Daemonhood

"No, Vulkan, he must know the fate that is meant to be known. You pity him now, but no one pitied me back then."

To be honest, in the Night Haunter's heart, Fulgrim was like a white moonlight—a figure of unattainable love.

When he told Fulgrim about the Prophecy of betrayal, the latter claimed he had gone mad.

Now that he can finally tell all these things, and they can all corroborate each other, he naturally has to tell them.

Not long after, with the help of Madian's super medical technology, Fulgrim awoke.

"You're finally awake, Fulgrim. The climax of the story is about to begin, and you can't miss it."

Why can't you just make me faint?

"After all, this is your destiny. Don't be so cowardly, Fulgrim."

"Alright, Night Haunter, let's stop for a moment."

The Night Haunter looked in the direction the voice came from; it was Dorn speaking.

"Dorn n't worry, your condition isn't much better."

Huh?!

Dorn never expected such a scene to unfold.

Horus knew at the time that Fulgrim's body had been possessed by Daemon, but considering his strategic value, he chose to turn a blind eye.

"To seek help from a tiger?" Lion El'Jonson said, looking at Horus, who was now completely in a deep state of suspended animation.

"Yes, Lion El'Jonson, you're absolutely right. It was like trying to get something from a tiger."

But everyone present knew that Lion El'Jonson was just saying that in a slightly more palatable way.

Based on everything they now know about what has happened in their destiny, Horus is no longer himself.

"During the Horus Heresy, Fulgrim told Perturabo that in order to make the Warmaster's forces stronger, he needed to find a powerful and ancient weapon."

"That weapon is located within the Eye of Terror; Fulgrim calls it the Angel Exterminatus."

"Of course, before that, Fulgrim gave Perturabo a Morgott's Stone. Remember this, it will be on the test later."

"The two led their troops to the ancient Aeldari world of Idriss, and after a fierce battle with its slumbering guardians, they entered a vast space."

"Once inside, Fulgrim tore off his mask of pretense."

"He tricked Perturabo not to find any Angel Exterminatus, but to make himself more perfect."

"Now I'd like to ask a wise brother to tell me, what is Fulgrim's plan? Or rather, what is the key point of this plan?"

It's that darn question-and-answer time again. The last time the Night Haunter asked a question, nothing good came of it, and this time is even worse.

"The Morgott's Stone that you just mentioned, the one Fulgrim gave us," Perturabo said.

Ever since he heard that Fulgrim would be detrimental to him, Perturaber had been on high alert, especially after the Night Haunter specifically reminded him of the Mogta Stone.

At that moment, Perturabo realized the key point in just a split second.

"Very good, Perturabo, you are very wise, then I will continue."

Just as the Night Haunter was about to continue his speech, the image appearing in the Klein bottle changed again.

Strangely enough, what's shown on this screen is the entire process of Fulgrim's Daemonhood.

In the scene, Fulgrim is seen using the power of the Morgott's Stone to absorb the Essence of Perturabo.

At first, he was so smug because he thought he had Perturabo completely under his control.

But when the remnants of the loyalists came to seek revenge, they shattered the Stone of Mogta, and at that moment, Fulgrim was so pitiful and pathetic.

At that moment, Perturabo also regained some of his strength, and then he smashed his hammer into Fulgrim body began to shatter.

In the scene, Fulgrim's skin crumbled and fell off inch by inch, and then he transformed into a snake demon.

Its back has Daemon wings, it has four arms, and its lower body has transformed into a snake tail.

"Laer?!"

Akurduana looked at the image of Fulgrim after his Daemonhood and immediately recognized where the figure came from.

"That's right, it's the Laer civilization. In fact, whether it's Fulgrim, Mortarion, or Angron, they were basically all preordained by the Chaos Gods," Curze said at this moment.

"No, this isn't real!"

"The picture of fate was laid out before you, leaving you no choice but to believe it, Fulgrim."

"Also, any quick-thinking guys out there who can guess what that tail of his is?"

"Night Haunter, can you please not ask such questions? We don't want to answer them right now," Roboute said.

The Night Haunter wasn't smiling, but all the Primarch could see that something was lurking in his eyes.

Therefore, they dared not answer, nor did they want to answer.

In their simple understanding, a tail can only be a tail; what else could it be?

"That's why they say Warp God inhuman; they just have too many tricks up their sleeves."

"Based on basic human understanding, it's impossible to even imagine that level," the Night Haunter said with some disappointment.

Hearing the disappointment in the Night Haunter's tone, the Primarch were somewhat driven to despair.

Please, what's there to be disappointed about?

"Alright, the answer is revealed: after Fulgrim fell into Chaos Daemonhood, his tail became *!"

"Vomit!"

Fulgrim was the first to lose control and started gagging.

"Your mental fortitude is too weak, Fulgrim. You've done a lot more perverted things since you Daemonhood."

"For example, you could have your Scions Ferrus Manus, and then you could try to persuade him to rebel again and again, but he keeps refusing, so you could cut off his head over and over again."

Bang!

Fulgrim fainted again.

"Night Haunter, please say less and don't provoke him."

Ferrus Manus quickly moved Fulgrim to the side of the steps so he could rest against them.

"Ferrus Manus, you're no better off. After your head was brought back by Dorn, your Scions made you a fake body and then electrified it."

"You were clearly electrocuted and had spasms, but they say you 'Resurrection."

"This matter infuriated Vulkan so much that he almost wiped out your Legion."

"When your head was first cut off, it was Fulgrim who personally handed it to Horus."

Horus often placed your head beside his throne and poured out his troubles, but later Horus may have gone mad, for he even bit your head.

"I heard it tasted amazing back then, and they took a really big bite."

Bang!

Bang!

Horus could hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, utterly defeated. Ferrus Manus never imagined that his end would be like this.

Ferrus Manus couldn't catch his breath and immediately fainted.

Boom!

The Lord of Drakes was so tormented by this damned fate that he was speechless. All he could do was pick up his hammer and keep tearing apart the floor of the Throne Room.