Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1084 - Chapter 1081 Nickname

“Haha… now…” Tzeentch suddenly sneered twice, and with a light hook of his finger, the noise warrior who was about to be killed by Fulgrim changed strangely.

The helmet flowed and deformed like water, and in an instant it turned into the appearance of Ferrus. Even if the Emperor himself came, he could not find a thorn in this perfectly imitated face.

The blade did not stop, but Fulgrim’s heart had stopped. The nightmare-like past returned to his eyes again, and the guilt of killing Ferrus with his own hands bit his soul like a venomous snake. When the head of the noise warrior fell to the ground, Fulgrim also knelt on the ground with a horrified face, muttering to himself like a demon.

“What have I done? What have I done? My brother… My brother…”

Seeing Fulgrim’s mental collapse, the Emperor’s Son also rushed to him in time and used a shield to block the attack of stray bullets for Fulgrim.

Tzeentch laughed out loud at Fulgrim’s ugliness, and was overjoyed. She said to Lin Fan, “Look how funny this is? Look at the expression on his face. It’s similar to and different from the first time Fulgrim killed Ferrus.”

Lin Fan frowned, secretly cursing Tzeentch for being so funny that he had no moral bottom line. Helplessly, Lin Fan had to roll a morale dice for Fulgrim to cheer him up.

But bad luck, the roll failed, Fulgrim’s morale did not rise, but fell even lower.

Lin Fan looked embarrassed and complained about his bad hand. Tzeentch’s expression was subtle. She was using various methods to test the details of the chess rules that Lin Fan tried hard to hide.

Seeing the leopard through the tube is a derogatory term for others, but it is not the case for Tzeentch. She is the embodiment of cosmic wisdom and change. In other corners of the battlefield that Lin Fan cannot see, there are battlefield scenes reconstructed by Tzeentch. She is reproducing the current battle situation 1:1, and remembering all the dice points thrown by Lin Fan and the anomalies on the battlefield.

With the support of huge data, Tzeentch is trying to find out the impact of dice points on units, instead of just relying on the probability power of the fraudster to influence the battle situation.

Data is not enough! Information is not enough!

Tzeentch roared in her heart, and she had a gloating look on her face, but in fact, it was all a deliberate move to lower Lin Fan’s vigilance. Just now, when Lin Fan threw the dice for Fulgrim, many of Tzeentch’s assumptions in his mind had answers.

Lin Fan knew nothing about Tzeentch’s thoughts, but just stared at Fulgrim’s situation, hoping that he would wake up from the nightmare as soon as possible.

In the end, it was not Corax and Lorgar who came to help Fulgrim, but Iron Hand Ferrus who he was thinking about.

“I don’t remember you being so fragile.” A familiar voice sounded in Fulgrim’s ears, and then flames inexplicably formed a circular portal.

The cursed Ferrus flew out of the flame gate and then returned to normal. After serving in the Cursed Legion for so long, Ferrus’s warp essence has been firmly bound to the curse.

Fulgrim raised his head in shock and saw Ferrus standing in front of him. For a moment, he couldn’t say anything, only tears burst out.

Ferrus had never seen Fulgrim cry. Although the Primarchs had different personalities, crying was definitely not a way for them to vent their emotions. Even after the Battle of Terra, Dorn, who witnessed the Emperor’s serious injury and the death of Sanguinius, never shed tears.

“Why are you so fragile?” Ferrus sighed, and the tone that had always been as hard as iron finally loosened a little. He put his hand on Fulgrim’s shoulder and pulled gently, and found that Fulgrim was holding the perfectly imitated Ferrus’ head tightly in his arms.

With mixed feelings in his heart, Ferrus recalled many past events before he met Fulgrim in battle. Complex emotions flowed in Ferrus’ throat, making him subconsciously shout out a name he called Fulgrim in private.

“Don’t cry, Fumeifeng.”

Fulgrim’s body trembled violently, and his eyes looking at Ferrus were full of apology and timidity, and there was no trace of the perfect phoenix that was once full of spirit.

Ferrus felt a little heartbroken when he saw this, and his dissatisfaction with Fulgrim in his heart also dissipated a lot. He frowned and tried to pull Fulgrim up from the ground. The iron hand that could smash metal together perfectly was now as clumsy as an Ogryn counting.

Ferrus, who had always been tough, gave Fulgrim a big hug to show forgiveness, and his strong arms immediately woke Fulgrim from the nightmare of killing his brother.

“I’m sorry, Gorgon…” Fulgrim gently shouted out his nickname for Ferrus.

The two brothers hugged and then separated. The fake head was also crushed into pieces by Ferrus. The two brothers fought side by side again. The cooperation was perfect.

Isa and Odemayer patted the Emperor on the shoulder and said in unison, “I didn’t expect that you, a wooden head, finally got it. I thought you would let Fulgrim suffer on the spot, and Ferrus was silent with a dark face.”

“Ahem…” The Emperor coughed twice. Although there was no obvious expression, he was still a little proud of the praise of the two. “Everyone will improve.”

“Even Magnus, so too.”

“Damn Leman Russ! You will die if you don’t respond, right?”

The Emperor ignored the daily bickering between the two brothers and just nodded slightly to the God Emperor, thanking her for her timely cooperation.

Just now, the Emperor kicked Ferrus, and the God Emperor opened the crack with telepathy, and cursed Ferrus and threw him directly next to Fulgrim. This was possible thanks to Lorgar and Corax’s cracking of the witchcraft site, which greatly weakened Tzeentch’s control over psychic energy.

Seeing Fulgrim and Ferrus bury the hatchet, some people became more lively. Chagatai shook his head and said with emotion, “I see…Does it have to be written like this to make it feel good?”

So damned, this voice was heard by Guilliman again, “Brother Jaghatai, did you say something just now?”

“Ah! No, no, you heard wrong.” Chagatai was shocked when he was asked, and two drops of cold sweat ran down the back of his neck.

Fortunately, Guilliman was thinking about some logistical issues and did not continue to struggle. Jaghatai remembered Guilliman in his heart and vowed to stay away from this guy next time. If Guilliman were to find out about his private entertainment activities, 200,000 Ultramarines would be targeted by Chogoris.

Sigh… When will we see Ifreni and Guilliman fighting side by side?

Chagatai rolled his eyes and immediately had an idea, but now didn’t seem to be a good time to propose it directly.

Hehe… Guilliman, Guilliman… I’m not a brother, I’m cheating on you, mainly because you two really look like a couple…