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Chapter 659 The Ancient Sage's "Weapon"

Are you going to betray our father again?

Holding the flaming sword he had forged for Fugen himself, Felus asked in a low voice,
Clearly, the child's corpse was attempting to attack his mind in this way.

“You may not understand, but if that person were to seize the throne of evil arts in His own way, the pressure on our father would suddenly double.”

"If He cannot hold on, the Lord of Darkness will be born and will personally destroy this galaxy that He cherishes."

Felus's voice was exactly the same as his old voice, causing Fugen's body to tremble slightly for a moment.
But the clone of the purple phoenix gritted its teeth: "I believe in my father, the Lord of Mankind will never fall."

"He has already fallen once, because of your —————"

Before Felus could finish speaking, Fugen, wielding the Brokensmith's Warhammer, charged towards Felus.

"You bastard, if you dare utter another word in Felus's voice, I will make you know what pain truly is!"

Fugen's face was contorted, and the three scars he had carved on his face made him look like a terrifying Gorgon.

A moment of astonishment flashed across Felus's face.
This situation was somewhat beyond his expectations.
How could this happen?

Shouldn't Fugen, when facing Felus, be just like Perturabo when facing his mechanical sister, cowering and afraid to make a move?
Long Linxing clearly used similar psychological tactics to Zhou Yun, but the results were somewhat different.
This annoyed Long Linxing somewhat. At the same time, the time-space reconstruction revealed that Felus and Ryan had taken a considerable toll on him, and the longer they maintained their presence, the greater the drain. The greater the drain he experienced here, the slower Long Linxing's journey to the Ancient Sacred Treasury would be.
But at this point, it's too late to change generals on the spot.
He could only hope that Fugen would still hesitate and waver when facing Feralus.
The flaming sword clashed with the furnace-breaker, sending sparks flying in all directions.

Felus's iron hands were even stronger, forcefully pushing the sword and pressing Fuggen backward. At the same time, the backpack of his Gorgon Armor unfolded, and a pair of plasma burst cannons were launched, aiming at Fuggen's head.

Felus is indeed stronger, but when it comes to speed, Fugen is superior.
Fugen's figure transformed into a flowing pattern of purple and gold, instantly creating distance between him and Feralus. Plasma beams continuously shot towards Fugen, but were always a step too slow, leaving a series of burn marks on the ground.

Exquisite, isn't it?

Even though he is a despicable copy, he still possesses extraordinary talent.

As Fugen dodged Feralas's attacks, he kept his eyes fixed on Feralas, thinking...
He seemed to be talking to himself, yet also to someone else.

He's always been so outstanding. You're right, look at his iron hands, flowing like mercury, strong and powerful, yet capable of creating extraordinary things.

He was closer to the real Feralus than the clumsy clones Fabius created; he was a reflection summoned from time and space, but
“But he’s not Felus,” Fugan shouted, as if speaking to himself, or perhaps to another version of himself.

Yes, he is not. No matter how similar they may look, he is not Feralas.
"He once forged swords for us with his own hands!"

We also forged hammers for him.

“You know that in his eyes, this is the deepest bond.”

Yes, in his eyes, nothing could be more genuine trust than this.
He was a true warrior, and a warrior's greatest concern is always his weapon. He wouldn't allow just anyone to forge a weapon for him, nor would he allow just anyone to forge a weapon for him.
“He trusts us, he depends on us!” Fugen said.

Yes, yes, aren't we the same?

Felus brandished his flaming sword, drawing a deadly arc as he approached Fugen's throat.
Fugen dodged, but the flaming sword still left a molten burn mark on his breastplate.

That was a fine strike, but if the real Felus were here, your head would already be gone.

“This is a sword that Felus forged for us by his own hands, that bastard!” Fugen bit his lip, his violet eyes seeming to turn into burning purple flames.

I really hate you, you little bastard.

"I truly despise you, you coward."

But I hate even more that bastard who toyed with Feralas. Only I could. Only I could toy with Feralas.
Accept my acceptance
"Help me kill him." Fugen's face gradually became more like a ferocious venomous snake, and his aura changed drastically.

In the warp, Forgrim, who was indiscriminately slaughtering the Khorne demons, suddenly trembled.
A bloodthirsty berserker pounced at that moment, his heavy hammer smashing directly into the face of the Slaanesh Primarch.
Fugrim's tail immediately stiffened, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
This scene stunned the bloodthirsty freak, who stared in disbelief at the heavy hammer in his hand.
Forgrim looked somewhat bewildered, not because he had been inexplicably struck, but because...
Rather, it was because he realized that something more essential within him had been lost, flowing into the clone's body.
It's as if something deep within me, my subconscious, believes that I'd rather accept the clone as the real person than who I am now.
And all of this is because
His love for Feralas even led him to betray himself.
"Damn it." Anger surged from the bottom of his heart, and he swung his arms and limbs, swiftly cutting the bloodthirsty monster into pieces.

"I am the true Phagerim, the Phoenix Lord! How dare you, you imposter!"

Fugrim's face twisted in pain, but the Lord of Thirst forbade him from coveting the clone's body at this moment.
"When that person completes their ascension to godhood, I will seize your body, devour your existence, and toy with everything about you."

Fugen held the broken furnace, yet he felt as if his soul had grasped something else entirely.
It was a hidden hunger, unlike greed, which was ugly; unlike gluttony, which was filthy; unlike lust, which was thirsty; unlike the ruthless lust for power; unlike vanity, which was hypocritical; unlike laziness, which was idle.

That was a yearning for perfection, a thirst for absolute perfection, like walking on a thin tightrope, striving for absolute perfection with every step perfectly on the right track. That thirst was Fugrim.

Fugen felt completely different at this moment. His physical body hadn't changed, but on a deeper level, he was different.

At this moment, Fugen understood why he had never been able to defeat Ryan, Saint Gilles, or even Guilliman: because they were not merely human beings.
They are the convergence of the thoughts of countless beings throughout history and at every moment; it is a massive trend that cannot be stopped unless it is an equally massive trend.
But, but the Felus in front of us doesn't have that.

The Pharius before them was hollow; he lacked Medusa's fiery power and the icy chill of her iron hands. He was merely a false entity with Pharius's shell.

He could easily defeat him.
Fugen's body dodged Feralas's next sword strike with near-perfect grace.
His movements were light, fluid, and natural; he had reached the pinnacle of his skill at that moment.

Felus thrust his sword again, but it was pointless. Fugen nimbly dodged the attack once more, his body jerking to the side as he slammed his Forgebreaker warhammer down on Felus's iron hand. Felus's hand shuddered, cracks forming, and the Flame Sword slipped from his grasp.
Felus attempted to use the weapon from his backpack to attack Fugen, but Fugen delivered the Forgebreaker at that moment, grabbing the flaming sword in mid-air.
Phoenix-like flames surged from the sword, its blade piercing straight for Felus's throat.

"Wait... are you going to cut off my head again?" Felus said hoarsely to Fugen. "Don't you feel any regret?"

But the only response he received was a slight movement of the blade in Fugen's hand, which sent Feralus's head flying into the air before crashing to the ground with a thud.

Fugen silently watched the head fall to the ground.
Deep down, he was actually somewhat relieved that Long Linxing was completely unaware of the viciousness.
Such a Felusive approach could only incite the deepest resentment in Fugen's heart. If it were Zhou Yun, he would surely have devised a more vicious and devastating method to crush Fugen's spirit.
Fugen felt a chill run down his spine just thinking about it.

Just then, Fugen heard a loud crash from the side.
His gaze involuntarily drifted over there, only to see the young Ryan locked in combat with Zabril, Thor, and Akulduna.
At the crucial moment of the struggle, a miniature Doraemon pulled an even smaller robot out of its pocket.
The robot was round and chubby, wore sunglasses, and was equipped with a gun.

Mini-Dora dropped a small coin into his back, and then the robot landed on the ground, raising its gun at Ryan.
Boom! ! !
Ryan inexplicably fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but the little robot fired again.
Ryan fell to the ground again, completely unaware of what was happening.

At that moment, Akulduna also charged in, wielding two swords, one of which, the Court Phase Sword, pierced directly into Ryan's body.
Ryan let out a muffled groan, and just as he was about to struggle to his feet, then...
Boom! ! !
The tiny robot fired again, and Ryan once again lost control and fell to the ground.
This time, Fugen seized the opportunity and threw his flaming sword, which pierced right through Ryan's head.

The younger Ryan suddenly tilted his head slightly, fell to the ground, and became silent.

Fugen then picked up the Broken Furnace Warhammer from the ground and looked at the child's corpse standing in front of him.

The child's corpse looked at the murdered Feralas and Lane, shook its head slightly, and then gently beckoned, causing the two Primarch corpses to vanish.

"It seems I still don't quite understand what viciousness or true immorality means."

The child's corpse said with a hint of helplessness:
"Perhaps it's because my creators don't understand either; they value morality too much and care too much about the interests of those insignificant races."

"But unfortunately, their goodwill ultimately failed to save the entire universe. Countless races perished, leaving behind only barren wastelands besides the Milky Way. And the new race that emerged from those barren wastelands was the hungriest, most suffering, and most malicious race in the entire universe."

"Indeed, the road to hell is often paved with good intentions."

As he spoke, the child's corpse moved aside slightly, indicating that Fugen and the others could pass.

Fugen understood that the child's corpse was merely a terminal, and destroying it would be pointless.
Moreover, the child's corpse seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally revealing some information to them, as if it were eager to teach others.

Fugen remained unmoved, leading the angels of forgiveness and the cursed sons of the emperor behind him into the doorway behind the child's corpse.

According to information shared by Zabril, this gate should lead to the former grand library of the Sirius Knights.

According to the information provided by Zhou Yun, this great library is also the core of the entire Dragon Forest Star. The Plague Heart and the Tuchucha Engine were likely embedded in the Ouroboros here.

Logically, Vashtor should have been among them.

Even if he's not there, it doesn't matter. As long as the operation of Dragon Forest Star is halted, Vashtor will have no way to ascend to godhood.
But when Fugen pushed open the door...
There was nothing behind the door; Vastor was nowhere to be seen.
Only the Tuchucha engine was emitting a blazing light, and the spacetime within the entire library began to crumble and disintegrate, with the turbulent airflow making it difficult even for Fugen to enter.

"What did you do?" Fugen turned to the child's corpse and questioned it.

"Longlin Star will complete its final mission in fifty-five seconds," the child's corpse said indifferently. "It will explode, completely annihilating its own existence."

“Tell Ryan that I’m sorry for betraying him; there was indeed some friendship between us.”

"But we must never betray the reason we were created."

"Run, it's all over."

At that moment, Long Linxing emitted a slight tremor, as if it had been embedded in something invisible to the naked eye.

Vashtor hovered in the void, watching as a rift in spacetime was torn open, from which dazzling light burst forth.

The gates to the ancient treasure trove have now been opened.
He could sense that Zhou Yun had devoured the last bit of the Soul Furnace Domain, and Zhou Yun would likely catch up soon.
To completely stop him, Vashtor chose to abandon Dragonlin Star and everything on it, including Perturabo, whom he considered a friend. Of course, Perturabo was a demon prince, and although he would suffer considerable damage this time, at least he wouldn't die.
The moment Vastor steps into the Ancient Treasury, Dragon Forest Star will self-destruct, destroying the path it opened and forever sealing the gates of the Ancient Treasury.

Even if Zhou Yun catches up, he won't be able to enter the Ancient Treasury. As for Vashtor, he has almost abandoned everything, including his domain, his demonic primal, and his most powerful weapon.
Even if he manages to ascend using his "weapon," he'll likely be extremely weak, unable to leave the Ancient Sacred Treasury for countless years. If Zhou Yun were to take some action to block the flow of faith to Vashtor, he might be able to trap him to death.

Vashtor was probably the first god who was imprisoned shortly after his birth.

But Vashtor believed it was all worthwhile; the divine position it had sought for so long was now before it.

He stepped into the ancient treasury to see the weapon.

A soft, flaxen-like light surrounded Vashtor as he opened his eyes and surveyed the ancient treasure vault.

then
He was stunned.

The ancient sage's treasure trove was completely empty; there was nothing there.

(End of this chapter)