Chapter 561: Plankton's Robot

In the Warp, Fulgrim was burned by Fulgrim's scorching pride, his palms aching. Strong disgust prevented him from drilling into this pure body that had not yet been stained by corruption.

What Fulgrim did not expect was that no matter how humble and polite this clone of his pretended to be, he was essentially the same as Fulgrim, both extremely proud people.

What Fulgrim did not expect was that Fulgrim was too proud, proud to the point of looking down on Fulgrim, to the point of loathing Fulgrim, to the point of being unwilling to share a body with Fulgrim even if he died. Fulgrim is not worthy.

Fulgrim determined that the reason Fulgrim was corrupted was that he was not perfect enough, and he himself was a destined perfect person. How could he, who was destined to be perfect and flawless, share a body with a filthy, flawed failure? Fulgrim is not worthy.

In addition, Fulgrim not only believed that the reason Fulgrim was corrupted was that he was not perfect enough, he also believed that the reason Fulgrim was corrupted was that he was not proud enough.

How could a truly proud person allow a mere demon to occupy his body? Allow a mere demon to point fingers in his ear? Allow a mere demon to manipulate him to kill Ferrus?

Fulgrim is still not perfect enough, not proud enough.

Fulgrim's nose lifted slightly, his face distorted by disgust, his thin lips pursed, looking extremely mean. The violet eyes looking at Fulgrim held only extreme contempt.

It was like an elegant aristocrat despising a base prostitute, like a noble emperor looking down on a beggar on the side of the road.

He was too proud, so much so that he even despised the imperfect self.

Fulgrim let out a sharp roar. He was hurt by that look. Uncontrollable anger surged in his heart. He no longer craved to seize this body, but wanted to tear the body of this ridiculous replica directly.

But... but he felt Slaanesh's gaze. The Lord of Thirst was increasingly favoring this clone. The more proud Fulgrim was, the more he could make the Lord of Thirst drool, and the more he would not allow Fulgrim to destroy him.

Fulgrim gritted his teeth and had to sink back into the tide of the Warp. He had already sensed that Sanguinius was looking at him.

+Just die here! +

Fulgrim roared sharply and cursed, and then his voice quickly disappeared from Fulgrim's ear.

"I will not die, I am a destined perfect person, I will not die here!" Fulgrim's face was twisted and ferocious.

How could he die here? He is destined to be perfect, destined to be flawless. Even Sanguinius is not worthy to kill him.

He believed this firmly, but reality seemed to be refuting him.

Sanguinius's spearhead became more and more fatal, more and more dangerous. Gradually, Fulgrim was unable to resist.

Sanguinius's spearhead moved, instantly picking open the God-Breaker in Fulgrim's hand, and the sharp spearhead pointed straight at Fulgrim's throat.

"I will not die! You are not worthy to kill me!" Until the last moment, Fulgrim was still roaring.

Sanguinius's spearhead stopped at Fulgrim's throat, a little blood flowing down the spearhead, but it did not pierce Fulgrim's throat in the end.

"You are right, he will not fall for the time being." Sanguinius said softly, as if talking to someone who couldn't be seen.

Sanguinius gently withdrew the spearhead. He could feel that the Lord of Thirst was a bit unable to hold back. If Sanguinius moved the spearhead forward a little more, the Lord of Thirst would not be able to help but come down to save Fulgrim.

"Depending on the situation in the future, the probability of his corruption is about fifty-fifty, but until that moment comes, he is still pure." A figure suddenly teleported and appeared beside Sanguinius.

That figure looked like a mortal, wearing a glove, and holding Trazyn the Infinite who didn't know where he ran just now.

"This is not because he is how loyal, but because his pride is more extreme than the original Fulgrim." Sanguinius's tone was gentle and helpless.

"I am not proud, just thirsty for perfection." Fulgrim rubbed the wound on his throat slightly. The inhuman self-healing ability of the Primarch healed his wound in a short time.

The Primarch's keen perception and brain quickly made him understand that everything Sanguinius did just now was a test, forcing Fulgrim to make a decision between life and death.

Fulgrim felt a little dissatisfied with this kind of test, but at the same time, he felt a little proud that he passed Sanguinius's test.

However, all these emotions were hidden by Fulgrim behind a humble, gentle smile.

He looked at the existence that looked like a mortal: "You must be Saint Doraemon. I have heard of your deeds twenty-two times among the stars."

"I am not questioning your judgment. I will never fall. What I pursue is only ultimate perfection. The path of perfection does not allow corruption."

Zhou Yun faced Fulgrim's words without any extra reaction, just said in a calm tone: "Malcador once said that the pursuit of perfection is destined to be a tragedy, destined to slide toward an imperfect ending, and the more paranoid you are in the pursuit of perfection, the greater the backlash will be."

"I humbly listen to your teachings and take them as a warning." Fulgrim did not refute Zhou Yun, just smiled and nodded, as if accepting Zhou Yun's teachings: "If you are worried about my betrayal, why not let me follow you and Sanguinius, and use tempering to test my loyalty and purity——————"

"Good." Zhou Yun nodded slightly and agreed directly to Fulgrim: "God-Breaker is also for you."

Fulgrim was stunned for a moment. He had prepared a lot of rhetoric, but he didn't expect this Saint Doraemon to agree directly and simply.

It was as if he knew what Fulgrim was going to say from the beginning.

"Gabriel, you come to explain to Sanguinius why God-Breaker is in your hands." Zhou Yun threw Trazyn to Anrakyr's side and said to Gabriel, who fell into the pit and couldn't get up.

Two Blood Ravens hurried forward to carry Gabriel out of the pit. ===== CHAPTER 562 =====