Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 143 Angron has been captured by monsters again!
"?!"

For an instant.

In just a moment, more effective than any form of consolation, the angel's rage was brought to a state of unparalleled clarity.

His eyes have become clearer.

As an object of worship for the Holy Blood Angels Legion, Saint Gilles has never been spared the harassment from this [Centaur Gold Ring].

In an effort to correct the Blood Angels' Legion's bloodthirsty and ferocious ghoul mentality, she specifically brought in a large number of artists and cultural workers from the Imperial Prince Legion to provide the Legion with a more restrained atmosphere that valued art and morality.

Unfortunately, it's not easy to learn good things, but it's easy to learn bad things.

Art has indeed learned, and the frequency of its bursts of passion has indeed decreased compared to before.

However, these guys also learned the famous play "Centaur Gold Ring" from the Emperor's son.

Holy Blood Angel: "Waaaaah, I'm so touched! We Holy Blood Angels are going to put on such a tear-jerking drama!"

Holy Blood Angel: "But this play seems to be about the story of Kasgar and Fugrim!"

No!

We need to change it to our story of Baal!

Hey, let's modify this a little to better suit our Holy Blood Angels.
Change Fugrim to Saint Gilles, and change Kasga's name to mine.
OK!

All done!
In this way, the story of the centaur's golden ring was given new life in fan-made works.

"Who did this! Who changed the name of the Holy Blood Angel who was supposed to be acting opposite Mother to their own person, just to sneak in their own private agenda!"

"Unforgivable! It must be changed to mine! This is the story between me and the angel!"

"Stop your delusions! This is clearly based on my mother's true story. My combat buddy, the screenwriter, must have been following me to write such an excellent script!"

The bad news is, its vitality is a bit too strong.

After that, all the Space Marines in the Blood Angels Legion created countless interpretations, adaptations, and reinterpretations of this drama.

[Thirty Years, Tomoe II]

Centaur, gold ring

The only common thread among these fan-created works is that they all feature the (supposedly) centaur gold ring gifted by Saint Gilles.

Then, all the results of their artistic learning were put on display before the angels.

Saint Gilles "."

Centaur, gold ring.

Centaur, gold ring.

Still a centaur, with a gold ring!
Please, you've tasted enough, please take it away.

The angel had intended to say that, but given the incredible enthusiasm of the Holy Blood Angels, he hesitated.

If we simply and directly reject them, wouldn't that discourage them from ever recovering? Would that be too cruel for the Holy Blood Angels?
In the end, the gentle woman chose to end it all in a way that would not harm her offspring.

She read them all.

Although it was difficult to see clearly, it appeared that a piece of the toe area of ​​the gleaming gold boots had been torn.

But I still watched it all.

This inevitably caused even the kindest angels to develop some PTSD from the very beginning regarding the term "centaur gold ring."

The angel regained consciousness.

"What does this mean? Who are you? How do you know about the Centaur Gold Ring?"

There was no answer.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you appearing in my mind?"

The angel pressed on, but still received no answer.

Your offspring are dying, little angel.

Want to go out and wreak havoc, tearing apart all the enemies of the Holy Blood Angels? We will grant you that power.

Just as Saint Gilles hesitated, another voice began to resonate in her mind.

[As long as you're willing to say "blood sacrifice—"]

"Centaur gold ring".

The angel, who had been hesitating, immediately began to mutter rapidly.

If it were Saint Gilles, who was in a state of extreme anger just moments before, there would indeed be some risk of him being tempted.

But afterward, Saint-Gilles, who had instantly regained his senses, found this clumsy attempt at persuasion to surrender laughable.

By comparing the two, one can know who the evil god that Kabanha keeps talking about really is.

Because an evil god may be evil, but it can never be harmonious.

The only evil creation of the aliens could be the god of blood and war.

But it could never be some centaur god with a golden ring.

If it really is a centaur, I'm afraid the cultists might burst out laughing halfway through their chanting.

"Centaur gold ring".

The angel continued, recalling the happy times she had spent with the Holy Blood Angels.

Warm and beautiful.

—It would be even better if there weren't any crazy scenes.

【.】

The voice that resonated within the angel's heart fell into a brief silence, as if it were contemplating how to handle the situation.

No, angel. You misheard. It was a blood sacrifice to the Blood God; the centaur gold ring has nothing to do with our conversation.

"Centaur gold ring".

But the angel ignored the increasingly anxious correction from the voice, and continued to recall those beautiful moments in his mind while muttering about the centaur's golden ring.

He received careful instruction from his elder brother Horus.

After entering space, the Wolf God taught Saint Gilles, who did not yet know how to fight in space, everything he had to teach him. With the two fighting side by side, they could easily defeat any alien enemy, no matter how difficult it was.

—It would be even better if there weren't any crazy scenes.

[No! It's a blood sacrifice to the Blood God! A blood sacrifice to the Blood God!!!]

Anxious.

It's visibly urgent.

But the angel completely ignored the Blood God mentioned by the Kabanha alien, and only focused on the "Centaur Gold Ring".

"Centaur gold ring".

This is the twenty-ninth time.

"Centaur gold ring".

The angel thought of the Space Marine, Kasgar, who had been busy by his side, running between Primarchs to provide assistance.

This includes, but is not limited to, finding the Word Bearer traitors, reorganizing the Word Bearer army, curing Bloodthirst, and saving Angron.

An interesting little guy.

This may not have been his task, but he never seemed to consider giving up or slacking off.

Perhaps his power isn't that great, but one day, he will be able to save the world.

The angels seemed to sense the powerful, prophetic conviction.

The thirtieth time.

After uttering "Centaur Gold Ring" for the thirtieth time, a tiny golden glimmer shone before Saint Gilles and continued to expand, eventually covering the entire red sand world.

After that flash of light, the angel left this place of trouble.

—The SSR I got has run away!
A crimson roar, accompanied by a storm, swept across the entire red sand space, shaking the earth so that the creatures fighting each other before the brass throne could not straighten their bodies.

From His anger.

Khorne was defeated.

He suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the centaur's golden ring.

How shameful (actually, it's God).

As the golden light gradually brightened, the angel Saint Gilles seemed to see a centaur shimmering with strange radiance, galloping endlessly in this golden ocean.

It was a very eerie scene, I must say.

But eventually, after a period of change that wasn't too long, the gold around her gradually faded and dimmed, revealing the surrounding scenery back into her field of vision.

The forest vegetation had grown lush, and there seemed to be no trace of the crimson demonic alien anymore.

She returned here, back to the jungles of Nukelia, not to that endless red sand land.

It's finally out.

But has Kabanha really left? Or is he hiding nearby, ready to launch another surprise attack at any moment?

What about Casgar and Angron?

Where did they go?

A series of questions arose in Saint Gilles' mind.

She did not let her guard down, but instead gripped the spear in her hand tightly and flapped her wings as she flew into the sky.

"Sanguinius!"

Just as she was about to fly into the sky to find out what was going on, a shout came from beside the angel from Casca.

"Casca!"

The angel descended slowly, somewhat doubtful: "Are you really Casca?"

"I can prove it."

Seeing that the angel was still somewhat uneasy, Kaska raised his hands and slowly spoke.

"Centaur Gold—"

"enough."

The angel frowned and narrowed his eyes, one hand supporting his forehead: "I've heard enough. You don't need to be like the Holy Blood Angel, constantly talking about the centaur gold ring."

"Alright, Your Grace, please allow me to correct you. It is they who are imitating me."

"Then we can't let you live any longer, don't you think, you instigator?"

The angel smiled gently, and the sight of Casca alive again after so long eased her tense thoughts.

He even joked with Casca, which is quite unusual for him.

"Casca, where was I before? What changes did you see after that alien released that red sand-like stuff?"

The Khorne Barrier emitted by Kabanha also affected Kasgar.

Kaska, who was caught up in that red sand world, also lost the angel's whereabouts not long afterward.

Then what happened was roughly the same as what the angel had seen: in a vast place devoid of any humans, all sorts of corpses kept falling from the sky, and then the second brother of the terror did nothing but hide outside and shout trash talk.

It's pretty boring, to be honest.

The most crucial point is that they don't even dare to farm corpses; they just keep dropping Forgrim's corpses into the sky.

This practice disgusted and displeased Casca.

I originally thought that Khorne was an open and honest guy who would start fighting without saying a word when he met someone.

Who knew they'd spend all their time engaging in petty tricks?

If you're so awesome, why don't you just leave a picture of an Emperor's corpse somewhere?

Really are.
Bully the soft and fear the hard.

Fortunately, Casca already had experience dealing with such lewd demons. —I don't want to listen, you're just spouting nonsense.

I don't care whether you're sacrificing to a god-emperor or a blood god; all I know is the Centaur Gold Ring.

Centaur gold ring.

There's also a centaur gold ring.

Ultimately, after being thoroughly rejected by Casca's invulnerability—

No, before that, just as Kasgar was talking about the thirtieth time, a golden centaur suddenly crossed the Red Sand Land, reached him, broke through the Red Sand Mist, and brought him back to the real world.

"It sounds very similar to what happened to me."

Saint Gilles nodded: "It was that same mysterious golden creation that saved me from the red sand and the rage."

"But what's the situation outside? Where is Angron? Where have he and all his gladiators gone?"

“They,” Kasgar answered with a somber expression, “during the time we were imprisoned in the warp barrier, they were all captured again by the slave owners of Nukelia.”

"Only one of them was able to conceal himself and hide deep in the forest, and he found me again just as I landed."

As he spoke, Casca shifted his body slightly to the side, revealing the trembling young gladiator slave standing behind him.

This person was the same little guy Angron had previously demonstrated by absorbing the negative emotions of others.

"Brother Angron and Father Onomamus have both been captured by them!"

“I originally wanted to fight them, but Brother Anglong told me that I must wait here until those two heavenly beings return, and they will uphold justice for us.”

"Then I waited and waited, and waited. When I was hungry, I would look for fruit in this jungle, and when I woke up, I would hide in the cave I had left behind not long ago, until you arrived."

What is he saying?

Kasgar looked at the angel with some confusion.

I can't understand Nukaria.

Although he could understand the other person's body language, he still couldn't fully grasp their meaning at some crucial points.

Given the Primarch's super memory, once Angron explains the meaning of all the commonly used words to her, she will never forget them.

This is the Primarch's power.

Through the young gladiator's account, the two gained some understanding of the ins and outs of the matter.

In short—Angron has been captured by monsters again!

Unfortunately, in the dense forest, although Angron and his many gladiators set up various traps and obstacles, they successfully delayed the slave-hunting team's progress in searching the interior by relying on guerrilla tactics.

Unfortunately, even the strongest fists can't fight against a large number of hands. Despite Angron's best efforts, he couldn't defeat Nanukeria's specially made anesthetic needles.

(Nukeria's Anesthetic Needle: How delightful! Angron, I'll probably never forget you for the rest of my life.)
Angron, who was shot again and rendered unconscious, and the other gladiators were thus recaptured by the slave team.

Ugh.

Angron's combat strength is so disappointing.

"In other words, we have to go to Nanukeria again and save Angron once more."

"However, I still have a question—since you said that 'Angron successfully held off the slave hunters in the jungle for many days through guerrilla tactics,' what time are we now?"

In the minds of Kasgar and the angels, it seemed as if the battle with Caban had just happened, and they were soon rescued by the golden centaur.

"What? Eight days and eight nights!?"

In that instant, Kaska and the angel were trapped in the Red Sands for eight days and eight nights.

That's no small number.

A day in Nukelia has thirty-one Terra standard hours, and a day and night here are longer than anywhere else.

The thirty-one Terran Standards also marked the final deadline set by Angron, who would later be branded with the Butcher's Nail, for all the World Eaters to conquer a planet.

No matter what methods the Devourer uses, it must conquer a planet within thirty-one hours.

If you can't take it down, then go for an eleven-draw kill!

"Eight days and eight nights, when exactly were Angron and the other gladiators captured?"

"The early morning of the sixth day."

"Two days have already passed. It seems we need to hurry."

"Lord Sanguinius—"

“Why call me ‘sir’?” Saint Gilles smiled at his brother-in-law. “If you prefer, just call me Saint Gilles or Angel.”

"Alright, Sanguielles, it's time for us to set off again."

Nukaria.

The Desia Arena.

Everything here is set up just as it always has, from the bloodthirsty spectators in the stands to the maggot-like eyes floating around the gladiators.

Even though Kasgar and the angels captured and killed that high-ranking knight when they came last time, and even though Kabanha sacrificed almost all the spectators without their knowledge.

But in a series of fierce struggles, one of the nobles of Desia emerged victorious and became Desia's new high knight amidst the chaotic power struggle.

The new high knight naturally maintained the practices of his predecessor, while dispatching a large number of slave-catching teams to capture the escaped slave Angron, and assassinating all those who spread the rumor that "a demon has appeared in the arena!" in the secluded alleys of Desia.

To the outside world, they simply announced that those people had been brutally murdered by Angron.

They then reorganized the arena's personnel and soon reopened the event, which was loved by almost everyone in Nukelia!
It seems that Nukelia is never short of people, some wild people, a group of people who need to vent.

Driven by them, progress seemed to be happening at an unusually fast pace.

Everything returned to normal, as if nothing had ever happened.

Apart from gladiators.

Dozens of gladiators, including Angron, who had escaped but were later captured, were staring blankly at the dozens of towering crosses in the arena.

Those crosses were not crude creations made of simple wood and nails, but rather painful crosses made of steel and numerous nerve cables, using advanced technology from the dark ages.

Every man nailed into it will suffer a long and agonizing death, a slow but inevitable one.

Technology may have indeed advanced, but the way humans treat their fellow human beings has never been more advanced.

What viewers love to gamble on most is how long a person will last before they die, and how loud their screams can reach – these are "interesting" bets.

As a slave who dared to escape and harm a noble slave hunter, Angron and his followers would be severely punished—to face a slow and excruciating death on a painful cross.

As for the most skilled warrior, the "undefeated" Angron...
He won't die; instead, he'll be nailed with the butcher's nail according to the audience's fervent demands.

From then on, he became even more loyal as an obedient and bloodthirsty gladiator slave, dedicating his last bit of value and joy to the audience and high-ranking knights and nobles.

This is the sole purpose of Angron's life.

The gladiatorial arena is still filled with performances by newly captured slaves, accompanied by deafening cheers that echo from afar—in this field where talent is extremely scarce, it is common for a new generation to replace the old.

Kids kidnapped by gangsters and members who lost fights, unable to repay high-interest loans, were forced to mortgage their families and their belongings.
There was also the plundering of people from other city-states during the Nukelian Wars—Nukeria was never short of slaves, nor was it short of spectators to watch slave gladiatorial games.

After the battles of the new gladiators ended, it was time for these foolish slaves who dared to escape to be executed.

The cross of suffering is already waiting quietly on the other side.

Death was right before their eyes.

It's about to start.

Faced with this unchangeable fact, the gladiators around Angron reacted in various ways.

Most of them lay numbly and sprawled out, enjoying their last bit of peace.

"Great God! Please save us again, just like last time!"

"We are your most loyal followers!"

"We will offer everything! We only beg you to show some mercy and save us from our suffering!"

Many gladiators chose to kneel on the ground, facing the direction of the otherworldly being who had descended, a being comparable to a god.

They tried everything around them, using any means and methods that could demonstrate their piety, to pray that the gods who had saved them in the previous gladiatorial contest would once again descend from the heavens like shooting stars.

Then save them all.

A powerful and beautiful angel, and a purple-gold warrior wearing a red helmet?

The second person didn't seem to have any special characteristics?

Never mind, they're all very powerful.

"Get up, my friend. There is no God in this world, so this will not help."

Seeing his brothers and sisters kneeling down, Anglong, feeling rather uncomfortable, tried to persuade them.

In his heart, although no one had ever mentioned this, he firmly believed that there were no gods in this world.

Only Imperial Truth, etc., what are these things?
It seems that some confusion has arisen in his memory again.

"No, no, that's absolutely not true."

"God, God will definitely come back to save us! They will come and save us all!"

Looking at his gladiator brothers and sisters still prostrate on the ground, Angron felt a pang of sadness.

He didn't want to see this happen.

Everyone knelt before a great being called "Emperor" or "God," living as eternal slaves, filled with fear and despair every day.

He wanted to break all of this and give the world freedom.

But he didn't do it.

Angron looked at the chains binding him and the magic-suppressing devices on his body (even though he didn't know magic).

His uprising failed again.

Angron recalled his conversation with the demigod in the purple-gold armor in that rainforest.

He was just a slave, while the other was a powerful demigod.

"Unleash your potential! Angron! Believe in your own power!"

You can do it!

why?
Why did he keep encouraging himself to fight his opponent?
Could it be that I really have that potential?
or--

Anglong seemed to be deep in thought.

He didn't persuade himself based on his abilities.

It's not about encouraging Angron to get back up after every failure.

Angron suddenly realized.

In this world, the power of their slave gladiators is as weak as that of Angron to the angels.

But the other side always believed that they could fight the angels.

Failure is not terrible; what is most terrible is losing your fighting spirit and determination to resist after failure, and becoming a beast driven by anger and hatred!

Don't be afraid of failure.

Even after defeat, we must continue to fight!
Actually not.

Kasgar was simply urging the other party to demonstrate the power of the Primarch.

However, it must be said that while Angron without nails is not very strong in combat, the good news is that he has brains.

Although there was a slight misunderstanding, it's good that the result was correct.

Brothers and sisters!

"Stop praying alone for the mercy of so-called gods and high-ranking knights!"

"Our destiny—will be in our own hands!"

With that, Angron broke the chains.

He stood up.

(End of this chapter)