Chapter 992: Battle of the Twin Phoenixes

"Finally here, my brother from a parallel world."

Fulgrim stepped onto the bridge of the Chaos flagship. The metal floor beneath his feet was twisted and deformed by the erosion of Chaos energy, and it seemed to be wriggling like a living thing.

The air was filled with the smell of decay, a sickeningly sweet aroma intertwined with the smell of blood, stimulating his senses.

His eyes swept around, and chaos runes flickered on the walls, as if mocking his arrival.

His armor was stained with the purple blood of the Noise Warriors, and the blade in his hand flashed with a cold light.

Opposite him, Chaos Fulgrim was slowly standing up, his scarlet eyes fixed on him, a twisted smile on his lips.

"You have finally come," said Fulgrim, in a voice as smooth as silk, yet with an unsettling tremor. "I have been waiting for you, my... brother."

Fulgrim looked at him coldly, the sword in his hand slightly raised, a cold light flashing on the edge.

"I am not your brother, you are just a monster corrupted by Chaos."

Fulgrim's eyes pierced the other party like a knife, "Your so-called "power" is nothing but a shackle bestowed upon you by Chaos, traitor!"

"You became their plaything, a puppet driven by lust and madness. You betrayed yourself, the Emperor, and humanity."

Chaos Fulgrim's expression twisted slightly, and the scarlet light in his eyes flickered.

He clenched the giant sword in his hand. The sword was wrapped in chaotic energy and emitted a low humming sound.

"What do you know? The Emperor is just a tyrant, he never really cared about us! He only wanted to use us, like tools!"

"And you chose to become a tool of Chaos? It seems no different than being used by the Emperor?"

Fulgrim's voice was filled with sarcasm. "How ironic. You claim that the Emperor has bound you, but now it seems that you are nothing more than a pitiful creature blinded by Chaos' lies."

"You've lost your freedom, your glory, and even your self. Look at what you look like - you used to be the embodiment of perfection, and now, you're just a twisted monster..."

"Just a pathetic traitor..."

"Lowly creature! This is the body given to me by the great gods!"

Chaos Fulgrim's roar echoed in the bridge, and his greatsword was swung out suddenly, and the blade with chaos energy was pointing straight at Fulgrim's throat.

Fulgrim quickly raised his sword to block, and the two blades collided, bursting into dazzling sparks.

"You're too scared to face the truth!"

Chaos Fulgrim roared, "You are afraid to acknowledge your own power, afraid to accept the gift of Chaos!"

"the truth?"

Fulgrim sneered and exerted his strength to push the other back. "The truth is that you have been corrupted by Chaos and become a sad joke. You once pursued perfection, but now, you have even sold your soul. Your so-called "gift" is nothing more than a shackle used by Chaos to control you."

Chaos Fulgrim's expression became more ferocious, and his attacks became more violent, but Fulgrim's defense was impenetrable.

In every confrontation, Fulgrim was able to accurately block the opponent's attacks, while continuing to pierce the opponent's heart with words.

"You were once the pride of the Emperor, the leader of the Third Legion,"

Fulgrim's voice was like an icy blade. "And now, you are but a pitiful creature at the mercy of Chaos. Your Legion has become a pawn of Chaos, and your honor has been trampled underfoot. You... have nothing left."

The angry voice of Chaos Fulgrim echoed in the bridge. His figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment he appeared beside Fulgrim, slashing down with the sword in his hand with the energy of Chaos.

Fulgrim quickly raised his sword to block, and the two blades collided, bursting into dazzling sparks.

Chaos Fulgrim's power was far greater than before, and Fulgrim was knocked back several steps, the floor beneath his feet cracking from the huge impact.

"See? This is the power given to me by the gods! You will never understand! Such a strong and perfect power!"

Chaos Fulgrim roared, his attacks becoming more frantic but less methodical.

Fulgrim saw the opportunity and stabbed out with his sword. The blade pierced through Chaos Fulgrim's shoulder armor and purple blood gushed out.

"Look at what you look like now,"

Fulgrim said coldly, his voice full of the sarcasm of a victor, "You once pursued perfection, but now, you have lost even the most basic sanity. You have lost, not only to me, but also to yourself."

"No! This is impossible! I am the perfect creation of the gods! I cannot lose!"

The crazy Chaos Fulgrim launched an attack again. His figure shuttled through the bridge like a ghost, and his sword blade, carrying the energy of chaos, continued to slash at Fulgrim.

Fulgrim used his superb swordsmanship and keen intuition to block the opponent's attacks time and time again.

His sword blade drew graceful arcs in the air, and every swing of the sword was carried out with incredible precision and power.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and the swords of both sides kept colliding in the air, erupting with a deafening roar.

Fulgrim's attacks became more and more violent, his blade was wrapped in the energy of chaos, and every swing of the sword carried devastating power.

Fulgrim fought steadily, his defense was impeccable, and he looked for opportunities to counterattack.

Suddenly, Chaos Fulgrim's figure disappeared again, and the next moment he appeared behind Fulgrim, with the sword pointing directly at his back.

Fulgrim turned quickly and blocked the opponent's attack with his sword, but his arm was torn by the chaos energy and blood flowed from the wound.

"Hahahahaha! This is the power of the Chaos Gods!"

"How long can you hold on? One minute? Five minutes? Or ten minutes?" Chaos Fulgrim's voice was filled with sarcasm, "Your strength is nothing more than an ant in front of me!"

"Your power is indeed great," Fulgrim said coldly, "but you have been corrupted by Chaos and have lost your mind. You are no longer the warrior who pursued perfection, but a monster driven by desire."

"You are not a warrior, you are just a monster..."

Fulgrim suddenly jumped up and the blade pierced through the Chaos Fulgrim's breastplate.

Chaos Fulgrim fell to his knees, staring at Fulgrim with scarlet eyes, filled with anger and unwillingness. His voice was low and hoarse: "You... you think you won? The power of Chaos... will never disappear..."

"Perhaps," Fulgrim sheathed his sword and turned away, "but at least, I am still me, and you... are nothing."

"Traitor, burn to ashes before the wrath of the God-Emperor!"

At the moment when Chaos Fulgrim was about to launch a sneak attack, Fulgrim easily pulled out the blade again and chopped off Chaos Fulgrim's head.

Golden flames gushed out from Fulgrim's blade, then ignited the body of Chaos Fulgrim until it was burned to ashes.