Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"It's a real headache. Ferrus has a lot less trouble on his side," Horus sighed. Horus had his own channels to understand his brother. He had interacted with Krakus before. Although Krakus seemed to have little presence, he was a very easy-going brother as long as one didn't touch upon his certain taboos. Ferrus and Rus had a very good relationship. After all, during the First Battle of Randal, the Space Wolves fleet was completely under Ferrus's command. Now, Horus could not command the Death Guard and could only do so through Mortarion.

And Guilliman? Horus stroked his chin. "Guilliman is very capable. He would be the most suitable person in the Imperium to replace the Sigillite. His management skills are so outstanding that they even make me feel a little uneasy." Horus recalled the information about Guilliman in his mind.

"The quill in Guilliman's hand is more terrifying than his sword and fists." Horus said slowly.

Chapter 251: Shock from the "Predecessors"

"You agree now?" The Khan looked at Baldur, a hint of worry on his face. Horus was very open and honest about this matter. He told the Khan and Baldur that there was something wrong with the sword forged by Fulgrim, and that it even used the power of the Untouchable. This was undoubtedly very disadvantageous for Baldur, who was labeled a psychic. In fact, psychics would feel very uncomfortable even if they looked at the Untouchable. It can be said that there was a strong restraint between them.

Of course, this doesn't mean that psychics are powerless against the Untouchables. In fact, the Untouchables' magic-forbidding aura is only a small circle, so psychics can easily use their psychic powers to grab something large and throw it directly... transforming psychic power into deadly kinetic energy! But it was obvious that Baldur couldn't "apply what he had learned" in this sword fight.

"Why not?" Balder said to the Khan with a smile. The Fang of Nar, transformed by the gods of order, had already been delivered, and at this moment, Fulgrim proposed a sword fight, a small-scale private duel, which was exactly what Balder had been hoping for. It was just fate.

"So, what result do you want? Horus said it very clearly. Fulgrim used a special sword. It can restrain the psychic power that you are proud of. If you can't use psychic power and fight with a sword alone..." Khan said with some concern.

If everyone were to fight without restrictions, then Balder, a master of both magic and martial arts, would undoubtedly be the more powerful. After all, psychic powers aren't just direct damage skills, they also have predictive and disruptive effects. During Khan's sparring session, Balder used his prophetic powers, putting Khan in a difficult position. Khan believed that if his opponent didn't use psychic powers, he wouldn't necessarily be inferior.

"It doesn't matter. You don't think everything that looks like psionic power in our galaxy is actually psionic power, do you?" Baldur said with a smile. In the Warhammer universe, most things that appear to be magic are indeed psionic power, but are there any exceptions? Of course there are! For example, the Emperor's psionic power is called psionic power, but it is actually divine power, because the Sisters of Silence cannot restrain this power. Then there is the power of the C'tan. The power of the C'tan is not essentially technology, but power at the level of the laws of the real universe. Then there is Pai Gu's incredible technology, which looks like magic, but is actually technology. And then there is another exception: the Mother of the Primarchs, Erda, who also knows "magic." However, this "magic" has nothing to do with the Warp. When Erebus saw this, his entire world was almost shattered.

"This..." Khan was completely upset. This completely overturned his worldview, because before this, he had always believed that Balder was a master of psychic powers. But now, Balder said that he didn't use psychic powers!

"This Fulgrim thing is nothing new. Don't you have one too?" Baldur said with a smile. Naturally, Baldur was deeply concerned about his "chosen one." Therefore, he prepared a similar anti-psychic weapon for the Khan, which contained the things of the Untouchable and his own divine power. At this time, its appearance was like an amulet, hung by the Khan's waist, never to be lost. That's right, never to be lost. Just like Russ in the background could not discard the spear given by the Emperor, the Khan could not discard the amulet given by Baldur. The function of this amulet was simple. Once activated, within a certain range, all psychic powers of the opponent could not be used, but the divine power within could be used... In short, it was a unilateral magic blocking ball!

"Is there also the power of the Untouchables? Why can't I feel it?" Khan said in surprise. After all, the special physique of the Untouchables makes people feel very uncomfortable standing next to them even if they do nothing.

"Haha, Khan, the power of this galaxy's advanced forces is beyond your imagination. The technologies and techniques once lost to history are equally astonishing," Bader said with some emotion. "Khan, you have only taken the first step in your life. In the future, there are even more exciting and tortuous journeys waiting for you. Let us, the ancestors, clear some obstacles for you."

"Does the Randan we need to deal with also have such power?" asked the Khan.

"Of course there is, otherwise we wouldn't have to deal with him." Bader said, "So, before dealing with Ran Dan, I think I need to teach someone a lesson, that's all."

After the Luna Wolves, Emperor's Children, and Death Guard fleets arrived, the leaders didn't meet immediately. Their mission was to annihilate the Orks, so their first priority was war. Upon arriving in the area, the Death Guard fleet took the lead, entering low orbit around the planet and securing a reasonably good position to launch an attack. Portions of the Luna Wolves and Emperor's Children fleets joined the Death Guard fleet.

Likewise, Loken of the Luna Wolves also arrived at the White Scars' fleet, temporarily serving under the Khan's command. As the various legions busily prepared for the final blow against the Orcish Empire, the Khan and Baldur, as promised, secretly journeyed aboard the Vengeful Spirit. Horus and Mortarion greeted them on a landing pad aboard the Vengeful Spirit, while Fulgrim was already in a ring, preparing to face Baldur in a showdown.

"Welcome, my brother." Horus walked towards the Khan with a smile, opened his broad arms, and they gave each other a warm brotherly hug.

"Hello, my brother." Khan responded. He could see a hint of unnaturalness on Horus' smiling face. Obviously, Horus himself felt a little embarrassed this time.

"You and I both know that our brother Fulgrim can be extreme sometimes and very sensitive to certain things." Horus explained. Obviously, Horus was a little dissatisfied with Fulgrim's willfulness this time. In his opinion, Fulgrim was like a child, and a jealous and destructive child at that!

"Actually, you didn't have to agree." Horus whispered in the Khan's ear while hugging him.

"Why not?" The Khan's voice was a little erratic. "Fulgen sometimes needs a little education, and I think this is a good opportunity."

"I don't understand what you mean." Horus paused slightly after hearing this.

"If our father was the only outstanding person in the history of mankind for tens of thousands of years, wouldn't our father be very lonely?" said Khan.

"The one who holds the seal..."

"The Sigillite is only 6000 years old; he's still young," the Khan said meaningfully. The Traveler was no longer afraid of being exposed. So, it was okay to talk about some things. Besides, there were many Eternals who followed the Emperor. A casual mention wouldn't hurt.

As the two Primarchs whispered, Baldur glanced at Mortarion, a man the Emperor had once held high hopes for and a fiercely anti-psychic figure. However, he was ultimately abducted by Nurgle. From the perspective of the process, Mortarion was ultimately forced into submission by Nurgle. He was originally anti-Emperor, but he had no interest in Chaos. It was only Typhon's treachery that slew the Navigator, trapping his entire army in the Warp and capturing them.

Now Balder seemed to understand a glimmer of understanding as to why Mortarion had submitted to Nurgle. As Horus and the Khan exchanged words, Mortarion glanced at Balder, his eyes unconcealed with disgust, contempt, and anger. Balder, of course, had no intention of acquiescing. He glared at Mortarion, the Traveler radiating a subtle pressure through his form, a force that sent a shudder through Mortarion. Mortarion then subtly lowered his head, attempting to avoid Balder's gaze. Though Mortarion tried to conceal his feelings, Balder knew he was afraid! He would not challenge him again.

"What is this..." When Balder's eyes met his, they pierced through him like twin bolts of lightning, striking his heart and mind. Mortarion suddenly felt unmatched. He hadn't faced this kind of pressure against his adoptive father. When he faced the Emperor, though the latter was equally intimidating, he had never shown any hostility towards him. But this one was different. He possessed a similar intimidation to the Emperor, and also harbored hostility towards him.

"That's it?" Balder suddenly felt that the Mortarion in front of him gave him a ridiculous feeling. Mortarion retreated too quickly. Before he could take the next step, Mortarion retreated on his own.

"Ehmm." Balder felt that Mortarion was a bit of a coward at heart. He didn't want to vote for Chaos, but he was tricked. If he didn't vote for Chaos, he would die. So, Mortarion voted for Nurgle. And then, after the Emperor leaned over to Guilliman, this guy rarely said "father"... He was so moved that he didn't dare to move...

"Let's do this for now." Balder turned and looked at Horus and the Khan. The two had already separated. They had not noticed the brief exchange between the two. At this time, Horus walked towards Balder.

"Hello, Lord Bart, I'm sorry for what happened," Horus said sincerely. "My brother is too competitive," Horus said, observing him. In fact, from their first meeting, Horus had a vague sense of his extraordinaryness. However, unlike Fulgrim, who insisted on comparing himself to him, Horus had a positive attitude. He had been with the Emperor for a long time, had seen the Sigillites, and knew that there were always many humans who were not inferior to them in some aspects. So Horus approached the conversation with a normal attitude. If they could win over each other, that would be best, but if not, it would be best to maintain a relatively good relationship.

"Fugen, it's good to be a little competitive. But too much is not good." Balder said indifferently. Everything has entered a new course of destiny. He just needs to follow the procedures.

"We're right next door. If anything goes wrong, we'll handle it. I promise this is the first and last time Fulgrim will act rashly," Horus said. In fact, at this point, Horus had a vague feeling that this man might actually know his father, and they had a very good relationship. Anyone who could connect with the Emperor must be quite skilled, and judging by his attitude, Fulgrim's swordfight wouldn't end well.

Horus did not seek to be the strongest. After all, he himself did not display strong psychic powers, and he was well aware that it was difficult to fight psychic power with his fists. For one thing, Horus was not sure he could defeat Malcador. (In the background, the Sigillite used psychic power to pin Horus to a chair and threatened to tear him apart. Horus claimed that he would never forget this incident.)

Therefore, Horus's attitude was to hold back. Regarding those he himself was unsure of, Horus sought to befriend them, rather than insisting on comparing them like Fulgrim. In Horus's view, Fulgrim's obsession with winning a single swordfight was, at best, naive and competitive, and at worst, foolish. However, precisely because of this naiveté and competitive nature, Horus trusted Fulgrim, who was destined to be his underling. Fulgrim's personality was not one for leading a faction.

After a brief conversation, the three Primarchs and Baldur entered the lower deck of the Vengeful Spirit unescorted. The three Primarchs entered another compartment, while Baldur would face Fulgrim alone.

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Balder walked into the house. To his surprise, Fulgrim did not draw his sword and prepare for a decisive battle. Instead, he sat in front of a huge drawing board and painted something with a brush in his hand.

"You're here! I knew you wouldn't give up this chance to prove yourself." Fulgrim set down his brush and looked up at Balder, a smile playing on his lips. His handsome face radiated a dazzling light. Honestly, after the angel, Fulgrim was the second most handsome of the Primarchs.

"Proof? No, I don't need proof. The fact that I'm standing before you alive is proof of my ability," Baldur said nonchalantly. Having come this far, Baldur had reason to be proud. He had lived since the dawn of humanity, reincarnated countless times, battled countless evil gods, and faced the wrath of his own kind. Even during the unprecedented catastrophe of the Fall of the Eldar and the birth of Slaanesh, which saw most of the Eldar gods killed or wounded, and at least two alien gods perished (the Hrud and the Sra, of which the Hrud was slain by Slaanesh in the previous case). Yet, Baldur had somehow escaped from an impossible situation! And now, he was back! The question was, who else?!

Chapter 252: Go through the process and win

"My greatness doesn't need to be proven to anyone," Balder thought to himself. Obviously, with Fugen's experience and knowledge, he didn't understand what Balder meant by this. Instead, he thought it was a compliment.

"Come and see what my painting is like," Fulgrim said. Baldur then walked over. On the canvas appeared a magnificent plaza. In the painting, Fulgrim stood beside his father, announcing his return to the remaining 300 Emperor's Children. He vowed to make his Legion a model for the Imperium.

"You used too many brilliant colors, distorting the entire painting and its meaning." Balder took a look and said, "At that time, the Emperor's Children Legion was on the brink of collapse, the darkness before dawn, and you diluted the atmosphere with bright colors. According to you, your arrival has given your Legion a new life and a new direction. You want to express hope, not glory. You are too obsessed with external splendor and glory, and have overlooked the purpose and connotation of your painting."

"Are you saying I'm shallow?" Fugen narrowed his eyes, his tone rather unfriendly.

"Haha." Balder picked up the charcoal stick and, after a moment's thought, placed it on the canvas. He added a few strokes, transforming the painting's style from grand and magnificent to something heavier and more solemn. As an old man who had lived for tens of thousands of years, Balder's strength lay not only in his combat prowess, but also in his diverse knowledge.

"emmmm." After watching it, although Fugen was a little unhappy, he still nodded slightly. After a few changes, the whole picture was indeed much better.

"You are really outstanding. I don't know how you grew up." Fugen said with a complicated expression.

"Haha, as you live longer, you grow up." Balder said with a smile.

"We are the descendants of the Emperor. Our father is as perfect and powerful as a god walking on earth. So as his sons, although our abilities vary, we are undoubtedly superhuman. Mortals describe us as demigods, but why do you? You don't even have the genetic seed implanted." said Fulgrim.

"Haha." Balder laughed. "Fulgrim, you don't think the Emperor had no other companions before you, do you? Throughout the vast history of human civilization, there has never been a shortage of outstanding individuals, some even more outstanding than the Primarchs. Time and strife have obliterated them, but this cannot in the least deny their existence. You have only just stepped onto the grand stage of the galaxy, and you still have much to learn."

"I feel your arrogance and contempt for me!" Fugen stood up. It was obvious that he did not agree with what Balder said!

"Come on then." Balder took out his own weapon, the Fang of Nar, strengthened by the gods! As the over-a-meter-long blade emerged from its scabbard, Balder unleashed a ray of golden light. This sword didn't have a field generator installed. Just kidding! It's a divine weapon, how could it be so vulgar?

"Nice sword..." Fulgrim exclaimed in admiration, looking at the longsword that fused the power and craftsmanship of the Eldar gods. "And my weapon is no less impressive." With that, Fulgrim drew his specially crafted weapon. It resembled a boning saber, but was thicker and heavier, with a certain curvature, perfect for powerful slashing blows.

"I name it the Sword of Excellence. It's the pinnacle of my current forging skills. I believe it's powerful enough to handle any foe, including powerful psychics." Fulgrim drew his sword, and as the Disintegration Field unfolded, a pale blue aura enveloped the blade! Simultaneously, as the Field activated, a soul-shaking force radiated outward. Clearly, Fulgrim had used his skill to allow the Untouchable element within the sword to diffuse along with the Field. Any other psychic within range would be extremely uncomfortable. Fulgrim also knew that the Untouchable's anti-magic field was small, so he devised ways to improve it. While still modest, it was certainly sufficient for close combat.

"Oh, it's hard to believe you're overthinking this." Balder didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hadn't originally planned to use his metaphysical abilities to fight Fulgrim, but seeing Fulgrim's attitude, Balder decided to play a little joke on him.

"Your cloak is getting in the way," Balder said, pointing slightly. Fulgrim's cloak was untied and flew onto a clothes rack nearby.

"This... This is impossible! The ashes of the Untouchables are fused into this sword! Within a certain range, psychic energy cannot be used, and all think tanks cannot use it!" For a moment, Fulgrim's mind was shaken. The reason he dared to fight Balder alone was based on the fact that the other party could not use psychic energy, so he forged this sword, not only as a fighting weapon, but also as a magic-proof weapon. However, all his efforts and calculations seemed so insignificant in the eyes of the opponent. Under the influence of the Untouchables' anti-magic field, the opponent still used psychic energy when he should.

This scene also shocked Horus and Mortarion in the next room. In an instant, Horus stood up, because he knew that Fulgrim had no chance of winning if his opponent could use psychic powers.

"Khan, my brother, can you explain this?" Horus said to the Khan. Mortarion, standing beside him, also cast a scrutinizing gaze, though with a hint of timidity in it.

"The power of the Untouchables also has an upper limit. When the opponent's power becomes strong enough, the Untouchables' magic-sealing effect will become ineffective. It's that simple." Khan said calmly.

"Does father know about this?" Horus clearly felt that things had gone beyond his expectations. Psychic powers were beyond standard... Even an Alpha-class psychic, someone who could decimate entire armies with a single wave of their hands, couldn't use psychic powers within the Untouchable's anti-magic field.

"Of course I know. The existence of these predecessors is to deal with the most dangerous targets. For example, the Randan aliens we encountered this time. There are also super-sized ones among them, so we need to mobilize the power of these predecessors." Khan said.

"Is it the same for Lord Balder of the Space Wolves?" Horus raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Then you need to ask Russ..." Khan made a helpless gesture.

"You are lucky, my brother, he has descended upon Chogoris." Horus said with a hint of sourness in his voice.

"They may be more casual by nature, but they also shoulder a heavy mission. They will stand on the front line against Ran Dan and face the most terrifying and mysterious enemies. Their strength is also beyond our imagination." Khan said with some sadness in his tone.

"Stop, Khan, there is no need to continue this battle." Horus said after controlling his emotions.

"It seems that a fight has already started on the other side..." Mortarion suddenly spoke.

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"Still fighting?" Balder said, stroking the Fang of Nar in his hand. "I promise not to use any psychic energy. Let's have a swordsmanship contest."

"Hu, I won't surrender without a fight." Fugen breathed heavily, adjusting his body and mood. He was originally ready to give up, but when the other party said that he could not use psychic power, Fugen felt that he still had some chance!

"Take a break, drink some water, calm down, and then we'll come back." Balder was also ready for battle. "I'll stop when I'm done."

"Okay." Fulgrim nodded. At this moment, Fulgrim was doing things really delicately and seriously. To be honest, Fulgrim's level was also very good among the Primarchs, otherwise he would not have been regarded as a close friend by Ferrus.

Finally, Fulgrim launched his attack. His movements were as swift as lightning, leaving only a blurry shadow in the mortal's vision. He thrust the Sword of Transcendent at a treacherous angle towards Baldur. In a fraction of a second, the Primarch delivered the first blow, and the two weapons collided. The fragmented points of the Sword of Transcendent collided with the Fang of Nar, emitting a series of explosive explosions.

As long as Balder was willing, the Fang of Nar, as a divine artifact, could easily cut off all mortal soldiers, but Balder was not willing to do so. He gave Fulgrim an illusion that the weapons of both sides were basically evenly matched.

Fugen's first attack was blocked, and then the competition of strength began. The huge force coming from the sword made Fugen slightly stunned. The opponent's strength was greater than his, so Fugen took a half step back, drew back the weapon in his hand, and launched an attack again. At this moment, his agility, skills and speed were fully utilized!

With each swing and slash, Fulgrim seemed enveloped in white light. He unleashed a storm of attacks upon his foe. At that moment, it seemed as if he wasn't alone, but countless beings simultaneously thrust their razor-sharp swords at Balder. However, each of these fierce attacks was neutralized one by one. The typhoon-like fury of the attack finally vanished before Balder. Balder and the space around him were as calm as the eye of a typhoon, a gentle breeze and a clear, untroubled day.

"An opponent worthy of admiration, no, worthy of learning and pursuit." The consecutive failed attacks didn't frustrate Fugen; on the contrary, it only fueled his fighting spirit. Fugen was conceited and vain, but even at this moment, he still acknowledged his opponent's excellence and sought to learn from him. And it was clear that Fugen believed that, at least in terms of defense, his opponent was far superior to him.

And what was Balder doing at this moment? He was carefully controlling the "temperature." That's right, temperature. Like the saying, "boiling a frog in warm water—if the temperature is too high, what happens if the frog gets anxious?" As for fighting? Honestly, Fulgrim's skill is nothing compared to a god. Even without psychic powers, Balder, with tens of thousands of years of swordsmanship experience, could still defeat his enemies through his vast experience and the unspoken perception that only a god possesses.

The battle between the two sides lasted for fifteen minutes, and when Fulgrim paused in his continuous attacks, Balder began to counterattack. After deflecting Fulgrim's slash, Balder moved closer and stabbed out with the Fang of Nar in his hand, followed by a series of attacks.

Powerful yet agile, each strike put Fulgrim under immense pressure. The opponent's rhythmic attack kept Fulgrim on edge every second. This situation lasted for about half an hour. After such a high-intensity exchange between the two inhuman beings, Fulgrim's condition inevitably declined. Then, it was time for Balder to launch his final assault.

The brilliant golden sword traced a series of mysterious paths through the air. Finally, when Balder deflected Fulgrim's sword with the artifact in his hand, a ray of divine power danced on the Fang of Nar. Then, with a speed that even the Primarch could not see clearly, he stabbed Fulgrim's left side, leaving a shallow scar on his left rib! Then, the Fang of Nar, stained with Fulgrim's blood, was withdrawn, and Balder withdrew from the battle.

"This..." Feeling a sharp pain in his left ribs and glancing at the blood on the opponent's sword, Fulgrim realized he had lost. The sword had easily sliced ​​through his power armor, leaving a tiny scar on his body. The scar was very shallow, and with the Primarch's physique, it would heal quickly. Even now, the bleeding had stopped, but a loss was a loss!

"That's all." Balder said with a smile after putting away the sword in his hand. It was a very calm smile, just like an elder's smile to a naughty junior.

"Insane." Fulgrim's lips twitched slightly, though his expression wasn't exactly furious. Perhaps after Balder's display of psychic power, he'd already anticipated this. Furthermore, the battle seemed almost uneventful. Although the swordfighting lasted quite a while, Fulgrim hadn't had a chance from start to finish. It felt more like a routine. Fulgrim then performed a sword salute. With a look of slight frustration and embarrassment on his face, he left the room without even looking for Horus.

"You are really outstanding, Lord Bart." Looking at Balder who walked into the room, Horus said with a complicated expression.

"Alright, let's just treat it as a game. A fight is a fight, but because the secular world prioritizes glory and prestige, it's caused disputes and conflicts. Let's just let it go and do our respective things," Balder said calmly. Mission accomplished, he didn't want to linger here any longer.

"Also, don't take certain things too seriously. After this war, the Fifth Legion and I will participate in the Randan War. So, before we leave, let's not create any new conflicts. Let's all fight this battle peacefully, okay?" Balder looked at Horus, then at Mortarion on the side.

"Participate in the Battle of Randan? Has the situation deteriorated to this point?" Although Horus had expected this, he was also very surprised when Balder said this. He also subconsciously thought that this person, who might be his father's companion, had learned some shocking news.

Chapter 253 The Emperor's Call and the Legion's Response (9K)

"It's rather bad. The Emperor is dealing with something. We'll learn the details later." Baldur clearly didn't want to dwell on the matter any further. He then looked at Mortarion and asked, "Would you all like to cooperate in this battle?" Baldur repeated his previous question.

"Then let's all cooperate and finish the battle," Mortarion said in a deep voice. There was no point in being competitive anymore. After all, with such a being around, the aid from Horus and Fulgrim was of little use. If they wanted to win, they would definitely win. Why engage in a competition that would inevitably lead to failure? Mortarion was a bit stubborn, but not stupid!

"Farewell, Horus, Mortarion," the Khan said, rising. The two then departed the Spirit of Vengeance. Long before they departed, Fulgrim had already returned to his flagship. Vespasian, Eidolon, and Akurduna stood before Fulgrim, who sat upon his throne, his mind seemingly wandering.

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"Vespasian." Fugen's voice was light and seemed to come from far away.

"Father, I'm here." Vespasian stepped forward and bowed.

"Take some of your men to the White Scars Legion to participate in this war," said Fulgrim.

"This..." Vespasian was speechless. He looked at Fulgrim in surprise, then at Eidolon, who also looked downcast. After all, this was completely different from what the Primarch had agreed to. Hadn't they initially agreed to fully support Mortarion? And it was Eidolon who took the order. But now, why was Vespasian sent there?

"Go, Vespasian, my child, you are one of my best descendants. Learn the strengths of the White Scars Legion and make us better." Fulgrim seemed too lazy to explain something and just gave orders.

Today's blow was certainly a heavy one, but Fulgrim remained sane. He was grateful to Horus. After all, it was Horus's arrangement that allowed him to save face. Only the Primarchs knew about this duel; Horus and Mortarion wouldn't reveal it. The Khan probably wouldn't either.

As for the senior, he certainly wouldn't. In his opinion, he had been playing the fight with a joking attitude from the beginning. The opponent's strength was beyond Fugen's expectations, and he didn't care about winning or losing. Fugen could predict that in the countless years since, this terrifying senior must have defeated foes even stronger than him. Perhaps his current level wouldn't even be able to rank among them! So much so, that even after the victory, the opponent remained remarkably calm.

After saving face, Fulgrim's only concern was learning from his opponent. As for helping Mortarion? Haha, facing such a being, victory or defeat depended on the opponent's whim. Fulgrim believed Mortarion would understand his approach. Of course, if he didn't, he didn't care. Fulgrim and Mortarion's relationship wasn't great either... Fulgrim and Ferrus were very similar at this point, learning from the other's strengths to improve themselves. If before, Fulgrim felt they were evenly matched, now, recognizing their strength, his competitive spirit faded, and he instead felt it was beneficial to learn from their strengths.

"As you command, father," Vespasian saluted again.

"Eidolon." Fulgrim looked at his other son. "In the future, show some respect to the White Scars. They are very powerful."

"Uh... yes, father." Eidolon was stunned at first, but looking at Fugen's gloomy face, he immediately lowered his head, indicating that he already knew.

"Okay, you two go to work, Akurduna stays here." Fugen looked at his best swordsman and said, with a rare gentleness in his tone.

"This is the weapon I forged. I once wanted to use it to challenge an opponent, but in the end, I tried my best, but my efforts and dedication seemed so powerless and ridiculous to the opponent." Fugen said as he stroked the Sword of Excellence in his hand.

"But, after all, it is a weapon that I have worked hard to create. Although it cannot be the bearer of my glory, its value as a weapon should not be buried. So, I have decided to give it to you. This sword is called the Sword of Excellence. I hope that you can live up to this title in the future." Fugen said with some sadness.

Fugen is a person who pursues perfection. Although he is not particularly hard to accept his failure this time, after all, this person might be a predecessor who used to hang out with his father. However, seeing that the weapon he made, which was supposed to record the glory of his victory, turned into a weapon of defeat, made Fugen feel uncomfortable. On the one hand, this would remind him of his failure, and on the other hand, he wanted to make a better weapon. So after thinking about it, he decided to give this weapon to his best swordsman so that he could carry it forward in his hands.

"As you wish, father." Second Captain Akurduna stood up and respectfully accepted the Primarch's sword, then stepped aside. He subconsciously thought that his father might have encountered something. But the Primarch didn't want to talk, and he couldn't ask! Remaining silent and accepting the weapon was what he should do now.

"This sword is a bit special and there are some restrictions in its use." Fugen thought about it and told Akurduna some things, such as the special attack effect of this weapon on psychics, as well as some taboos.

"This..." Akurduna realized that this weapon seemed to be made specifically for someone. He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but seeing the Primarch's attitude, in the end, the Emperor's Sword Saint took the sword.