Chapter 992: Koz of Bjetan

If the spikes on the Iron Warriors were removed, the Imperial troops would subconsciously regard them as the Emperor's angels of death.

But the Emperor's Children were different. No matter what emotions Fulgrim had when he chose to fall into Chaos, these descendants followed him without hesitation. The depth of the Emperor's Children's depravity was first revealed during the Heresy. The rebels with a little bit of normality were deeply disgusted with the behavior of the Emperor's Children. After all, they were trained by Slaanesh, who was best at pleasure and indulgence.

In the long history of the Legion's depravity, most of the Emperor's Children had a muddled mind and only acted according to the pleasure of the body and the emptiness of the soul. When they experienced pleasure in various extremely crazy ways, did they ever think of their Primarch father? When they stood up in the turbid and indistinguishable liquid, would there be a trace of regret in their hearts?

Fulgrim could not see the psychological activities of each Emperor's Children, but he could analyze them by recalling their own behavior.

When indulging in lust, did Fulgrim ever think of his promise to the Emperor?

Don't joke! Why do you think Fulgrim indulges himself? Of course, it is to escape from pain! Just like some people would drink to relieve their sorrow and temporarily escape from problems, the many ways Fulgrim and the Great Daemon of Slaanesh played made him forget his responsibilities and obligations, his honor and promises, the Emperor and his brothers, and even the regret of killing Ferrus with his own hands.

Fulgrim's hands trembled slightly, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

Look at his children. The golden eagle on the shoulder armor that was once rubbed shiny is covered by a layer of tanned human skin. The purple paint is dark and dilapidated because it has been wetted by blood and other liquids for a long time. The body exudes the scent of perfume adjusted by the pain of the tortured. Some of the Emperor's Children even have several soul stones inlaid on their armor. If Fulgrim hadn't been standing here, they would definitely be crushed to ashes by the angry Eldar.

His eyes were full of horror, but Fulgrim couldn't get angry at all, because what he had done was far more excessive than what his children did. He could see his own fallen shadow in the current Emperor's Child. In a trance, he felt that he was still that disgusting and stupid space eel.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that he could be involved with these terrible guys." The whispers of the expeditionary soldiers floated into Fulgrim's ears, which made his already uncomfortable heart twist even more.

"Hehe. What's wrong? My father?" A captain of the Emperor's Child who had his limbs cut off spit out blood. He was unwilling to surrender to Fulgrim today and became like this. "Aren't you happy for what we are now? We are the closest to perfection in this universe."

"There is no perfection in this world." Fulgrim responded sadly, but this could not convince the Emperor's Child.

He struggled to spit blood at Fulgrim, angrily accusing Fulgrim of shamefully betraying their expectations.

Amid the scolding, Fulgrim closed his eyes. He even began to weakly think about how good it would be if he had not chosen to rebel back then.

But there is no regret medicine in this world.

Fulgrim walked over step by step, ended the life of the Emperor's son who was cursing with his long sword, and then asked the Emperor's son who was kneeling to him, "I am a bad father, are you still willing to follow me?"

The Emperor's sons looked at each other, they did not answer, just knelt there blankly, not knowing how to respond to Fulgrim.

Alas. Let my father judge me. What qualifications do I, a sinner, have to convict my descendants?

Fulgrim's tangled and painful emotions were well reflected in the eyes of Curze who was hiding in the shadows, and a smile that could not be hidden appeared on his pale and sick face.

Yes! That's right! You are the same as me! All monsters! All monsters! None of them are good! Hahaha!

After a few hissing laughs, Curze's smile was restrained in an instant. He smelled the breath of sin and the filth squirming in the Bjetan Ark.

Oh! Yes!

This place is too big! Too few people and chaos again! So there are many small bugs who want to bite a piece of meat and leave quickly!

Before leaving, Koz took a deep look at Fulgrim, who was full of sorrow. The mockery and excitement just now disappeared, leaving only sadness and questioning.

"My brother, you are like this because of yourself, and you shouldn't be like this."

Following the smell and shuttling through the shadows, Koz found a group of cautious thieves in the corner of the abandoned ark. For them, a little bit of debris in the ark is a treasure that can be used for trading.

"Damn. Abaddon is a fool! This war has become meaningless! No torture! No looting!"

"But at least he gave us the opportunity to see the Eldar Ark."

"Hehe. That's right. What we found here is enough for us to trade. The pig-headed nobles have always been interested in the things of the Eldar."

The Midnight Lords are active in this abandoned area, and all the sounds of communication are sealed in the armor. They appear more as mercenaries or looters in the Chaos Legion, and rarely attack the Empire for the reason of sacrificing to the evil god.

Now, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the failure of the 13th Black Crusade is doomed. Everyone is trying to find a way to survive, and the ones who work the fastest and have the least psychological burden are the Midnight Lords.

However, even if they lose the war, they still have to find a way to stop the loss. The resources looted from Cadia are not enough for them to operate the war gang, so they set their sights on the Bjetan Ark.

".Do you feel an inexplicable sense of terror?"

As the shadows shuttled through, a Midnight Lord suddenly said.

"You coward! We are the embodiment of terror! Only we can intimidate others!"

The other Midnight Lords scolded him coldly, but this still did not make him feel uneasy.

As they walked, the other Midnight Lords also noticed something was wrong. The shadows that were like close friends now looked so dangerous and terrifying. They vaguely saw a darker darkness approaching them in the darkness.

"Ah!" A scream came from the darkness, followed by the terrible sound of armor being torn apart and flesh being crushed. The strong vitality of the Space Marines only made the painful wails last longer. The despair and terror contained in it made the other Midnight Lords feel creepy.

"Eldar guards?" The Midnight Lords were shocked and got out of the darkness. They stood back to back in a relatively open field, aiming their weapons at the surrounding darkness.

The Midnight Lord who was swallowed by the darkness was still screaming in pain, which made them worry about their fate.