Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 137 The Emperor's Offshore Currency

That was before the Great Fall occurred, when K'Shek was just a Phoenix Priest of the Ancient Elven Empire.

Prayer, as always, was performed in this dilapidated temple of Asuyan.

Kosek has lost count of how many times this has happened.

The eternal lifespan granted by Isha, the goddess of life, had long ago freed every Elven race from the shackles of death, thus—

This allowed him to sit idly in the temple day after day.

Priest Ko'shek thought with a hint of complaint.

He still remembered when he first came to the temple.

This place is teeming with people, and the spirit race comes to worship in an endless stream.

The Eldar were grateful to their Father of the Gods for establishing an eternal and immortal kingdom for them, free from all darkness and allowing every Eldar to live freely.

But gradually, fewer and fewer Elven race members came.

After possessing the entire galaxy and enjoying the feeling of being the galactic overlord and doing whatever one pleases.

No one will respect these ridiculous guys anymore, or restrain their desires or abide by those beliefs that shouldn't even exist.

Why should we restrain our desires?

"Köshek".

Finally, a familiar figure appeared in the small airship that was closing in at extremely high speed.

Qeine.

He was a young assistant priest.

It was in this gradually decaying Asuyan Temple that he was guided by Ko'shek to become the Son of Asuyan.

To be precise, it should be considered "used to be".

It was a time filled with excitement and boundless enthusiasm.

But time is always the most silent killer.

Quinn's passion gradually faded with the passing years.

Within this network, a colossal city of bizarre and magnificent spires stood before them, its towering peaks reaching even higher than their own eyes could see.

Unlike the dilapidated, ugly, and poorly maintained Asuyan Temple.

That place is the beautiful core of the Elven Empire, an absolute paradise that all Elven races yearn for.

"I want to go to Comoros."

Quinn said this to K. Shake.

He didn't want to spend his whole life here, in front of an outdated god who would never respond, wasting his precious time.

Quinn had heard that there was almost limitless joy in Nacomoro.

There, the Eldar will enjoy sensory experiences far beyond their wildest imaginations.
"You're going to Comoros too?"

Kosek did not stop him at the time, but sighed and reminded him to be careful on the way, as Comoros was in chaos and he must stick to his principles.

Quinn was not the first temple deacon to do this.

One after another, the sons of Asuyan left the temple and went to Comoros.

Then, they never came back.

“But I’m different, Ke. I’m not like those guys who throw away their conscience as soon as they enter the city.”

Quinn said with extreme smugness, "

"You have no idea how exciting the competitions in that arena are!"

"And those girls who have been [eliminated] by the Sacred Flame of Asuyan! That's truly [eliminated]!"

"It can even eliminate [elimination]!"

Quinn explained this to K. Shake in a vivid and detailed manner.

His words were laced with a boastful expression.

"What a pity, we arrived too late."

"If I had known that staying in the Temple of Asuyan was useless, I should have gone to Comoros a long time ago."

"There are so many good things that I don't have the money to buy, and I'm so envious of them."

"Then what?"

"I asked tentatively," Kosher asked.

He sensed that Quinn seemed to have changed—more impatient, more pragmatic.

It's also more mercenary.

"There was no other way; a poor boy with no money was never welcomed anywhere. After entering the Comoros, I figured I should join a conspiracy group."

"I've joined their group many times, and together we've captured quite a few slaves of other races. Then we sold them to the Bloodlust people for a good price. Look, this airship is the new stuff I finally managed to collect!"

"Even the defective items they don't accept can be used for fun. You have no idea how novel the games are in Comoros!"

"Ke! I really want to take you to try it sometime."

Quinn patted his chair and said with a smile.

But Kosek frowned.

You're going to capture them to be used as slaves for your own pleasure?

"Wouldn't doing this be a bit... inappropriate? What if Asu blames us?"

"Harmful!"

The young man seemed to have anticipated what Ko'Shake would say, and with a gesture of exaggerated exaggeration, he waved his hand forward: "You're getting caught up in these trivial details again."

"We, the Elven race, are the greatest race in the world, Ko!"

"Nothing, not even one race can compare to us! We can do whatever we want with these slaves, so what need do we have for Asuyan?"

"Fine! If you don't want to come, then forget it. You can just spend the rest of your life stuck in that wretched Asuyan!"

Seeing that he couldn't reason with him, Quinn gave a disdainful snort and quickly flew away in his airship.

The dilapidated temple was once again left with only him in solitude.

Kosek thought a lot.

"The spirit is no longer what it used to be."

he sighed.

As an elder who had lived in the Eldar Empire for a long time, he had witnessed many young Eldar who were originally inferior to him, but who, through their excellent skills in murder and betrayal, had made a name for themselves in the Comoros, amassing great wealth and fame.

In contrast, Ko'Shek has always adhered to his principles as the son of Asuyan.

It stands in stark contrast to the decadent and dissolute lifestyle of those living in the Comoros.

But what did he gain from his persistence?

While other spirit races possessed infinite lifespans and ultimate senses, Asuyan, a follower who was clearly the head of all gods, did not receive even the slightest blessing as a result.

Only the precept against indulging in pleasure stood as an insurmountable barrier against him.

You must abide by this, and you cannot violate that.
Each of Asuyan's sons was strictly controlled.

But the Phoenix King in the sculpture sits there forever, never uttering a word.

His lifelike stone statue features a heavy mask, with the yin-yang symbol on his chest intertwined and spiraling, representing the perfect balance between anger and skill.

Balance is bullshit.

Kosek wanted to give up entirely.

If Asuyan truly has eyes to see and enough divine power to discern good from evil, why is it that such a steadfast person is always ridiculed, while those who indulge in depravity can have everything they desire?
whether
Is all of this a lie?

Košek's so-called perseverance is nothing more than stubbornly clinging to a reason that doesn't even exist?
Confused, he asked the statue of Asuyan in front of him a question.

The stone statues never speak.

But the moment he voiced his question, Kosshek had the answer in his heart.

It was an extremely ordinary day, so ordinary that even Kosshek wouldn't remember the exact date.

After that night, the last temple of Asuyan was reduced to ruins.

The remaining priests were slaughtered, and the temple kept the ancient relic that was said to have been passed down from the Phoenix King himself.
Who would care about this kind of thing?
All everyone knows is that a new conspiracy is about to rise from the ruins of this old, ridiculous temple.

The feeling of having the power of life and death over others is like poison—both sweet and deadly.

Murder is more commonplace in the Ancient Elven Empire than pure love stories.

Kane, the god of murder, admires those who have made others' blood soak their arms.

Not to mention the murder that still occurred at the Temple of Asuyan.

Everyone's been hoping someone would take care of those old, clueless idiots who don't know how to enjoy life.

In any case, the souls of the dead Spirit Race members will return to the Spirit Race circuit to await rebirth. For them, death is nothing more than going back to soak in a hot spring for a while.

Seeing this, countless Eldar invited by Quinn are now standing on the ruins to welcome Ko'Shak's successful [Awakening].

They celebrated his abandonment of those ridiculous and pathetic traditions and his joining their endless stream of novel and exciting adventures.

"Now, kick down that stupid masked face and let us see if that god really has the power to retaliate against you!"

The Eldar laughed and urged the still somewhat hesitant Kor'shek to act.

The Asuyan stone statue with the huge mask collapsed suddenly after being gently pushed by Ko'shek—he never expected it to be so light.

That which he had once considered unattainable turned into a pile of shattered stone fragments the moment it collapsed.

What a load of rubbish!

"Ha ha."

"hahahahahahahaha!"

Kosshek, who had been feeling uneasy, burst into laughter at this moment.

Together with his companions from the Eldar Empire, he freely scribbled on the shattered but still intact fragments of the stone statues.

"Hey, why do you look like this?"

"Deduct one and send an Asuyan stone."

"Is Brother 111 really delivering?"

The Eldar were not grateful to Asuyan.

"Quinn."

"You're pretty shrewd, kid. On your first time as a smuggler, you managed to trick our Blade Lotus Conspiracy into getting a big one."

"Once we find that Asuyan artifact, you'll become the little leader of the Conspiracy Society."

"Hehe, boss, of course you'll give me a cut. Can you hurry up? I'm even willing to go overtime! If we can't get the potions soon, I really can't stand it—"

"Hey, this artifact thing is still just a pipe dream, why are you in such a hurry? This won't amount to anything. But don't worry, you'll get your share of the profits."

"Yes, thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."

In the instant he was engulfed by flames, countless images flashed through the mind of Ko'Shak, the conspirator who had climbed to the top step by step through his own means.

His eyes were now fixed intently on the center of the room.

After guarding his temple for countless years, a solemn and majestic phantom appeared, triggered by the sacred artifact of Asuyan that he had stolen.

Even though the other party was wearing an incredibly thick mask, the fright that the phantom brought to Ko'Shak was far greater than the actual harm it caused him.

“Ah, Asuyan.”

As a former temple priest, he knew exactly what this meant.

Irelia wasn't lying!

It's not that she's crazy, it's that the world is crazy!

No, wait, it's that humans inherited Asuyan's divine position, and Asuyan was reincarnated as a human!
In the highest heavens, the long-absent divine position will soon be filled again.

Kosshek's mind went completely blank at that moment.

He may not be able to count them all, but he knows exactly how many bad things he has done.

When he was alone, these sordid and indulgent sins always weighed on his head and could never be erased.

It made him constantly dream that he was about to be judged by Asuyan. It seemed, but he truly saw a phantom casting a deep look of disappointment from behind that huge golden mask.

Now, the trial has truly begun.

Endless golden-red flames filled the room in the next instant.

Before they could even process whether Ko'Shake's repentance was intentional or unintentional, in the next instant, everything that had ever existed in this world—Ko'Shake, his Pain Engines, his hideous flesh-and-blood creations, and his Nightmare Demons—was instantly reduced to absolute ashes.

Not just this room.

Like an explosion, the golden-red flames spread at an ever-increasing speed until they swept across every corner of the filthy, dark Eldar warship.

May all the suffering souls in the rooms, and those who are accomplices to the wicked, be completely liberated.

The sea of ​​fire lasted only a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the surging Dark Elven army inside the ship was wiped out.

The orange crystal relic fragment transformed into a thin stream of light and merged into Casca's hand.

"This is."

There's no use in trying to be stubborn now.

That phantom was Asuyan, Kaska could see it clearly.

Although he had been constantly reminded of this by Iriel these past few days, and given the extraordinary nature of Iriel's golden-red flames, he had long been mentally prepared for this outcome.

But in reality, it's not that easy to accept!

How could this be Asuyan?

Kaska is clearly a soul that transmigrated from a human body, so how could he possibly be—

and many more.

A thought suddenly occurred to Casca.

Could it be that this old bastard Asuyan has also started conscripting soldiers like the emperor?

Kasgar could almost see the dump truck driver who had brought him to the Warhammer world countless years ago.
It has pointed ears.

666, and offshore currencies as well.

Casca thought to himself that he was caught in the middle, neither side being a good person nor a bad one.

However, the sea of ​​fire and the phantom that appeared earlier did not originate from his own methods.

The flames and phantoms that appeared out of nowhere in mid-air seemed to have their own will and were not under Kasgar's control.

In comparison, it is more likely that a small portion of Asu's spirit remained in the sacred object, using Kaska's methods to cleanse the sect.

In fact, according to Kasgar's opinion, it was far too easy to let these Dark Eldar die so easily.

But no matter what, you can't give your soul to Slaanesh; that's pure aid to the enemy.

In the end, all we can do is burn it.

[Hello! Please respond if you hear me!]

[Casgar! What happened over there? I sensed a powerful, sudden burst of psionic energy, and then all communications were cut off. They've only just been restored!]

[Kor'Shak's flagship suddenly stopped, and the remaining Dark Eldar scattered like birds and beasts. What did you do?]

【I】

Kaska answered somewhat hesitantly.

After all, this was a result of his slight intervention.

How to do!
Casca's mind is in a mess right now.

Now how is he supposed to explain this to the Emperor?

The thought that if Old Man Huang were to find out about this, he would definitely not let him off easily!

Casca felt a chill run down his spine.

Could it be that the emperor already knows but is simply choosing not to say anything?
Based on this person's previous character traits, it is very likely.

But Casca is not in a position to gamble on that.

If you lose the bet, you will surely die.

Now it seems there's only one last option left.

My own secret
It must be defended!

Fortunately, no one will know that he appeared in Asuyan's projection now!
After being scorched by golden-red flames, everything inside the ship was completely erased, leaving nothing behind—

What about the angels? How are they?!

On the other end of the communication device came Irele's urgent inquiry.

Angel?

Angel.

Angel!!!

Casgar seems to have overlooked a key figure.

With a look of despair, he slowly turned his head away.

The only other person remaining in the room was half-raising his golden arm armor.

Those beautiful and gentle eyes now looked at him with only shock.

Eyes facing each other.

She incredulously stretched out a finger in the direction of Casca and slowly pointed it at Casca.

"Casgar?"

"Are you the god of the Spirit Race?"

Children, friends, Primarchs, brothers and sisters, Sister Saint Gilles, and the Emperor.

Let me reiterate.

I am not God.

"No, this is a tactic used by the insidious Dark Spirit Clan to sow discord. They deliberately make you believe that I am actually a Spirit Clan god, thus planting the seeds of distrust between us. This tactic is truly despicable, haha, don't you think?"

Casca spoke faster and faster.

But judging from Saint Gilles's suspicious expression, it seemed that the other party did not believe Casca's explanation.

“But he was clearly engulfed by this flame. And the color of the Spirit Clan's divine flame seems to be exactly the same as your flame.”

Saint Gilles innocently pointed to Casgara's cracked right hand.

From any perspective, it seems that I have a very close relationship with this spirit god named Asuyan.

Then there's the thought that the Eldar pirates of the Third Legion all showed their worship for Kasgar, and some Eldar even placed him on a shrine.

Previously, Saint Gilles had thought these spirits were rather abstract, that they would actually worship a human portrait during a sacrificial ceremony.
But if Kaska is Asuyan, then everything makes sense now!

Guh.
Casca was speechless.

The undeniable truth was laid bare before him and Saint Gilles.

Now, we have no choice but to use that trick!

“Saint Gilles, you should think this through. If I were a god of the Spirit Race, then no one would be there to help you cure your thirst for blood.”

Sister-in-law Sanguis, you wouldn't want to see your legion suffer from genetic defects, would you?

After Casca finished speaking, the other party indeed fell silent.

efficient!

"so."

"Angel, I'll ask you one more time—am I human or god?"

"You are human."

Driven by absolute self-interest, the angel chose to compromise.

"But why are you pretending to be—"

"There's no reason why, I am just a human being."

Casgar seemed to open up and talkative in that instant:

"How could I possibly know what's going on?"

"I was born on a desolate, dying planet, and I was just living a normal life. Suddenly, a bean sprout pops up and tells you that you are actually their god. Who can accept that?"

"It sounds quite similar to my experience."

The angel offered words of comfort.

Although it was indeed difficult for her to accept the reality that her brother-in-law was actually a god of the Spirit Race.

However, considering the help Casca had given her and her legion these past few days, as well as her assistance in reorganizing the Word Bearers legion, Saint Gilles gradually softened her stance towards Casca.

However, this news is just too explosive.
Her brother-in-law was actually a deity of the Spirit Race.
What if the emperor finds out about this?
How exciting that would be!

Want to see.

I can only imagine how interesting the Emperor's expression will be when he learns all this.

Saint Gilles, the gossip, thought with a hint of malice.

"Please keep this a secret for me, just like you would keep the secret of Blood Thirst!"

"This is my biggest request!"

".All right."

The angel sighed helplessly.

After Casca seized control of the flagship, the entire naval battle ended in a one-sided affair.

The leaderless Dark Eldar Conspiracy's fighter squadron scattered in all directions almost instantly after learning that the Archon had been killed by Yrel with just two humans.

These guys can use pocket portals they carry to enter the network tunnels and return to Comoros.

In their panic, their fully loaded slave ships, including this large Eldar flagship, were left behind.

"This is amazing! This is incredible!"

Arriving quickly inside the warship captured by Casca, Irelia had completely lost the pride she once had as a pirate princess.

After all, this is the flagship of one of the major conspiracies in Comoros!
It's nothing like the small warships she stole before!

Even the flames from Asuyan cleansed the defilement of the fallen relatives here.

Only the purest and most functional warship systems remain intact!
It was like a gift left to them by Asuyan.

All I need to do is rearrange the bone network, and it will be ready for use.

May Asuyan protect you!

Perhaps Kasgar would have chuckled to himself upon hearing this statement before, but now, it seems that such a claim is not entirely unfounded.

"By the way, Irelia, could you investigate what's inside those slave ships?"

“If they are human, we have to put them back.”

"Okay, notify the technical team to investigate the flagship's trajectory."

Although they were Eldar pirates, the proud Princess Yrel disdained to do things like kidnapping people.

这 是
Casca looked at the extracted remnant images and tried to make sense of them.

It was a desolate planetary surface, where the Dark Eldar of the conspiracy were laughing shrilly as they waved their whips, herding wave after wave of humans onto ships.

If anyone dares to resist, his tragic and painful death will become the most severe lesson for everyone.

The slave ships returned fully loaded, ready to be transported to the Comoros.

"Alien scum! Don't even think about harming my people!"

At that very moment, dozens of tall Astartes, clad in green armor, leaped into the battlefield.

"That is--"

Casca recognized their dragon-scale cloaks and the fire-dragon pattern on their shoulder armor.

Salamander.

(End of this chapter)