Chapter 585

"Trazyn, that guy, after I left, actually used a she-wolf as the most precious collection in the human pavilion?"

Fulgrim looked at Guilliman, whose expression was slightly complex, and said in a slightly teasing tone:

"It seems his level as a custodian of galactic history and culture is not very good, causing you to miss the chance to reunite with your foster mother."

Although there was teasing in Fulgrim's tone, there was a sense of comfort beneath it, and combined with his already moving tone, it actually made Guilliman smile with some relief.

"Perhaps it is better this way; if she saw the galaxy as it is now, I would be a bit uncomfortable." Guilliman shook his head and said.

Seeing that Guilliman actually revealed such an expression, Fulgrim immediately showed a curious look and couldn't help but ask: "What? Worried that she would condemn you for governing the Empire into this state?"

"She wouldn't." Guilliman glanced at Fulgrim, his expression returning to that rational look: "But she would worry about me."

"Being a child is like this; one always wants to show the good side of one's career to one's mother, bear the bad side oneself, only wants one's mother to be proud of one's career, and doesn't want one's mother to worry about oneself."

Fulgrim's expression twitched.

Guilliman's words reminded him of his "father."

Not the Emperor, but Fabius Bile, who cloned him.

Fabius Bile sold Fulgrim to Trazyn; Fulgrim had always been confused, did he do something wrong? Where did he disappoint Fabius?

Fulgrim still remembered Fabius Bile's disappointed gaze at that time; that gaze really stung Fulgrim.

"Am I not perfect enough? Not enough like the real Fulgrim?" Fulgrim couldn't help but say.

Guilliman suddenly retreated a small step, looking at Fulgrim with a slightly horrified gaze.

"You are!" Guilliman said in a low voice.

"Then————" A bit of joy flashed across Fulgrim's face.

"Too much like it; you are even more like Fulgrim than Fulgrim himself." Guilliman interrupted Fulgrim: "But this is not a good thing; I almost feel like I'm seeing the next Daemon Primarch."

"I won't; I won't let the gods defile my body." Fulgrim shook his head firmly.

Guilliman stared at Fulgrim for a while: "Fulgrim, your willpower is not as strong as you claim."

"I didn't ask you to resist the corruption of the gods forever; you are not Rogal Dorn."

"However, what does it mean to be corrupted just by picking up the Laer Blade? What's wrong with your willpower?"

Guilliman said helplessly.

In his view, Fulgrim's fall was too casual.

The Laer Blade was not a very powerful demonic weapon; Guilliman himself had even been stabbed by a more dangerous ritual dagger, but Fulgrim was corrupted just by holding the Laer Blade. This was really too casual, almost like a woman who cheats casually!

"There was only one demon in that sword, right? If this continues, wouldn't you kneel to the gods on the spot when you see two demons? If you see four demons, I'm afraid you'll directly become the chosen of the four gods!"

"As the Regent of the Empire, I really have to be vigilant about you being corrupted by the gods, really."

"You don't understand!" Fulgrim retorted sharply: "I always hear you talking about the gods, but do the gods really exist?"

". Ah?" Guilliman was stunned for a moment.

"When you discuss the gods, it's as if you are discussing something that truly exists and cannot be understood, but how can something that truly exists be impossible to understand?"

"The Warp is not a real thing; it is a reflection of our emotions, a condensation of our desires... it is a powerful hallucination!"

"The gods are not noble beings that respond to our desires; they are our desires themselves. They do not truly exist; they cannot fulfill our wishes, cannot make us more perfect, and can only bring us endless hallucinations and corruption."

"Weak, cowardly, and dirty people pursue this kind of hallucination, and I, the real Fulgrim, refuse!"

Fulgrim made a gesture representing disgust and contempt, his face revealing extreme disdain:

"Imagine, those damp, dirty powers containing the hunger and emotions of the most base people pouring into your body... it's truly disgusting. Do the gods deserve to bless my perfect body?"

". Who taught you this?" Guilliman asked, unable to hold back.

"Fabius." Fulgrim answered honestly.

"The first time I've seen someone more talented than Cawl and more stubborn than Zhou Yun." Guilliman couldn't help but sigh.

Fulgrim curled his lips, then heard Trazyn start to speak.

"The exhibit we are going to visit next is one of the very few survivors of the Phoenix Guard."

"As everyone knows, the Phoenix Guard is the Terminator Guard of the Primarch Fulgrim, and I believe their power armor design is the pinnacle of all Primarch guards, and even the pinnacle of Terminator design."

Trazyn said in his usual cold tone.

Fulgrim's expression moved slightly.

But at this moment, Zhou Yun shook his head: "No time to visit the next one."

Before Fulgrim could wonder why, he saw a Necron glowing with blue light appear not far away out of the corner of his eye.

"The Silent King agrees to talk to you." Anrakyr said with a somewhat stiff voice.