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In the deep cave, Fulgen, who had regained his human form, was crying. He thought of his past, and then felt extremely regretful.
He still remembered his original oath. After the Emperor found him again from the stars, Fulgrim returned to the Human Empire. However, the number of warriors created using his gene seeds was very small and their numbers were declining. In order to cheer up his own
Legion, Fulgrim gathered everyone together and announced his order.
"We are the Emperor's children, and we want all the guys who look down on us to know this. We are perfect warriors and will not let down the Emperor's expectations. We will never fail!"
The Emperor was so impressed by them that he gave them a unique honor: the Legion of the Emperor's Children could adorn their breastplates with the Imperial double-headed eagle.
Fulgen still remembers the scene of taking the oath.
But everything changed after the Horus Heresy. Chaos designed an exquisite conspiracy against Fulgrim. The sword that Fulgrim captured and used during the Great Crusade hid a great demon of Chaos.
After he got the sword, the Chaos Demon kept whispering to him, corroding his thinking.
Horus was changed by the four gods of Chaos. He found Fulgrim immediately. Fulgrim did not want to betray him at first, but the long-term corruption of Chaos and his friendship with Horus finally made Fulgrim fall in love with him.
The pirate ship became a member of the rebel army.
The damage Fulgrim caused was far more than that. The corruption spread from him to the officers of the Legion, and eventually corrupted most of the Emperor's Children Legion. Fulgrim also killed another person under the control of the Chaos Demon in the subsequent battle.
A Primarch, Ferus, beheaded him.
Killing his brother with his own hands made Fulgrim even more crazy, and he completely fell into schizophrenia.
After Horus was defeated by the Emperor, the Emperor was seriously injured and had to enter the Golden Throne. Guilliman took over the position of regent of the Empire. Fulgrim again seriously injured Guilliman in the battle and cut his throat, so Guilliman also had to enter.
The static force field sustains life.
Killing one and seriously wounding another. Such a record was once Fulgrim's pride, but now it is his nightmare. When recalling all this, the Primarch of the Emperor's Son sobbed softly, and his long silver hair was scattered on the stone bed.
, the whole person was devastated.
He could not forgive himself for what he had done. He had no face to face the Emperor who had rescued him. He had no face to face Guilliman who was standing in front of him. He covered his face with a blanket, feeling extremely ashamed.
The Emperor sighed softly, and the Lord of Mankind opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Finally, the Emperor said: "Fulgrim, get up, I need your strength."
"...and I will serve you once again, father." Fulgrim finally calmed down his emotions. There were still tears on his face, but the Primarch of the Emperor's Children, who pursued perfection, had quickly recovered, and
Just like when he was first found by the Emperor.
Fulgrim would never allow himself to have any flaws. He tried hard to show respect and seriousness, but when he saw Guilliman standing in front of him, his pale and handsome face was still a little ashamed:
"I...I'm sorry, Guilliman..."
At this point, Fulgrim's face felt as if it had been cut by a knife, and endless pain filled all his emotions. He still remembered the moment when he beheaded Ferus, and also remembered how he ruthlessly mocked Guilliman, and finally
The scene of cutting his throat.
The painful memories of the past almost took his breath away.
"Oh! No!" Guilliman had tears in his eyes. He rushed forward and hugged Fulgrim into his arms: "Welcome back! My brother!"
Fulgrim's eyes heated up, and the Primarch of the Emperor's Son stood stunned for a moment, then patted Guilliman twice on the back: "Thank you... thank you."
A few words are worth a thousand words.
"Welcome back! My brother!" Angron laughed loudly and went up to hug Fulgrim: "How was it? How does it feel to be back?"
"It's not good. It has been a nightmare for ten thousand years. This is an eternal stain in my life. I will never forgive myself, but I am ready. I will atone for what I have done." Fulgen.
Gradually regaining his rationality, he hugged Angron and at the same time slapped Angron hard on the back: "Damn it, so you are here. When you disappeared, Khorne was furious and asked who took your head.
Just give it to him..."
"You can directly be promoted to Demon Prince, right?" Angron said helplessly: "We have already heard Magnus say this once."
"Damn it, I just listened to Magnus's communication, saying that we should return Guilliman to his crystal coffin, so I led the people to the agreed place." Fulgen said sadly.
He took a towel from the hand of the imperial guard and wiped his face vigorously: "He must have been transformed back like Angron, right? Where are the others?"
"He sits on the Golden Throne," the Emperor said calmly, "to atone for his foolishness."
"Oh, that's a really good idea. At least my father doesn't have to sit on the Golden Throne anymore." Fulgrim stretched out his hands, parted his silver hair from the middle, and draped it behind his shoulders: "So, I am the third
indivual?"
"It may be difficult for us to get Mortarion out of the Eye of Terror. The disappearance of Angron and Magnus made Nurgle, who loved his children, uneasy, so he strictly ordered Mortarion not to leave the Eye of Terror.
Eye." The emperor nodded gently, and his tone was very cold: "I don't want to touch Petrabo's iron barrel array yet, so you should be the last one in the near future."
"It seems like I'm lucky. Now, I'm back." Fulgrim nodded, his eyes still a little ashamed, but judging from his demeanor and tone, the original body of the Emperor's Son who pursued perfection in the past has returned.
: "Can you tell me what's going on? Father?"
Many memories flashed through the emperor's eyes. He finally nodded and told Fulgrim the ins and outs of the matter and the existence of Ryan: "He is the last gift Malcador left for me."
"Hello, my brother." Forgan shook hands with Ryan. The silver-haired handsome man showed perfect etiquette and behavior, with a touch of gratitude on his face: "I don't want to say more,
I will prove everything with my performance."
"Then I'm looking forward to it, brother." Ryan showed a smile. Before Fulgrim's perfect posture, Ryan's performance was not natural. The brother in front of him was different from Angron and Guilliman. He seemed to be born with difficulty.
Make people feel close.
A specially customized aristocratic dress was put on by Fulgen, which reflected an almost perfect aristocratic temperament. He tied on his belt, tied his scarf, and adjusted his collar.
After getting dressed, Fulgan's eyes looked a little sad: "Father, can I ask you something?"
"you say."
"I know your ability is resurrection... I want to know, can Ferus and the others come back?" Fulgrim tried to ask. Upon hearing this question, both Angron and Guilliman looked expectantly.
Looking at the majestic figure of the emperor.
But this time they were disappointed. The emperor shook his head lightly and said in a very soft voice: "It has been ten thousand years."
Yes, it has been ten thousand years, and the four original bodies present sighed for it.
Fulgrim had only sadness on his face. Killing Ferus with his own hands and seriously injuring Guilliman had always been his nightmare: "I am truly unforgivable. I owe you and everyone so much, father."
"Then I need your strength, Fulgrim, and you will travel with me to the south to Tyrell."
"There is also the ruins of an ancient saint there. I won't bother Ryan this time. I may need you to stay in this world. It's not the right time for you to return to the empire now... I can't stay here for a long time. Some
I have to leave it to you."
"As you send, Father."
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When the baron returned to his territory, he was treated like a hero in triumph. The territory was decorated with lights and colorful lights, and people cheered wantonly, cheering for the baron's victorious return and cheering for another victory of the kingdom.
The serfs will not think so much. Ignorant people also have valuable qualities. The baron is a Holy Grail Knight. As long as it is done by a Holy Grail Knight, it is right. As long as a Holy Grail Knight goes out to fight, then he will definitely win. This is the kingdom.
consensus of the people.
Although this situation is not absolute, the serfs never think so much. What they know is that the baron destroyed the Red Duke and his army, and our hard-earned good days finally no longer need to be disturbed by the undead.
In early summer, the farmland above the wilderness was all green. Ryan rode a war horse directly across the road. The silver psychic power armor and the Holy Grail Knight badge in front of him explained his identity.
"Hello! Your Excellency, Baron!"
"My respects to you, Your Majesty the Baron!"
"Good afternoon, Your Excellency, Baron."
"Hello, everyone!" Ryan greeted his subjects politely, and the Red Duke's head hanging on the butt of the elf war horse Grape bounced as the horse moved.
In the distance, the baron's castle stood on the ground. It seemed that he had returned early. Francois's army had not yet arrived at the Jean Territory, so Ryan trotted into his castle alone.
Everyone in the castle has learned of his return. The female knight, wearing the standard uniform of a marquis, welcomed him out happily: "Ryan, you are back!"
"Yes, I'm back, Sulia." Ryan turned over and dismounted, and saw Sulia's beautiful figure. His face was also full of smiles. The Holy Grail Knight stretched out his arms and allowed Sulia to rush into him.
In his arms, he held her full.
"It's great that you are okay, Ryan." Lidya Su leaned gently on Ryan's chest and whispered: "I have always been worried about you, especially after Miss Veronica came back, she said
You stay here with Gerald, Alfred and Miss Theresa..."
"Things went smoothly, but the process was by no means easy." Ryan held the female knight in his arms, and he felt a little sad: "Alfred and Gerald were both injured, especially Theresa.
He covered our retreat, used too much magic, and is now in a coma."
Lidya Su looked at Ryan with some worry: "Is Miss Theresa okay?"
"It shouldn't be too serious. I just need to rest for a few months." Ryan shook his head and smiled bitterly. He took the female knight's tender little hand and walked toward the interior of the castle together: "By the way, where are Veronica and the others?"
"Miss Veronica and her people returned to the Baronial Territory a few days ago. She and two other demon hunters, including Estelle, Dess and Mr. Amber, returned to the territory. They all suffered some injuries.
Injuries." Sulia said gently: "The injuries are not too serious. I have paid the reward to the demon hunter. Mr. Estelle and Mr. Dais will get leave. As for Miss Veronica, she
Now we are continuing to monitor the progress of our wizard tower."
"A desperate woman." Ryan knows Veronica too well. She has always been like this. If Ryan is by her side, she will occasionally stop to enjoy the tender time between the two of them. But as long as Ryan is not around, she is like a computer.
A resting machine never stops.
"What about you? Do you want to work so hard? Ryan?" Sulia had a faint smile on her face, and she said to Ryan: "The bath water has been arranged, and your dark elf maid Olika has already
Waiting for you in the bathroom."
"Okay." Ryan nodded continuously. After the long battle, the infiltration with a narrow escape, the hard battle at the end, and the consumption of purifying Fulgrim, Ryan did feel tired.
Fifteen minutes later, the bathroom in the castle.
Thick mist filled the air. Ryan relaxed his body into the hot water and took a long breath. This time in the battle, his strong body had a few small wounds, but he recovered quickly.
The sound of water, the white ceramic tiles, the large bathtub, and the water outlet of the lion sculpture are all masterpieces of the craftsmen of Wynford Palace.
The water waves are clear and swaying in the bath. Outside the window, the mountains are undulating and clouds are lingering. The early summer wind blows the green leaves on the boulders in the valley, contrasting with the blue water of the Chinon River. Inside the bathroom, the dark elf is sitting
Behind Ryan, rub Ryan's back
, her waist-length black hair covered her fragrant shoulders and her wheat-colored skin, a pair of small hands held a towel, and she wore a black and white maid outfit, just because in the bathroom, the dark elf took off her stockings, revealing her
Her long, delicate legs and bare feet: "Master~"
"Olica, has there been nothing going on at home for a while?" Ryan enjoyed Orica's service comfortably.
"No, Miss Sulia is very kind and gentle to all of us. She handles everything very well."
"That's good." Ryan nodded, and it was indeed right to choose Lidya Su.
"But..." The dark elf seemed hesitant to speak.
"But what?" Ryan turned around and kissed Olica on the lips.
"Her Highness Morgiana's temper has not been very good recently. I can see that she is very restrained, but... Master, I think you should go and see her." The dark elf carefully probed: "Because... I can see
I wonder what she really wants to say to you."
"I also plan to go to her and report the situation after taking a shower, but before that~" Ryan smiled evilly and stretched out his hand.
The screams of the dark elves and the sound of splashing water came from the bathroom. After that, the sound gradually became smaller and then became inaudible... (To be continued)