Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 120 An Emperor is an Emperor!

Snapped!
As the bullets from Casca's bomb gun were fired, a huge blood hole reappeared in Eribas's thigh, which had just been healed by the warp fire.

The exploding flesh and blood added a strong, pungent smell of blood to the entire mansion.

Click.

After throwing the empty magazine to the ground, Casgar smashed the butt of his rifle into the other man's nose again. Blood gushed out as the precise blow broke the man's nasal bone, causing it to tilt to the other side.

hiss.
Why does it look so familiar?
This scene?

Has he experienced this scenario before?
A strange sense of familiarity arose in Casca's heart.

It seems like I beat up Irebas somewhere before using the same method.

Why are you firing two explosive bombs at Irebas again?

Casgar: "."

Something is wrong.

But who cares, let's just fight first.

Who could resist hitting him?

Snapped!
Another shotgun blast hit him in the side of his abdomen.

Wow, there are even extra bonus levels!

The intense impact caused him to lie on the floor, writhing in agony like a maggot.

Then, in despair, he stopped struggling.

"Irebus. Irebus"

Casgar picked up the monomolecular dagger that was deeply embedded in the wooden table, tossed the short knife in his hand, and brought it close to Irebas's face.

"Now, it's time for me to peel off your shameless skin!"

Last time there wasn't enough time, but this time, Casca is determined to expose this guy's face to the public!
Let's see if he dares to use someone else's face to harm people again.

For some reason, or perhaps because the situation had changed this time, peeling off Eribas's face was not difficult for Casca at this moment. With a gentle peel, his face, which had been hidden in the darkness, appeared in Casca's view.

He can finally see Irebus's true colors!
—Exactly the same as Kaska.

"How is this going?"

A voice filled with disbelief came from his mouth.

The mouth that came from below his second right eye spoke strange and bizarre syllables, which could not be uttered by a human tongue.

The world is turned upside down, strange radiance and colors that do not exist in this world are blooming, and the laws of time and space seem to no longer apply to the present.

The hand of fate is invisible and formless.

You think you've severed our arms, but you are the new hand of destiny.

Everything is going according to plan.

Everything is here.

[Under Plan]

"--call!"

On the Imperial Pride, in the Primarch's private bedroom.

Casca suddenly woke up from his dream.

He sat up abruptly from the warm, white bedding, his back now covered in cold sweat.

"What's wrong, Casgar?"

Did you have a nightmare?

Fugrim smiled gently and embraced him with her white arms.

Gently pat his back.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Do you need me to sing you a lullaby?

"fine."

Casca is still in a state of extreme tension and has not yet recovered.

Damn it, you scoundrel!
It's unclear whether He did it before, but this time it was definitely Him!
Beast!
They actually photoshopped Casca's face onto that beast's head!

He still vividly remembers the shock he felt the moment he saw Irebus's face.

Oh my, I'm so scared!
If the previous actions might have been part of a scheme, then this is the most serious insult to his Casca personality!

Damn it, you scoundrel!
They still seemed somewhat unsatisfied.

Kasgar, held tightly in Fugrim's arms, thought angrily.

One day we'll have to conquer the Crystal Maze!

I'll tear your fur off the ground, and I'll even break your staff!
But those are all things for the future.

At this moment, Kasgar could only sense that Fugrim's hands were somewhat restless.

What are your hands doing?

Casca sat up again, exhausted.

Fortunately, as the Primarch of the Legion, Fugrim had more matters to attend to, so he left the room for the time being.

He rubbed his forehead and looked at the magnificent cabinet beside his bed, adorned with pure amethyst jewels, where a beautifully bound scroll, its surface gilded, bore the signature of "Luojia Aurelion" in fine, delicate gold ink.

The gift from the Primarch himself helped Kasgar uncover the demon lurking among his companions and awakened his fervent faith in religion.

This will allow him to escape the quagmire of fanaticism and become a faithful disseminator and defender of the Empire's truth.

On the Imperial Dream at that time, Luo Jia knelt deeply in front of Kasga for a long time.

But in the end, after thirteen days and nights in Terra, Luo Jia finally understood the Emperor's good intentions and stood up.

At least it looks like they understand.

Since the emperor says he is not a god, he must uphold the imperial truth.
If it is the will of a god who claims not to be a god, why doesn't Luo Jia choose to obey it?
Kasga had once asked Luo Jia the same question when the other party was kneeling on the Emperor Dream.

Luo Jia's answer was very distinctive.

He believed this was a test given to him by the emperor as a god.

He must uphold his faith in God.

Even God's own words could not shake his steadfastness.

Everything he is experiencing now is a test given to him by God.

As long as he remains steadfast enough, he will receive unparalleled glory when the emperor finally ascends to godhood.

That's so well said!

Kaska silently recited this in his mind.

It's a shame you didn't seize the opportunity last time, my friend?
"Your thinking makes a lot of sense."

Casca said, "But is there a possibility, I mean, maybe?"

"This is not actually a test, but rather a question of whether the Emperor truly believes he is not a god and needs you to spread the Imperial truth throughout the Empire."

Luo Jia suddenly raised her head, a hint of doubt appearing in her eyes.

Right? "The idea that God is testing you comes from your own mind."

Seeing that the other party seemed to understand, Casca continued to emphasize.

"The idea that one is not a god and needs you to spread the Emperor's truth is a request from the Emperor himself."

"You see, in comparison, your belief that the other person is testing you has no basis whatsoever; it's entirely based on your own judgment."

"The Emperor must have his own considerations and plans for believing that he is not a god. Your role in spreading the truth of the Empire is also part of his arrangements."

"Given this consideration, I think it's better for you to listen to the Emperor."

"Is it like this?"

A look of bewilderment appeared in Luo Jia's eyes.

For Luo Jia, who had been raised with a religious mindset, critical thinking was not his forte.

There may have been debates in Colchis in the past.

But those religious leaders who could debate with Luojia were all crushed by him using physical means.

It has to be said that fists are always the most effective way to spread religion.

According to Luo Jia, debate is a process of self-doubt and attempting to prove oneself.

There is no need to doubt or give reasons for faith in God.

So by the time the planet was finally unified, the Kolchis, including the Loka, had long forgotten how to reflect on their actions.

Just send a letter and that's it.

Of course, Luo Jia would naturally assume that this was a test given to him by the Emperor, and that it was also related to his wicked father, Cole Fallon.

This old dog often beat and scolded Luo Jia when he was young, under the guise of testing him.

Although they later dared not fight because they were no match for the opponent, the original body still developed a deep-seated mindset and a tendency to admire the strong.

Subconsciously, he would think that everything the emperor, as the ruler, did that did not conform to his understanding—such as the claim that a glowing, five-meter-tall colossal psionic giant was not a god—was a test of his piety.

"But why won't the emperor let us consider him a god?"

Luo Jia murmured.

“Look,” Kasgar pointed to the coffin beside him that sealed Eribas.

"This is the consequence."

"If the emperor acknowledges himself as a god, his will will be distorted under the influence of these fools."

"Thus serving the purposes he desires to achieve is not the scene the emperor expects to see."

As he spoke, Casca leaned closer and whispered.

"As for whether the emperor is a god or not, we can enjoy that on a small scale."

"There's really no need to announce it loudly. Enjoy it on a small scale, understand?"

"What you said seems to make sense."

After saying this, Luo Jia, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to be deep in thought.

He then quickly fell into a deep meditative state.

Its speed was so fast that even Casca was somewhat taken aback.

and many more?

Are you enlightened now?

The faith that the Emperor had stubbornly upheld for him for countless years was shattered by a single sentence from Kaska.

Kaska blinked rapidly, incredulous.

Shouldn't the Emperor have been persuaded repeatedly, but to no avail, and ultimately the only option left was to burn down the Perfect City?
Why is it so simple?
Old Man Huang?

How did you persuade them at the time?
He began to have some doubts about the emperor's methods of persuasion.

(In my imagination)

Emperor: Repeat after me—Father!
Luo Jia: God!

Emperor: Father!
Luo Jia: God!

The dialogue between the human and the machine, father and son, is repeated countless times.

Emperor: "I've had enough of all this red tape!"

The emperor decided to burn down the perfect city.

reasonable.

From that moment on, Casgar began to have deep doubts about the Emperor's communication abilities.

Several days and nights.

Emperor's Fantasy.

After a long period of reflection, Luo Jia finally stood up from her kneeling position.