The Emperor's Children Are Full of Talent

"Besides?!"

Malcador was speechless. This was... unbelievable, horrifying!

"Of course there are more. In the original fateline, after Fulgrim's betrayal, he was the most active Primarch."

"Anyway, hurry up and wake him up, I haven't finished my story yet."

"Alas! What a tragedy! Neoth! What a tragedy!"

Malcador sighed, tapping his cane with a deafening sound.

In the end, he did awaken Fulgrim.

The first thing Fulgrim did upon waking was to grab Ferrus Manus's hand.

"Gorgon, I... I..."

"This is all a destiny we've never encountered before, Fulgrim."

Ferrus Manus's words were like a lifeline to Fulgrim, and he kept repeating them to himself.

"Yes... yes! That's not our destiny, we avoided that damned future!"

But the next second, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He thought of the bet between the Prince of Pleasure and his Uncle.

If it weren't for their Uncle's early planning, their fates on this path would be uncertain.

"Then let's continue. After beheading Ferrus Manus, Fulgrim briefly regained his senses, but a mental breakdown was inevitable, and ultimately the Daemon took control of his body."

"His last remaining vestige of soul was imprisoned and tormented in a demonic painting created by Serena Dangerous."

"In that painting, he was suffering terribly, and he couldn't help but wonder, can the Emperor's ideal truly bring about ultimate perfection?"

"Enough!" Fulgrim roared.

"What is it now, Fulgrim?" the Night Haunter asked with a smile.

"Screw perfection! Is perfection really that important?!"

Why are you yelling at me so loudly?

"I already said, that was your original fate. Now, because of my father's existence, you've avoided that fate."

"You no longer strive for perfection, do you?"

At that moment, Fulgrim suddenly went berserk and grabbed a short knife.

Without hesitation, he pointed the sharp blade at his face.

Fortunately, Curze's Prophecy abilities kicked in at that moment, and he punched Fulgrim in the face.

"Fulgrim, wake up! What are you trying to do?!"

"Perfection? What's the use of perfection? Since my perfection has become my weakness, then let it become flawed!"

Curze didn't give him a chance, snatching the dagger from his hand and crushing it into pieces.

"Curze, let him row. I didn't know why his son Lucius turned out that way before, but now it seems it's genetic."

"Lucius? What did Lucius do this time?"

"The story of Lucius the Eternal is quite interesting."

"Without a doubt, he's a bastard who pleases neither side. Lucius was a loyalist during the purge of Istvaan III, but he was jealous of Tarvitz."

"So he swung his sword at Tarvitz, and in the process he Corruption Demeter, and both of them died because of him."

"As an aside, after learning that Fulgrim was possessed by Daemon, Lucius, along with high-ranking officers, subjected Fulgrim to inhuman torture in an attempt to exorcise the demon."

"Without a doubt, the exorcism was successful. At that point, Fulgrim's soul had already succumbed to the endless torment of the Warp."

"Ultimately, he told his Scions that he had delayed responding in order to enjoy the torment."

"After becoming the Lord Commander, Lucius had been searching for an opponent he could fight for."

"In the midst of his relentless search and challenges, Lucius died—the death he had always dreamed of, an unparalleled experience for him, which also attracted the attention of the Warp Gods."

"Therefore Lucius came back to life, and from then on he had a certain characteristic."

"If anyone who killed him feels even the slightest bit of pleasure, Lucius can be reborn in their body, and that person will become a face on his armor."

"As an aside, Lucius was shockingly ugly at the time, much like Fulgrim himself. Lucius's pursuit of glory was also pathological, to the point that he saw his scars as a form of honor."

"This wouldn't normally be a problem, but fueled by a morbid psychology, Lucius became obsessed with modifying his knife."

"And so, the legend of Lucius the Eternal spread throughout the universe."

"Fulgrim, your Legion is quite impressive, with an astonishing number of loyalists."

"After purging the loyalists, the Legion of over 100,000 was reduced to just over 30,000."

Even if your Legion only has a little over 30,000 members, you can still produce some Chosen Ones and Champions within the Legion.

"Your Legion is really impressive, full of talented people."

Silence, deathly stillness.

From the moment the Night Haunter began to recount the details of the Third Legion, the entire Throne Room was filled with a deathly silence.

Only the voice of the Night Haunter echoed continuously, for the betrayal of the Third Legion, and the changes that followed, were simply... simply too shocking.

This was so vastly different from what they knew about the Third Legion that it left them speechless.

The betrayal of the Emperor's Children, the death of Ferrus Manus, the fall of Fulgrim.

"Oh, by the way, your Legion's chief Apothecary Fabius Bayer, is a real talent."

"Although you were ultimately made His personal cup due to the influence of the Prince of Pleasure, Fabius still firmly believes in the Imperial Truth."

"And he even cloned the Primarch. He cloned Horus, and even you Gene-Father, were cloned by him."

"A talent, truly a talent!"

"But this damned fate, the Chaos Space Marines still believes in the Imperial Truth and even used technological means to directly clone a Primarch -Primarch Flesh."

"The only shortcoming is in the Warp Essence; I must say, the Huangpizi still have something."

As he spoke, the Night Haunter kicked out again.

"Then... what will become of me?"

"What happens next? No way! In your original destiny, the highlight of your life was only just beginning after you killed Ferrus Manus."

"Night Haunter, could we not talk about this?" Fulgrim's voice was pleading.

"No, this is a very important part of the original destiny."

"And after that, you'll be Daemonhood, which will be much more interesting than what you're doing now."

"Although you grabbed Ferrus Manus when you were conscious just now, in your original destiny, you almost refined Perturabo."

Um?

"Refine?"

"To put it simply, it's a sacrifice. In order to Daemonhood, he plans to sacrifice everything you have, Perturabo."

Bang!

Fulgrim fainted again.

"Prime Minister Ma, wake him up, the story isn't over yet."

"Maybe... we should just forget about it."

"Madian, give him some stimulants."

"I will obey the Night Haunter."

"Yes, the Boss!"

"Curze, if it really doesn't work out, then let it go. This is too cruel," Vulkan said.