"Horus and Fulgrim! What if I took him with me?"
"A loyal Horus, with a loyal Fulgrim... in the Eye of Terror in M41?"
Liu Zhipeng's blood-Horus's blood-began to boil.
He knew this Fulgrim clone was perfect. He possessed all the wisdom, charisma, and leadership he had before his fall. He just needed time to grow up.
Hand him over to Trazyn as a specimen?
What a fucking joke!
Through five reincarnations, the one Liu Zhipeng hated most was that old bastard Trazyn! At the very end of his previous life, that old bastard had tried to capture him as the "crown jewel of his collection," forcing him to self-destruct.
This time, I, Liu Zhipeng... no, I, Horus Lupercal, am saving Trazyn's intended collectible!
"Listen, little bird." Horus tried to make his deep Warmaster's voice sound as gentle as possible.
He had no idea how much this infant could understand, but he had to try.
"I don't care what you remember. But from now on, look at me."
He lifted baby Fulgrim to eye level.
"I'm Horus. Not the one you remember."
Baby Fulgrim blinked, a flicker of confusion crossing his violet eyes.
"And you are my brother."
Brother.
The moment that word left his mouth, baby Fulgrim's body shuddered.
His intelligent eyes fixed on Horus.
Horus smiled faintly. He knew his gamble had paid off.
"I know this sounds like bullshit. But we're the only two survivors now. It's hell out there, and Fabius could return at any moment."
Horus gently placed Fulgrim on his broad shoulder, letting him lean against his neck. It was the only position he could think of that would let him carry a baby while keeping both hands free.
"Hold tight, brother. First, we need to find some pants."
Baby Fulgrim seemed to understand.