Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 634

"What are you still fighting for, my dear brother... or rather, my stubborn sister?" Fugen's voice was no longer just a sound; it had become tangible, like a deadly mixture of melted honey and highly corrosive acid, carrying both a chilling intimacy and a bone-chilling malice capable of destroying the soul.

His words, accompanied by a dazzling, all-pervasive offensive, relentlessly penetrated Feralas's auditory sensors, even attempting to directly infiltrate the core of her consciousness and corrupt the foundation of her thinking. "Is it for that Corpse King who has long regarded you as a perfect tool, now merely a rotting corpse imprisoned on the Golden Throne, sustained only by the burning of countless souls? He can no longer even grant you a clear decree!"

Or is it for these... fragile, ignorant mortals, born into suffering and destruction, destined to become insignificant dust in the universe? Their value is less than a piece of fine gold worth forging by your own hands!

He could even gracefully free one hand amidst a storm of attacks, his long, perfect fingertips flicking lightly like a conductor's.

A dazzling, alluring pinkish-purple psionic lightning bolt, seemingly embodying all corrupt desires, hissed as it shot out like a venomous snake, precisely traversing the battlefield and striking a Steel Hand warrior in the distance who was furiously plunging his chainsaw into the chest of a Noise Warrior.

The warrior froze instantly. His power armor was not destroyed from the outside, but rather from the inside by a blasphemous force that pursued "form," which stretched, twisted, and reconstructed it. His entire body was like a flower of flesh and blood blooming from the inside out, a flower of extreme pain and bizarre beauty. His final horror and agony were eternally frozen beneath the visor, forming a fleeting, soul-chilling "living sculpture."

“Look! My dear Felus! Open your eyes, truly ‘look’!” Fugen’s tone was filled with a morbid, almost manic appreciation, as if he were admiring a masterpiece of art that had taken so much effort to create. His voice trembled slightly with pleasure. “Is this the value you swore to protect with your life? Is this the fruit of your so-called ‘responsibility’ and ‘sacrifice’?”

How fleeting and fragile is this 'beauty'!

Their sacrifices, their existence, even their suffering, are not even a ripple in this vast and merciless Milky Way!

Only by elevating it, by giving it an eternal 'form,' can it transcend nothingness and touch true eternity! This is the greatest compassion!

Ferrus's offensive faltered for a fleeting moment, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

The sight of the warrior's horrific and blasphemous end suddenly overlapped with the image of the despairing sky, burning land, and countless loyal offspring being slaughtered by their former brothers ten thousand years ago on the Istvaan 5 satellite, roaring in defiance before finally falling silent.

The old traumas and the bloody stench of the tragedy before her were like two cold daggers, piercing the deepest part of her steely will from the left and right, trying to pry open the floodgates of her emotions that had been frozen for millennia.

The cold fury and heavy grief intertwined and surged, almost completely shattering the barrier of absolute rationality, turning the anger into a raging torrent that would burn everything.

"Anger? I feel it! Oh, this burning, pure rage! What a captivating emotion!" Fugen keenly caught the fleeting fluctuation in her mental barrier, and a dazzling, yet chillingly beautiful smile bloomed on his flawless face—a smile brimming with the excitement of discovering the prey's bloodshed. "That's it! My dear sister! Stop binding it with those cold shackles of logic! Don't suppress it! Feel this surging tide of emotion! Embrace it! Pain, anger, hatred, even despair… This is the most primal, purest driving force of life! This is the only path to true 'perfection' and freedom!"

Break free from those ridiculous shackles and embrace me! We can forge this burning passion together into an eternal, indestructible epic of darkness!
"You and I will stand shoulder to shoulder, transcending this corrupt and decadent empire, surpassing that hypocritical Corpse King, becoming the Dark Gods of a new era, sharing all the ultimate experiences and supreme pleasures of this galaxy! What a glorious fall that will be!"

His whispers were no longer just sounds; they transformed into an incredibly powerful torrent of corrupting psychic energy, like countless tiny yet tenacious dark tentacles, frantically probing every crevice of Feralas's mind, hysterically amplifying every wavering and every bit of pain within her, twisting her steadfast beliefs into laughable stubbornness, catalyzing righteous anger into all-consuming madness, and cultivating and distorting all noble qualities into sweet seeds of depravity.

"boom!!!"

Felus unleashed a devastating hammer blow, the Forge Hammer carrying all her fury and will, its violent power forcing the elegant Fuggen to take a step back.

Her respirator emitted a heavy, suppressed hissing sound as she breathed, and beneath her visor, her silver eyes seemed to be churning with thunder and storm.

With astonishing willpower, she was struggling to resist the all-pervasive, sweet-as-deadly mental attack, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions that were about to burst forth and tear her reason back into the bottomless, cold abyss of rationality.

"Your words... after ten thousand years, remain so empty, foul, and meaningless, Fugrim." Her voice was hoarse from the effort to suppress it, but each syllable seemed to have been forged and tempered like steel, becoming colder, harder, and more unshakeable. "The 'perfection' you pursue is nothing but a pathetic, vain revelry before self-destruction!"

It is a swarm of flies naturally attracted after the soul has completely decayed! It is the ultimate manifestation of refusing to grow and indulging in sensual illusions!
My will belongs only to the Emperor and the future of humanity! My anger will only transform into... the power to utterly purify your deformed existence!

"Stubborn to the end!!" For the first time, genuine, twisted rage appeared on Fugen's face. His once flawless features were slightly contorted by jealousy, fury, and the frustration of rejection, revealing the inhuman ferocity and essential emptiness hidden beneath. "Since you cherish this pathetic iron shell and cold logic so much! Then I will tear it apart with my own hands! Smash it! Let's see if the so-called 'essence' remaining inside is still as...fascinating as it was ten thousand years ago!"

His offensive suddenly escalated! His speed, power, and frenzy surged instantly!

The four malevolent weapons transformed into a destructive, deadly net of light that was impossible to see clearly. With unprecedented madness and resentment, it was like a metal storm driven by pure malice and twisted love, completely engulfing Feralus!
Every strike was designed to strip away her armor, shatter her defenses, drive her to the brink, and force her to reveal the "truth" he believed to be hidden deepest within her.

(End of this chapter)