Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 118 Research on the Target Acquisition Mechanism of Two Explosive Bombs (Part 2)
"are you ready?"

Casca chuckled, raised the magazine of his explosive pistol, and began to eject the bullets one after another while standing in front of him.

The sound of the bullets from the blaster hitting the marble floor was very crisp.

The ticking sound was like the death knell of Irebas.

This long wait, accompanied by the unknown, is the prolonged fear and pain that Casca inflicts on the other party.

It's too lenient of him to let this thing die so quickly.

"OK, two-shot pistol."

Casgar smiled through his helmet.

“Stand up, Irebas.”

Casca's words echoed in Irebas's ears like a death knell.

Irebas, whose legs were riddled with holes, remained silent.

You'd better just kill me.

His expression said it all.

"It's not that easy."

Casca laughed and pointed his explosive pistol at the other man's little Eribas.

Snapped!
"Tsk, boring."

After several tests of the explosive gun's ability to attract targets, Casgar could only arrive at a conclusion he did not like.

What a pity.

The theory of two explosive bombs does not hold true in this world.

The theory of two explosive bombs was merely a consensus among people in the world at that time. In this world, very few people would know Irebas, and there was no trace of hatred for such scum.

So whether it's a bomb or a laser, a pistol or a rifle, there's not much difference.

Two shots are two shots; once they're fired, that's it.

There is no automatic locking system either.

If you actually told them that both shots were aimed at Irebas, they would just be surprised and ask you—

Who is Irebus?

"A despicable and incompetent man who colludes with chaos to harm living beings."

All I can say is that the speculation about two bombs is simply a manifestation of the most basic and righteous aspirations of ordinary people.

Snapped!
With Casca's nonchalant tone, another shotgun blast followed, and Irebas's lower body was completely reduced to minced meat.

It seemed that some of the minced meat had been charred by the high-speed bullets and lasers, revealing a sizzling aroma.

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood and the smoke of explosives.

But he still didn't die.

For some reason, perhaps it was the blessing of his powerful life force bestowed upon him by his benevolent father, Nurgle, that Irebas was still alive at this moment.

Not only was he not dead, but he was also still conscious.

Possessing a powerful blessing of immortality, Erebas once deeply revered the god who granted him such power.

But now, it seems he can't laugh anymore.

Blessings are not always a good thing.

In particular, he did not yet have the ability to transform pain into pleasure under the influence of Slaanesh.

Most people wouldn't be willing to accept such a blessing; it would burn their brains.

“Stand up, Irebas.”

Kasgar continued to urge Irebas, whose legs had been knocked down, to get back up.

True strength lies in inspiring others to stand up.

Just like Casca.

Even though Irebas's legs had been completely pulverized, Casca continued to encourage him not to give up.

You must persevere!
If I could die so easily, how would I ever get to target practice?

But at this moment, Irebas seemed unable to answer him anymore.

Even with life force at the level of Nurgle's blessing, Erebus, who had not yet undergone Space Marine modifications, was at this moment just a slightly stronger mortal.

At most, he's just a little bit fatter than the others.

That's at the level of a cult member.

It's impossible to be confident that you can survive in the face of so many bullet holes.

Iribus felt his life slipping away.

"Damn it, it really can't be torn off!"

Casca stepped forward, his fingers, hidden under his terracotta gloves, tentatively tracing a few lines across Irebas's face.

How can you be so shameless?

"Do you know my true identity?"

Despite being in an extremely weak state, Irebas's tone was still filled with absolute disbelief.

No one should know that.

Even though he had inherited everything about Irebas, the first thing he did after seizing Irebas's identity was to kill his parents, who knew everything.

How could the secret he sacrificed to preserve his parents be exposed by someone he didn't even know?
You have no right to know.

Casgar turned around and walked toward the monomolecular dagger stuck in the wooden table, and pulled it out.

"Try this."

"I refuse to believe that only Horus can peel off your face."

With a flick of his wrist, Casca switched the short knife he was holding in his back hand to his right hand.

Then he stepped forward, like a meticulous master craftsman, and began to carve in front of Irebas.

After several attempts, Iribus only had a few more small cuts made by the knife on his face.

"Tsk, still not working."

Casgar reluctantly tossed the monomolecular dagger aside.

His technique wasn't actually that bad.

Even when he went out for actual combat training, he also learned some of the art of sculpting and painting during the time he spent with Fugrim on Chemos.

But they just couldn't manage to tear off the face that this guy was hiding under the real Irebas's name.

"Did you manage to fix this thing in place?"

Casca frowned and asked with some skepticism.

"No. I am Iribus."

For once, he grinned and smiled.

However, amidst the numerous wounds and bloodstains, the smile was truly somewhat eerie.

He may not be Irebus.

But when he successfully stole the other's face and name, he proved that only a ruthless guy like him could truly be called Irebas.

"Whatever, whatever."

“Stand up, Irebas.”

He continued.

Casca didn't dwell on it too much.

Instead, it acted like a human machine, urging Irebas, whose lower body had been shot off and whose upper body also had several bullet holes, to stand up.

"Is that enough? Is that enough?!"

"You beat me up like this, how am I supposed to stand up?!"

In a fit of rage, feeling hopeless about surviving, Irebas shouted in despair.

"Can't you stand up?"

Casca asked the question knowing the answer already.

Still not satisfied, he used the butt of his rifle, now empty of magazine, to deliver a final, powerful blow to the man's face. Irebas had no idea why.

But whenever this purple-gold giant finishes firing his gun, he always has to smash it like this first.

It's like some kind of ritual where mechanical instructors awaken and please the machine's soul.

But no matter what, the torment is finally coming to an end.

No matter how much hatred the person in front of Irebas harbors towards him, the pain caused by the torture will naturally disappear after he dies completely.

"Irebas, guess what?"

“I had already thought of this when I came to find you.”

Should we simply let Irebas live to receive his punishment?

Or should we just give him a quick and painless death, and let him personally experience the ways those evil warp creations play?

This is indeed a problem.

"Let your soul, a worthless loser, taste the amazing skills of your gods."

Sometimes it has to be said that in dealing with Eribas, the master of the love realm, Salis, is far more ruthless than a greenhorn like Casca.

"But I'm also afraid that those people will take your dark soul secondhand and then put it into someone else's body to be reborn."

"That's not a good idea."

"You're right, aren't you, Irebas?"

Bear!
The instant Kasgar finished speaking, the subspace fire that had been burning faintly around the room to prevent the transmission of Eribas's psionic energy suddenly increased in size and engulfed the entire room in flames.

Under Kasgar's control, the warp fire first burned away all the scattered flesh and blood in the room.

No environmental pollutants will be left to harm Colchis.

Then, as Casca's fingers twitched, they climbed onto Arebas's riddled body.

"what!"

An unbearable, intense pain instantly enveloped his mangled body; an unbearable, terrifying agony melted his flesh at that moment.

The scorching heat from the fires of the warp.

The terrifying flames, which even the leaders of the Dark Eldar could not tolerate, were instantly turned up to their maximum setting by Kasgar.

burn!
Burn it fiercely!

Irebas screamed in agony amidst the flames.

But at the same time, it also carries a sense of relief.

After all, he was about to die.

After death, his soul will return to his god to receive a new arrangement.

A hint of madness flashed in Irebas's eyes.

He believed that his ability to act without any moral boundaries was worthy of the favor of the dark gods.

When that time comes, he will return laden with blessings and surely seek revenge against this purple-gold Space Marine!
for sure!
No matter what price he has to pay, he will return and, with the help of the dark gods, complete his mission—

and many more.

In his extreme pain, Irebas sensed something was wrong.

It seems he doesn't need to come back.

My body is healing at a speed that can be seen with the naked eye!

The flesh and blood of Irebas are coming back to life.

"My legs! My body! I'm healed!"

Apart from the memories of the pain and fear of Casgar, Iribus felt that everything in his body had returned to normal!
There is no difference!

"Okay, isn't this a great thing?"

Before Irebas could even react, another kick sent him flying towards Irebas, who was lying on the ground and just about to get up.

Bang!

The powerful impact bounced him back and forth several times before he finally landed on the ground again.

The pain caused his eyes to roll back, and he could no longer speak.

Of course, before he could speak again, Casca's other foot came at him.

Boom!
"You! What exactly do you want to do?"

He curled up on the ground, coughed violently a few times, and then said in a trembling voice.

This time, true fear gripped Irebas's heart.

If my body could be regenerated from the flames every time, wouldn't that mean I would face endless, terrifying torture?!

"Of course, I'll take you to a great place."

Originally, Kasgar could have used the warp fire to incinerate this newborn soul, erasing him from the world forever.

But that would be too easy on him, wouldn't it?
Casca smiled and switched to the communication system.

"Notify Tavitz's team to bring up what I prepared."

Soon, with several heavy metallic clangs on the marble floor and the scraping sound of similar behemoths being dragged across the ground, a whole squad of purple-gold Space Marines appeared before Erebas.

Then, the enormous coffin they were dragging, the one used to imprison psionicists, was pulled in by another purple-gold warrior behind Kasgar using chains.

"Put this beast inside, and make sure he has no chance to resist."

As he spoke, Kaska never relaxed the psionic flames in his hands.

"Also, put all these documents in here as evidence."

As Casca spoke, he looked at one of the many exquisite gilded leather books hidden among them, a scarlet book with a horrified human face stretched across its cover.

Blasphemy!
Even Casca seems to want to call the court.

"Forget it, don't touch these things yet. I'll take care of them myself."

But he doesn't need a courtroom now.

Thinking of this, Casca looked out the window towards the sky.

"With Old Man Huang around, who needs a courtroom? Really."

【The Emperor Dream】

“My child, your pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty is admirable, but your blind pursuit will lead you into an abyss of no return.”

"Perhaps the lost sheep will take a wrong turn."

Luo Jia replied with a smile.

"But I believe that under your guidance, my faith will stand the test of time, and my wisdom will be enlightened by you."

“I will not be blind—for following your path is the broadest thoroughfare.”

“Your idea is not true, child. Human achievements are not solely due to me.”

"Wisdom and achievement come from every human being who possesses scientific and rational thinking. They are the ones who inspire everyone's wisdom and drive them to strive for progress, and I am merely their student."

"And among these, there is no place for religious believers; this is a spiritual stain that people must discard."

Actually, there are some.

However, all the documents were burned by Old Man Huang.

So that's all.

"But I still firmly believe in God's teachings. Only enlightenment from God can give me wisdom."

"This is a weak and irresponsible mindset, child! As the Primarch who needs to lead an army, you cannot remain weak!"

"You're right."

"I am a fool. Only enlightenment from God can give me wisdom."

"I am not a god, and you must learn to master it through practice!"

"This is precisely God's teaching!"

The emperor fell silent in the face of Luo Jia's words.

broken.

How come even the original gene that possesses some of his characteristics has become a charlatan?
(End of this chapter)