Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 141 By the wrath of my Lord, you and I are—sisters!
HMS Resolute, a battleship.

As the flagship of the Twelfth Legion, the War Dog Legion, this ship is better known for its future name than its original name, "Unwavering Determination."

Conqueror

"Commander, our apothecary is back."

"The commander of the 8th Assault Company, Kahn, stepped forward with his messenger to report."

Commander of the Warhound Legion, acting legion commander Gale, received a Star Language communication addressed to the Warhound Legion.

The apothecary is about to return from the Legion of the Emperor's Sons.

Garland Surak. A highly talented apothecary.

Having been sent to the Sons of the Emperor's Legion not long ago to intern under the top apothecary Melusin, he is now finally able to return to the Twelfth Legion.

"Not only that, we also received another strange interstellar communication at the same time."

"What communication?"

The messenger paused for a moment, seemingly having made thorough preparations before finally speaking.

[War dogs, your father is in my hands now.]

The coward has been crossed out.

If you want it, you'll have to come here and get it yourself now.

As he spoke, he marked a tiny dot on the star map and wrote the name of the planet.

Nukelia

This is it.

Kahn expressed extreme confusion regarding this nonsensical astrological statement.

"Commander, what does this mean? Is the Star Language being distorted by the warp, or—"

"enough."

Gail interrupted the other person's rambling.

"Pass on my order: all personnel of the 203rd Expeditionary Fleet, prepare for warp jump immediately!"

We're heading to Nukelia!

"Going right now!"

Nukaria.

In the deep pit of corpses in the Desia Colosseum.

"Friend, be careful! They have many ways to incapacitate someone, so be careful!"

Angron gradually calmed down from his initial anger upon hearing that he was to duel Onomamus.

High-ranking knights possess many strange and wonderful creations that can render someone incapable of fighting in an instant.

There are even some machines that possess autonomous intelligence.

The instant the purple-gold giant declared war on the high-ranking knight, more and more mechanical guards and slave hunters cautiously lay in ambush behind the towering iron walls around the arena's pit, waiting for Kasga to arrive so they could launch an attack on Angron.

"Friend from outer space! I warn you, do not attempt to harm a high-ranking knight! Otherwise, none of your gladiator friends will escape either!"

Perhaps it was Casca's concern for Angron that gave him an opportunity to take advantage of.

The opponent was only one person and had no ability to fly.

If he dares to step out of the pit, the hostages, including Angron, will all die at his hands.

“An interesting threat.”

Casca laughed.

"But unfortunately, I have never said that I am alone."

"Angel, please. Throw that high and mighty guy down to me."

"Ah."

All the viewers, whether they supported either side or felt strange or disgusted by the sudden appearance of aliens from the sky, were left with nothing but absolute shock after seeing the next angel leap from the drop pod.

Angel? !
Is it really an angel who has come?

At her incredible speed, most people could see nothing but her gleaming golden armor and pristine white wings.

But anyone whose gaze lingers on her for even a moment will be awestruck by the angel's indescribable beauty.

Although it was hard to see clearly, the feeling of beauty was already imprinted in the eyes of every viewer.

This is an absolute angel.

In an instant, the darkness and brutality in the hearts of these bloodthirsty spectators who had just been shouting for Angron and Onomamus to fight to the death were swept away.

Only the purest praise and admiration.

As for Casca, he remained in the deep pit of the arena, wary of the encirclement by high-ranking knights and their lackeys from all sides.

Snapped.

Before long, the angel with its pure white wings descended from the sky once again.

This time, she was carrying an extra person.

"It's him."

Saint Gilles threw the obese humanoid creature into the arena with disgust. The creature rolled a few times on the ground, its seemingly high-class clothes stained with dirty blood and ash.

"Now!"

"All the people of Desia!"

Kasgar didn't care whether they understood him or not; he simply shouted to the audience in the arena.

"What follows is a grand spectacle! It will be the very high-ranking knight who prides himself on being noble and powerful, facing off against the gladiator he calls a mere stray dog, the undefeated Angron!!!"

"Let us stand aside and wait and see which of them will emerge as the final winner of today's duel!"

The audience dared not utter a sound.

High-ranking knights were always someone they dared not look directly at.

Even though they were being righteously executed by the angels beside Kasga today, the maggot-like eyes and mechanical guards that were everywhere in the city made these people dare not utter a word of complaint.

"Is this true, friend?"

"You bestowed this honor upon me, but I am not—"

Anglon felt bewildered.

All of this was happening before his eyes, and he found it somewhat unexpected.

What was that line supposed to be?

Oh, right, deus ex machina.

Although he, as a gladiator, had never studied drama or literature, the vast amount of knowledge he possessed told him how to properly describe the situation.

A warrior and an angel emerged from a machine that suddenly appeared out of the sky without warning. Together, they helped him defeat the high-ranking knight.

Perhaps it is indeed somewhat bizarre.

But Angron has no time to reflect here.

He has many more scores to settle with the high-ranking knights.

With that thought in mind, Angron gripped his giant axe and slowly walked toward the obese high-ranking knight.

"Please, don't let him kill me! I have no grudge against you, sir!"

The obese, ugly high-ranking knight, who bore no resemblance what Desia had always proclaimed himself to be, lay sprawled on the ground, trying to stand up but only able to tremble in fear.

Knowing he was no match for Angron, he turned and crawled toward Casca, begging for even the slightest bit of mercy.

but no.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be trying to keep his terracotta boots, Kasgar felt a little disgusted and kicked the thing away.

If it weren't for wanting to vent his anger for Angron, Kasgar would have wanted to stomp that thing to death right now.

"High-ranking knight".

Do you remember Kunigras?

Angron stepped forward, looked at the high-ranking knight who was already paralyzed with fear on the ground, and whispered.

"Hess? Yochuka? Ryan?"

Angron called out one name after another.

Do you remember them? Do you remember how they died?!

A fire ignited in Angron's mind, setting his flesh ablaze like a match.

"I remember, I remember everything!!!"

He continued walking slowly forward.

The rage in his heart burned ever brighter. Angron raised the axe in his hand high, his eyes, filled with resentment, radiating a fierce red light.

Just keep a close eye on that fool who is struggling in fear.

He could no longer utter a word, except for his wet trousers.

A word, or rather the meaning of a word, arose from the flame in Anglon's heart behind his eyes, woven from painful thoughts.

【anger】

"Now, die!!!!!"

In a rage as intense as the most raging fire, Angron swung his axe and beheaded the high-ranking knight.

But it seems this is not the end.

The moment the high-ranking knight's head hit the ground, his blood gushed out wildly, as if trying to soak Angron's entire body into his blood.

The high-ranking knight's handless corpse did not fall; instead, it sprayed blood in eight directions like a fountain.

"Something's wrong."

This amount of blood is not like what a normal human would have.

Casca put away the explosive pistol in his hand and replaced it with the retractable Phoenix Power Spear on his back.

Something strange is appearing.

What have you done on the planet's surface? Dark forces from the highest heavens are converging on you!!!

Ireil's urgent shouts reached Casgar's helmet communication.

Your signal is distorted, I—

Communication was cut off, completely cut off.

"Lord Saint Gilles, prepare yourselves."

"The people we are about to face are likely to be formidable opponents that we will never be able to deal with in our lifetime."

The angel nodded to Casca's words, raised her spear high, and retreated to Casca and Angron's side to provide cover for them.

"What exactly is this."

Angron, wielding a giant axe, was utterly surprised by the strange phenomenon before him.

He had never seen such a bizarre sight before, and everything that was happening before his eyes felt unreal.

No matter what he thought, the blood on the corpse continued to gush out.

They didn't stop until the entire ground of the gladiatorial arena's deep pit was dyed red, the color of red sand.

"Monster! Reveal your true form!"

The angel struck first, raising his spear of victory and thrusting it fiercely at the strange corpse, attempting to break the stalemate.

But in the next instant, the corpse burst like a balloon, and countless drops of blood, carrying the metallic smell, splashed in all directions.

After the blood rain came a crimson mist.

Like tiny droplets of blood floating in the air, it gradually enveloped the sky above the deep pit of the arena.

"Angron, come here!"

The elderly gladiator Onomamus rushed forward and pulled Angron away from the horrifying vision.

"What exactly is going on?"

"Could it be... divine punishment for killing a high-ranking knight while we, as inferiors, are the ones who deserve it?"

"May God forgive Angron for what he has done."

The constant whispers from other gladiators and spectators only added to Angron's growing irritation.

"Shut up!"

"I killed these creatures that didn't deserve to live with my own hands, why won't you believe me—"

An even stronger, nameless rage rose in his heart.

Is it only when he, Angron, kills all these bloodthirsty and despicable spectators that they will feel a trace of remorse, that they will feel grief for what they have done?
"Calm down, Angron."

Casca stopped him from continuing to shout toward the stands.

The current situation is not optimistic.

The splashed blood has now turned completely red, hanging on the iron walls like the most vibrant paint.

Although not a single enemy has appeared at this moment, such an unusual phenomenon is enough to show who the force Casca is facing is.

At that moment, Kasgar looked down at the Oglin helmet that had rolled to the ground beside him, the helmet with Khorne's iconic rabbit ears.

Nukelia was never a feudal civilization with only dark, low-level technology.

It is a predetermined planet that Khorne has been planning for many years.

Just as Barbaros (Motalion's homeworld) is to Nurgle, so too is Kolchis (Luojia's homeworld) to Chaos.

This place has long been targeted by some evil entity.

It was merely a carefully planned stage setup, designed to lead his chosen pawns step by step into the abyss, from which there was no turning back.

The sign that led to the abyss was the Butcher's Spike on Angron's head, which could never be removed.

Only by putting this thing on him will Angron be forever driven by rage, abandoning all human compassion and empathy, and becoming a beast that only knows how to kill.

But His seemingly perfect plan was thwarted by Casca, who fell from the sky.

Although it is unknown why a Primarch is so weak, he can be knocked unconscious by the tranquilizer darts of the slave-hunting team on the planet, and can be controlled by the electric baton of the mechanical police inspector.

But Kasgar thwarted the evil god's plan for the Butcher's Nail, and naturally, he will suffer the most vicious retaliation from the other side.

They're about to make their appearance.

The next moment, the gate to the blood-soaked arena pit opened automatically.

Eighty-eight vampires and eight skull snatchers roared deafeningly from the crimson gate toward the interior.

"What kind of monsters are these?"

Angron's shouts were filled with doubt and apprehension among the vampires with their menacing fangs, sharp horns, and red carapaces.

He fought against the fiercest beasts and the most powerful gladiators in the arena.

But such a bizarre humanoid monster
"Get out of the way, Angron!"

Seeing that the other party seemed eager to try, Kasga shouted anxiously.

"Go and protect the other gladiators. We'll take care of this!"

As he spoke, he activated the disintegration field of the spear in his hand, and a ghostly blue light shone in the deep pit filled with filthy blood mist.
He charged toward one of the skull-stealers, and as he stabbed a charging vampire to death with his power spear, he collided with the skull-stealer's greatsword.

It is unclear whether the opponent's strength was insufficient, or whether Kaska's own strength had been greatly enhanced.

The instant they made contact, Casgar's power overwhelmed the headhunter, severing his head before the man's terrified and resentful eyes.

"it is good!"

"Kill! Kill them all!!"

"Tear them apart! Tear them all apart!!!"

As Casca triumphed, thunderous cheers and bloodthirsty roars erupted from the stadium above.

Those people did not seem to panic because of the influx of these monsters.

It was like the most common gladiatorial competitions we encounter.

Another valiant gladiator has defeated a ferocious beast and deserves the applause of the audience.

They didn't care at all whether these sudden appearances of wild beasts and the sky filled with red blood mist were normal.

All they want to see is killing.

Slaughter. And more slaughter!!!
"Something's wrong, something very wrong."

Kasgar muttered to himself, desperately suppressing the sense of honor and anticipation of tearing the remaining enemies to shreds.

The impact of Khorne on this planet may be far deeper than he imagined.

It seems Angron was right; the people of Nukelia have all gone mad.

Just as he was stunned by the current state of Nukeria, another vampire charged toward him.

But in the next instant, Saint Gilles, standing beside Casca, swiftly struck. With a sweeping spear, he reduced the few vampires who dared to charge to ashes.

The angel's expression was equally solemn.

Although she had never seen monsters like these before, judging from their appearance, how they appeared, and the fact that they left only ashes after being killed, they seemed more like creatures from mythology than living beings.
demon.

The grunts, who were merely appetizers, were quickly wiped out by Casca and Sanguis.

Even without using the warp fire within him, Kasgar killed a number of vampires that were not fewer than the number of angels he killed.

As for why not to use it, it's obviously to give a worthy opponent a "surprise".

"You've become stronger?"

Seeing that Casca's speed and strength had improved significantly, the angel couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"I don't know. But it seems that my abilities have indeed been amplified here."

Casca nodded to the angel.

It's unclear whether it's due to the different customs and culture of Nukelia, or because it absorbed the fragment from the hands of the conspirator's governor.

"However, dragging this out like this doesn't seem like a solution."

Casca continued, "We need to find an opportunity to strike at their core and dispel this blood mist that's spreading throughout the arena."

As he spoke, he raised the power spear in his hand and aimed it at the spawn point of the Khorne demon—

and many more.

A new demon has emerged.

Eight bloodthirsty monsters.

He wore brass-colored armor and had blood-red bone wings spread across his back.

Eight bloodthirsty berserkers walked slowly and heavily out of the arena's gates, roaring and brandishing their battle axes and chain whips.

Pinch it.

Eight bloodthirsty monsters!

The Bloodthirsty Demon is a combat unit of the Great Demon type, a terrifying existence on the same level as the Great Impure One, the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord, and the Great Guardian of Secrets.

Although it wasn't some famous great demon, even just an ordinary bloodthirsty berserker would be enough to give the Primarch a hard time.

What's more, they even spawned eight of them!
Eight!

Don’t even lose face!

Kasgar, who was charging forward, suddenly stopped and turned around, calling out to Angron and the other gladiators behind him.

"run!"

Although he was a glorious warrior, he was also a wise man with a sharp mind.

In this situation, you should run away!

As he ran, Kasgar called to the angels beside him, urging them to retreat from the area while protecting Angron and his gladiator buddies.

Weird, really weird.

In the blink of an eye, eight bloodthirsty monsters were created for him in the real world.

So cruel.

These Khorne demons are throwing themselves out like they're throwing money away!
"You go first, I'll cover your retreat."

The angel's answer was resolute and firm. She switched the spear in her hand to one-handed mode. In this critical moment, she took out another of her divine weapons, an extremely beautiful golden longsword.

—The Crimson Blade.

She folded her wings, crouched down, and then suddenly sprang up, hurtling towards the direction of one of the great demons.

"No!"

Kasgar glanced irritably at Angron, who seemed completely clueless about the situation.

Since you're both Primarchs, can't you at least do something useful?
But it was too late to say all that now. Kasgar stood anxiously beside Saint Gilles, his power spear aimed at one of the bloodthirsty freaks.

A magnificent slaughter feast.

Fortunately, the veil between the warp and the real world was still relatively thick at this time, and these Khorne Bloodlust freaks that appeared were only weaker clones.

Even the Casca could stop one of them with its own strength.

The remaining seven great demons, despite their intimidating appearance, were ultimately defeated one by one by the angels, who possessed combat abilities filled with fury and skill.

The divine power from Saint Gilles!
As the angels slaughtered these great demons, the audience, including Angron, unconsciously held their breath, focusing intently on the battle between the angels and the demons.

Finally, with the final strike of Saint Gilles' sword, half of the great demon's skull was instantly sliced ​​off, and it collapsed into ashes.

However, after battling eight Khorneas in succession, the angel's current condition is hardly good.

Several fine dents and cracks appeared on her golden armor, and there was even a bleeding axe wound on her left shoulder.

"This is probably the final demon. Quick, the situation here is strange, let's get Angron and the others out of here!"

As Kasgar spoke, he and the angel plunged their spears into the last bloodthirsty freak who was simultaneously attacking them both.

Eight bloodthirsty berserkers should be the limit of what Khorne can unleash.

If another eighty-eight bloodthirsty berserk monsters were to appear, Kasga would truly be in trouble—

despair.

blah blah.

It's footsteps.

A footstep sounded from the gate of the deep pit.

Amidst the even more enthusiastic and frenzied cheers of the spectators in the stands, a demon far more imposing than the previous Khorne bloodthirsty madmen emerged from the blood-red gate, facing the despairing crowd inside the pit.

Even though there was only one, it seemed to be stronger than the eight bloodthirsty demons.

"Do you recognize me? I am Saint Gilles de Bar."

The demon raised his double-edged axe and whispered something at Saint Gilles, who was no longer in his full form.

"I am General Khorne—Kabanha."

"Kabanha!"

"Kabanha!"

"Kabanha!!!"

Unwittingly, the audience in the stands were unconsciously infected by its emotions, and they began to shout its name wildly.

Many people, after their anger was ignited, even got into fights with the audience around them, venting their hatred indiscriminately.

"By the wrath of my Lord, you and I are—"

Yes--

yes.
Kabanha's voice faltered for a moment when he saw Saint Gilles's exquisitely beautiful face, which was slightly dusty.

hiss.
Something seems off.
It looked into the archangel's eyes, beneath his elegant long hair, which were filled with unyielding spirit and icy rage.

A feeling beyond killing, a different kind of feeling, first touched the heart of the bloodthirsty maniac, Kabanha.

You and I are—

Sister/Sister?

"We are sisters!"

puff.

Although Kabanha tried to pronounce the sentence with more force, Kasga couldn't help but laugh out loud as soon as he said it.

"You disgusting beast, you are not worthy to be called my 'sister'."

"Go back to where you belong, demon."

Saint Gilles responded to Carbanha with nothing but disdain and disgust.

And the golden spear in his hand.

This inevitably caused it some injury.

An angel and a demon clashed.

The audience naturally cheered enthusiastically for such a thrilling battle!

Cheers to their battle!
Not just for angels, but also for demons.

Angels are indeed beautiful and holy.

But that's precisely why they want to see such a beautiful and holy angel beaten to death!
beat!
beat!
beat!
Crush it into a meat paste!

"You look so tired, little angel of the god of cowardice."

Between battles, this crimson demon didn't forget to spout some trash talk.

“I do not know the cowardly god you speak of, and I have no fear of fighting you, demon.”

The angel remained unmoved by the other's words, and continued to stab at its head with its spear.

"Oh? Little angel, have you ever thought about why your legion suffers from the thirst for blood?"

"Why does this flaw exist in your innate genes—think about it carefully. In reality, you are no different from us; you are all servants of the God of Blood—"

"What flaw?"

To Carbanha's surprise, Saint Gilles asked with a puzzled look.

Can't thirst for blood be cured?
If Kaska could be cured successfully, it means that this thing is not something that angels are born with, right?

"what?"

Kabanha was also stunned.

"good chance!"

"Ow!"

"You despicable bastard!!!"

As for Casca, things weren't going too well either.

The instant that Kabanha stepped into the arena, the slave hunters under the command of the high knight Desia also rushed towards Kasgar with their scarlet eyes.

Under the roar of Kabanha, they all fell into an endless frenzy of battle.

Even mechanical guards controlled by androids cannot avoid it.

Just as robots can also become enraged, the mechanical guards' aggressive tendencies also increased significantly.

"Stand around me, don't stray too far."

Casca shouted calmly, holding a spear in one hand and drawing a blast pistol in the other, and began firing at the invading enemies.

Kasgar originally planned to notify Irelia in the sky to send a ship down to bring them back to the ship after receiving Angron.

Once Angron and his brothers were rescued, an extermination order was issued against Nukelia.

I don't care about Butcher's Spikes, potent anesthetics, or Super Oglins that can fight Primarchs for seventeen minutes.

Blow them all up into the sky!

Simple, efficient, and leaves no future problems.

When the Warhound Legion arrived, they handed over Angron and his gladiator brothers to them, and these gladiators joined the Warhounds as the Primarch's trusted guard.

perfect.

But for some reason, ever since that crimson mist enveloped the arena, Kasgar has been unable to contact Iriel.

Until now.

The angels and Kaban were still locked in fierce combat, while he, with the help of the remaining gladiators and Angron, had cleared out all the minions blocking their way.

"Angel! Don't fight that guy to the bitter end, let's retreat!"

Casca shouted behind him and tore a hole in the giant iron gate of the arena with his iron fist.

This obstacle that blocked all the gladiators was eventually shattered by Casgar.

For the first time, Angron and the gladiators around him saw the outside world.

Freedom lies ahead.

"understood!"

The angel leaped away from Kabanha, flew on its wings, circled in the sky, and then came to the group of people who had already walked out of the pit.

"How are you feeling? Do you need my treatment?"

"It's not too serious yet. Where do we go next?"

"I don't know, Iriel's signal is still blocked."

"Fortunately, Kabanha didn't chase after us, otherwise we might not have been able to escape to those mountains."

"Gentlemen, may I say something?"

Anglong mustered his courage and stepped forward to speak.

"I know this request is very likely unreasonable."

"But if possible, I would like to ask that you two protect my family."

As he spoke, he pointed to the ragged gladiators beside him.

"family?"

Casca wins.

Little did Angron know that the angel who was fighting the demon for him was also his family.

"Take them all with you, though it seems you're about to have a bunch of new family members, Angron."

In the arena, Kabanha stood silently in the stands, watching Sanguiles and the Anglosses depart into the distance.

Especially when looking at Saint Gilles.

For some reason, compared to Saint Gilleses in countless other parallel worlds, this Saint Gillese seems to be more—

There was an inexplicable attraction to him.

Despite being a bloodthirsty madman under Khorne, Cabanha, unusually, showed a slight resistance to the KPI of collecting the skulls of powerful beings for the Bronze Lord.

"This is."

"That's because Saint Gilles is one of the few guys who can fight me!"

This is not weakness or stupidity, but a mutual attraction between heroes.

At the same time, it is also a way to continuously improve one's own skills by taking the opponent as a target!

That's right, that's it!
As for now, Kabanha needs more blood and souls to make him more fulfilled.

"The Blood God needs more blood!!!"

Kabanha looked at the mortal spectators who were like ants and let out a deafening roar from the stands.

In the next instant, shouts came from the stands in response.

"Blood!"

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!!"

Caught up in the battle cries, the frenzied audience members jumped off the platform.

Even though most people would die at this moment, the remaining fanatics, cushioned by the corpses, would still fight each other wildly, offering their blood and skulls as sacrifices to the Blood God they spoke of.

With the nourishment of mortals, his wings became thicker and stronger, and his claws became harder and sharper, no longer feeling as unreal as before.

This was exactly the kind of supply it desperately needed after a major battle.

For some reason, as Khorne's great demon Kabanha devoured flesh and souls, the image of the angels' departing smiles suddenly appeared in his mind.

Tsk.

That damn smile.

(End of this chapter)