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The Ulthvi Craft World is near the Eye of Terror. The Eldar of this Ark have given themselves the responsibility and burden to be vigilant against the invasion of Chaos forces into reality. The Eye of Terror was formed when the Eldar's archenemy Slaanesh was born. Staying near the Eye of Terror may require great courage for the Eldar.

And it is precisely because of the long stay near the Eye of Terror that the Ulthvi Craftworld is rich in prophets. Compared with other ways of craftsmanship, warriors and sailors, practicing the way of prophecy requires stronger psychic talents. The principle of prophecy in Warhammer 40K is to peek into the future through the time disorder attribute of the warp, so the closer to the warp, the more prophets there are.

The Eye of Terror's influence on nearby creatures is not limited to this. In the Cadia Fortress World, which is the only stable passage from the Eye of Terror to the outside world, residents can look up and see the huge purple scar in the sky. This has led to a common appearance feature of Cadians - purple pupils, which is also an effect caused by the psychic radiation of the Eye of Terror.

The Aida Dragon Ship carried Fu Qinghai and his beloved motorcycle, leaving the Uswe Ark World and slowly sailing towards the Cadia Fortress World. In order to avoid being discovered by the Imperial Navy patrol fleet, the Aida Dragon Ship stopped far away from the fortress world, and then Fu Qinghai drove the Blue Falcon alone out of the boarding deck and flew towards the nearby Imperial warship.

He was soon discovered by the Imperial Navy.

Two frigates came towards him, sandwiching him in the middle. All the detection arrays on the warships were scanning this lonely space marine floating in space. Fu Qinghai rode on the jet motorcycle and slowly raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions. A question sounded in the public channel:

"Show your identity, space marine."

Fu Qinghai did not answer the other party's question.

Instead, he opened his lips and said,

"Take me to Sigismund."

…

Battleship Eternal Expedition.

Flagship of the Black Templars Chapter.

It is also a Glorious Queen-class battleship.

Fu Qinghai, without a helmet and unarmed, walked in the corridor of the warship under the escort of five Black Templar Space Marines. The heavy footsteps echoed on the floor as they walked along the corridor to the bridge and finally entered a vast hall with a dome, with Space Marines standing on both sides.

At the end of the hall, there is a throne made of Terran stone and bronze. The throne has a tall back and wide armrests. On both sides are braziers and candles that rise gradually. The flames paint the white stone with an amber color and cast flickering shadows on the black-armored warrior sitting on the throne.

It was a white-haired Space Marine, leaning on the throne like a king taking a break. He was too strong to be lazy, too alert to rest, his hands were on the hilt of a black long sword, his eyes were calm and indifferent looking at Fu Qinghai at the other end of the hall.

"Who are you?"

The Black Sword Master asked solemnly.

"Qingshan Khan."

Fu Qing's own name on the poster:

"The Chapter Master of the Iron Pagoda, the former Captain of the 11th Company of the White Scars Chapter, the Brotherhood of the Divine Machine. You and I are from the same era, the Supreme Marshal of the Black Templars."

Fu Qinghai's words seemed a bit strange. Sigismund was already an old Space Marine with a vicissitudes of life and white hair, while Fu Qinghai's face was still young and handsome, like a new soldier who had just joined the battle group. But he said that he was a warrior of the same era as the Black Swordmaster.

"Qingshan Khan..."

Sigismund lowered his head and savored the name, as if he was trying to search for something in his memory. Then he looked up at Fu Qinghai and asked with a little confusion:

"I seem to remember that you are a descendant of the White Scars, descendants of Chagatai Khan. Your regiment was born in the Second Founding of the Army just like the Black Templars. You were very famous in the Battle of the Iron Ring, Qingshan Khan, I have heard of your name. But, as far as I know..."

Sigismund frowned and said,

"You and your chapter were declared missing by the Ministry of Military Affairs seven hundred years ago."

"That's right."

Fu Qinghai nodded calmly:

"But I'm back now."

"for what?"

Sigismund asked.

"For a prophecy."

Fu Qinghai replied calmly.

"prophecy?"

"Yes."

Fu Qinghai nodded and said:

"A prophecy about you."

"About me?"

Sigismund narrowed his eyes and stared at Fu Qinghai:

"I'd like to hear more about it."

Fu Qinghai's lips curled up into a smile.

"You fight with me in the training cage. If you win, I will tell you what the prophecy is. If you lose... I will tell you even if you lose. What do you think?"

Sigismund's eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce light:

"Perhaps I didn't express myself clearly enough, and you may not quite understand your current situation. Qingshan Khan, a Space Marine who disappeared seven hundred years ago, suddenly appeared alone in the space near the Eye of Terror on a jet motorcycle. Your identity is very suspicious. The navigator and astropath of the Eternal Crusade told me that there are demons hidden in your power armor, or perhaps more than one. No matter what you are, no matter whether you have fallen into Chaos, you are now a prisoner, not a challenger of mine!"

The black sword master suddenly burst out with murderous aura.

The surrounding Black Templar warriors were also eyeing them covetously.

"Don't be so serious."

Fu Qinghai shrugged and spread his hands and said:

"It's just a duel, just like you had in the Conqueror of the World Eaters. You have had countless duels in your life. This is just one more. With just one duel, you can get all the truth, including my identity and origin, including the prophecy about you."

When Fu Qinghai mentioned the World Eaters, the surrounding Black Templar Space Marines suddenly tightened their weapons. They didn't know whether Fu Qinghai was hinting that their Grand Marshal was involved with the Traitor Legion, but they knew that the Supreme Marshal had indeed spent a long time in the Twelfth Legion during the Great Crusade.

"You even know this…"

Sigismund felt more and more puzzled.

He didn't care about the accusations and suspicions of being involved with the traitor legion. He was the Black Swordmaster Sigismund, the Emperor's Champion Sigismund. No one had the right to question his loyalty, and no imperial agency dared to investigate and judge him. He slowly stood up from the throne.

"Okay, I'll duel with you."

The Black Sword Master spoke.

…

In the training cage of the Eternal Crusade.

Fu Qinghai and Sigismund stood face to face.

They all took off their power armor and wore only simple underwear. Compared with Fu Qinghai's perfect and strong body like a sculpture, Sigismund's body was covered with scars of all sizes. Plasma, heat, and cracking force fields... all left countless painful marks on his body.

Outside the training cage, the Black Templars' Space Marines crowded the already small space. Because Fu Qinghai proposed to take off his armor for the duel and did not wear his power armor that sealed the demon, the Black Templars' Space Marines were not worried that the High Marshal would encounter any accident.

They weren't even worried about the outcome of the duel.

No one could defeat Sigismund.

The warriors of the Black Templars have great confidence in their own Marshal - because the most powerful Space Marines in each Astartes Legion: Kos Wayne of the Dark Angels, Juba Khan of the White Scars, Kharn of the World Eaters, Sevatar of the Night Lords, Lucius of the Emperor's Children and Abaddon of the Luna Wolves... have all been defeated by him.

Sigismund casually pulled out a long sword from the weapon rack - an unsurprising choice. He raised the sword and saluted as a warrior: he lowered his head to kiss the hilt, and then pressed his forehead against the cold ridge of the sword. This action only represented Sigismund's respect for the sword in his hand and the ritual of the Imperial Fist, but did not mean that he respected Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai strolled past the weapon rack, his hands casually rubbing over the racks, halberds, flails, double-edged axes, meteor hammers... Fu Qinghai pulled out a long knife and tossed it back and forth between his hands, just like a mortal throwing a fruit knife, measuring the weight of the knife and evaluating its center of gravity. Finally, he chose this long knife, turned around, spread his legs and stood calmly.

These are heavy weapons with sharp blades.

It's just that the cracking force field is not installed.

Sigismund began to slowly wrap the chain around his wrist. One end of the chain was connected to the hilt of the sword, and the other end was wrapped around his arm in circles, making a "rustling" sound, and his pulse gradually slowed down with the echo.

This was his personal habit when fighting - using chains to tie his weapons. He learned this in the World Eaters' arena when he followed the XII Legion during the Great Crusade. Later, the entire Black Templars followed this habit, whether it was bolters or chainswords, even power armor was hung with chains, but they would never admit that they learned it from the traitors.

Fu Qinghai waited quietly for him to finish tying the things.

"Your name is known to everyone in the legion."

Fu Qinghai raised his chin and said:

"The Emperor's Champion, Master of the Blade. Leads the charge and never slows down. Heart of stone, body of fire."

Sigismund did not answer Fu Qinghai. After he locked the chain on his arm guard, he held the end of the hilt with one hand and moved it twice, feeling the weight shifting in his palm, and then raised it above his head. He felt the muscles in his shoulders ready, and the blood in his veins slowly rising and falling. Sigismund silently observed Fu Qinghai, feeling and measuring the rhythm of his stillness, listening and waiting for the moment to unfold.

"Swish!"

Fu Qinghai swung forward with his sword, Sigismund swung his sword and slashed, his opponent dodged, the blade in his hand turned into a shadow and wrapped around his body. Sigismund swung repeatedly, his long sword was like a steel hammer breaking the rain curtain formed by the sword light, he kept cutting high and low, the sword wind whistled. But the white scar jumped in the air and dodged every attack calmly, and the tip of the long sword suddenly stabbed down in the blink of an eye.

The Black Sword Master suddenly stopped moving.

Fu Qinghai's attack missed.

Sigismund dodged suddenly, the blade of the long sword flashed over his head, and the long sword flashed and stabbed out. Fu Qinghai retreated like a spirit snake, raised the big sword and slashed down. The two swords collided again with the sound of steel explosion.

"Clang!"

Sparks exploded at the edge of the blade.

"You really are worthy of your reputation!"

Fu Qinghai couldn't help but exclaimed:

"And it's far more advanced than what's said in the legend."

Sigismund continued to slash forward in silence, carefully feeling every vibration of the hilt in his hand. Fu Qinghai's long sword turned into a piece of light and shadow, turning into a dance drama performed by the cutting, dancing and rotating weapons.

Fu Qinghai discovered that Sigismund didn't speak at all during the battle. He didn't respond to anything he said and seemed to be unable to hear what others were saying. It could be said that he was completely focused and immersed in the battle in front of him.

Qingshan Khan's signature skill: verbal attack and taunting.

It has lost its effect at this moment.

Despite this, Fu Qinghai continued to attack fiercely, his figure like a whirlwind, continuously delivering blow after blow. Sigismund realized that the Space Marine in front of him had faster speed and stronger strength than himself, he was so fast, faster than the wind, faster than lightning.

Sigismund could feel the long sword in his hand shifting uncontrollably, and could feel the sound of each attack being blocked. The force and vibration of the weapons colliding passed through his bones and reached between his teeth. The opponent in his sight had turned into an afterimage, forcing him to parry repeatedly and retreat continuously.

"Squeak…squeak…"

Feet slipping on the floor of the training cage.

"You are old, Sigismund."

Fu Qinghai still found time to sigh.

But suddenly, as if a beam of sunlight had suddenly dispersed from the thunderstorm clouds - there was an opening! Sigismund caught a tremor in Fu Qinghai's eyes as he spoke, and at the same time, he changed his steps to avoid the opponent's sudden stab. At this moment, his mind was only filled with the sword in his hand, and only the dance of balancing and slashing washed over his body, and everything was as natural as blood and breathing.

Everything stopped.

Sigismund let his heartbeat like a drum surge through his body. His world was this moment, and his entire existence was the sword in his hand. There was nothing else, and he needed nothing else.

His sword met the blow.

"bite--"

Sigismund turned and thrust forward, feeling the impact of the blow and before the echo of the first had died away he struck twice more, each time more violent than the last.

"Ding! Ding!"

The long sword in Fu Qinghai's hand suddenly became unstable.

Wait until you can hold it tightly again.

A long sword was already across his throat.

Wow!

Fu Qinghai was shocked by this.

Unbelievable, I actually lost! ?

Obviously, he had been suppressing the opponent's attack, and Sigismund's skills were indeed impeccable and his defense was flawless, but his own strength and agility were far superior to his opponent. If he continued to fight like this, the Black Sword Saint would be defeated sooner or later. But unexpectedly, Sigismund only seized a tiny flaw that was so small that it couldn't be any smaller, and he counterattacked in an instant.

Sigismund drew back his sword.

Fu Qinghai touched the blood beads on his neck.

"Your swordsmanship reminds me of an old friend."

Sigismund then spoke.

"Who is it?"

Fu Qinghai put the long sword back into the weapon rack.

"Juba Khan."

Sigismund said calmly.

"Midsummer Thunder."

Fu Qinghai nodded and said Juba's nickname.

As the former first company commander of the Fifth Legion, Fu Qinghai had of course heard of the name Juba Khan, but when he returned to Terra, Juba Khan had already died.

During the Great Crusade, each Astartes Legion would encounter situations where they needed to fight together. At this time, they would often send their men to fight the most powerful Space Marines, both to enhance mutual understanding before fighting side by side and to secretly give the opponent a warning. In such duels, Sigismund never lost. He challenged the Space Marine champions of all legions and never lost.

The first person under the Primarch.

Fu Qinghai finally gained some insights today.

There is nothing wrong with this title.

"Now, tell me about the prophecy."

Sigismund looked at Fu Qinghai and said.

"The Supreme Prophet of the Ulthwe Craftworld, Edrad Ulthlan, predicted that Ezekiel Abaddon would lead the Chaos Space Marine Legion to successfully break out of the Eye of Terror, and you... would die in a duel with him."

Fu Qinghai looked at Sigismund and said.

"So, they rolled back."

Sigismund's eyes sparkled.

"I knew it. I never doubted it."

Fu Qinghai could not see any worry or fear on Sigismund's face, only a flush of excitement and hatred, as if he had not heard the second half of Fu Qinghai's words. Fu Qinghai suddenly remembered what others had said about him - he hated traitors too much and therefore refused to die.

"So what are you doing here, Qingshan Khan?"

Sigismund looked at Fu Qinghai and asked:

"You came to witness this happening?"

"I'm here to stop this from happening."

Fu Qinghai said with a serious expression.

"snort."

Sigismund chuckled and asked,

"Based on your performance just now?"

"I'm more than that."

Fu Qinghai turned his neck and smiled:

"Do you want to do it again?"

Fu Qinghai's interest was piqued. In the past, he had fought throughout the entire battle group and had no rivals. Now it was rare that he met a powerful opponent of equal strength, so naturally he was unwilling to let him go easily.

Sigismund's interest also piqued. Fu Qinghai reminded him of the time of the Great Crusade, when the Space Marine Legion was so pure and desirable.

"bring it on!"

Sigismund said as he gripped his sword again.

…

Inside the training cage, swords clashed and figures intertwined.

Outside the training cage, the Black Templars' Space Marines huddled in a small viewing space and watched the fight in fascination.

From an observer's perspective, they gradually summed up the similarities and differences between the two chapter leaders.

Generally speaking, if a fighter is skilled, he will use deflection and blocking to protect himself in a duel, and often prefers to hold the sword with one hand. If a fighter lacks skills, or prefers to win by pure strength, he will hold the long sword with both hands in the battle, relying on the weight and strong force of the weapon to break the enemy's defense.

Sigismund did not belong to either category. Like Fu Qinghai, he sometimes held the sword with one hand and sometimes with two hands. He had both skills and strength and switched between the two states at any time. He did not have a purely defensive move. Each of his moves perfectly combined defense and offense, and every move contained a fatal blow.

This is where they have similarities.

However, they also have differences.

Sigismund only used a long sword from beginning to end. He had integrated all his fighting skills and fighting instincts into this sword. He was extremely focused during the fighting process. It can be said that he had reached the state of unity between man and sword.

Fu Qinghai used all the weapons on the weapon rack, including swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks. It seemed that there was no weapon he could not use. Any weapon could unleash terrifying power and gorgeous skills in his hands.

During the duel, if you focus on the weapon in his hand and ignore other parts of his body, such as his other hand, his head, his legs, his feet, his knees... these parts of the body can become deadly weapons, and you will be hit and defeated if you are not careful.

Aoyama is a resultist - this is how his former fighting teacher Albus Long described him.

As long as he can win the battle, he doesn't care what means he uses, whether it's biting with teeth, chopping with swords, or even some fraudulent strategies, as long as these means can help him win the final victory.

For example, now.

Facing the fierce storm of the black swordsman, Fu Qinghai did not retreat but rushed into Sigismund's attack, the sharp blade brushed across his face and cut off a tuft of hair. The double-edged axe whistled and hit Sigismund's sword. In the trembling struggle, the lower end of the axe blade and the part where the axe handle was connected hooked the blade and pressed it towards Sigismund's wrist.

Sigismund drew his sword and retreated, and the double-edged axe whizzed past his shoulder. Sigismund did not continue to distance himself but directly smashed the end of his sword handle into Fu Qinghai's face. Fu Qinghai dodged and raised his head, and his skull hit Sigismund's forehead. There was a loud "bang" and Sigismund was knocked to the ground.

This is already the third duel between the two.

Fu Qinghai's record: one win, one draw and one loss.

Fu Qinghai laughed and looked down at Sigismund, who was lying on the ground with blood all over his face, and asked,

"How was my performance?"

…

The bottom hold prison of the Eternal Crusade.

Fu Qinghai leaned against the wall alone.

Sigismund was a very stubborn man. After three evenly matched duels, the two men seemed to be close friends. However, when it came to the matter of the demon armor, the Black Sword Master still refused to compromise and insisted on putting Fu Qinghai in the bottom hold prison to wait for the court to come.

Fu Qinghai didn't think it was a big deal, as he wasn't the only one in the human empire who used demonic weapons. The Grey Knights' Lord, Garlan Crowe, held a demonic weapon, the Sword of Antwer. The Space Wolves' Chief Wolf, Logan Grimnar, also had a Khorne demonic weapon, the Axe of Morkai.

Demonic weapons are powerful, but also very dangerous. Lord Garlan Kro needs to face the temptation and whispers of the demon in the sword at all times, and can only keep this magic sword with extremely firm will and faith. Logan Grimnar also relied on his willpower to subdue the Khorne demon in the axe. Cases of demonic weapons controlling the host or even backfiring the host are not uncommon. Fu Qinghai is now able to completely control the ghost armor, not relying on his willpower, but Zhang Yuning uses his own blood essence combined with Fu Qinghai's real name to arrange the exquisite formation, which makes the eight evil spirits and demons obedient.

Fu Qinghai is not worried about these now.

According to the time in Edrad's prophecy.

The Black Legion will be here soon.

Fu Qinghai leaned against the wall and took out the long-lost notebook from the white suitcase. He opened it and looked through the names in it from top to bottom:

The Widow Maker, Farkus Cable (dead).

The Flesh Ripper, Nasir Amit (captive).

The Tattooed Prince, Nakred Thor (dead).

Demon wizard, Ctesias (dead).

Smiling Lord, Sherion (dead).

Lucius, the Flawless Blade (defeated).

Eidolon the Soulbreaker (dead).

…

These were all his defeated enemies.

Fu Qinghai continued to look down.

Blade Warrior, Kos Wayne.

Midsummer Thunder, Juba Khan.

Malcharion, the war sage.

Sevatar, Prince of Crows.

The crow of mourning, Sharokin.

The leader of Qiexue, Qin Xia.

…

These are all regrets that we have never fought against each other.

Fu Qinghai finally found the name:

The Black Sword Master, Sigismund.

Fu Qinghai bit the tip of the pen and thought for a while.

Finally, he wrote "(平)" after his name .

...

In the void outside the Eternal Expedition.

The Eye of Terror is the only stable channel to the real universe.

It is also called the "Gate of Cadia".

Suddenly, a huge battleship that was no less than the Eternal Crusade jumped out. It was another Glorious Queen-class battleship, once belonging to the 16th Legion, the Sons of Horus, the personal ship of the Warmaster, the place where angels died, the famous...Spirit of Vengeance!

At this time, on the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance, Abaddon saw the jet-black warships outside through the circular imaging mirror and couldn't help laughing. A hint of malicious joy flashed in his eyes, and he opened his arms and posed like a king, then turned to Kayan beside him and said:

"It seems we are not the only 'black' army."

...