Warhammer 40k: Terra Collector

The Primarch decisively drew back the Emperor's Sword and used the ice-blue blade full of spiritual energy to block the vicious attack.

The scepter inlaid with gold and gems drew a graceful arc and nailed firmly on the deck of the battleship.

"What a good skill!" An evil voice full of depravity came from the dark corner of the deck.

Under the gaze of the Primarch and the Casting General, Pope "Desius" slowly showed up with his usual gentle smile.

There is no doubt that the one who just attacked the Primarch from behind was the seemingly kind old man in gorgeous clothes in front of him.

But the real Pope of the State Religion is just an ordinary person! And how could an ordinary person make the noble Emperor's son feel threatened?

"You are not the Pope of the State Religion!" The Primarch's face was full of solemnity, "Who are you?"

"Of course I am your dearest brother!" Along with the weird smile of "Desius", a low and uncomfortable noise suddenly sounded.

Thousands of Astartes emerged from the shadows! But they were not the Emperor's angels of death, but... the fallen betrayers of the [Third Legion].

After accepting the blessing of the [Prince of Pleasure], the once glorious [Emperor's Children] had long since fallen into [Noise Warriors] who were addicted to sensory stimulation.

The corruption from Slaanesh caused many twisted mutations on the betrayers, and disgusting wriggling limbs were all over every corner of the betrayers!

They held blasphemous instruments and eternally played the depraved music that pleased the [Prince of Pleasure].

Since the [Noise Warriors] had already appeared here, the identity of "Desius" was about to be revealed.

"You are Fulgrim!" A trace of anger flashed in the Primarch's pupils, "What an honor! It's worth it for you, a pervert, to personally weave a conspiracy for me."

"No, no, no! This is not a conspiracy, I just slightly magnified the desires in their hearts!"

A crack suddenly appeared on Decius's old face! A pair of purple claws stretched out from the Pope's body in an extremely strange posture, and then truly descended into the physical universe.

Cold golden vertical pupils, suffocating scent of corruption, elegant purple snake tail, and cold scales engraved with corrupt runes...

Demon Prince - Fulgrim!!!

"Greetings to you, my dear brother!" Fulgrim bowed slightly to the Primarch like a medieval noble, "The great [Prince of Pleasure] likes your existence very much!"

"Instead of serving the rotten corpse king, it is better to join the Pleasure Castle with me and enjoy this eternal carnival and bliss together."

"Only you, who are also the Primarch of the gene, are qualified to walk side by side with me!" The words of the Demon Prince revealed extreme arrogance and conceit.

This is also one of the reasons for Fulgrim's fall.

"Travel with you?" The Primarch seemed to have heard a big joke, "Sorry! I'm not interested in traveling with a pervert like you!"

"I heard that Fabius Bile once used the [Pear of Pain] to open a hole in your excretion? How does it feel to have such a strange thing done to you by your own offspring?"

The Primarch wanted to use such a taunt to arouse the anger of the demon prince, but he didn't expect... this pervert would not buy it at all.

"That's right!" Fulgrim had no intention of hiding it at all, "My brother, you should also experience that feeling! I guarantee that it is absolutely a shocking and extreme pleasure."

The Primarch: "..."

Sure enough, chatting with such a pervert will only make the topic more and more perverted.

"Now it's time to make a choice!" Fulgrim swung his elegant snake tail, "Embrace the great Prince of Pleasure, or... I will help you embrace the great Prince of Pleasure."

"Heh, I choose the third one!" The Emperor's Sword in the Primarch's hand was once again filled with psychic energy, "Your head will become the most precious trophy of the Empire for thousands of years!"

"How dare you refuse the invitation of the Prince of Pleasure? Foolish guy! You are as stupid as Ferrus once was." Fulgrim's face suddenly darkened.

The Demon Prince has already sensed the Primarch's determination! So, he plans to use a more direct means to get his brother into the arms of Slaanesh.

The [Noise Warriors] with a chaotic aura on their bodies surged like a tide, and the decadent and blasphemous music echoed in this silent space.

The [Intelligent Control Legion] and the [Skiritars] temporarily stopped the attack, and the wounded Astartes and the Imperial Guards dragged their tired bodies and gathered around the Primarch again.

At this time, there are less than 200 surviving Astartes, but the fallen betrayers are as boundless as the tide.

This is not a fair war!

But for the great Emperor, the loyal Imperial warriors will fight with the Primarch until the last moment before death.

The war is about to break out!

The fallen [Noise Warriors] shouted the names of the Demon Prince and Slaanesh, and launched a fierce attack on the loyalists with instruments covered with dirty flesh and blood in their hands.

Every betrayer who followed the Demon Prince was an elite in the legion.

Ten thousand years of indulgence and enjoyment did not weaken their combat power. Under the blessing of Slaanesh, the [Noise Warriors] already had combat power far beyond that of ordinary Astartes.

A betrayer holding a flesh guitar began to play blasphemous music!

The disturbing [Chaos Sound Waves] greatly weakened the fighting power of the loyalists and provided greater pleasure to the noise warriors.

The number of loyalists was far less than that of the traitors! Under the interference of the Chaos Sound Waves, the Imperial warriors were even more defeated.

The noise warriors faithfully implemented the will of the Demon Prince! The traitors used the ancient tactics of the Great Crusade and tacitly cut the battlefield into several parts.

The Imperial Guards and Astartes were all driven away from the Primarch by the traitors!

The only one who could still stand in front of the Primarch at this moment was [Fallen Phoenix] Fulgrim.

"My dear brother! Now, no one can interfere with our duel!"

An exquisite short blade appeared in the hands of the Demon Prince, and the suffocating power of chaos surged from this short blade!

Fulgrim, Prince of Slaanesh, is officially recognized as the king of singles of the Primarchs.

Ferrus Manus, the Primarch of [Iron Hands], was beheaded by Fulgrim during the Horus Heresy!

The Primarch of the Ultramarines, Robouti Guilliman, was sent into a stasis field by Fulgrim with a short blade stained with poison.

The demon prince's record is indeed extremely impressive! But... that's it.