Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 142 The Sky of Red Sand

Nukelia, countless years ago.

The fiery red sand covered the entire land, and the arena was filled with bloodthirsty spectators as usual.

They shouted the names of their gladiators and cheered them on.

In this land ruled by high-ranking knights, this was their last solace in surviving.

However, in a place that no one noticed, or rather, no one would have thought of—

At the northernmost edge of the world of Nukelia, on the ancient frozen land perpetually covered by ice and snow, a visitor from outer space, like a fiery red meteor, streaked straight down into the desolate, snow-covered landscape and landed on Nukelia, the red sand planet.

A lost Primarch has fallen upon this planet.

But that's not the point.

The problem is that--

It appears he landed headfirst.

It really did land headfirst.

thump!
Faced with the overwhelming power of Casgar, Angron, a mere "mortal," had no chance of victory.

He had just thought of it when the other party suddenly seized him and tripped him with an unexpected speed.

Its heavy body crashed onto the leaf-strewn grass in the forest, making a rustling sound as the sparse branches of the bushes swayed.

"Friend, you're too strong, I can't beat you."

Angron, sitting on the ground, helplessly relaxed all his muscles, then sat down with a wry smile.

Can't beat it, really can't beat it.

After the two extraterrestrial visitors rescued the gladiators from the clutches of the strange monsters, the group fled to the dense forest in front of the northern mountains.

Angron was very grateful for this.

But for some reason, after that, these two extraterrestrial visitors often asked Angron to fight them one-on-one, or even to practice using weapons in real combat.

No matter how many times he tried, even though Angron used all his strength and kept recalling his fighting methods in his mind according to the two of them.

Unleash your potential!
Unleash your inner power!

Activate your hidden backup energy!

But no matter how much his opponents encouraged him, Angron still couldn't defeat these two masters.

Angron, who was once undefeated in the arena, winning every single fight, was known to the audience as the Invincible Angron.
When faced with the two of them, there was only defeat.

"Just call me Casgar."

The warrior in purple-gold armor reached out and pulled him up.

"Okay, Casgar."

“I understand you may have high expectations for my power, but I have tried almost every means possible, and I have been unable to activate the power you speak of.”

Anglong was a little embarrassed.

Then, as if trying to make amends for his incompetence, he continued:
"If you're looking for my superpower, this might be the only one—"

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward until he reached the campfire where the gladiators were gathered, and placed his hand on the head of one of the young gladiators.

After a brief flash of light, Angron frowned slightly.

"Like this, I can absorb some of the negative emotions of those around me."

Look at the young man who has fallen into a deep sleep. His slightly trembling body has calmed down afterward, and he is sound asleep as if he were indulging in the most delicious dream.

"If this is the skill you're looking for, I can help you with it."

Seeing Angron's somewhat embarrassed expression, what could Kasgar say?

In the Warhammer world, being bad is the original sin.

But how can a Primarch without Primarch power maintain his authority within the Legion and survive the perilous Great Crusade?

"Perhaps this power will indeed come in handy in the future, but for now we may need more direct combat capabilities."

He said helplessly, "Angron, you stay here and watch over these gladiators. I'm going to go and discuss something with my companions."

"Okay, I wish you a safe trip."

"come back earlier!"

"Still no clues to help him recover?"

Upon seeing Casca arrive, the angel who had been surveying the surroundings from the ancient tree high above swirled its wings and came to Casca's side.

"No. Or rather, he doesn't seem to have the Primarch's power except for his appearance."

After rescuing Angron and the others from Desia's slave arena, Casgar tried many methods to motivate Angron.

But no matter what he did, it seemed that the opponent's strength was only at the level of an ordinary person, and he could not become stronger at all.

They couldn't even defeat a Space Marine like Kasgar, let alone fight a Primarch like the Angel Saint Gilles.

How could this happen?

The angel was also quite puzzled by this.

After returning, she also read about the deeds of other Primarchs on their homeworld. Almost every Primarch, with their innate terrifying power and wisdom, managed their homeworld in an orderly manner, and even the least capable were the strongest fighting force on the planet.

How come it became like this when it came to Angron?
"This is also what puzzles me the most."

Casca also expressed its helplessness.

You might not believe it.

Although Casgar had read the script, the text was simply too bizarre.
So much so that he couldn't understand it at all!
It's not just Kasgar who's puzzled; the fighting power of Angron and Nukelia is a complete mystery that remains unsolved.

In the story of Angron, his combat power seems to be in a state of extremely abnormal fluctuation.

It either soars very high in a short time, or it plummets down in a flash.

There is absolutely no logic to it.

If Casca hadn't interfered, the story would have gone like this—

Angron was captured by the high-ranking knights' minions in the battle just now and then forcibly impaled with the Butcher's Nail.

From then on, they would not think about anything other than killing, and their personal compassion and empathy would also be stripped away.

In his rage after the transformation, he will kill his master, Onomamus.

After calming down, the furious Angron decided to lead the gladiators in a rebellion.

—But they failed miserably and could only flee to the nearby dense forest with their gladiator brothers and sisters.

Under the siege of the slave-owning army of Nukelia, Angron, who was preparing for a last-ditch effort, was teleported to his flagship by the Emperor who arrived just in time.

The Emperor has reached an agreement with the slave owners, and they will continue to live on this planet.

What kind of suppression of slaves?
As long as they are willing to pay tithes to support the Great Expedition, it's no problem.

And so, Angron watched helplessly as his brothers and family members were brutally murdered by the slave owners, and he could do nothing about it.

In a fit of rage, he went berserk and tore apart the emperor's guards until he was finally subdued by the emperor's own spiritual power.

Then the Emperor dumped it on the War Dog Legion like trash, ignoring it completely.

None of them are human.

In this entire story, nothing is normal.

It's as if the author, halfway through writing, suddenly stood up and shouted nine times, "Only the wise, the treacherous, and the extraordinary can be free from their influence!"

The changes in the combat power of all the characters in the entire story are more numerous than the changes in the ever-changing Demon Lord.

The Nukelian natives suddenly became incredibly powerful;

Angron's strength suddenly became inconsistent.

The despicable emperor who suddenly became indifferent to the original.

The Imperial Guard, which suddenly became a weakling that couldn't beat anyone—ah, that hasn't changed. The famous "Imperial Guard" has been used as a punching bag again, which is normal.

And Angron himself is a super shapeshifter in the story.

If he were like Horus, just an ordinary person before awakening his Primarch's power, then he wouldn't be able to defeat others.

—Yet he could tear apart the White Bean Sprout Squad at the age of three.

If we say that his strength is powerful enough, he could tear apart the emperor's imperial guards with his bare hands.

—But he couldn’t defeat Nukelia’s high-ranking knights.

If we say that Angron's power lies entirely in Butcher's Spike, then only Angron with spikes is a qualified Butcher's Spike wet piece.

—But even after he hammered in the nails, he couldn't defeat the slave owner and was only saved by being teleported into the flagship by the Emperor.

If Nukelia were truly that powerful, everyone would be like a dragon, demigods would be everywhere, and Primarchs would be treated worse than dogs.

—But when the Emperor arrived, he quickly surrendered without even struggling, and was eventually defeated by Angron, who came back for revenge.

how to explain?

Everyone exuded a strong sense of artificiality.

I'm stuck here, unable to go up or down.

“The power of a Primarch should not fluctuate so rapidly.”

So far, at least in Kasgar, there has been no sign of Angron's strength improving in the slightest.

He always maintained the fighting ability of a fairly powerful mortal gladiator.

I really don't know how someone with this level of skill will be able to kill a fully equipped Imperial Guard who serves as a close attendant to the Emperor in the future.

"There's no use thinking about it now. If we can get out and bring Angron to see the Emperor, the mystery might be solved."

Unfortunately, I can't bring it.

Since Iriel's communication was abruptly cut off last time, there has been not a single sound from Casca's communication equipment.

"You still can't contact your Eldar friends?"

No, there was absolutely no response.

As for when it will resume?
Casca didn't know either.

Standing on the surface of the planet Nukelia, Casca tried to search for Irel's warship in the sky, but to no avail.

It was as if the Eldar warships had never even appeared in orbit around this planet.

"Could it be that your alien friends abandoned you and ran away?"

"After all, the Xenomorphs never have any moral burden when they betray. Cooperation is fine, but if you entrust your life and fortune to the Xenomorphs, you'll suffer in the future."

The angels were not surprised by this situation.

The Spirit Clan's double-dealing did not surprise her.

I personally think not.

Casca shook his head in denial: "At least I can feel how important I am to them."

"That rekindled sense of conviction. An Eldar from the Ark will never give up hope of forever ridding Salis of the threat and rebuilding the Eldar Empire."

"They have no reason to abandon us."

“Rebuild the Eldar Empire. Don’t let those preachers of imperial truth hear you say that.” The angel smiled. “Otherwise, they’ll definitely burn you at the stake.”

"Of course."

"But have you noticed that your combat abilities seem somewhat different from before?"

"Me?"

Kasga asked, somewhat puzzled.

“That’s right.” The angel nodded. “In the arena, facing those eight demons, I didn’t expect you to actually be able to hold your own against one of them without being at a disadvantage.”

As a Space Marine, he was able to take on a Grand Magus single-handedly.

If we calculate based on the power ranking chart, Casgar's current strength seems to be about the same as that of a newly formed chapter leader like Dante Calgar.

Of course, it still can't compare to cheating.

For example, Marum Kaido, with a bomb gun and a chainsaw sword, tore apart six Tzeentch Shapeshifters and three Nurgle Great Impermanents.

Not to mention the thousands of Chaos Prison Soldiers and the hundreds of Chaos Terminators.

He, Kasgar, was merely fighting a great demon to a standstill.

This is nothing.

"So, do you know what those strange creatures are?"

The angel asked in bewilderment, "Who exactly is that fellow? He recognized me immediately upon meeting me as Saint Gilles of Baal, and he even knows the secret of our legion's thirst for blood."

How come everyone knows the little secret about thirst?

"Well, it might be a bit complicated to explain."

Alien.

A bizarre alien that lives in the subspace and feeds on human thoughts and emotions.

Regardless of whether this thing is a real creature or not, just tell me it doesn't look like a human at all!

Imperial Truth doesn't stipulate that Xenomorphs must be real-world creatures, so why can't Chaos be a type of Xenomorph?

After interacting extensively with Luo Jia and Old Man Huang, Kasga gradually learned some of their mysterious rhetoric.

Tough talk.

If we insist that chaos is an extremely dangerous alien form that is absolutely impossible to cooperate with, then perhaps after a long time, it really will become an alien.

That's right, it's the Alien.

Subspace, isn't that amazing?

"But I don't understand how these evil alien creatures got into Nukelia."

Khorne's mass production of troops came as a complete surprise.

The eight bloodthirsty berserkers appeared as if by suddenness, and together with the great demon Kabanha who followed, they threw themselves into the battle like there was no tomorrow.

This was also the first time that Casca had experienced even a small amount of Khorne's shock.

If I remember correctly, an army of warp gods like Khorne wouldn't be able to so easily break through the veil of reality and project their massive forces.

The eight bloodthirsty freaks and Kabanhar who were able to possess from the warp and enter the battlefield without any sacrifices or blasphemous rituals were undoubtedly highly suspicious.

"This doesn't seem like something that would happen on a normal planet."

"Why don't you shine your magical flame on it? Maybe you can find out the flaw or something?"

“I’ve tried.” Kasgar shook his head helplessly in the face of the angel’s question, “but it didn’t work. It’s as if the psionic energy is not obeying my commands here. No matter how I call out, there is no response.”

As he spoke, he tried to call upon the angels for help to remove a section of the glove from his right arm.

The skin, which was originally covered with golden-red cracks, now looked as if it had become countless times duller.

If it weren't for the faint, subtle glow emanating from it, it would truly look no different from a normal person's arm.

It seems that Kaska's psychic power was completely sealed shortly after he arrived in Nukelia.

"How is this going?"

“I don’t know either.” Casca said gravely.

"This is also the problem I discovered after landing on the planet, when I tried to summon flames multiple times but still failed."

"Nukeria. This planet is strange."

"Those high-ranking knights are here! Brothers and sisters!"

"Beware of enemy attack!"

Just as Kasgar was wondering why he couldn't unleash his psionic power, a roar from the depths of the forest pulled the two back from their reverie. "There's something new going on?"

The angel and Casca exchanged a glance, then crouched slightly before flapping their wings and soaring into the sky to observe the changes.

"what happened?"

“Desia’s slave owner guards”

"What about the quantity?"

"There are many, but they are not insurmountable."

As a Primarch, even if these slave owners brought a large number of people, they would still be nothing more than a rabble.

The only thing the angels currently fear is that strange, red, demon-shaped alien.

"Where did these high-ranking knights and guards come from? How could the other city-states of Nukelia have received news of a slave rebellion?"

“I don’t know. But judging from the flag, it seems to be the place we landed before, the place called ‘Desia’.”

The angel's words carried a hint of uncertainty: "I cannot rule out the possibility that those strange demons might join the army and launch an attack on us."

From her high vantage point, she could see that on the distant plains of the forest, countless high-ranking knights, fully armed guards, were gathered.

"There are guards?"

"I thought the city was deserted after the landing in Kabanha."

Casca muttered to himself.

Surprisingly, after the appearance of the Great Demon Khorne, the entire city of Desia did not descend into absolute fighting and slaughter; instead, it remained as if nothing had happened.
No?

These people didn't care that they had a Khorne Demon in their house; the first thing they did was come to quell the slave rebellion.
"How are things going in the city of Desia, that angel?"

"Was it destroyed, or was there a massacre? Or was the entire city covered in an unknown bloodstain?"

"No."

The angel's answer was not what Casca had expected: "The humans in the city seem unaffected, behaving no differently than usual."

No difference?

When did Khorne become so gentle?

Did Kabanhar not commit any offenses after entering the city, and did he lead his Khorne demons without taking revenge on the local residents after failing to capture the angels, and simply leave quietly without caring about the Blood God's KPIs?
"Saint Gilles, my dear little angel."

Of course, it's not that simple.

Just as Kasgar and the angel were preparing to go down and join the gladiators, including Angron, a voice that sounded like a howl from the abyss came from the void before them.

A distorted pattern of light suddenly tore through the air above the forest.

The hooves of the chain-like vessel covered in skulls stepped forward, and beneath the deep red, bone-spiked muscles, the anti-magic runes on the brass armor gleamed brightly. The chilling light emanating from the giant skull axe and chain whip in its hands grew even more intense.

The great demon Cabanha, under the command of the Lord of Brass, once again appeared before the angel Saint Gilles.

Compared to their first meeting, Kabanha's aura was more solid, and also more ferocious and terrifying.

"you again."

The angel's voice was filled with anger as she raised her spear and pointed it directly at the other person: "Do you really want to die?"

“Death? No, no, no, little angel, death has no meaning for us.”

The demon emitted a terrifying sound that sounded like laughter.

“Every enemy’s death is an honor, every battle is a gift from Him.”

"Beneath the bronze throne, only endless victories await us."

"Little angel, lead you and your offspring to abandon that pitiful cursed one and join the ranks of the Blood God."

"This is your destiny and that of your blood angel, Saint Gilles."

Seeing that thirst for blood was no longer an angel's weakness, Carbanha began to try to tempt the angel with new things.

Unfortunately, the Kabanha did not seem to be very effective in promoting Khorne.

Just as Slaanesh used the glory of sitting on the golden throne to entice Guilliman.

It's enough to scare the other side into waking up instantly.

Sometimes, even if you and your peers think something is great, it may not attract others.

It only had the opposite effect.

Under the temptation of Kabanha, the angels became even more determined to oppose Khorne.

Although it's unclear why this alien would use war, which she despises most, to lure her, the final result certainly greatly ignited the angel's fighting spirit.

Saint Gilles' greatest fear was that his offspring would forever be driven by instinctual desires, becoming nothing more than beasts that only knew how to fight.

This is something she absolutely cannot accept.

Holy Blood Angels must never become ghouls again!

If she cannot exterminate all these demonic aliens here, her Holy Blood Angels will be more likely to be poisoned by the aliens in the future!

"This only makes me want to kill you more, Alien!"

Even though the Holy Blood Angel's tone remained gentle, the rage surging in her eyes was almost uncontrollable.

The next moment, she leaped into the air and rushed toward Kabanha, who was floating in mid-air with his periosteum wings flapping.

"Casca, go and protect Angron and the others. I'll deal with this monstrous alien!"

The angel cried out.

Although she didn't understand why the other party viewed fighting as a reward that brought them pleasure or joy, Saint Gilles would not let anyone who dared to harm the Holy Blood Angel get away with it.

Faced with this alien who wants to turn the noble blood angel back into a ghoul, the power contained in the spear in her hand will only become more terrifying.

dead!
This was the only requirement the angel had for it.

"it is good!"

Kasgar nodded and turned to run swiftly toward Angron's location.

It's fortunate that Saint Gilles came along too.

If she weren't there, Kasgar couldn't imagine how he would face the Khorne army alone.

What? Angron?
Does this kid look like he has any fighting ability?
"No, kid. None of you are getting away."

After being pierced by that spear, Kabanha's wounds were healing at an extremely rapid pace.

The battle required to kill a demon, especially a great demon, will be extremely long.

Nakabanha took the blow head-on, then slowly and heavily turned the claws in his hand.

The blood-red sand fell to the ground through his fingertips, completely covering the dense forest.

An endless expanse of blood-red sand dunes.

The endless red sand world trapped both the angels and Kaska within its confines.

"Where are we now? What kind of witchcraft is this?"

The angel cried out after watching himself and Casca being dragged into this strange space.

"The great creation sister from the Blood God."

Although Kabanha was still a little unfamiliar with the term "sisters," she still managed to say it.

“Angron is the champion chosen by the Blood God, His eternal slave. None of you may interrupt his ceremony toward ascension.”

"No one can."

Kabanha let out a grating howl, seemingly excited that he could trap both the angel and Kasgar.

"What a ridiculous trick."

"When I rip out your alien heart, let's see if you'll still be happy about death!"

The angel's anger grew even stronger, and she once again raised her spear and charged towards her opponent.

brush--

But this time, nothing was left except for a phantom cloud of smoke.

As a Khorne Demon.

Kabanha. He escaped.

"coward."

The angel continued to hold his spear, calmly surveying his surroundings.

The disappearance of Cabanha does not mean that it left the battlefield; rather, it is more likely that it was secretly watching Sanguis' every move from the shadows.

"Casgar?"

The angels tried calling the Space Marine's name around them, but received no response.

He's gone?
The angel's gaze grew increasingly solemn.

Just a short while ago, she saw Casca being pulled into this space along with her.

To everyone's surprise, in the blink of an eye, Casca disappeared without a trace.

All around, there is only endless red sand.

Something is wrong here.

The angel tried to flap its wings and land on the ground, gently stirring the red sand with its spear.

There was no sign of any enemy, nor any Casca.

"Kabanha, come out! Stop hiding!"

The angel's heart was constantly filled with anxiety.

How is Casca doing now?
What about Angron?

What would they do if they were trapped here?

As if sensing Saint Gilles's anxiety, a dark shadow suddenly fell to the ground in the distant sky.

what is that?
A trap, or a clue to escape?

The angel didn't know, but at this moment she had no time to waste.

She flapped her wings and flew swiftly toward the dark figure—

No, that's not a shadow.

Those are corpses, corpses from Casca.

His body was cleaved in two by a sharp axe, with countless deep, bone-revealing wounds that tore his armor and flesh apart.

His fatal wound came from a deep, bone-revealing severance wound in his neck.

"What's this?"

The angel could hardly believe his eyes.

But the corpse was right in front of her, and the real sight and touch forced her to believe that it was happening.

But this is just the beginning.

Before the angel could even process this shocking reality, another dark figure fell from the horizon.

This one is several points larger than Casca's.

It's Angron.

Saint Gilles, who had approached, could not bear to look at her brother's gruesome state of being cut in half, and only glanced at him before looking away.

What does it mean?
Imprison her in this red sand land, and then kill off everyone she cares about, one by one, right in front of her?
What about the battle?
Shouldn't that damn alien be fighting her?

Why choose to escape and instead turn the sword against the weak?
"Coward! What kind of person are you to bully the weak? Come out and fight me!!!"

The angel flapped its wings, wanting to fly high into the sky and look at the endless horizon of this red sand land.

She wanted to fly high into the sky, to break through all these obstacles and transcend all these constraints at a high enough place.

But she failed.

No matter how hard she tried to fly higher, it seemed that the red sand world where the angel lived would not be changed in the slightest.

Here, it seems that the laws of time and space do not apply.

Not only that, but more and more dark shadows were falling from the horizon.

"these are"

Saint Gilles was all too familiar with the armor worn by the falling corpse.

Of course, there were also many things he was unfamiliar with, such as those black-painted armors.

However, the huge blood droplet emblems on their shoulders indicate that these are the Holy Blood Angels of Saint Gilles.

More and more Holy Blood Angels.

More and more
more and more.

Until the angel's anger turned to sorrow, and then from sorrow to numbness.

The corpse of the Holy Blood Angel completely filled the entire red sand.

Even though the red sand itself was boundless, under the burial of countless corpses, in an instant, only her offspring remained here.

The corpses of the unjustly killed Holy Blood Angels are enough to fill this boundless expanse of red sand.

How to do?
In this boundless expanse of red sand, the angel saw neither hope nor end.

She could only feel endless hatred and madness tormenting her body and mind.

The so-called Blood God, who originally prided himself on glory and battle, actually resorted to such despicable and vile means, using the angel's most cherished family, friends, and offspring to provoke her.

Is this really something that thynocence should be doing?
Instead of fighting them, they cowardly provoke them by avoiding battle?
It has to be said that although it was despicable, it was indeed effective.

Attacking those close to an angel might be the only chance to make the angel lose their mind.

"Come out! You bunch of cowardly aliens!!!"

Do you want to leave here?

Just as the angel began to shout in frustration amidst the pile of corpses, a voice came from within the angel's heart.

"Who are you? Why are you trying to talk to me in this way!"

Leaving is simple; you don't need to do anything else.

"Just come with me, and I can bring you back to the battlefield outside, so you can continue fighting that demon named Kabanha."

The voice continued speaking.

"Can you really take me out?"

Saint Gilles' tone was full of frustration and anxiety.

"Damn it, tell me what to do!?"

Come on, repeat after me—

Centaur, gold ring.

　These days, I've been racking my brains trying to figure out how to clean up the mess left by Angron's lore.

　　Why was Angron defeated by the soldiers of Nustar, yet he tore apart the Imperial Guard after boarding the ship?

　　Why can't even the Emperor remove Butcher's Nail?

　　Why did the Emperor suddenly become so despicable, only teleporting to Angrom instead of saving his teammates, and ignoring him and his legion?

　　How can these many doubts be resolved?

　　good news!
　　After nine days and nine nights of contemplation, I have finally come up with a way to perfectly explain all the mysteries in the Angron story, far surpassing all previous explanations!
　　Unfortunately, the blank space here is too small to fit everything.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)