"Oh~ I am the phoenix and flame! I will reshape the Milky Way in my image! I will burn away the sins of the past, all perfection and imperfection, all crimes! Tsk, tsk, tsk... How arrogant... Not even the Chaos Gods would say something like that..." Lin Fan recounted Fulgrim's words in an exaggerated tone. He walked up to Fulgrim, reached out to prop up his chin, then contemptuously scraped a finger across Fulgrim's cheek.
"You seek perfection, yet you yourself are imperfect... Not just this clone of yours—your original body was nothing more than a flawed experiment."
"I said... enough..." Fulgrim grabbed Lin Fan's hand. His face remained expressionless, but a lost and furious rage shone in his eyes. "I won't be like him... I'll prove it to you..."
"Oh? That would be nice..." Lin Fan smiled, then looked at the Emperor's Children. "What about them? I have plenty of bolt rounds here. You can execute them in any creative way you want..."
"Shut up!" Fulgrim shouted furiously, then his expression turned sorrowful, a pleading air spreading from within him. "I won't abandon them again... I must bear all the blame..."
"Atonement, huh? That reminds me of an old saying. A person's life is finite, but serving the people is infinite. They've been mad for ten thousand years; maybe you can spend a hundred thousand years atoning for your sins? Hahaha, who knows." Lin Fan withdrew his hand. He felt Fulgrim had suffered enough psychological blows for now. He could deal with him later, train Fulgrim the way he had trained Perturabo. Perhaps the two of them would gradually let go of their obsessions... At least Perturabo had been in a fairly good mood these past few days...
No sooner had Lin Fan thought that than he received a