Chapter 656

That knight wearing medieval metal armor slowly took off his winged helmet, exposing his young face to the air, exposing it to Fulgrim and the Astartes.

The moment he saw that face, even in the bottom of Fulgrim's heart, fear emerged.

It was a face shaped by dense forests, giant beasts, darkness, and those barbarism far from human society. The skin was pale but rough, the nose slender like an eagle's, the brows and eyes deep like a beast's, the corners of the mouth cold like a blade, and the jaw as sharp as the edge of shattered igneous rock after being hammered.

But even though this face was handsome enough to make Fulgrim marvel, Fulgrim still felt that the person standing in front of him was not a human, but a beast that looked like a human.

But this face was very familiar to everyone present.

He was...

Before Fulgrim could exclaim that name, the knight took a step, and in an instant, he came to Fulgrim's front.

How fast!

Except for Fulgrim, only Akurduana barely reacted.

A bloodstain was drawn on Fulgrim's body. That medieval sword actually forcefully tore through Fulgrim's power armor. Fulgrim hurriedly retreated, and the heavy hammer in his hand was also swung out.

Akurduana also drew his dual swords at this moment, the blades weaving into a dense web, stabbing toward the knight.

The knight's figure instantly turned into a silver storm. The heavy shield directly blocked Fulgrim's heavy hammer, and at the same time, a lethal blade stabbed out, instantly brushing aside the sword web woven by Akurduana.

So fast!

Fulgrim and Akurduana were both shocked in their hearts.

That speed didn't come from exquisite martial arts, but entirely from beast-like instinct, from a kind of unshaped barbaric destructive power.

The shield tilted slightly, and the lion-like emerald eyes stared at Fulgrim. Then, in the instant before Fulgrim could react, that long sword poked out from behind the shield, pressing straight toward Fulgrim's abdomen.

Fulgrim tilted his body, and the sharp blade grazed the armor on his side abdomen. The gorgeous patterns on Fulgrim's armor played a role at this moment, increasing the friction between the sword and the armor. Those decorations were more like hooks, dragging the sword.

The knight's sword therefore slowed down for a moment.

Fulgrim seized this moment.

He turned, swung the hammer, and the energy accumulated inside the Furnace-Breaker was released. The heat and light like furnace fire exploded, forcefully forcing back the knight.

The knight retreated several steps, holding the shield, and again guarded in front of that child's corpse.

Fulgrim didn't pursue, panting heavily, his fingers holding the Furnace-Breaker trembling slightly.

Are you kidding me...

"Father..." Zophar murmured a bit blankly.

That was the Lion, that was Lion, the young Lion.

Fulgrim's sweat flowed down his forehead, looking in disbelief at the knight before him, the knight whose appearance was exactly the same as the young Lion.

How is this possible? Even the power the knight displayed was exactly the same as the real Lion, only...

Only it lacked some things inside... just like Fulgrim.

"You." Fulgrim's gaze stayed on the child's corpse, information about the corpse in his intelligence: "Tuchulcha Engine?"

"This corpse is not the Tuchulcha Engine itself, just a tool the Tuchulcha Engine uses to talk to you."

That child's corpse looked at Fulgrim with a smile:

"Now the Tuchulcha Engine has merged into Long Linxing itself, becoming a part of the Engine of Woes, so I am actually Long Linxing itself."

"You must be confused, container of the thirst for perfection."

"Why would your eldest brother stand before you in this posture?"

"Actually, it's very simple. This is our ability. When we combine, we can tear the structure of space-time itself, calling forth creations of all living beings' wisdom from the past."

"You and your brothers are all containers for ■■■■ to hold the unborn tides in the Warp, so naturally, you can also be called forth by us from the cracks of time and space."

"No, he is not Lion." Fulgrim stared at the knight, his face sinking slightly, saying decisively.

Although his physical quality was almost exactly the same as Lion's, and even more powerful than the current Lion, in deeper things, he couldn't match Lion.

He, he was something similar to Fulgrim, only having a body, but lacking some more critical things.

After all, Fulgrim had practiced with the real Lion many times. No matter how many times, the real Lion could easily defeat Fulgrim.

Even if the real Lion's body was aged, he was not inferior to himself when he was young in terms of physical quality...

"Yes, he is just like you, just a container."

The child's corpse said with a smile;

"You are a container for the thirst for absolute perfection of all living beings, and Lion El'Jonson..."

". In a certain sense, he is Caliban itself, one of us."

"Our three artifacts each symbolize a link of creativity."

"The Ouroboros symbolizes the creativity of humans being shaped by the world. In the face of cruel and dark nature, the culture shaped by life in order to adapt to nature and survive."

"Tuchulcha symbolizes the creativity of humans shaping the world. At this time, human creativity has been stimulated. They contend with nature, drawing out a culture that transcends nature in the world."

"The Plague Heart symbolizes the creativity of humans destroying the world. The madness in human nature is completely released, extreme power pours into the world, that is a culture that has completely broken away from the world."

"Lion was born from the trend of the first kind of creativity, the most barbaric and primitive creativity, the creativity of beasts, the creativity of instinct, and is of the same origin as the Ouroboros... so he is the Ouroboros, Caliban itself. It's just a pity that he rejected his own fate, hiding his barbarism behind the face of a human."

"What exactly do you want to express?" Fulgrim's face became increasingly gloomy. His instinct made him begin to realize some dangers.

"The unborn tides that shaped you like ■■■■ are too powerful. Each one has the talent to sit in the positions of all living beings in the Warp, and even has the opportunity to compete for the throne. Most of our energy is now used to open the path to the treasury, so naturally, we cannot call forth complete Primarchs, only empty shells..."

". But, Lion is different. Lion is one of us, and we can also be Lion."

"Lion's body is very suitable for us..."

The moment the child's corpse's voice fell, something seemed to suddenly increase in the young Lion's eyes, his momentum climbing step by step, and a kind of unmasked barbarism was exposed from the young Lion's expression.

The Angels of Absolution seemed to have been struck by lightning, retreating three or five steps suddenly, their whole bodies trembling, and a kind of instinctive suppression was applied to them.

"You see, we can also be Lion," the young knight said slowly: "But..."

The wind suddenly blew in this fortress. In the distance, the sound of war songs on the grassland seemed to resound, and a kind of murderous aura that made the surroundings spin came. The Warp fluctuations around seemed to become gentle, and the sound of horse hooves was becoming increasingly urgent...

"We originally intended to temporarily slow down the running speed of Long Linxing, split at least one-third of our power to inject into Lion's body, and use him to quickly solve you."

"But he... your other brother, he completely accepted his own existence."

"He is an echo of the balanced years of the Warp and reality in the past. In the words of a Dragon Emperor in another world, he is Yin-Yang peace itself, symbolizing the balance between reality and the Warp."

"This place is too close to the Webway. If we inject too much Warp energy into Lion's body, that echo of Yin-Yang peace can instantly hunt us down. If he opposes Lion, it would be a waste of time."