Chapter 189: Plan to Save Fulgrim
After a lightning-fast nine-whip combo sequence, Francis felt refreshed entirely, a few beads of sweat forming on his forehead. No wonder he used to see old people swinging whips under bridges regularly. It really does relax you thoroughly.
But that wasn't the main point at all. Francis leaned his head closer, looking Fulgrim directly in the eye, and said calmly. "How about it? Do you remember who I am now?"
Fulgrim, whose body was still trembling uncontrollably, looked at him blankly and murmured weakly.
"Francis? Whe...Where am I exactly?" At the sight of this response, all the Soul Drinkers were immediately thrilled.
This was a groundbreaking treatment method, a single treatment capable of curing multiple psychological illnesses simultaneously, truly a blessing for patients everywhere.
Then, Fulgrim gradually remembered everything clearly. He immediately started thrashing wildly and violently, shouting.
"Francis! It's useless! The lord of excess will grant me supreme pleasure! You can't kill me at all!"
"I'll kill you! I'll KILL YOU ALL!"
Francis sighed heavily and deeply. "Ohh Goddammit...Sigh~"
It was clear that the other party had sobered up considerably, but he still hadn't grasped the situation fully.
Snap!
Francis flicked the Neuro-whip sharply, and a strange ripple emanated from it immediately. Fulgrim instantly felt his scalp tingle nervously.
His intuition told him clearly that if he were to be struck dead by this thing directly, he would truly be dead permanently.
"If you have the guts, put that thing down and let's have a fair one-on-one fight!" Listening to the other party's unreasonable demand, Francis merely smirked knowingly. "Are you afraid of actually dying?"
Before Fulgrim could argue further, the dark whip had already descended swiftly.
Snap, snap, snap!
In the air around them, whip shadows constantly flickered rapidly, followed by the continuous rupturing on Fulgrim's body everywhere. His pale face instantly flushed red, then gradually turned purple. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he roared out desperately.
"Aghh! Aghhh!!"
"Damn it! Francis, you... Ah!"
"St..STOP! Ah! Are you deaf? Damn you, Francis, DAMN YOU!!" The extreme pain made Fulgrim wish he were dead entirely. He felt no pleasure at all, only boundless agony completely! It was as if a needle was constantly grating against his private rod directly! Completely crushing his soul in unbearable agony.
"Write down your true name immediately! Otherwise, I'll call Ferrus to come see you personally!"
During the whipping, Francis repeatedly asked the same question. At first, the other party was downright stubborn, but as the whipping continued more and more relentlessly, Fulgrim finally couldn't hold on and laboured his word frantically.
"I'll write it! I'll write it down Stchop it.. hah ..ha WHat is wrong with you damn, F**** ****** *** *AGhh agah agh~!"
Francis finally stopped the whipping, letting a Soul Drinker remember his true name carefully.
Fulgrim, in immense pain from the whipping still, asked incredulously and confused.
"Didn't they say that when you capture a daemon, they'll always be forced to watch Teletubbies endlessly? Why do I have nothing at all?"
Hearing this question, Francis looked at him as if he were an idiot and murmured. "Does misinformation spread that fast in the Warp these days?"
"Besides, they are the Blood God's daemons specifically, simple-minded and physically strong. Of course, you can do that to them easily! You're entirely different! You believe in the lord of Pleasures. Making you watch Teletubbies would be letting you off easy!" Having said that firmly, Francis quickly walked out.
Meanwhile, Fulgrim stood frozen in place, motionless, crying out in immense pain continuously.
...
"Indeed, rumors are not to be trusted at all!" Francis, now outside the chamber, took out his all-silver Ork phone and made a call immediately.
After a few seconds of waiting, Ferrus's joyful voice came from the other end of the line clearly. "Francis, what is it? Do you need my help again?"
Francis took a deep breath, slowly and said carefully, "I've captured Fulgrim. Come over in a few months. I have a method that might be able to save him."
Hearing that name specifically, Ferrus's voice instantly dropped as he replied firmly, "Hmm, oh yes! I'll be there! I'll be there to 'save' him."
After ending the call, Francis looked at the phone for a few seconds. "That didn't sound good at all...Hmm, well, anyway, my plan is going well, so everything is absolutely fine."
...
At that moment, Fabius was gently combing his daughter's hair, looking at Melusine with doting eyes as he said it lovingly.
"I really don't know. To think that boy would get off so easily! Damn it! I must severely beat him! No! At least ten Whpis!"
Seeing Fabius's furious expression, Melusine's eyes curved sweetly, and she covered her mouth, giggling softly. "Hehe~ My destined one is a peerless hero. One day, he will arrive on a Glorius battleship to marry me."
Hearing this statement, Fabius broke the comb in his hand and was about to erupt when, with a bang, the door was suddenly kicked open. Then he saw an unseen hand firmly grab him by the collar and sprint him toward the laboratory.
Melusine watched them disappear down the corridor quickly.
Screech!
The laboratory door opened quickly, and a blast of cold air rushed out immediately. The lab was filled with instruments and containers. Discarded biological specimens were piled in the corners, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of disinfectant.
Fabius nearly suffocated completely. When he looked up, he saw Francis's eager eyes clearly.
Franciss snapped his fingers and said, "Alright, Fabius, time to do some good work. Now, clone me a Fulgrim immediately!"
Fabius: "!!! Heh?"
His brain raced frantically, and after much deliberation, he replied nervously, "Um, my lord. How could I clone my own Primarch? That's simply unforgivable! And I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Francis kicked him and said in a low, firm voice. "That's enough bootlicking, okay? That filial-son rhetoric isn't gonna work on me. We're both going to be 1000-year-old foxes. Why are you playing 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' with me?"
Although Fabius didn't understand 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' at all, he was pretty pleased that the lord said he could live at least a thousand years.
Then Francis carefully drew Fulgrim's blood. The moment he saw it, Fabius looked as eager as if he had seen his own father.
Subsequently, Fabius opened his recordbook and activated his devices, while Francis started a gene-mapping instrument. Various chemical agents and precise devices began to hum loudly, and the laboratory lights flickered with a cold glow continuously.
The two of them spent several months shamelessly immersed in the laboratory together.
"We've reached the critical step! Now, insert the prepared gene-seed carefully!" Listening to Francis's voice, Fabius swallowed hard, then precisely and accurately inserted the prepared gene-seed.
Fabius asked nervously. "Then how much longer do we need to wait exactly?"
"Two minutes, it must be precise down to the last fraction of a second!" Francis's voice was tense, as their chances for experimentation were running out.
One minute passed!
Another thirty seconds passed!
Ten seconds!
Nine!
Eight!
...
Three!
Two!
One!
"Now! Quick!" As Francis roared loudly, Fabius quickly lifted the lid.
"It's now!"
"Slurp Slurp Slurp~" Taking a big slurp eagerly, Fabius showed an expression of immense satisfaction, as if he had reached heaven itself.
"This noodle is truly amazing!"
"It's so delicious! Why am I crying from how good it tastes!" Seeing the other party's delighted expression, Francis said calmly, "Because I added onions!"
Clone Fulgrim stood nearby, utterly bewildered and completely.
He couldn't understand why two people capable of cloning him would be so meticulous about how to cook the most delicious bowl of noodles.
If he remembered correctly, when he first woke up from the cultivation pod, they should have just kicked open the hatch.
After eating together, Francis took Clone Fulgrim directly to the original's confinement room.
When their eyes met, the original Fulgrim's gaze actually flickered with a hint of self-doubt clearly.
Meanwhile, Clone Fulgrim immediately wanted to strangle the other, his eyes bloodshot as he roared furiously. "How dare you betray the Emperor!"
"I really want to kill you right now! Look at what you've become! Neither human nor ghost, you're utterly hideous!"
"I am ashamed to be your clone!"
Thankfully, Francis stopped him physically, because he had told the other that ordinary methods would only send Fulgrim back to the Warp, which wouldn't solve the problem at all.
And Francis had said this to the clone previously: "I have a way to give Fulgrim a certain chance to return to the Imperium, but it might make your consciousness disappear. Are you willing?"
Upon hearing this question, Clone Fulgrim merely smiled calmly. "I can give my life to the Emperor willingly. As long as the Emperor needs me, I am willing to offer everything!"
Francis fell silent, but eventually, he asked the question. "Aren't you curious why I am so insistent on saving Fulgrim? Or rather, why would I sacrifice you?"
But Clone Fulgrim still maintained that calm and collected expression. "I only know that you wouldn't lie to me. The Primarch must be more useful to the Emperor than I, a clone. Understanding that is enough for me!"
"After all, he is the Emperor's son. I am merely a clone. Perhaps I don't have the right to call Him Father." Thinking of this, Francis only hoped that his method would have a good outcome.
Meanwhile, the original Fulgrim, seeing his clone, roared in agony desperately. "Don't say anything more! Don't say anything more!"
"I beg you, don't look at me anymore! Don't look at me!"
"No!" He shook his head frantically, trying not to let the other see his appearance clearly. However, the clone stared fixedly at him, constantly denouncing his disloyalty!
As for Francis, he had already left for the conference room, where he wrote a story eloquently.
In a temple on Cadia, a group of believers sat around a bonfire, the air filled with the scent of old ink and burning paper.
At this moment, on the temple walls, candlelight cast flickering shadows, as if narrating endless history.
Some tattered scrolls and records were scattered on the ground. The believers formed a circle, discussing in low voices a story they had never seen before.
[End of Chapter]