Sleepy Red Tea

Only after the matter of the Temple was completely resolved could the army truly rest.

"Everyone, rest where you are!"

Now that the Temple dedicated to the Chaos Gods has been destroyed, the hidden scourge has also been eradicated.

The entire Third Legion relaxed.

"Hey buddy, do you still have any Instant Red Tea?"

"Company Commander Kaisoron, take it easy with your drinking, I don't have much left."

Thanks.

After getting the Instant Red Tea from Pulchri, Kaisoron immediately brewed another cup for Fulgrim.

"Father, have some tea."

Fulgrim took the teacup, took an elegant sip, and had to admit, drinking tea in such an absurd place had a unique aesthetic appeal.

At the same time, in Han Mingxuan's study in Nostramo.

At this moment, Slaanesh showed Han Mingxuan the entire battle process of the Third Legion, which Han Mingxuan was very satisfied with.

"That's good, it's a good thing that Fulgrim has become smarter."

"Sir, Little Fulgrim's test has only just begun."

"What kind of trouble are you trying to cause now?"

"I won't do anything bad, sir. I'm just giving him the glory and perfection he desires."

I advise you not to do that.

"Sir, are you scared?"

"No, I just want to say that if you do that, you will definitely regret it, you will really regret it."

"Then we'll wait and see, sir."

On the front lines, the Third Legion was resting. After finishing his black tea, Fulgrim felt a sudden wave of drowsiness wash over him.

"Kaisoron, keep an eye on our Legions. I need to rest for a while."

"I will, Father."

Fulgrim then fell asleep instantly.

However, even after he fell asleep, his consciousness remained awake; his consciousness was awake within the dream.

"What kind of place is this? I clearly remember falling asleep."

What appeared before Fulgrim at this moment was a pink-purple the Mist.

"Let me think about it carefully. We just destroyed the Temple of the Chaos Gods, and now we're in this scene. Something just doesn't make sense."

As he muttered to himself, Fulgrim took something out of a compartment in his Power Armour's storage.

It was a black eye patch, and an Eyepatch.

This thing was given to me by my Uncle many years ago; it's Ritual Implement used to cast a Psychic Power Incantation.

The situation I'm currently facing is clearly related to the Warp God, so bringing this thing along is definitely the right thing to do.

In Nostramo, Han Mingxuan saw Fulgrim wearing this item and couldn't help but praise it.

"Well done, Fulgrim truly lives up to his reputation as the Primarch of the Imperium; his mind is sharp indeed."

Seeing this scene, Han Mingxuan felt that his efforts in education had not been in vain.

Faced with unknown Warp contamination, Fulgrim chose the most appropriate course of action, which is commendable.

Once he was sure that Fulgrim was alright, he sat down on a nearby recliner to rest.

"Sir, don't you plan to see the results later?"

"There's no need to look at the results anymore, Slaanesh. Fulgrim will be fine. You'll just be getting your hopes up for nothing."

Aren't you afraid I might do something underhanded during this guidance process?

"Let's wait and see. Wake me up when the results come out."

In Fulgrim's dream, at this moment, various beautiful works of art appeared before him, whether paintings, music, or sculptures.

These artworks can all be described as unique pieces in the world, and perfect unique pieces at that.

But for some reason, apart from glancing at Fulgrim with curiosity when he first arrived, he wasn't interested in anything else.

A gust of wind blew by, and the original paintings disappeared, followed by all kinds of delicious food.

Forests and roadbeds made of candy, cotton candy turned into clouds, red wine flowing in the river, and rare delicacies piled up casually on the banks.

But Fulgrim didn't even glance at these things. He had just drunk two cups of tea and felt full, so he didn't want to eat anything right now.

The scene before him seemed to sense his thoughts; soon, all the food vanished without a trace.

Next to appear before him was a beauty rarely seen in the world, but upon seeing the scene before him, Fulgrim almost burst out laughing.

"The entire Imperium knows that when it comes to looks alone, if I say I'm second, no one dares to say they're first."

As for his own father.

Cheating monsters with a thousand different personalities are not included in this list.

What remained for Fulgrim was the woman's resentful expression, and then all the women vanished.

But the changes in the dream did not end there. What followed was an even more naked and direct emotional shift, each emotion extremely intense, constantly challenging his senses.

"Ugh, this is so annoying."

Fulgrim said impatiently, then waved his hands, and two steel pipes suddenly appeared in his hands.

This is, after all, his dream. If he can't control it, then he should wake up from this dream.

After getting the two steel pipes, he started hammering them randomly without any method.

In this beautiful dreamscape, such a sound was simply noise.

But sometimes, even though it's vulgar, it can be genuinely useful.

Before long, the extreme emotions vanished without a trace, the sounds returned to calm, the Mist dissipated, and two paths lay before Fulgrim.

The first road is Broad Road, lined with all sorts of honors, successes, praises, and prizes.

The second road is a narrow Narrow Path.

There were no thorns or treacherous terrain; it was just a path overgrown with withered grass.

Immediately afterwards, a woman appeared before him, and Fulgrim had to admit that she was the most perfect woman he had ever seen.

"Come, great Primarch of the Imperium, step onto this Broad Road and gain your power. Only with enough power can your plans, and those of your brothers, be successfully implemented."

"Who are you?"

"I am great..."

"You are a lackey of the Chaos Gods."

The other party was clearly displeased when his speech was interrupted by Fulgrim.

"Is this Corruption or corruption?"

I only wanted to help you see your own heart.

"Ha, you present the most depraved things superficially, put them at the forefront, and then lead others down that path of no return. You call this 'seeing one's own heart clearly'?"

"You chose your own path, esteemed Primarch. My master has always admired you, and he hopes you will make a wise choice."

A wise choice?

Swish!

Before the other person could react, the steel pipe in Fulgrim's hand had already landed on her head.

Then, Fulgrim turned and went down the path, leaving behind only a headless corpse.

"Broad Road would you choose this deserted path over the main road? Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

Suddenly, a Daemon appeared before Fulgrim, and upon seeing the Daemon, Fulgrim smiled instead.

"It's much better to be honest with each other like this. If you like to pretend, it's quite troublesome for me to expose you."