"Hmm... what a pity. Why won't you lose yourself in sweet dreams, my friend?"
"This world is full of so much tiresome shit."
"Perhaps you haven't experienced that kind of pleasure yet?!"
The Thunder Warriors who rushed to the scene opened fire without hesitation. These hulking men, capable of controlling a Heavy Bolter one-handed, unleashed an explosive rain of fire in an instant.
But Fulgrim's two additional limbs knocked down every Bolt at an unimaginable speed, slicing each one precisely in half.
He even elegantly lifted the wineglass from the table and took a sip without spilling a single drop.
Fulgrim frowned slightly.
"What inferior wine. This doesn't even qualify as mouthwash."
The next moment, Fulgrim tossed the glass into the air and flashed behind the Thunder Warriors at terrifying speed, bringing a heavy blow down on Bona.
But an auramite spear blocked the strike, then its shaft slammed hard into Fulgrim's face.
Fulgrim slid back and deftly caught the wineglass as it fell from the air.
"Ah, that rather hurt."
Fulgrim gently stroked his cheek, then raised his glass toward Valdor.
"Old friend, it's been a long time. Given the occasion, why don't we have a drink before we fight?"
Just then, the Thunder Warriors who had been firing moments before collapsed, every one of them precisely butchered into pieces along their joints.
Valdor tightened his grip on his Sentinel Spear, then heard a sound beside him.
Bona stared coldly at Fulgrim and wiped the blood from his head.
"It has indeed been a long time."
"We still have some private business to settle."
A little surprised, Fulgrim tilted his head toward Bona.
"Oh? What business?"
"The massacre on Terra ten thousand years ago!"
Magnus was writing furiously. He was so excited that he even used his psyker power