I'm a magnetic field madman

But does it matter? Absolutely not. As long as the original body can be protected, nothing else matters!

kill!!

Calgar roared and continued to smash these heretics with his fists...

Inspired by this, the Ultra Warriors unleashed a frenzy akin to that of the Black Templars, charging out in a state of excitement and high spirits!

Faced with a greater number of death shrouds, Karga's remnant army actually gained a direct advantage... But as Karga instinctively glanced back, he instantly froze on the spot.

call……

The heavy sound of respirators echoed at the empty entrance of Hel Fortress... and from who knows when or where, a huge and terrifying figure passed right through them.

The vibrating fly wings moved silently, and the scythe dripping venom made no airflow.

If it weren't for the faint sounds emanating from that respirator, you might even think that the enormous sound was just a ghost.

However, that's not entirely wrong. He was indeed a visitor who came to reality from an illusion devoid of matter, but he was far, far more terrifying than a ghost.

"It's almost over, Guilliman."

Mortarian gazed at the towering fortress before him and let out a low laugh. He could already sense the presence of his brother, and the pitiful state of being neither alive nor dead.

But it doesn't matter, because soon Mortarian will end his suffering and embrace him in his loving father's arms.

Let's end it all, let's make it all a fresh start.

Awaken from your slumber and join us—Guilliman—and you will be given a whole new life.

97. Fugen's Atonement

"Stop him, quick!!"

The warband commander roared, despair and rage raging through his body like flames, and he clenched his fists...

But what the warband leader found tragic was that his fear even outweighed his rage and despair.

Who can face the Lord of Death without feeling fear?

Calga couldn't do it; he thought he was incapable, that he was a pathetic and incompetent person.

Therefore, someone as incompetent, cowardly, and unqualified as myself should contribute my last bit of value!

"Stop right there!!"

Calga leaped backward like a blue comet. Strangely, miraculously, he didn't activate his jump pack, yet his speed was beyond belief...

His fist, enveloped in a thick layer of electricity, slammed into Mortarian's head... and this power was exactly the same as that used by those aliens!

In a fit of extreme rage, Calga actually managed to tear his own cells apart, completing a transformation of his magnetic field power!

That's a fucking 100,000 horsepower power - Ultimate Explosive Fist!!

"Ok?"

Mortarian, who completely disregarded Karga, intended to casually cut him in two... but an unexpectedly fast punch landed squarely on Mortarian's face!

His head was knocked to the side at a 90-degree angle in an instant... It's safe to say that anyone with normal bones would be finished after being hit like that.

But how could the Primarch be a normal "person"? Moreover, he was a demon Primarch.

"Nice punch."

Mortarian forcefully snapped his head back, then gripped Karga's neck with his other hand, and countless plagues immediately spread towards Karga.

The swarm of viruses, capable of easily devouring an entire Leman Rustank in an instant, encountered obstacles in Karga, progressing very slowly. Mortarian raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly lost in thought...

"Really? Is this what Father meant by... the power of the magnetic field?"

That's neither scientific nor reasonable.

Mortarian pondered this in his mind, for he could not comprehend the principles of magnetic field power at all.

Just as he had once been completely unable to comprehend psionic powers, Mortarian's attitude towards powers he didn't understand and considered unscientific was extremely direct—

"That's all there is to it."

"Motalian said contemptuously, just as he raised his knife to behead Calgar!"

A silver sword light descended from the sky!

Immediately following was a voice filled with anger and murderous intent.

"Motalian, repent!!"

……

When I returned to the Empire, when I returned to the Emperor's command, when I saw my demonic brother once more...

What should I do? How should I approach them?

Feeling the distrustful gazes behind him, whether from the Ultramarines, the Shield Captain, or the Inquisitor named Grefax.

Their gazes were like blades, piercing my heart, relentlessly wounding me with doubt and hatred...

But I couldn't object, I couldn't even refute it, because when I saw the burning Macurag, all I could think of were the ugliest memories.

On Terra, where I once led the Sons of the Emperor... what terrible choices did I make?

It was painful, agonizing, and made Fugen want to kill himself to cleanse himself of these sinful memories.

Especially after he returned to the real universe, these memories tormented him like a persistent affliction.

His memory kept flashing back to those familiar moments, the moment he gripped the dagger!

The moment when Fabius was tricked into injecting alien genes into the Legion's gene seed!

The time has come to obey Horus's command and rebel!

The moment when the Great Demon controlled Ferus and beheaded him!

The moment the soul is stolen! Even

Using Peturabo's power, he completes his ascension to a demon, a moment to truly abandon his human identity!

This is terrible, but it is also fortunate, because Fugen can perhaps be certain that he is that Fugen... at least part of his soul is.

Primarchs cannot be cloned because what is special is not their physical bodies but their souls.

Therefore, Fabius Bayer's experiment is unrepeatable; even after ten thousand years, he would not be able to create a copy of any of the originals.

Souls are drawn to similar bodies, and this was true of Fugen's soul.

Perhaps it was at the moment his soul was possessed by the Great Demon and entered the painting, or perhaps it was at the moment he ascended to demonhood—

A part of Fugen's soul detached from the main body and echoed in the boundless subspace.

He should have disappeared, like Magnus's kindness. Perhaps he should have been captured, like poor Angron, or perhaps he could have been taken back by the Emperor, like Feralus.

But none of that happened. In the end, the fragments of Fugen's soul, along with the equally tragic fragments of Horus, were drawn to their replicas and briefly returned to reality.

Horus died at the hands of his own sons. Fugen, on the other hand, became an eternal treasure.

Now he has gained his freedom, but returning to the empire and to reality, his confusion and pain suffocate him.

As Angron said, the Empire could not accept a traitorous Primarch who had caused irreparable damage to the Empire... and his Imperial Sons would never return.

Akulduna, Sol Taviz, Solomon Demetrius, Fabius Bayer, and even... Lucius.

Time cannot be turned back, mistakes cannot be undone, and faced with the depraved crimes he had committed, Fugen felt only a deep shame etched into his soul...

No matter what he has done, the honor may never return. He will forever be a sinner, forever the lowest of traitors…

For someone whose very being craves glory and better things, what could be more humiliating than this?

Perhaps, like Angron, living without a brain would be happier, or perhaps...

"Yes, we should choose the path we are meant to take. Why should the so-called nobility and greatness be defined by others, especially those who are inferior to us?"

As the whispers of the demon page reached his ears, Fogrim, who was lazily reclining on his velvet throne and indulging in an endless feast of souls, pouted out of boredom.

He was feeling down because the Prince of Pleasure had taken a new lover... but now, feeling the anguish in another part of his soul, he showed an expression of great joy, and even his snake tail was swaying.

He was seducing the fragments of his own soul, and he also longed to obtain this incomplete part of his humanity.

Of course, before obtaining it, he had to ensure that it remained loyal to the emperor's moral decay.

"Shut up!"

Fugen roared, and with a sword strike imbued with magnetic force, he instantly cleaved a towering building in two!

This move, however, seemed to provoke the loyal empire's troops, causing them to point their guns at Fugen's back.

This fact caused Fugen a pang of pain.

“Look, these mediocre people who are inferior to us can only be jealous of our perfection and use their so-called loyalty to deny our goodness.”

The devil Fugen kept laughing wickedly. He understood his own shortcomings and imperfections, and he could use all of this to tempt him into depravity at any time!

Fugen's thoughts were in turmoil, but what finally broke them all was a single sentence from what he considered his brainless brother...

"To hell with glory, I only do what I believe is right!"

His words and reasoning were extremely rude, filled with narrow-minded individualism and self-righteousness. But at this moment, compared to any grand vision, this was more important than solidifying Fugen's convictions.

"Yes, do what you believe is right."

He murmured to himself, as if trying to hypnotize himself, to pull his thoughts away from the abyss of shame.

Without hesitation, he leaped up and, embraced by the magnetic force, headed directly toward Hel Fortress!

The demon Fugen's disdainful curses echoed from the warp, but he no longer paid any attention to them.

Perhaps Fugen still doesn't know what he should say to Guilliman if he met him... but that's okay, just do what you think is right first!

Five hundred thousand bolts of power – the Emperor's Sword!

The sword, carrying the hatred and hostility of the fallen, pierced Mortarion's back!

The spreading, excruciating pain, combined with the magnetic field's power to annihilate his physical structure at the molecular level, caused Mortarian to roar in agony. He then desperately tried to shake off Fugen on his back!

But Fugen was even faster than him, this incomplete Primarch...

With the support of 500,000 horsepower of magnetic field, it can now fight the Primarch to a standstill!

His swift and skillful swordsmanship sliced ​​off one of Mortarion's wings in an instant, while simultaneously unleashing a foul mouth reminiscent of a Khan.

"Fly wings? Mortarian, even if you want to imitate Saint Gilles, you can't let your taste be so bad."

"Forgrim!"

Mortarian roared, shouting out his brother's name, and then charged forward!

Yes, Mortarion does not possess magnetic field power, but he is still the Primarch of the Demons, and still a being standing at the pinnacle of the physical universe.

Without hesitation, Mortarian used the length advantage of his scythe weapon to try to strike first, silently drawing a semi-circle as he charged straight at the enemy.

Carrying the deadly poison of disease and plague, Fugen could only use the Star God Phase Sword in his hand to resist it.

Is Ribs' weapon a good weapon? Of course, even an assassin wielding any phase sword could potentially kill a Primarch.

However, its weakness lies in the fact that its infinite sharpness makes it practically incapable of blocking enemy attacks.

Fugen saw the semicircle of deadly poison. Although he didn't know what the consequences would be if he were hit by that shot, he was sure the outcome would be bad.

If you can't defend with weapons, then use your own magnetic field power—according to Angron, trust this power, trust him completely!

Unparalleled power! Block Mortarian's attack!

In an instant, the magnetic field of Fugen's other hand formed a dazzling lightning sword!

Fugen used its side to block the attack that seemed capable of crushing everything.

The deafening roar of weapons clashing echoed through the air. Flames and thick smoke surged and churned, burning away the highly toxic substances.

The silent demon soul trembled and slurred as the flickering, undying flames licked its body.

Mortarian raised his head, and Fugen responded in kind, causing the Lord of Death to retreat in hunger...

He turned and swung the Silence Sword in a full circle, avoiding the blockade of Fugen's twin swords with the hilt of his weapon, and then swept it horizontally towards his opponent... using his length advantage to escape the attack range of those two deadly weapons.

Silence ripped through the air once more, rushing straight towards Fugen. Fugen took a step back, using his Thunder Sword to parry the long-handled scythe with one hand.

The intense heat from the flashing electric arcs continuously eroded the material of this demonic weapon.

Mortarian thrust forward with the long hooked spike of his weapon, but it was deflected by Fugen's magnetic field.