Chapter 560: You are worthy??

The red-pink wooden door opened with a creak, and white wings slowly unfolded. Bright light was born out of thin air, instantly illuminating the entire Blood Ravens' relic vault.

Those collections that originally hid the evil power of the Warp also retreated under this light, as if no blasphemous things were allowed to exist under this bright light.

Gabriel Angelos saw Sanguinius's figure and was stunned for a moment, because he had not yet asked Sanguinius for help.

But Gabriel Angelos quickly reacted. This must be the effect of the legendary prophetic ability of Sanguinius.

As expected of their gene-father since ancient times of the Blood Ravens!

Sanguinius walked out of the red-pink door, his hair like cast gold hidden under a silver chain headscarf. Beneath the hair was that face whose beauty exceeded the limit of what language could describe. A pair of molten gold eyes were set on this face, staring at the tall figure wearing a cloak and holding God-Breaker with brilliant burning light.

"Fulgrim, Fulgrim, the clone of my brother." Sanguinius's voice was flat and clear like a silver bell.

That figure wearing a hood froze in place slightly.

But he finally just laughed twice, slowly reached out and took off his hood, revealing his face.

In an instant, the radiance on Sanguinius seemed to be forced back by that figure.

Gabriel Angelos and even all the Blood Ravens Terminators took a slight breath, and even Anrakyr the Necron was temporarily stunned by that face.

Even if he was unwilling in his heart, Gabriel still had to admit that the beauty of that face was not inferior to Sanguinius.

Hair as white as snow, a slender face, violet eyes, thin lips that seemed to be smiling or mocking, noble, elegant, beautiful...

If Sanguinius's beauty is holy, then the beauty of this man is shining.

Sanguinius is like a god, like an angel, like the absolute perfection that people cannot reach.

And he is like a model, like a paradigm, like an ultimate embodiment of human beauty.

Primarch Fulgrim, Gabriel and everyone present heard the name of this white-haired person.

Fulgrim moved his slender lips slightly and said in a sincere and pleasant tone: "Sanguinius, I have always longed to see you, the most perfect one among our brothers."

"I thought you would say the most perfect one is yourself." Sanguinius stared at this face and said.

If Guilliman were here, he would probably uncontrollably tear this face apart.

"No, I am still learning, still growing. Before I truly achieve perfection, you are always the object of my learning."

Fulgrim's words can be called humble, or even flattering.

Then he made a gesture, as if referring to someone, and continued:

"As for him, he fell to this point precisely because he is not perfect enough."

This made Sanguinius frown tightly, and he sighed slightly.

He gripped the Spear of Bigu in his hand.

"... I came here following the guidance of our father, brother."

Fulgrim felt the disgust revealed by Sanguinius, and he opened his mouth to explain softly:

"I am different from that him. My soul, my mind, my body are still loyal to our father, and also loyal to you brothers."

"I am willing to be your student, your servant, and accept your teachings, to prove my loyalty."

"Brother, you once gave your fallen scions a chance to become perfect and holy people. Why are you unwilling to give the same chance to your brother?"

Fulgrim's words were earnest and sincere. Even though everyone present knew what crimes this Primarch had committed, they couldn't help but be somewhat confused by his charm... Only one person was an exception.

"Go tell these words to Ferrus. In my opinion, you are just a repeated mistake. I should only kill you to prevent future trouble." Sanguinius's voice was filled with sorrow amidst anger.

The air was silent for a moment.

Then Fulgrim sighed softly.

"I understand, but I will not sit still and wait for death."

Fulgrim raised the God-Breaker warhammer in his hand slightly, but still couldn't help looking at Sanguinius with violet eyes:

"Brother, I am really not much different from him."

"You are not my brother." The only response to Fulgrim was a low roar and the Spear of Bigu that followed.

That teardrop war spear, which the Emperor personally forged for Sanguinius, broke through the air. Its speed exceeded the limit that the visual ability of mortals or even Astartes could see. ===== CHAPTER 561 =====