Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The moment the name of this sword appeared in Fulgrim's mind, 666 whispers emerged from six directions at the same time, sighing softly in the ears of the Immortal Purple Phoenix with an androgynous and seductive voice, even if Even the Primarch couldn't help but fall into a brief trance.

"Hey!"

Ferus roared and swung his hammer to deflect the missiles fired by the federal army towards Fulgrim, forcing them to deflect and smash into a building that was supposed to be a residential building, causing it to burst into flames. It exploded into countless fragments.

The Tenth Primarch turned to Fulgrim and shouted: "This is a battlefield! What are you doing in your daze?!"

Fulgrim wanted to apologize for his behavior, but the words changed his taste for some reason: "I can easily dodge this missile, and I don't need help from you, a stupid bull, at all!"

Ferus frowned deeply, turned around and smashed the federal army that was still firing in the distance with a hammer, his eyes fixed on the long sword in Fulgrim's hand that he had never seen before.

He was sure that he had never seen this weapon in the hands of Fulgrim. Its shape and style were far from the eagle feathers and simplicity admired by the Empire, but it fit so perfectly into the Third Primarch's body. The palm seems to be carefully customized.

"That sword."

The commander of the Iron Hands pointed at the stabbing sword and said to Fulgrim: "Where did you get it?"

"This is my trophy, Ferus, how dare you use such a simple and stupid trick to take it away?" Fulgrim said bitterly, "If you also want one, then back to you Next to that dull forge, use your boredom and rigidity to make a similar one. Just like you copied your father's work."

"you!"

Ferus raised the sledgehammer in his hand angrily, but soon put it down heavily. His already serious face became more like a hard stone at this moment, and he turned around and walked away without saying a word. go.

Looking at the lonely figure of his brother leaving, Fulgrim suddenly felt a burst of panic from the bottom of his heart. For a moment, he lost control of his body, stumbled back several steps, and leaned heavily against a building. superior.

How could I... say such things to my brother?What the hell happened?

The building trembled suddenly, and then collapsed from the waist down, hitting the ground heavily, and shattered into smoke and dust all over the sky and ruins on the ground.

In the scattered dust, Fulgrim looked at the stabbing sword in his hand. He heard it, and he heard it again.

The whispers that resounded from the palace of desire, the soft moans that emanated from the boundless mist, the whispers that came from the mouth of the God of Carnival... The great existence in the subspace is directly using this weapon and his soul. The dialogue begins to distort Phoenix’s character from the root.

In this chaotic murmur, Ferus's departing back became hateful. Fulgrim knew that although he had made a mistake and insulted the other party, couldn't he wait for himself to explain what happened? ?

It was all his fault and Ferrus Manus's fault that this situation had occurred!

kill him!kill him!kill him!kill him!kill him!kill him!

As long as Ferrus Manus is killed, all the mistakes made can be erased and everything can be returned to normal!

No!I can not!

Fulgrim's reason was fighting against the call of the evil god of subspace. He wanted to throw away the stabbing sword far away, but he couldn't let go of even one finger.

I can't hurt my brother, I can't kill my family!

Of course you can.

Think about it, as the most perfect Primarch, you can't match that ugly and clumsy Ferus in terms of weapon forging technology.He couldn't compete with Leon El Jonson in terms of swordsmanship, and would always be defeated at the end of the duel.Even the beauty you are most proud of is on par with Sanguinius.

Fulgrim, Fulgrim.

Does your so-called perfection mean mediocrity in everything?

No...that's not the case!I am the immortal purple phoenix who pursues perfection and art!I am the fastest in studying every skill and knowledge, and one day I will completely surpass them!

now it's right!

Go, go... kill Ferrus first, then the Leon, then Sanguinius, and each of your brothers...

Kill them and you will become your father's favorite child and receive all his love.

No more annoying people will come to snatch away the honors that should belong to you, and you will become the most perfect existence worthy of the name.

really?

There were still doubts in his mind, but Fulgrim's body had already started to move.

Holding the stinging sword diagonally in his hand, the Lord of the Third Legion moved forward quickly at a seemingly slow pace, gradually shortening the distance with Ferus.

With every step he took, the murderous intent in Fulgrim's heart surged, and the fingers holding the stabbing sword tightened. His thick fur cloak trailed silently behind him, his amethyst-like eyes Looking for the weak spot in the Iron Hands' power armor.

Of course it's true.

See Ferus’ head exposed to the air?Cutting his neck will kill him with one blow!

Go ahead, Fulgrim, your chances are running out.

Ferus felt the vibration of footsteps on the ground, turned indifferently to look at Fulgrim who was following him, and said stiffly: "What else do you want to do? Say more words to humiliate me?"

"No, Ferus, I want to apologize to you." Fulgrim heard himself saying this, while his body was still getting closer to Ferus, "Being able to set foot on the battlefield in person really made me faint with excitement. I'm sorry, I actually said those words to you just now. It is necessary for me to formally apologize to you and ask you to forgive me for my offensive behavior, Ferus."

Seeing the proud Primarch of the Third Legion bowing to him, Ferus's tightened brows relaxed slightly.However, since the two sides were on the battlefield of annihilation with heavy artillery fire at the moment, and artillery shells and subspace sorcery were hitting the void shield and ceramite armor of the two people's power armor at every moment, Ferus did not do too much. Showing his emotions, he just nodded and said, "I understand."

The words were short but impactful. The original body of the Tenth Legion turned and walked towards the more intense battlefield. He did not stay too much because of his own personal affairs, which was perfectly in line with the efficiency and rationality of the Tenth Legion.

"Please wait!"

Fulgrim ran up to Ferus gracefully, and in the face of the other man's implicitly annoyed gaze, he held up the stabbing sword with both hands and said: "Let this sword that caused the quarrel be used as a symbol of reconciliation between the two of us. .”

Ferus was really a little angry. There were still many aliens and heretics waiting for him to exterminate on the battlefield. There was no time to go through these red tapes with Fulgrim. He said in a low voice: "There is no need for this between us."

"No, you must accept it!" Fulgrim looked at Ferus seriously, "Otherwise, I will never be able to forgive myself."

The Tenth Primarch blew out a heavy breath from his nose, handed the heavy hammer in his hand to his left hand, and stretched out his free right hand to take the hilt of the sword handed over by Fulgrim.

At this moment, Fulgrim's eyes were suddenly filled with pink halo, and the palm holding the stabbing sword suddenly tightened the hilt of the sword, and stabbed Ferus' throat like a spiritual snake!

"No!"