Chapter 192: Never Change!
Ferrus's hard iron fist kept striking Fulgrim directly, and even as his flesh tore, he continued to moan wantonly. Seeing this, Ferrus immediately flew into a rage and roared angrily, "You'll never change! Damn you, Fulgrim! DAMN YOU! Today, you shall cry in pain, cry for me! Confess your sins in pain!"
Bang!
The punch, like a thunderous strike, hit Fulgrim's chest with unimaginable force. Fulgrim's body slammed backward into the blackstone cage behind him, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Pain flickered in his eyes briefly, but a twisted smile still played on his lips, a bizarre smile tinged with both agony and madness.
"Haha~ I can't cry!" Fulgrim laughed.
"Hahaha! This feels good! Keep hitting me! Keep hitting me! Haha! I can't be sad! I'm so excited! I'm so stimulated!" Fulgrim's voice was hoarse and low, filled with a chilling fanaticism. "Haha! I can't control myself! Haha!"
Bang!
Ferrus looked at this scene in disbelief, almost instinctively throwing another punch. This time, his fist directly struck Fulgrim's jaw, as if to shatter his skull completely. Fulgrim's neck twisted sharply, and he almost lost his balance, but he didn't fall.
Instead, his eyes glowed with a frantic light, and his hands suddenly gripped the iron bars tightly, struggling violently, as if challenging all of Ferrus's attacks.
"Is that all? Is that all?" Fulgrim taunted. "You can't take him away! He already belongs to me! Haha~"
Fulgrim panted heavily, then his expression suddenly changed, and an unsettling light flickered in his eyes. "So good! Little brother, come again, hit me again! I'm in pleasure Ha-Ha~"
As he spoke, Fulgrim tried to break through the cage, but the moment he exerted force, the isolation room's ceiling opened, revealing countless blackstones within.
Ferrus was even more enraged at this.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With each punch, Fulgrim's body rebounded like a spring, being struck more and more violently. His body bent like a constantly deforming piece of metal, and he still twisted frantically, letting out excited roars.
"Do you think I feel pain?" Fulgrim scoffed, his voice completely enveloped by the chaotic pleasure. "No! Every hit brings me unimaginable pleasure, Mortals! You simply can't understand, Ferrus, you can't understand!"
Despite Fulgrim's body being continuously struck, with blood and shattered scales flying everywhere, the light in his eyes showed no sign of submission. Instead, it grew even more frantic and excited.
...
Inside the laboratory, the daemon screamed.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
"Stop hitting! I can't take it anymore! Stop hitting! The Lord of Pleasure won't let you off! Ah! Ah! Ahhh...!"
The Neuro-whip struck repeatedly, and the daemon's body was almost torn to shreds with each lash. Its scales were peeled off layer by layer by the whip, revealing twisted flesh and corrupted internal organs beneath. The daemon's screams grew hoarser and hoarser.
"Stop..." the daemon barely managed to utter, its voice like torn rags, the painful vibrations making its body bend even more. "Please... stop..."
However, this plea only made the whip's swings more ferocious.
Bang!
With another loud crack, the daemon's body was whipped into an even more twisted shape, and purple blood gushed from its wounds.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The whip's frequency increased, and the daemon's entire body was so ravaged that there was hardly any intact part left. Its eyes had dimmed completely, and the marks of pain on its face became even deeper.
As the last whip fell, an expression of extreme terror appeared on its face. Time seemed to stretch endlessly before it, and it watched the Neuro-whip strike its chest.
"NOO!" it shrieked desperately. Unfortunately for him, it was too late. With a bang, the daemon's already twisted body instantly turned into a cloud of purple smoke, completely dissipating into the air.
Afterward, a full cup of transparent liquid flowed from the faucet outside the glass chamber, rapidly evaporating.
Fabius, standing by, stared at this scene in a daze. Everything that had just happened made his scalp tingle; he seemed to sense the daemon's fear. That was an expression that only appeared when facing true death. The last time he saw it was when he was making his human skin coat.
"Drink! Why aren't you drinking!" Francis urged. "If you don't drink it soon, it will evaporate!"
Hearing Francis's urging, Fabius hastily swallowed the remaining half-cup of liquid in an instant.
The liquid burned down his throat. Immediately, Fabius felt an incredibly fresh taste, like that autumn when he ran under the setting sun. That was his last autumn before he became an Astartes, and in front of him stood the young daughter of the noble lord's family.
"You will definitely come back! I will wait for you here forever~." Facing the girl he loved, Fabius walked step by step towards her. This time, he would no longer run away. At this moment, he only wanted to embrace and kiss the girl deeply. Just as he pursed his lips, preparing to kiss her, he saw a massive fist directly strike his face.
Immediately afterward, his entire face twisted and deformed, and then his whole body shot out in a spiral, hitting the wall with a bang.
"Wake up! It's daytime, don't dream!" Francis quickly wiped his fist. That old man, after drinking, had walked over with such deep affection that it was absolutely disgusting!
Fabius, now realizing what had happened, let out a piercing scream. "My nose! My Face!"
He saw his entire nose caved in, and then in the very next second, he froze. His eyes were filled with shock as he looked at his hands. His hands, which had been covered in liver spots and shriveled, had now become incredibly smooth and delicate, as if he had truly returned to being eighteen years old.
"It really worked! It really worked!" Fabius exclaimed. "Haha! It's reversed! It's truly reversed! This is simply a divine skill!"
Ignoring the pain, he rushed to Francis's side, looking at him with a fawning expression and whispering, "My lord, how did you do this? What exactly happened? You are simply the god of Science!"
Seeing the other party's teachable demeanor, Francis slowly explained, "Actually, it's simple. The Drukhari resurrection device can harvest a person's soul through pain and then use it to resurrect a new body. The reason daemons cannot be used is because they cannot be stimulated, nor can their Warp projection be touched. However, my Neuro-whip can directly attack the souls and Warp projections of all living beings! So, combining the two..."
Before Francis could finish, Fabius's mind exploded. "Then don't we have an inexhaustible resource for extending life? The entire Warp is simply a never-ending pool of treasure!"
Suddenly, Fabius's face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice, "Wait, so that daemon just now, it really died?!"
Then he saw Francis reveal a greedy smile. "Yes! The Warp is simply a treasure! And it's clean, renewable energy, which points the way for human development!"
Seeing the other party's expression, Fabius's hair stood on end instantly. "But will doing this have any side effects?" Fabius asked nervously.
Hearing Fabius say this, Francis stroked his chin and said very seriously, "Hmm, who knows? So, we need to observe you very carefully!"
Fabius stared, "....What, Wa, wait wait wait. Didn't you do any experiments before?" he asked incredulously.
"No!" Francis replied.
Fabius fell silent. "..."
Just then, Sarpedon came looking for them. "Lord Primarch, Lord Ferrus has arrived and is in the isolation room," Sarpedon reported.
Hearing this, Francis nodded, then he said to Sarpedon, "Perfect, you wait here and observe his changes here!"
"As you ordered, "Sarpedon nodded.
Fabius "..."
...
Francis turned toward the corridor. Halfway there, Francis turned and found UR-025. "Can this Neuro-whip be mass-produced?"
UR-025 "..."
Walking to the door of the isolation room, Francis pushed the door open.
Creak~
He saw Fulgrim wriggle his snake-tail towards Ferrus. When Ferrus saw Francis looking at him expressionlessly, his face immediately flushed, and he roared defensively, "It's not what you think! I'm really just teaching him a lesson!"
Francis didn't speak, remaining silent for a long time, then finally said very seriously, "Don't worry about it, I won't tell the Emperor. If it's really unbearable, why don't you try bonding with your brother again, hmm?~ You're probably missing each other for such a long time. I feel bad for you."
At this, Ferrus's blood rushed to his head, and his face turned purple. Beside him, Clone Fulgrim suppressed his laughter, his body trembling uncontrollably. However, the awkward atmosphere was soon broken by Fulgrim. He turned around and growled seductively, "Little Fufu, you're here. Come, let big sister hug you ~."
Francis, Ferrus, and Clone Fulgrim "..."
However, Fulgrim soon stopped playing around. The moment Francis struck him with the Neuro-whip, Fulgrim instantly screamed in pain.
Ferrus jerked in surprise. Before he could speak, Francis turned to him and said, "I didn't just call you here to let you vent."
At this, Ferrus frowned slightly, somewhat confused. "So why did you call me here?"
"I believe Sarpedon has already told you about my plan. However, that plan might take a long time to achieve, so I came to you this time to collaborate on making a Titan," Francis explained.
Before Ferrus could ask his question, he heard Francis continue, "I want to turn Fulgrim into a Daemon Engine-like Titan or mech. I've already figured out how to control the flesh-Titan part of Fulgrim. However, for the mechanical part, I plan to have you design it, and for the spells and seals, I'll have Magnus design them."
[End of Chapter]