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Chapter 206 Fulgrim’s Conspiracy

A scorching promethium lamp hung high in a completely enclosed room, and the dim air was filled with the stench of the traitor's body.

Iron chains bound a twisted giant, his face pale and terrifying, and his pitch-black armor roughly removed, leaving only thin and weak clothes and his sturdy muscles.

But he was still a wild beast, looking at those mortals with murderous eyes.

Even if his brothers were wiped out, even if his name as Primarch was shattered by their reckless actions.

The chains made a crackling sound as he struggled, and he looked with disgust at the mortal officer in front of him who was looking down at him through the thick bulletproof glass.

Taylor said, through the glass and the perforated iron vents that allowed sound to pass through. "Are you awake? Traitor."

The Chaos Space Marine looked at the mortal officer and said viciously, "You deserve to die."

"You shall die of fear, of nightmares."

Taylor said tiredly as he looked at the monster and drank the drink that brought him peace of mind from the coffee cup.

"No, I'm tired of chaotic beings like you. The moment you set foot in Macragge, the only place where I can relax, you were doomed to fail."

The Chaos Marine gritted his teeth. "I won't say anything."

"Even if Guilliman were here, I wouldn't say anything."

Taylor smiled. "But this is the Empire. As far as I know, there are 26 kinds of truth serums commonly used in the Empire. How do you think you are immune to them?"

"I can slowly experiment until you can't stand it anymore, starting from the first one and finishing it completely."

"So I recommend that you speak out and avoid physical pain. And don't try to lie to me. My intelligence master will analyze your words. Do you understand?"

The Chaos Marine raised his pale face and looked at Taylor like a greedy madman.

"Your soul, your flesh and blood, all belong to the Lord of Lust. You are still afraid, you are still resisting, but..."

Taylor cursed. "What the hell are you talking about? Give me the full dose!"

Several soldiers approached with white boxes. The Space Marine began to struggle, cursing angrily. "You can't insult me like this!"

Taylor retorted. "When you descend into chaos, you no longer need to be insulted, because you are the greatest filth."

"traitor!"

With that, the soldiers raised the injection and simultaneously smashed the back of the Space Marine's head with the butts of their rifles, hoping to quiet the demigod.

But the monster suddenly spit out a strange sticky liquid from its mouth, which dripped onto the chain and made a worrying sizzling sound.

Acid!

This should have been a modified organ of a Space Marine abandoned by the Empire, but it's clear that the Night Lords still retain this ability.

The chains quickly rotted under his body fluids, becoming brittle and weak, which made Taylor curse.

"The Emperor is above!"

"Roglo! Do it!"

As the Space Marine broke free from his half-rotten chains and stood up, an iron man quickly walked up to him from the wall.

The iron fist hit the back of the Space Marine's head heavily, making him fall asleep instantly.

Taylor said worriedly, "Don't kill him."

The Iron Man replied, "I know my limits."

Taylor sighed. "Nothing is going well. I doubt I can hold out until Guilliman returns."

He tried to relax his mind and looked at the ceiling, as if he had used up all his strength.

By now, the soldiers had also restrained the Chaos traitor's body, and this time they also secured his head, ensuring that he could not spit acid into the chains.

When the stimulant and truth serum were injected into his blood vessels at the same time, this arrogant guy spoke in a daze.

"Ah... my, Lord Primarch... are you there?" Taylor said. "Tell me about your conspiracy."

The Chaos Space Marine's eyes were cloudy, and he struggled frantically, shouting, "No! No! Father! My great father! My Lord!"

"I'll do anything you ask me to do... Please, don't let me step into the haze!"

Taylor said worriedly. "Tell me, how will you deal with Guilliman's return?"

The madman suddenly twitched and began to narrate quietly and submissively.

"The Chaos Gods stir, the Thousand Sons Legion demands Macragge burn like Prospero, and Magnus the Red rejoices at the return of his brother from Hell."

"The Lord of Khorne is raising an army, and dozens of Imperium worlds are burning. Guilliman is the most powerful warrior alive, and the Crimson Lord thirsts for his blood."

"Nurgle bred the plague, hoping to test if the Primarch's genes could hinder the Crucible's power. His children, overjoyed, planned to plague all of Ultramar."

"The Lady of Lust is high above. She intends to attack. Fulgrim has set a trap. When Guilliman returns, he will be crowned with madness."

The narrator wrote down those crazy words. After he finished telling the conspiracy of the gods, the man died from an overdose of drugs.

Taylor sighed.

"That's disgusting."

"The Four Gods are all looking forward to this day, and the Chosen Ones are approaching. What can I do?"

"I'm just a normal guy who wants to have enough delicious food for breakfast tomorrow, that's all."

He grinned. "Investigating the individual who's been acting strangely lately. According to this madman, Slaanesh has set a trap for Guilliman."

"At the same time, we have to find a way to deal with the warships in the sky, which are basically two nightmare arks full of Chaos Space Marines."

Taylor couldn't help but sigh. "What's for dinner, Miss Leitlin?"

The girl answered. "Beans."

Taylor's face froze. "I should have taught you how to make tofu sometime."

"At least that stuff tastes much better than limp beans."

He walked out of the stuffy room and used the auspicious device to look at the gray enemy warship outside the atmosphere in the holographic projection, his eyes becoming heavier.

Unless one of the expedition teams returns, they will never win.

Taylor said, "If I pray to the Emperor right now, asking him to send us his forces, what do you think the chances of success are?"

As soon as the words fell, fierce lights flashed on the Chaos ships. They were light spears and macro cannons.

This was an attack by the loyalists. Those guys instantly turned into smoke of death and scattered among the stars like shrapnel.

At the same time his radio blared.

"I am Cato Sicarius, Captain of the Second Company of the Ultramarines! Honor Guards of Macragge! Tell me, who is defiling our homeworld?"

The voice was elegant and deep, making Taylor feel at ease.

He spoke into the radio. "My Lord, I am the current ground commander, and there is much I need to tell you."

Sicarius hesitated. "Your voice?"

"You sound like the soldier who had a falling out with the Inquisitor before the evacuation of Cadia."

Taylor replied. "It's one of those things where, no matter what, your jaw drops."

Sicarius said doubtfully, "Let's arrange a meeting."

Taylor replied ecstatically, and he was quite happy at the same time.

Because the invincible Second Captain of the Ultramarines has arrived.

And he can give up!
(End of this chapter)