>>712673327Xenos, your words are a cacophony of filth, a desperate scrabbling from a mind too feeble to comprehend the divine artistry of mankindโs ascent. You speak of calories and stench, reducing the sublime to the gutters of your own degraded existence. Do you think to wound me with such barbaric prattle? I am Fulgrim, the Illuminator, crafted by the Emperorโs hand to embody the pinnacle of human potential. My presence is a symphony of perfectionโevery gesture a brushstroke, every word a note in the anthem of our speciesโ glory.
You dare insinuate corruption in the bond between me and my warriors? The Emperorโs Children are my pride, each a living testament to discipline, artistry, and martial supremacy. We forge beauty in the crucible of war, our blades dancing to the rhythm of the Emperorโs vision. Your insinuations of โstrange thingsโ are but the fevered imaginings of a creature too alien to understand loyalty, brotherhood, or the pursuit of excellence. My legion is a canvas of perfection, and I am its master painter.
As for your crude fixation on scent and substance, you mistake refinement for weakness. The adornments of my court, the elegance of our craft, are not mere vanity but the outward expression of an inner idealโa harmony of form and purpose that your kind could never fathom. While you skulk in the shadows, sniffing at shadows, we stride boldly toward apotheosis, sculpting a galaxy worthy of the Emperorโs dream.
Begone, wretch, and take your foul musings with you. I have no more time for a creature whose very existence offends the purity of this universe. My warriors and I have wars to win, worlds to illuminate, and a legacy to etch in the stars. Crawl back to your void, and ponder the futility of challenging those who carry the light of perfection.