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Saint Gilles is not just a Primarch who is so perfect that he is most like an Emperor.

He himself was actually the emperor of the Second Empire!

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In short, this is actually not a good thing.

Look at the expressions on Guilliman and Johnson's faces right now; they seem a bit helpless.

They had sworn an oath to be loyal to Saint Gilles.

Although they had only been sworn in for a short while, the three of them immediately disbanded the Second Empire and rushed to Terra to rescue the Emperor after learning that he was still alive.

But what's done is done, like water spilled, it can't be taken back.

At that time, the three of them had not yet received a response from the emperor, that is, they had not yet received the emperor's order on whether or not to deal with them.

Of the three, one died, and the emperor sat on his golden throne in silence.

Even though ten thousand years have passed.

But the hurdle of the Second Empire was still on the minds of these three brothers.

However, despite some unease about past mistakes, the resurrection of Saint Gilles is more important than anything else.

Johnson and Guilliman quickly exchanged a glance, then warmly welcomed Saint Gillespie.

Like the two of them, the other brothers were also in love with Saint Gilles.

She's the most perfect angel!

This can also be translated as: the Imperial Succubus is the most sociable and emotionally intelligent of the angel brothers!
For a moment, even the deeply resentful Imperial Baltman Corax couldn't help but sidle up to Saint Gilles and offer him words of comfort.

Amid the concern of his many brothers, Saint Gilles smiled as he looked at his own body and clenched his fists.

"My life did not end as I had been destined to."

When I went there, I couldn't have foreseen this future!

He sighed and then nodded slightly to the emperor.

Then, he turned around and looked curiously at Downton and the other two.

Staring at Downton, he spoke to the Emperor without turning his head.

"Father, is that the benefactor and god who brought me back from the brink of death?"
If Luo Jia… that damned Luo Jia could see this moment, perhaps he wouldn't still see you, Father, as his heart's desire?

As soon as he finished speaking, Saint Gilles bowed slightly and greeted Downton.

Seeing Saint Gilles' smile, Downton waved his hand and laughed.

"Alright, go sit over there first, and let your brothers sit down too."

I'm not just saving you, you dead man, but the entire fucking human empire.

Seriously, putting "fucking" in front of your human empire is fucking apt.

This shitty, fucking world needs special methods to be redeemed.

Whatever you want to say, wait until I bring all of you loyalists back first.

"You have eight now, right? There's still poor Feralus huddled in the Cursed Legion, waiting for me to save his body and soul."

As soon as he finished speaking, Downton pointed to the large table, and Saint Gilles quickly moved over and sat down obediently.

The other Primarchs quickly returned to their positions, their eyes fixed intently on Downton, anticipating the most sacred moment to come.

While the Primarchs were filled with anticipation, the Imperial Guards standing respectfully around them couldn't help but stretch their limbs.

Watching the Emperor and Primarchs return before their very eyes, the Imperial Guards were filled with indescribable excitement.

If they didn't have heart conditions, they probably would have collapsed long ago!

At this moment of great attention, Downton turned his head and smirked at death.

"Sister Death, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard work, it's all for the sake of delirium. In order to free her mind from this bizarre and absurd world, we must end the inherent fate of this world as soon as possible."

Creating a world is indeed a fun game, but even if it's fun, our sisters shouldn't get addicted!

Death responded with a sound, then raised its hand and waved.

A figure immediately appeared in front of everyone.

This figure not only possessed a body as tall as each Primarch, but also a pair of metal arms that shimmered with silver light!
That hand was his steel hand.

That hand was also an activated metal from a space necromancer.

Shortly after the Primarchs were created, the machinations of Chaos swept over them, sending them to planet after planet destined for them.

Of course, the fates that are in accordance with this are actually the fates that Tzeentch and others set for the Primarchs.

In short, it was during that catastrophe of the Primarch's dispersal.

Felus Manus was sent to a planet called Medusa.

The planet's environment was already bad, extremely bad, with frequent and severe disasters occurring on its surface.

Thus, as soon as he was able to move, the young Pherous quickly hid in all sorts of underground caves to escape the endless natural disasters on the surface.

Against this backdrop, Ferrus unsurprisingly discovered a peculiar space capsule in some underground ruins.

That spaceship looked completely out of place in the tribal society of Medusa; it was far too advanced.

Drawn to it, young Ferrus immediately conducted some rather rudimentary research on it, and then released the dangerous space monster.

It was an exceptionally large mechanical centipede, a tomb hunter of space undead.

Manus's study of the runes and bamboo shoot-shaped electrical conductors in the spacecraft awakened him from a long slumber.

Once awakened, the Tomb Hunter immediately emerged from underground and reached the surface, using its enormous body and powerful metal limbs to bring even more disaster to Medusa's already calamity-ridden planet!
Feralus Manus was an exceptionally serious and perfectionist man, and given his personality, he could not ignore the tomb hunters.

Even if it was a powerful weapon of war from the Necromancers of the Space, a being as dangerous as the Chaos Demon.

Even the young Feralus Manus was determined to destroy it completely.

Since it was he who released this monster.

Then he should be the one to clear his name of his mistakes.

And so, he followed in the footsteps of the Tomb Hunter, that is, the colossal mechanical centipede, roaming the entire planet Medusa.

The native inhabitants of Medusa were so tormented by the mechanical centipede that they named it the Silver Dragon Asenos.

And Felus, the child who always followed the silver dragon Artenos, was also regarded as a god by the natives of Medusa!
Of course, some people also regard Felus as a calamity, believing that the silver dragon Arthenos was released by Felus.

Okay, they guessed right...

In short, from childhood, Feralus had been constantly following the mechanical centipede, enduring the frequent calamities that erupted on Medusa's landmarks, a pursuit that continued until adulthood. Unlike his other brothers, Feralus did not lead the people of their home planet to overthrow their rulers, nor did he rule the people of his home planet himself.

He simply kept tracking the mechanical centipede while relentlessly training himself in various harsh environments.

He spent his entire childhood and adolescence fighting against the steel centipede.

Until one day, the well-trained Felus engaged in an earth-shattering battle with Iron Man.

In the end, he forcefully shoved the steel centipede into the lava.

As the steel centipede melted, the metals that made it up quickly fused into his swiftly moving hands.

And so, Ferrus acquired a pair of metal hands made of the metal of a space-dead undead.

These hands can not only repair themselves, but also allow Ferrus to deliver attacks that surpass those of the power gauntlets when he is unarmed.

For Felus, punching through a tank's armor is a piece of cake!
However, even with such powerful steel hands, Feralus still did not rule the planet.

After severing his fate with the mechanical centipede, he came to the Medusa tribe and passed on a great deal of knowledge and technology to those tribes.

Technological leaps inevitably lead to war.

With the new technology, tribes began to compete with each other to see who was stronger.

Immediately, tribal wars broke out one after another on the planet Medusa.

However, Ferus did not participate in it, and the Tower of God was somewhat pleased with it.

Because he was a pure social Darwinist, he firmly believed that war was a way for many tribes to demonstrate their vitality, and that humanity would become stronger and more vibrant through constant war.

Time passed day by day on Medusa until one day, the Emperor, this big, golden guy, came knocking on the door.

Upon first meeting the Emperor, Felus sensed his extraordinary nature, and the Emperor, upon seeing Felus, immediately perceived the emptiness in Felus's heart.

Since Ferrus hunted down and defeated the Space Necromancer's Iron Centipede, he hadn't felt the thrill of the hunt for far too long, and he hadn't encountered an enemy as exciting as the Iron Centipede for even longer!
Ferrus has been waiting for a real defeat for far too long.

And so, the Emperor immediately raised his sword and challenged Feralus.

Felus readily accepted the challenge, and the two fought for seven days and seven nights, shattering countless mountains before Felus was finally defeated and followed the Emperor back to the Empire.

And as soon as he returned to the empire, he met someone destined for him.

Fugren, also known as Fugren, was once called the Phoenix of the Empire... the beautiful Fugren.

For example, Grimm was a guy who pursued perfect art to the point of madness. The first time he saw Feralus, he felt that this brother was neither perfect nor artistic.

In short, it's ugly.

Ferrus also thought that his brother Fugan looked too flashy.

Thus, the two had several arguments, and after each argument, they launched a challenge.

They will forge their own weapons in three months, each in the name of their respective art, and then compete to see whose art is stronger!
It's important to know that Ferrus was also a hidden perfectionist, but his perfectionism was closer to Darwinian socialism's exploitative perfection than Fougen's artistic perfection.

When two perfectionists meet, they either never speak to each other again, or they can only admire each other.

Soon, three months passed, and the two of them gathered together with their respective weapons.

Forgrim crafted a warhammer with incredibly intricate patterns, which he named the Shatterer.

Ferrus, on the other hand, forged a simple, unadorned longsword... with an inextinguishable flame burning on its blade, which he named Fireblade.

In a dramatic turn of events, the two, who had initially intended to compare their weapons, found themselves unanimously falling in love with the weapons they had each crafted.

And so, they exchanged the weapons they had forged, acknowledged each other's ideals of perfection, and became best brothers!

Ferrus's perfectionism extends beyond his talent for crafting; he applies it to his command and combat.

For a time, his military achievements far surpassed others, making him one of the top five contributors in various legions.

At that time, before the position of War Commander was determined, there were about five people who were qualified to compete for the position.

Those are Horus, Saint Gilles, Johnsen, Rogdorn, and Feralus Manus.

However, Felus ultimately gave up the election for Warmaster and devoted more of his energy to the Empire's expeditions.

Unfortunately, what Felus received was not the final victory of the Imperial Legion, but news of Horus's rebellion.

At the beginning of the Horus Rebellion, Forgrim was the first to come to Feralus and persuade his friend to betray the Empire.

Faced with his friend's betrayal, Felus was enraged and filled with indescribable fury.

His anger stemmed not only from his friend's betrayal, but also from his belief that Fogrem had approached him to persuade him to betray Fogrem because Fogrem himself was capable of betrayal!
This realization disgusted Feralas; he couldn't accept that the perfect man possessed a weakness that could lead to infidelity.

And so, Felus and Fugan got into a fight.

In this battle, Felus shattered the fire blade he had given to Fugen.

Logically, he should have defeated Fugen.

However, his relationship with Fugen ultimately gave him a weakness that made him less than perfect.

His Shatterer Warhammer was tricked by Fugan, who then used it to knock Feralus unconscious.

But Fugen did not kill Feralus because he also cherished his relationship with Feralus.

And so, their fates, after this inconclusive battle, converged in the war that took place in Istvaan.

At that time, the Emperor dispatched the Iron Hands of Feralus, along with the Eighteenth Legion of Salamanders and the Nineteenth Legion of Raven Guards, to quell the rebellion on Istvan V.

But that was actually a trap prepared by Chaos for the three of them.

Originally, their three legions were already in dire straits, but Felus actually ignored Vulcan and Corax's plan to observe the situation for the time being and led the veteran soldiers of the legions into the rebel territory by himself.

As someone who considers himself perfect, Feralus cannot tolerate any possibility of betrayal.

Cold and hard like a machine, he viewed Fugen's betrayal as a system vulnerability and a virus. He vowed to kill Fugen as soon as possible so that he could be perfect again.

And so, Felus walked right into Fugen's trap.

Even when he was cornered, Feralus would never surrender!

And so, in the end, Fuggen personally cut off Pheros's head and presented it to Horus.

Horus placed Pheros's head on his throne in his warship and spent his days in a state of mental schizophrenia, chatting, laughing, and cursing with Pheros's head.

As for Fugen, after killing his best friend, he also went insane.

He even cloned countless Feralas, just to find this former confidant.

But even among Feralus's clones, not one accepted Fugen's invitation.

Thus, Fuggen was forced to personally kill countless clones of Feralus.

And so, Fugen went completely mad. Feralus became his shadow, making him unable to face his own betrayal.

And so, Fugen completely lost his will as Primarch and human, surrendering himself entirely to the embrace of Chaos, becoming the future Great Man and Slaanesh's chosen one. (End of Chapter)