I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 604 Taviz emitted a sharp, explosive sound.
A furious roar erupted from Thor's throat; he felt himself almost transformed into a beast controlled by rage.

That was the rage originating from his genetic seed, the rage from the source of his genetic sequence ten thousand years ago, the rage of a warrior who had been betrayed by his own genetic father.
But before this anger, a fleeting sense of bewilderment crossed Thor's mind.
Many fragmented memories flashed before Saul's eyes.

That noble purple figure, that Phoenician king, that phoenix prince,

That beautiful man who remained untouched by the filth even amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood...
Even after countless battles, the Primarch's glory had never faded in the slightest.
That emperor's son, who was almost the embodiment of perfection and pride on earth.

He seemed to see the beautiful purple-clad figure smiling as she picked up a little girl and placed her on her shoulder, while countless people cheered at the sight.

Just looking at that figure, Thor felt a surge of emotion. He was even willing to give up his pursuit of perfection and pride to serve him and the Emperor wholeheartedly.
But all of this shattered in an instant, leaving only betrayal, bombing, slaughter, and a twisted, slimy, half-human, half-snake demon.
It was in the shattering of this beautiful illusion that boundless rage was born.
Thor drew the Necromancer's Phase Sword he had just retrieved. Without even thinking about what to do, his body moved on its own, even more agile, swift, and unpredictable than usual.

“Traitor!!” Thor roared, his blade pressed against Fugen’s throat.

Fugen, however, merely wore a melancholy smile as he looked at Saul with a complex and slightly surprised gaze.

“Taviz?” he murmured softly.

Bang! ! !
The blades clashed, and a longsword as slender as a serpent's fang blocked Thor's attack with its Hyperphase Blade.

That was an Astartes wearing Mark IV power armor, the purple and gold of which was engraved with oaths for battle.

"Are you insane? As the son of an emperor, how dare you harm our Primarchs who have returned to purity?" the Astartes swordsman questioned.

"I am the son of the phoenix, I am the son of Rogue Dorne!" Thor roared in response.

"What nonsense are you spouting? How does that rock of Roger Dorn resemble a phoenix?" the Astartes swordsman roared.

The two swordsmen were standing very close, so close that Thor could even see the oaths of war engraved on the swordsman's power armor. The contents of those oaths felt strangely familiar to Thor.

Thor's gaze froze as some memories hidden in his genes resurfaced, and he vaguely saw the figure of the person before him in those memories.
Flavius ​​Alkenes, head of the Phoenix Guard and chief of the Primarch Guard, sided with Vograim during the Battle of Eastvan III.
Another traitor.
The sharp, hyperphase sword instantly drew several deadly blades, forcing Alkenes back several steps.
This left even the former commander of the Phoenix Guard feeling somewhat bewildered. There was no doubt that this young man attempting to attack the Primarch was a son of the Emperor.
But how could his swordsmanship be so exquisite?

Alkenes's martial skills were not bad. Since the death of Fugen's eldest son and chief court swordsman, Akulduna, there had been no swordsman in the entire legion who could completely suppress him, and those who could match him were few and far between.
Arkenes paused for a moment, suddenly realizing that the swordsmanship of the person before him was familiar, and the person's face also seemed somewhat familiar.
“Taviz? Is that you?” Alkenes called out tentatively.

But the only answer he received was an even more deadly blade.

Arkenes calmed himself and banished the bizarre thought from his mind.

Taviz is dead. He died on the Istvan III.
Could it be that his genetic seed has been passed down?
"Alkenes? I thought he died at Fabius's hands."

That sinister voice whispered in Thor's mind:

“Tavitz’s memory is correct. He is the commander of the Phoenix Guard, and perhaps the last Phoenix Guard in the galaxy.”

"As far as I can remember, he seems to have joined the Phoenix Cult of Aidoron, but he is completely out of place with the Phoenix Cult or the entire Sons of the Emperor. He doesn't self-harm, doesn't indulge in much sex, and doesn't have any mutations. He's practically the same as he was back then."

"That's why he wasn't very popular. Edoron sent him to Fabius Bayer's side, and then we lost contact with him. I never expected him to appear here."

"Kid, even if Taviz himself were here, he wouldn't be able to break through his defenses this quickly, but if it were my power..."

A sinister temptation swirled in Thor's mind, and his will, consumed by rage, wavered for a fleeting moment.
If we can kill Forgrim.
The thought flashed through Thor's mind for only a moment, but in that instant, Thor suddenly felt a surge of power within his body.
A sinister, arrogant, and tyrannical force.

Suddenly, he felt the hilt of a sword in his left hand, which was not holding a sword, and a long, twisted sword appeared in his hand.
The sword was unlike any human weapon; it gleamed with a sinister light and transformed into a swarm of serpentine sword beams the moment it appeared in Thor's hand, piercing towards Alkenes.

His right hand wielded the sword with steady and swift movements, while his left hand's movements were sinister and unpredictable, like a hawk and a venomous snake intertwining.
Alkenes' Phoenician Blade was difficult to parry, and the last Phoenix Guard also recognized Thor's left-handed swordsmanship.

"Taviz on the right, Lucius on the left, how did you learn your swordsmanship?"

"Don't your left and right hands start fighting each other?"

Alkenes cried out in alarm.
He himself was a master swordsman, and putting aside the fact that Taviz and Lucius were sworn enemies, their swordsmanship styles were completely different.
But Thor swung the sword without any hindrance, as if two souls within him were wielding it in his place.
Arkenes was unable to defend himself; the Phoenician blade in his hand was deflected, and he staggered back several steps.

"You—hmm?"

Just as Alkenes was about to ask Thor what was going on, he suddenly noticed the shape of the sword in Thor's left hand, and his expression turned horrified:
"A stabbing sword!!"

Fugen's expression darkened slightly: "Lucius?" The piercing sword was the cause of Fugen's downfall; after the demon within it departed, Fugen bestowed it upon Lucius.
Thor let out a low growl and pounced on Fugen.
He was filled with uncontrollable anger and hatred, and countless hateful memories flashed before his eyes.

This time, what stopped him was a dense net of spears.
Those dressed in Hades-type Terminator power armor, resembling the Phoenix Guard's former Phoenix Sons, blocked Thor's way as the chapter commander.

"Commander, stop right now!"

"He is our Primarch!"

"He is the father of our genes!"

“He is the source of our corruption!!!” Thor roared.

"If I may correct you, the sword in your hand is more worthy of the title 'Source of Corruption,'" Fugen said softly, pointing to the dagger in Thor's hand.

Thor paused, somewhat bewildered, as he looked at the dagger that had appeared in his right hand—

Bang! ! !
Thor was thrown out like a rag doll, the dagger flying out with a thud, landing on the ground, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Fugen appeared in front of Thor without anyone noticing, and with a single blow, he knocked Thor down and sent the stabbing sword flying.

He looked down at Thor from his high vantage point.

“Lucius is on you.”

This is not a question; the archetype is quite certain of it.
He grabbed Thor's shoulder armor, lifted him up, and kicked him to his side.
Then, Fugen tilted his head and leaned close to Saul's ear:

"Lucius, if you dare to possess this body, if you dare to possess this little guy who inherited Taviz's genetic seed..."

"I will stuff you into an iron coffin that isolates you from all senses, and throw you into the endless void in Doraemon's pocket, so that you can experience eternal boredom and tranquility, without joy, without honor, and forgotten by all living beings."

His voice was so warm, yet so cold and piercing.
The cold, sinister soul within Thor screamed and retreated in terror into the depths of Thor's will.

Thor gripped his Phase Blade tightly; at such close range, he could...
"Chaptermaster! Lord Guilliman has accepted our Primarch's existence; he is loyal!"

"And Lord Doraemon has returned! He told us you would be here and sent us to pick you up!"

The members of the Phoenix Clan standing behind Fugen hurriedly spoke.

Upon hearing the names Guilliman and Doraemon, Thor hesitated slightly, but ultimately did not raise the Hyperphase Sword in his hand again.

A slight, unhappy smile appeared at the corner of Fugen's mouth.

"What, is Guilliman more trustworthy than me? Are you my offspring or his?"

Saul stared coldly at Fugen, without saying a word.

Fugen smiled slightly, seemingly unconcerned. He turned his head back, patted Thor's shoulder, and straightened Thor's body.

“Tavez, I know you can hear me.”

"Father is unleashing his cursed legions in large numbers throughout the Neferim Sector, and you must be one of them."

"Was it because this original forged used your genetic seed and resonated with you in some way?"

"Don't worry, I am not him, I am not a corrupt and depraved serpent."

“I am his clone, but I do not belong to the Lord of Thirst. Instead, I belong to your Phoenix, the true Son of the Emperor.”

Saul stared blankly at Fugen before him.
The will named Taviz in his mind trembled slightly, as if it had seen a glimmer of hope.
A clone? Is he really different?

“You need not fear, you need not worry, for I am more perfect than him. I will achieve true perfection and lead you into the realm of true perfection.”

In Thor's mind, Taviz was emitting a sharp, explosive sound.
(End of this chapter)