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The body of Fulgrim began to disappear the second that he was killed. The Omnissiah tried to eat the soul, at least a piece of it to guarantee that Fulgrim would never be at his full strength again. But he was fighting Gods and found his gullet stuffed with five hundred Aledari Souls courtesy of the Dark Prince itself.
After all, Slaanesh would not so willingly give the souls of its most prize servants so willingly.
“You did well, Perturabo.” The Omnissiah said as he felt his wounds begin to heal, “I can see it, all that you have accomplished within the Federation. It took grit, but you also worked well with Corvus.”
Perturabo stood tall to those words of praise. It was a hard fight against two Legions worth of Astartes and all the horrors that both sides were so willing to summon. A few hundred worlds were lost to the warp, sacrificed in the name of the Chaos Gods. However, Lucius remained untouched and Dutonis prevailed. Mezoa was harmed but in the end its fires were still lit throughout the entire war.
All in all, hard won but he succeeded.
Perturabo looked upon his brother with callus eyes, weighing his response to those words. They widened just a moment as if he remembered something that he should have said long ago, “You are welcome, brother.”
It was then that the Omnissiah felt the tug of reality. His voice becoming silent as he reestablished the motive force and brought Terra once again into its orbit. At the same time he performed the workings of a God Perturabo looked upon what was the Vengeful Spirit with something close to weariness within his eyes.
“Horus is dead.” The Omnissiah spoke as Terra’s reentry into the material universe was finished.
>Return to the Golden Throne
>Work of clearing the traitors all around.
>Head to the Blackstone Fortress in the sky.
