to greet them except the flashing positioning lights.
"This is unreasonable. Even if they don't know the existence of Primarchs, they should have enough respect for Terra's decree." Fulgrim said while looking to the side. The huge and tall Gothic building was full of traces of corrosion and had no beauty at all. Many lights converged on the street, and the sound of prayers was heard.
"It seems that these people are busy celebrating mass." Vulkan gave his opinion after reading it. Konrad Curze on the side just sneered twice, expressing deep contempt for his naivety.
Vulkan didn't mind Konrad Curze's attitude toward him. He sincerely asked Konrad Curze, "Do you know what the problem is? I have never doubted your talent for finding criminals."
"Ha... Then I would rather not have this talent... I would rather be an idiot." Konrad Curze felt a little sad and pointed to a steeple, "You can go there first to gain experience. If you are not ruthless, many things will not be accomplished. You must be prepared to affect thousands of people."
"Just kill the main criminal, why bother to involve so many people?" Fulgrim felt that Konrad Curze was a bit too pessimistic, but Konrad Curze just smiled.
Arriving at the door of the minaret, groups of soldiers hung the criminals in blood-clad clothes on the execution platform. The flamethrowers in their hands were activated and debugged from time to time. Before they were burned, the air was already filled with a burning smell.
"Congratulations, you are about to witness the law of Imperium." Konrad Curze said with a smile.
"They are heretics! They are evil! They are the Emperor villains who will not forgive their sins! I will carry out his will and use flames to cleanse all sins!" A man in a gorgeous robe shouted in front of the execution platform, and the crowd suddenly burst into roars.
"Burn them! Burn these heretics!"
The fanatical crowd was frightening to watch, and they roared towards the execution platform like bloodthirsty beasts.
Vulkan frowned. He always felt that there was something strange about this execution. The prisoners in blood-clothed clothes were too clean. After competing with Chaos for so long, he always had this judgment.
Flames were spitting out from the nozzle. Vulkan didn't have the habit of leaving people behind, so he shouted loudly, "Stop!"
The sound was like thunder, which suddenly covered up other sounds. The noisy and restless crowd turned to look at the visitor. They screamed for the image of Space Marines. They had seen the Emperor's Angel of Death in church murals and propaganda.
The soldiers who were preparing for the execution also stopped and put away their guns, standing the flamethrower at their feet and waiting. As Primarchs and Space Marines approached, the crowd knelt down like a receding tide. Vulkan didn't like the crowd treating him like this. He repeatedly greeted the crowd to get up and helped everyone he could touch with his own hands.
"Ah... ah! The great angel touched my humble body!" An old man burst into tears, his body trembling so much that Vulkan was worried that he would fall down in the next second.
Sure enough, the old man collapsed. The excessive happiness and excitement made his heart suffocate. The old man held his chest with his hands and had a stiff smile of ecstasy on his face.
"Cure him." Vulkan was very helpless and could only let Apothecary revive the old man's life.
Soon, the commotion outside the minaret attracted the attention of the people inside. Several officials and nobles in fine clothes stood at the door, surrounded by majestic guards, and asked in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner, "What happened! Why are these traitors still alive!"
Then, they saw Space Marines and Primarchs. Their bodies trembled subconsciously, large beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads, and many words were choked in their throats and they could not utter out.
Fulgrim can understand the panic that ordinary people feel towards Primarchs and Space Marines. After all, they are warriors who have been fighting for thousands of years. They have killed more enemies than these people have ever seen in their lives. Even with a smile on their face, there will be a trace of solemn killing intent.
Fulgrim stepped forward and showed the Terra government's warrant to the officials and nobles, "We are here to inspect in the name of Master of Mankind. We hope you can cooperate with our work."
"Of course..." The officials and nobles were frightened and tried their best to show flattering smiles. But because they had been at the pinnacle of power in this world for a long time, their smiles were stiff and ugly, which made Fulgrim want to frown.
"Is there any difficulty?" Fulgrim asked. The officials and nobles in front of him first shook their heads, and then nodded in unison.
"Demons. Demons are raging on our planet. They have poisoned the minds of many people. Every day, a large number of heretics try to shake the rule of the great Emperor emperor." A well-dressed nobleman complained to Fulgrim. His hands were white and scabless, and even skinny and skinny due to diet and health. Fulgrim It is difficult to imagine that a world with such a cruel environment could breed a nobleman with this image.
"Devil?" Konrad Curze poked his head out from behind Fulgrim. He stared at the noble's face, with no trust in the noble's eyes.