Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 130 Holy Blood Angel: Addicted to the Holy Spirit

Decora Star.

It's okay if you forget what's happening on this planet.

Because Luo Jia himself doesn't remember either.

He was so engrossed in exploring the planet's beliefs that he seemed to have forgotten the void naval battle raging above him.

Right there on the lush plains of the planet Nadkola.

Several men carrying words were driving their anti-gravity motorcycles toward the location where Luo Jia had led all the landing gunboats.

They were extremely anxious.

Such mobile units are not what the Confessors are keen on.

But at this point, they had no other choice!
The communication signal was completely cut off for some unknown reason, and there was no response at all.

The Word Bearers, who remained at the planet's landing site, could only watch helplessly as their flagship was attacked from the sky.

In the sky, sparks from explosions occasionally flashed from the dark brown warship of the Word Bearer.

Where is Lord Luojia?

Why is there no sound at all?
Even if you can't make contact with communication devices, at least look up at the sky!

"Quick! The landing point for the gunboats that Lord Luojia and the others took is just ahead!"

Finally, after driving for an unknown amount of time, when everything felt like an eternity, we finally arrived at our destination.

As expected, it appeared in the sight of the group of voyeurs riding their motorcycles at breakneck speed.

Look at the dark cave entrance in front of the towering mountain; countless stormbirds are quietly perched in place.

"The signal here is indeed a bit strange."

"What? What do you mean the Word Bearers have all gone in, and only the combat crew members are still outside?"

"Forget it! Let's get all these gunboats to the landing site base on the planet!"

"There are still a lot of our comrades waiting there, unable to return to their aid!"

"Stay? Stay my ass!"

"Our ship is under attack! If we lose this ship's captain, can you take responsibility if something goes wrong?"

"Move all those gunboats away! Now!"

Inside the cave.

Luo Jia was unaware of the changes taking place in the outside world at that moment.

He had no idea that all his gunboats had been taken away.

As the Word Bearers anxiously piloted their gunboats back to reinforce the flagship, Luo Jia led all the Word Bearers Astartes warriors behind him into this eerie cave.

The reason why he brought all his personnel with him, leaving only a few to guard the gunboat, is actually not complicated.

forget.

That point simply wasn't considered.

Having never participated in space combat before, he, who was originally in Colchis, had to learn everything from scratch about the planes and missiles flying around in the sky and the communication equipment he was using.

Furthermore, during the process of unifying the planet, he did not learn any strategies or tactics, and relied entirely on the holy light of Huang Laohan to dispel the evil influences of the four false gods.

There's absolutely no need to think about it.

Even though Luo Jia was the original body, he was still very...
His holy nature remains unchanged.

“The size here is strange; this cavity wouldn’t appear in the mountain we just came in from.”

The cave is very spacious, and its height is astonishingly close to 100 meters.

Not right.

Luo Jia pressed one hand against the stone wall beside her.

The volume is incorrect.

Although that mountain peak was towering, it could not possibly contain such a large cavity.

"Sir! Our communication equipment has malfunctioned, and we cannot contact the outside world!"

"How about we go back first, and then—"

"Do not."

It seemed more like entering an extremely mysterious space than a cave.

But isn't that exactly what Luo Jia wanted to explore?
"keep going."

As the group continued to advance, the terrain narrowed again from open to narrow, with a small peak rising in the center. The altar on the peak and the huge murals behind it were exceptionally magnificent.

The extent of wind erosion on the walls clearly indicates that the murals in these caves are much older than the time humans have been colonizing the area.

The problem lies in the content of that painting.

A giant with golden prayers written all over his face led a group of humans, also dressed in armor, to the altar.

It was them.

And this painting

A terrifying, enormous red demon was baring its fangs at them.

"My lord, this...this is too strange."

"I suspect this place is under the control of the devil."

"The devil. That's a foolish idea."

Luo Jia smiled devoutly, her gaze toward the altar before her unchanged.

"I thought the same thing before I was enlightened by the emperor."

"But The Imperial Truth warns us that there is no such thing as a devil in this world, only science and truth."

"We have come here for only one purpose—to master the methods of changing the Nephilim's mindset, to implant faith in the Emperor into the minds of the hopeless, and to make them dedicate their last bit of strength to the great Emperor."

"Don't use these superstitious ways of thinking to interpret the appearance of strange phenomena."

As she spoke, Luo Jia stood up excitedly and raised the [Irebas] in her hand.

"If demons truly exist in this world, under the holy power of the Emperor, they too will submit to the great Lord of mankind!"

Luo Jia loudly encouraged the believers behind him.

Just as he was about to step onto the altar, a strange light suddenly flashed from the arched stone bridge in the center of the altar.

The great demon, exactly like the one in the painting, emerged from the central altar.

And it let out a deafening roar.

Luo Jia: "."

Luo Jia: "?"

What the hell is this?!

For a moment, he even doubted whether there was something wrong with his eyes.

What happened to the promise that there are no demons in the world?
Emperor?

Emperor?

What are all these things, Your Majesty?
Despite its formidable fighting prowess, the demon-shaped alien was quickly defeated by Luo Jia's [Eribas Hammer] under the blessing of the Word Bearer's holy fire.

As the demon vanished completely, the altar behind it also rapidly weathered and decomposed at an abnormal rate, turning into nothingness.

Whether it was by chance or not, even though the Word Bearers weren't strong in combat, the flames in their hands were the best weapons against demons.

That's good, but the problem is—

Why are there demons in the world?
Doesn't the Imperial Truth say that there are no demons in this world?
"My lord, this..."

"This is an alien."

“But Lord Luojia, this creature’s appearance seems very similar to the demons those people were talking about, and our fire seems to be more effective than bullets.”

"It's an alien that's very similar to the demons in legends; all aliens must die."

"Can--"

"Alien."

As Luo Jia spoke, she closed her eyes.

That's enough, stop asking.

Asking again would be impolite.

Seeing the alien corpse vanish from the spot like the undead in the Kolchis legend, Luo Jia couldn't help but frown.

What a cunning alien.

They were able to deliberately impersonate the demons under the command of the four evil gods in the legend of Colchis and appear in their image to bring panic and superstition to mankind.

Ugh!
How could the aliens be so evil!
However, what Luo Jia didn't know was that this chance encounter was just the beginning.

He will later encounter a fat alien, a bird alien, a dog-headed alien, and an androgynous alien.

In the future, they will deliberately disguise themselves as demons to invade the human world and poison the emperor's people.

"Let's go back quickly."

"So commanded Luo Oglin Jia."

No one knows what today means for the universe.

Only when the universe is truly destroyed.

In addition to [I am not a god], [This is part of the plan], [I am Rogdorn], and [Thirty-year-old centaur gold ring], a new general will now be added—

"This is an alien."

But in the end, Luo Jia and his group still managed to walk out of the cave.

Luo Jia's mind is in a mess right now.

He just wanted to put aside the damned thing that had just happened, board the gunboat back to the [Law of Faith], and then offer a fierce prayer to the Emperor.

but--

"Where are the gunboats?"

Looking at the empty space in front of him, where nothing was left, Luo Jia couldn't help but ask a question.

They waited there for a long time.

All the way up to the flagship in the sky, it seemed as if they had remembered that they originally had a primordial entity, and sent gunboats down again for Luo Jia and the others.

"Lord Luojia, we were previously boarded by the Nephilim, and our flagship suffered heavy internal losses due to the lack of gunboat support."

"As a last resort, we temporarily diverted gunboats to transport the surface troops back to the flagship."

It turned out to be the case.

The Primarch stood still and nodded.

As if he had expected this, he seemed neither surprised nor dissatisfied with the visitor's explanation.

Could it be that——?
Everyone was waiting for the wise solution from the original body, Lord Luojia, who was a descendant of the emperor and inherited a part of the emperor.

After pondering for a long time, Luo Jia finally opened his mouth.

Her eyes were as clean and innocent as those of a newborn child.

What is "jumping the ship"?

he asked.

The Emperor's Pride

Yet another planet has returned to the Empire's embrace through the overwhelming force of the Vorgrim and the Emperor's Sons.

Compared to the disgraceful Luo Jia and his followers, the battles of the Emperor's Sons, who possess perfect nature, can be described as a feast for the eyes.

Before the Nephilim stationed on the planet could react, a barrage of artillery fire, accompanied by coordinated mobile and automated forces, would strike from both flanks like two sharp blades, piercing the enemy's core.

Another easy victory.

For those whose faces are covered in alien flesh and whose minds and thoughts are directly controlled by the aliens, in Casgar's hands...
No matter how fanatical they were before, or how deeply they were influenced by the aliens, they were instantly restored to factory settings by this golden-red flame.

His eyes have become clear.

Not only the servant armies controlled by the aliens, but also the Nephilim's counterattack was no exception.

The shrieking sound waves, which carried a certain amount of spiritual energy, gradually became ineffective under the obstruction of the flame barrier.

Say whatever you have to say to the flame in my hand!

After defeating the Nephilim in the Void Sea battle, the elite Astartes, sons of the Emperor, will be projected onto the surface to wage a bloody war.

Everything went very smoothly.

In a way, these aliens, who only have vast territories but lack specialized abilities, are the perfect templates for the newly formed Blood Angels and the Legion of Word Bearers to gain experience.

Kasga couldn't imagine how a mistake could occur when playing a steady and methodical game.

As the surface forces completed their mopping-up operation against the remaining Nephilim, Casca nodded as he stood in front of the conference room, examining the massive light screen before him.

Another planet has been conquered.

Soon, having completed their mission, they will reunite on Planet Melchior.

This is the stronghold of the Nephilim.

"If the Star Language message is correct, we will be able to rendezvous with the Holy Blood Angels soon."

Both the Emperor's Son and the Blood Angels successfully completed their mission to eliminate the aliens.

But what about Luo Jia and his followers who cherish words?

The Word Bearers, who possess the most Astartes, seem to have had a somewhat unsuccessful start.

The Star Speaker confirmed the message repeatedly and compared it with the message from the Holy Blood Angels fleet before confirming that there was no error.

The Word Bearers were betrayed and suffered heavy damage by the Nephilim from one of the small planets.

Meanwhile, Luo Jia, who was fighting on the surface, had no idea that the enemy could board their ship.

After a fierce battle, the Word Bearers fleet finally managed to drive away the intruders who had entered the flagship.

However, the flagship was severely damaged due to the enemy's boarding, and its progress had to be slowed down for repairs.

This Luojia!

Listening to the reports from the Star Speakers, Casca felt a little tired.

I didn't even feel like complaining about this guy anymore.

How could they lose like that!

As expected of you, Luojia.

No wonder it's a prestigious title that even emperors would avoid at all costs, yet they insisted on giving it to him.

Old Huang, was this all within your expectations?

black.

It's so dark.

The old man with the golden glow all over his body didn't seem as serious as Casca had imagined.

Of course, although Huaiyan and Luojia unsurprisingly underperformed, the overall progress was not slowed down as a result.

The share lost by Luojia was entirely made up by the Holy Blood Angels, who were all in high spirits.

After welcoming back Saint Gilles, the morale and spirit of the entire Ninth Legion underwent a tremendous change.

Because the great Saint Gilles had said, "Eating human flesh is a barbaric act, and she dislikes barbarians," no one in the entire army ever ate human flesh again.

Even more radical ones want to burn any rumors and reports that dare to call their noble and magnificent Holy Blood Angels Legion ghouls.

The Ninth Legion has never eaten people; it's all just others smearing our Ninth Legion!

Otherwise, why can't these people's reports find any living victims to corroborate their claims?
(Because they were all eaten) This is slander and defamation!
They were determined to defend the honor of the Ninth Legion and Saint Gilles.

Ninth Legion!

No! There is! A corpse-eating ghost!
Anyone who does something that Saint Gilles dislikes is an enemy of the Blood Angels!
Driven by this fanaticism for Saint Gilles, the Blood Angels swept across every planet they passed in their campaign to exterminate the Nephilim.

too fast.

Originally positioned as a commando unit, the Holy Blood Angel, with the blessing of Saint Gilles, became even more unstoppable.

"I can wipe out all these aliens with just one Terra! I'll even get Lord Saint Gilles's personal praise, hehehehe."

"I only need half a Terran, you idiot!"

"I!"

"My mother doesn't like you at all; she'll only like me more!"

Perhaps it was because the faith in Saintess within the legion was too fanatical, and it seemed that it was precisely because the angel was too gentle that she eventually became the faith of the entire legion.

Am I being too gentle, or are all these Holy Blood Angels just going through a rebellious phase?
No!

We can't keep being so lenient with the people in the legion!
Unable to accept this, the angel decided to destroy the image of the gentle angel in the hearts of these Holy Blood Angels.

Only in this way might their fanaticism for angels lessen slightly.

But how could she show her angry and ruthless side to her offspring?

Especially when the entire legion adored her?
After weighing her options, she could only vent her anger on those despicable aliens.

The annihilation from the Ninth Legion is about to unfold in this key Nephilim stronghold that dared to resist the angels.

The poor Nephilim thus became a victim of the angels' tactic of making an example of him.

It is said that the angel who was angry on that day was extremely terrifying.

Like the most terrifying demon in legend, Saint Gilles, displaying her wrath, utterly tears apart any enemy who dares to stand in her way, leaving not a trace.

There was no mercy whatsoever.

Even the allies who were angels were so intimidating that the Imperial Army soldiers dared not utter a sound.

Even the three-eyed navigator observed the crimson storm from the subspace during that time.

It seemed that even the highest heavens were applauding her.

"Whoosh~ Good, Mother did a great job killing her!!!"

"As expected of our Primarch, the Holy Blood Angel! What a graceful figure charging into the enemy ranks!"

"Awesome!!!" (←This is all an uncultured ghoul can shout)
Then, the Blood Angels liked it even more.

Saint Gilles: "."

She knew that things couldn't continue like this.

So afterwards she came up with a new method—

As the two most beautiful Primarchs in the entire Empire (Philus: ?), the Astartes under Fugrim were not as fanatical as their Blood Angels.

She must have her reasons.

The wise Saint Gilles decided to learn from the Son of the Emperor and introduced a wealth of art learning and appreciation content to the Holy Blood Angels, so that they could find beauty in other parts of the world.

Use art to suppress the deep-seated desires of the Holy Blood Angels.

In order to suppress them
[Holy Thirst]

Good news, the thirst is gone.

The bad news is that what these people are thirsting for seems to be even more bizarre than usual.

Having the Blood Angels learn art is actually a good idea.

At least that's what Saint Gilles did in the original work.

"My dear mother, this is the statue I created for you, the 'Madonna of Saint Gillespie'."

"And mine too. This is my painting, depicting your heroic figure on the battlefield, Mother. What, why does the person next to me look exactly like me? Haha, please don't mind these little details."

"My goodness! This is my essay, 'My Mother, Lady Saint Gilles' (which won first prize in the Bar Essay Contest!)"
Upon seeing the examples cited in the report, Casca broke out in a sweat.

"This"

"Who are these people?"

Is this a human being?
It seems that times have changed.

The Blood Angels did indeed study a great deal of art in order to transform themselves from ghouls into angels.

Unfortunately, these people devoted all their energy to learning art to angels.

Kasgar could hardly imagine the torment the angels were enduring these days.

They finally managed to get rid of Horus.

As a result, his offspring became even more Horus than Horus himself.

Oh dear.

Once upon a time, the Kaska Legion was renowned for producing exceptional individuals, far surpassing any other legion in terms of abstractness.

Unexpectedly, new talents emerge in every generation, and the younger generation surpasses the older. Each legion has its unique skills and its own strengths.

Their mental fortitude is no less than that of the emperor's son!
This inevitably added a lot of pressure to Casca.

Kaska needs to step up his game too.

The good news is that, although the Blood Angels are a bit eccentric, their fleet has recaptured the most planets controlled by the Nephilim.

Compared to that good-for-nothing Luo Jia, the Holy Blood Angel Legion at most has some minor quirks, which are not unacceptable.

Now, almost all the planets of the Nephilim Empire have fallen into human hands, and they are about to head to Melchior to fight the last Nephilim in a decisive battle.

"Alright, inform the navigator shortly that we are about to depart for Melchior."

Casca directed through the communications system.

During his time with the Sons of the Emperor fleet, he served as the legion's chief commander, overseeing all matters, large and small, within the legion.

The entire legion proceeded smoothly under the coordinated arrangements of Kasgar and Fugrim.

In this way, Fugrim will have more time and space to rest.

"But before that, I need to meet with my friends."

However, although he considered that guy a friend, the other person never considered him a friend.

"Great Phoenix King, what are your orders?"

Irelia prayed again to the image of Casca and the shrine above their pirate fleet.

"Are you sure you want to keep worshipping this?"

Casca's lips twitched.

He never imagined that he would one day be alive and worshipped.

Children, stop worshipping. I am not a god.

Well, saying "children" might not be entirely accurate.

These Eldar were all several generations older than Kaska.

As Eldar pirates, their fleet continued to expand day by day during the time they were separated.

During her time away, she also lured more Ark Eldar, and even a Dark Eldar along with their wealth, into the pirate fleet.

Those Eldar who initially looked down on Kasgar and were skeptical about the rumors of the Asuyan Fire he possessed all bowed down to him after actually meeting him.

Some even wept bitterly and vowed to follow Casca forever after the flames burned away Salis's soul-absorbing mark.

Casca was also helpless about this.

This is what Ling Xiaogui is like.

They were yelling like crazy before, but once they actually entered the Sixth Ring Road, they all behaved themselves.

Forget about the Eldar pirates for now.

"I'd like to ask about Nukelia."

"Casgar said."

He needs to learn more about the planet he's about to visit.

If no preparations are made, and if Nukelia's anesthesia is truly effective, it could knock out a Primarch instantly, and an ordinary person could beat Angron to his knees.
Even if the Emperor and the Four Little Merchants went there, they would still have to drive nails, let alone Casca.

"Nukeria?"

Irelia pondered the name carefully.

“Your feeling is not wrong. We did indeed find the young god you mentioned on this planet.”

"We didn't give away our whereabouts, did we?"

"No. Somehow, perhaps it's because this young god's ability to detect things hasn't awakened yet."

"Our disguise has not been exposed."

"How is he now? Does he have any other eye-catching decorations or anything like that on his head?"

"No."

Irele shook her head in confusion.

Kasgar's request to probe the other party's situation was not to investigate Angron's power and psionic level.

Rather, it's about whether there are any nail-like ornaments on their heads.

What kind of idiot would hammer a nail into their head, I ask you?
I don't understand.

But God is always right.

"I don't know what kind of person would have a nail driven into their head, but that young god is currently living as a gladiator in the local arena and has made good relations with the other gladiators."

Having become a gladiator, have you already mingled with the other gladiators?
It seems there isn't much time available.

If Casca wants to save him before he gets Butcher's Spike, he'd better hurry.

"Also, what is the level of technology in Nukelia? Did you find out that their anesthetics can paralyze Primals?"

".cannot."

After a moment of silence, Irele spoke.

Nukelia is an extremely ordinary hive world with only a few remnants of technology from the Dark Ages.

Like countless other ordinary nests in the world, this world called Nukelia is nothing new.

"Seeing that you're really worried, we got some anesthetic drugs from the local black market."

As she spoke, Irelia gestured to a waiter to bring over a bottle of potion.

"this one."

“A creation so inferior that it cannot be compared to the poison of our depraved compatriots.”

The "fallen brethren" she referred to were the Dark Eldar, a master of poison.

"Since you also saw that Angron was a child god, why was he drugged and dragged into becoming a gladiator by this thing, and couldn't even escape?"

When Casca asked her a question, she fell silent.

Yes.

why?

It's strange. If these human creations are so inferior, how do they control human demigods?

".I don't know either."

Irele could only shrug helplessly.

"Forget it, I'll investigate this myself later."

Casca waved his hand and put the anesthetic from Nukelia back on the waiter's plate.

The reason he didn't let Iriel go to rescue Angron was also quite simple.

When Angron was just a three-year-old child, he was fighting the Eldar.

Although he's currently in a terrible state, Kasga is genuinely afraid that this guy might suddenly awaken a bloodline and wipe out all the Eldar pirates he's painstakingly swindled—no, earned—from.

"We are about to head to Melchior to join the Primarchs of the other Legions."

"You must stay far enough away, and make sure they don't discover your presence."

"After dealing with the Nephilim, I will board your pirate warship on a gunboat, and we will head to Nukelia together."

"Yes, thanks to the Phoenix King's grace."

With that, she winked at Kasgar and turned to walk toward the magnificent central compartment of the Eldar warship behind her.

"And Iriel."

"I am not a god."

Melchior Star.

With the hum of the warp engines shutting off and the power engines revving, the Imperial Pride completed her warp jump and headed to the final battlefield against the Nephilim.

"Warp complete!"

"Scanning the surrounding environment."

The flagship, having just completed its warp jump, is at its most vulnerable moment, lacking external information and the assistance of escort ships.

Looking at the cluster of fluorescent green 3D projection devices in the center, the crew members' expressions were undeniably solemn.

As the scan continued, soon a flagship with distinct features of the human empire appeared on the side of the Imperial Pride in the projection.

It is the angel's red tear.

Their fleet was the first to arrive here.

At this moment, the ship is quietly hovering in the void, confronting the alien warship on the distant planet Melchior.

"Phew, at least everything's alright. Notify all crew members to lower the alert level."

"Sound array master, prepare to establish communication with the Holy Blood Angel Legion."

Fortunately, the Emperor's Pride is still very close to the enemy's warship. Kaska can see the power engines on the belly and keel of the Red Tear, humming in the vacuum where he can't hear them.

Perhaps the Nephilim were wary of the angels' terrifying fighting power, and thus dared not approach even a fraction of an inch.

They were left to remain isolated in Melchior's orbit, hoping to rely on their homeland's surface defenses for a final stand.

Or perhaps they savor the last moments before their complete annihilation, clinging to life in a state of utter despair.

Who cares what these aliens are thinking?

Didot.

The communication from the Blood Angels was established the instant the warp was completed.

Their speed far exceeded the expectations of the Emperor's Son fleet.

It was as if the enemy was guarding this Mandeville point, waiting for the arrival of other Primarch fleets.

[From Saint Gilles to Expeditionary Fleet Twenty-Eight:]

I am boarding the gunship and will soon be heading inside the Imperial Pride for a war council meeting.

"But can't a wartime meeting be held normally as long as the communication system establishes a connection?"

Kasga looked around with some confusion.

"Who knows?"

Suddenly, from the boarding platform of the Red Tear, a fiery red gunboat bearing a blood-stained insignia sped toward their Imperial Pride at an almost fleeing speed.

When Saint Gilles arrived, he didn't even bring many guards.

After fighting for so long, Radoron and Azcalon both ended up leaving the angels in the flagship to command the Blood Angels.

As for her?
She couldn't stand being in that Holy Blood Angel Legion for even a second longer!
(End of this chapter)