Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 12 Temptation
A sword.

Another sword strike.

The sword flashed, leaving shimmering and elusive afterimages as it hurtled towards Casca.

Sharp and insidious—even the most sinister words wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe the user of this sword technique.

No one could withstand such a swift offensive.

Casca, however, is an exception.

At least that's what he firmly believed.

Amidst countless afterimages, he calmed his mind and sensed the sword's position.
here!
He used almost all his strength, channeling all his power into his wrist to intercept and parry the sword.

when!
It worked!
The seemingly light attack landed squarely on his sword, far more powerful and heavy than he had imagined.

He staggered a few steps and kept regaining his balance as he retreated.

Just blocking that one move had exhausted all his strength.

Before he could even feel happy, his opponent's sword flashed out with a speed invisible to the naked eye, stabbing forward into his chest while he was still unsteady on his feet.

not good!

Fortunately, Kasgar instinctively dodged to the left, allowing him to avoid this extremely fast attack.

At the same time, he held his longsword in front of his chest to prevent the opponent from continuing to pursue after the initial stab.

Two moves!

He has successfully withstood two attacks!

Finally, he was able to see the direction of the opponent's sword!

However, Casca, caught up in ecstasy, seemed to have forgotten something else:

The most important thing is never what you see.

Instead, they didn't see anything.

Just as he was feeling a little happy, a slightly cold arm wrapped around his neck from the side.

He felt like he was being lifted up like a chick.

"The parrying move was a bit rushed and failed to deflect most of the force."

"In addition, unsteady gait and slow reaction time are also major problems."

"Understood, I'll do it right away—"

"No, Casca, you can't train anymore."

“You must stay with me while I rest; this is the ‘tuition fee’.”

".good."

Kasgar, forced to cling to Fugrim's lap, lowered his head and silently admitted it.

five years.

Five years have passed since he secretly slipped out of the manor to meet with Fugrim, and then the two were framed, reclaimed the fortress, and successfully got married.

Over the course of five years, Fugrim, with his extraordinary technical skills and abilities, managed the entire Kalac Fortress in an orderly manner.

With the development and deployment of new machinery, Carax Fortress has transformed from a steel coffin into an ecological oasis.

Not only has people's living environment been greatly improved, but work has also become increasingly easier with the improvement of machinery.

With more free time, one can naturally devote more time to artistic creation that has been forgotten for countless years.

New theaters, concert halls, cinemas, bookstalls, galleries and other facilities have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, permeating the minds and bodies of every Karax resident.

As for where Kasgar is now, it is a specially made house built by the workers themselves at the highest center of the fortress for Fugrim's demigod-like physique.

Even in the square outside the gate, a gilded centaur statue was erected to commemorate the couple's sincere and beautiful relationship.

As for why it's Sagittarius again, don't ask.

During those five years, Kasgar never stopped seeking advice from Fugrim.

Whether it was swordsmanship, mechanics, or domestic affairs, he did his utmost to understand the guidance and teachings from the Primarch.

As a Primarch who strives for perfection, Fugrim is naturally the best teacher for Kasgar.

He trains during his free time.

Then continue training.

Even if Fugrim could handle everything by himself, even if there were no enemies on Chemos that they couldn't deal with.

Casca has never slacked off.

He persisted and practiced repeatedly.

He only stopped when his teacher, Fugrim, forcibly intervened as he is doing now.

He lowered his head, feeling the heavy pressure coming from the back of his head, and curled up in front of Fugrim.

A deep sense of powerlessness surged into Casca's limbs and bones.

He is growing up very fast.

But it's still too weak.

In the sword duel just now, the Primarch did not use his full strength.

If Fugrim were to use his true skills, Kasgar would have no chance of seeing the sword before Fugrim's head flew off.

To cater to Kasgar, Fugrim even reduced his speed and strength to the level of an ordinary person, relying solely on his superb skills to fight him.

Even so, Casca was still no match for them.

five years.

The gap remains as vast as an insurmountable chasm. He should clearly recognize that he is merely a mortal through and through.

Perhaps she can gain a certain status by virtue of the Primarch's favor, but with such weak strength, how can we prevent her from falling into depravity in the future, and how can we rescue her from the hands of the evil god?
Casca's brow furrowed even more deeply with worry.

This cannot go on.

We must come up with other ways to become stronger.

Therefore, he must find a new shortcut, he must—

No.

The idea had barely crossed his mind when Kasgar immediately rejected it.

so close.

If I had accepted that thought just now, I might very well have fallen into the trap of the warp god.

These guys aren't like witches from fairy tales who appear before you with malicious intent and bluntly say, "Hehehe, how about we make a deal?"

This method might fool a fool like Magnus at best.

The reality is that their temptations are more covert and dangerous.

Often, before the tempted person even realizes it, they have already led them astray, beyond redemption.

Casca must be vigilant at this moment.

We must, and can only, rely on ourselves.

Thinking of this, his fighting spirit was rekindled.

Old Huang even sold his ditch in his quest to revive humanity!

He's only encountered this minor setback, how can he give up so easily!
"What's wrong, Casgar?"

You seem to be in a bad mood.

“Your progress is actually quite remarkable. Even among the valiant and skilled Surfa people, no swordsman could grow at such a rapid pace.”

"There's no need to blame yourself or feel pressured."

Seeing that the other person was in low spirits, Fugrim gently stroked his forehead.

"If you still think you're not strong enough..."

"Then entrust everything to me."

She is so nice.

Kaska, who was being embraced in front of him, sighed.

"Speaking of the Surfa people."

Her tone became much more serious: "As more and more other fortresses on Chemos join us, our conflict with the Surphans is becoming increasingly intense."

The growing number of reported attacks suggests they are becoming the biggest target of the Surfa people.

"As the infrastructure of Carax is gradually completed, other fortresses allied with us are also sending their civilians to Carax."

Over the past five years, through force and diplomacy, Fugrim has captured almost all the surviving fortress cities on Chemos.

And with its excellent governance, it has attracted the entire population of Chemos.

Fortress cities are no problem.

The most troublesome group, however, consists of scavengers who live outside the city.

“Casca, the other new fortresses that have come to our aid urgently need to be built, and I may not be able to get away.”

"I need you to protect the civilian convoys heading to our fortress from the attacks of the Surfa people."

"it is good."

Casca agreed quickly.

This is a rare opportunity to stand on my own and test my progress.

He cannot remain under the protection of the Primarch's radiance forever.

The great expedition ahead will bring even more twists and turns and trials, and he must try to face the dangers alone.

"Okay, we've finished talking about the important stuff."

"As for now."

She smiled gently, her fingers lightly lifting Casca's chin.

"The defeated knight."

Are you ready to accept the punishment for your defeat?

Sensing the movement of the other's hands, Kasgar met Fugrim's smiling purple eyes in that instant.

"."

broken.

He was able to resist some temptations.

And some are simply impossible to refuse.

His assessment of his seduction skills was a complete failure.

Even though all resistance was futile, and even though his limbs were entangled in thorns, Casca would still, with unwavering will, utter the famous words of the indomitable—

"Gu, kill me!"

For no apparent reason, Casca recalled the dump truck that had sped toward him twenty-five years ago.

(End of this chapter)