Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 145 Clever Kabanha
As the pointer and dial shattered completely, Casca stared intently at the broken incubation chamber before him, his expression flickering.

Time has been disrupted!

The situation was worse than he had anticipated.

It's less a disaster and more the end of it.

Khorne's plans were earlier and more meticulous than Kasgar had imagined.

In Kasgar's original plan, even if a warp god like Khorne extended his reach, he would only spread his blessings, making the Nukelians more bloodthirsty and warlike.

Just as Nurgle did to Barbaros, he subtly covered the entire planet with poisonous gas, thus influencing the Primarch's way of thinking through the mother planet.

This is also reasonable.

After all, no matter how powerful the Warp God is, he cannot break through the barriers of the real world.

It is clearly unlikely that humanity would extend its reach into the real world thirty millennia later, when it is still on the Great Crusade and believes in the truth of the Empire.

But is it really impossible?
Some things seem to have been part of the warp god's scheme even before Kasgar came to this world.

Khorne's control over the planet was far more alarming than Casca had imagined.

"what do you mean--"

"The ability to manipulate time itself is enough to serve as irrefutable proof that Nukelia does not fully exist in the real world."

Manipulating time is no easy task, especially manipulating a planet for a period of hundreds of years.

This level of catalysis can only be achieved in subspace, where the laws of time and space are unstable.

Nukelia was not simply "affected" by Khorne.

Instead, He dragged the entire planet Nukelia into the subspace!

"Our understanding is all wrong!"

"It's not that the passage is blocked by the subspace storm, but that the entire galaxy has been dragged into the subspace!"

Nukelia has always been a world of demons!
"A world that has entered the warp?"

This was somewhat beyond the angel's comprehension: "You mean, when we landed on the planet, we were pulled into warp space along with Nukelia?!"

Her understanding of subspace was limited to the perspective of space travel.

Just like a normal sailor trying to understand the ocean route he is navigating—he knows there will be tsunamis on the surface of the sea, but he absolutely does not know, and could never believe, that there is Cthulhu in the sea.

And this Cthulhu would not swallow a city into a submerged city.

But that's exactly what happened.

"The Thinker Array has been damaged, making it much more difficult to investigate any further information."

The extent to which Angron was affected during this distorted time, and how the Eldar of the Ark broke through Khorne's blockade and destroyed Angron's incubation—all of this remains unknown.

But what Kasgar knows now is that he, the angels, and Angron are all trapped on this planet, which lies between the warp and the real world.

Can't escape.

"In other words, it's like we're trapped in a multi-layered dream—we thought we had escaped that world of red sand, but it was just that one layer of their multi-layered illusion had been broken through."

"From the moment we set foot on this planet, we have always been under each other's control."

It was only then that Kasgar truly understood the depth of Khorne's schemes.

As the god of war and tactics, He was never a mindless brute, especially when it came to the championship He so desperately craved.

The Blood God's dedication will far surpass that of the blue-feathered bird who treats planning as a game of change, thus insulting the strategic significance of overall planning.

Not only did Angron fall into a trap when he set foot in Nukelia, but Kasgar and the angels did too.

Based on Casca's deductions, the reality is very likely as follows—

First, after Angron landed, Nukelia used a series of rituals performed by its cultists or high knight rulers to envelop the planet in warp space with Khorne.

In the warp, Khorne attempted to corrupt the slumbering Angron, but his efforts were largely unsuccessful due to the protection of the enemy's intact cultivation chambers.

Khorne decided to try a different approach—spreading a message to the Eldar prophet that since Nukelia had been dragged into Khorne's territory, Angron was definitely doomed.

In a situation where they were being used as pawns, the Eldar broke through the protection of the cultivation chamber, thus exposing Angron to the direct influence of the Blood God.

(This also explains why these troublemakers only appeared in the story of Angron.)

After learning that Casca was preparing to go to Nukelia, He spat the planet out of the warp as bait.

The dispatched Iriel completed the landing and intelligence reconnaissance smoothly, with everything disguised as usual, without any hindrance or unusual activity.

Khorne used this as bait to lure Kasgar to go there in person.

The psychic prophecies of angels also largely originated from the prophecies and guidance of Khonne.

At the same time, based on the flow of time in the warp, just as Kasgar was about to conduct an investigation before landing, the scenario of Angron being nailed was brought forward, thus forcing Kasgar and the angels to make an immediate decision.

After the two descended in the landing pod, they completed the formal encapsulation of the planet and dragged it into subspace!
Let's close the net!
All I can say is that Casca underestimated this guy's determination to draw cards.

They've gone to such great lengths even now, when the warp barrier is still very stable, all in order to wipe out the angels, Angron, and even the three of them, Kasgar.

Even Casca.

Are you not even going to spare me?
Hagiwara, you bastard
“Your speculation may be correct, but I still have questions—deep questions.”

"We are complete strangers to those Warp Xenomorphs, so why would they go to such lengths to lure a Primarch into joining their cause?"

good question.

Perhaps he developed PTSD from the last attempt to steal Bilak, so much so that he has to secure the Primarch firmly in his grasp before considering anything else.

“I am not them, and I do not understand what they are thinking.”

"Casca replied."

"But you can also see that the guy named Cabanha keeps sticking to you."

"Although I don't know why these warp aliens all seem to be looking for angels, but—"

"Perhaps it's because your charm is just too great?"

"No matter what kind of person they are, even an alien, they cannot resist your charm."

Casca said, half-jokingly.

Just like now.

Seeing another tear open before his eyes—it's not surprising that Khorne can open portals at will on Nukelia.

After all, this is the subspace itself.

The familiar crimson demon emerged from the portal once again.

"We meet again, little angel."

He let out a shrill laugh, his expression suggesting he had been waiting for this moment.

"I have nothing to say to you, alien!"

Faced with the strange creature that had reappeared before him, the angel's originally kind expression froze once more.

She never gave a kind look to these wealthy people who were constantly trying to recruit her like stalkers.

The tenderness for humans and the rage for aliens coexist within her; this is Saint Gilles.

"No, you will join us, little angel."

"The last defeat made me understand you better, Saint Gilles."

"No matter how you reject me, I will find a new way to get you to join!"

The clever Kabanha learned to summarize his experiences.

Compared to the foolish and utterly unintelligent former chief demon Skabrand, Kabanha, as the current Blood God's favorite demon under his command, possesses a brain that other bloodthirsty demons lack!
(As mentioned in Eternal Echoes, Skabrand had already been kicked by Khorne before he was ordered to capture the angel.)

Which chief demon would be so stupid as to be easily swayed by a few words and then turn around and stab their own boss in the butt?
After stabbing him, seeing the situation was not good, he immediately kowtowed and admitted his mistake?
That fool probably still thinks that the Blood God was so angry because he dared to attack him, and that's why he banished it.

According to Kabanha's observations, this is not entirely true.

The reason for the Lord of the Skull's anger is actually only one—

He is really, really too stupid!
Just because of the little instigation of that blue-feathered bird, he actually turned the axe blade towards the Lord of Brass, using his laughable power to provoke the great God of Blood!

Shame on you!
This has truly made the great Lord of the Skull lose all face!

If others find out, they'll think that all of us K (Khorne) are just muscle-bound brutes with brains full of nothing but brute force!
But Kabanha is different.

It's a bloodthirsty maniac with a brain.

After failing to persuade his opponent with the promise of an eternal and endless battle, Kabanha immediately went back to summarize the lessons learned from the failure.

The reason the angel resolutely rejected Carbanharna eight days ago without the slightest hesitation was because...
Actually, Kabanha knew.

The angel Saint Gilles didn't dislike it; it's just that, you know, she was a bit arrogant.

Because Kaban was furious at her lack of understanding.

As long as Kabanha can offer her something impressive, something that makes her understand that even in Khorne's Bronze Realm, there are people who care about her little hobbies.

Its previous plan to seduce the angels relied too heavily on thirst for blood.

I know everything you cherish and love.

"And these you will enjoy only in the embrace of our God of Blood—amidst endless strife."

So much so that after Blood Thirst was cured, Kabanha, now without any leverage, was left completely helpless.

But after some study, the clever creature successfully figured out what Saint Gilles cherished and loved most!
It was not an eternal, endless war, nor even the Holy Blood Angels Legion.

But -

"What exactly are you trying to say, you idiot?"

The angel frowned slightly, raising her spear in front of her, ready to thrust at any moment.

She had a very ominous premonition.

Seeing that she was on guard, Nakabanha changed his movements and adopted a stance that was extremely incongruous with his demonic body.

Then it spoke in its voice, which had been ravaged by Khorne.

“Saint Gilles. You will always be my centaur.

"die--!"

Unimaginable energy surged wildly from Sanguis's body, rushing towards the location of the great demon Kabanha Khorne like a meteor in a ferocity unimaginable to Kasgar.

Angry.

If the Holy Blood Angel performed for her with utmost respect and reverence, Saint Gilles could temporarily suppress her anger and comfort herself that her offspring were striving to learn art and love, abandoning their original ghoul nature, which was something to be encouraged.

But now, even an alien can use this thing to make fun of her!
Can this be tolerated?

Tolerate?
I'm not going to put up with this!
The light emanating from the spear of Bigong in Saint Gilles's hand shone especially brightly at this moment. Kill!

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!

Enraged, the Holy Blood Angel pierced the chest of the demon who couldn't dodge in time with a single blow.

Although injuries sustained within the Khorne domain can heal extremely quickly, the lost power must be replenished by hunting other demons or devouring souls.

"Alien, you're courting death."

The angel seemed to calm down and spoke to the other party, word by word.

But only Casca knew that the calm angel was still in the rage at its peak, with a cold, burning fury still rising within her.

From the perspective of trying to provoke the angels, Kabanha was indeed very successful.

Perhaps this wasn't what Kabanha intended, but it seems to have achieved quite a good result.

"Little angel, are you shy?"

Seeing that the other party attacked him in a fit of shame and anger, Kabanha also let out several hoarse laughs.

For the Khorne demon, the closest thing to the concept of love is to fight the other to the death.

Fighting for a lifetime!
Interesting!
I never expected this angel to be such a tsundere.

Just as it was speaking, another precise stab pierced its chest.

"You may be very powerful, but within the Blood God's Domain, my power will far surpass yours!"

With a shriek, as if tired of dodging and no longer wanting to perform, Kabanha held his giant axe across his chest to block, easily catching the angel's next attack.

With a casual flick of his battle axe, he sent the angel flying dozens of meters away.

It was only by relying on the balance of its wings that it regained control of its body.

"This is."

Feeling the powerful tremor in his hand, the angel was incredulous.

How did this alien named Kabanha gain such immense power in an instant?
"Can you feel it, little angel?"

"This is the supreme power that comes from Him, from the Lord of the Skull!"

Perhaps in the real world, an angel could easily take Carbanha's head twice.

Those were merely projections of the warp demons in the real world, and their strength varied, falling short of the original demons' level.

(Even Dante could kill Scabrard under the most extreme circumstances in the real world)
However, in the warp, especially in a warp realm like Nukelia, which has been swallowed up as part of the Blood God's domain, the combat power between the two sides will be reversed once again.

If Kabanha were truly blessed by the Blood God, defeating or even killing angels would be an easy task.

But it didn't do that.

After demonstrating his power, which surpassed that of an angel, Kabanha did not continue his pursuit. Instead, he gave Kasgar a meaningful and wary look.

"Little angel, and you over there, listen up."

“You and that Angron are all champions admired by the Blood God. In this world, we have endless time, and the only way for you to leave is to submit to the great Blood God.”

"Only after sincerely worshipping and shouting 'Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat,' will countless passionate battles await you outside!"

"Otherwise, you'll be lost forever beneath this red sand!"

Kabanha wasn't in a hurry.

The angels may not be willing to join Khorne's ranks right now, but that doesn't matter.

What if you stay here for ten years? Or a hundred?

What about a thousand years?
For millennia, they have been unable to save their own legions, only able to watch as they are torn to pieces and dissolved into biomass by powerful aliens, such as Greenskins or Tyranids.

When that time comes, will she still be able to stick to her belief that the only trustworthy power of the Blood God cannot save them?

In subspace, all time dimensions will be distorted.

Kabanha, on the other hand, has a long time to lure them into depravity.

Nukelia's transformation may have been minor, but this almost infinite time was enough to turn them from staunch supporters of a cowardly god into loyal servants who craved blood and battle.

"Perhaps you will still support us now, but hundreds or tens of thousands of years from now, will you really remember who you are?"

(I am Rogdorn)
"Just a heads-up—Angron's forces have been attacked again."

"Little angels, good luck to you."

As he spoke, Kabanha stepped into the void portal on its side, preparing to leave.

slipped.

"Don't even think about running away!"

Enraged at the sight, the angel brandished her spear and charged toward the enemy. In a mere fraction of a second, she was already in front of Kabanha.

The spear in his hand was poised to strike.

Stab!

But when Nakabanha's body was hit, it vanished as if it didn't exist in the world.

"Jiejiejiejiejie"

Only a harsh, hoarse laugh remained, still echoing in the wind.

"The cunning alien"

I'm in the open while the enemy is in the shadows. Angels and Casca, currently in the enemy's home turf, aren't having an easy time.

Even time is manipulated by the enemy.
And Kabanha is indeed one of those rather sleazy Khorne archdemons.

He either breaks the opponent's legs by sneaking up on them, or he completes the Blood God's KPIs by picking up the heads of Holy Blood Angels on the battlefield without fighting. He is dark and doesn't seem like a bloodthirsty maniac at all.

"We don't have a way to deal with them for the time being, so we can only take it one step at a time."

Kasgar stepped forward to comfort him, saying, "Now is not the time to be sullen. Judging from what he said, something has probably happened to Angron again."

"Quick, we have to get back!"

Angron has indeed run into trouble again.

After Casca told the angels that they were going to the place where their captives had found them, they never returned.

During this time, Angron gradually learned to lead his gladiators to complete their tasks, establish and expand their strongholds, and attract rebels from other city-states to join the counterattack.

Under Angron's construction, the outposts deep in the forest were well-managed, and the various underground infrastructures and cultivated land were basically able to ensure self-sufficiency.

They even repelled several search parties from slave-trapping groups of the city-states.

Compared to a brute who only harbors anger and hatred towards high-ranking knights and can only feed himself when hungry, Angron can now be considered a wise, charismatic, and resourceful rebel leader who knows how to resist.

Even though Angron poured his heart and soul into establishing bases for the gladiators, trying bit by bit to wrest the hope of survival back from the nobles.

But under the power of Dark Age technology, Angron's resistance, though poetic, was still futile.

After the rebel army had gradually grown in size, seven slave-hunting teams from various city-states of Nukelia joined together to carry out a large-scale cleanup of the mountainous region where Angron was located.

Trees were felled, and the land was plowed.

No detail, however small, will be overlooked.

Even the land beneath the northern mountains, which the Nukelians consider sacred, was destroyed without hesitation.

As a high-ranking knight, what troubled him even more was the rebellious slave gladiator Angron.

He must die!
Under the siege of seven well-equipped and numerous Nukelian armies, no matter how brave and skilled Angron was, or how united his gladiators were, he could not escape his fate of destruction.

This time, however, no emperor sent a teleportation spell from the sky to save him.

"Failed again."

Angron, who had fought to the last moment and fainted, awoke in a prison wagon filled with shackles and chains belonging to the slave-catching team.

For some reason, the high-ranking knight did not kill Angron in the final battle, but instead kept him alive as a prisoner.

At this moment, the only one captured along with Angron was the old gladiator Onomamus, who had always been by his side. They looked at each other helplessly on the shaky prison cart.

"Onomamus, you're still alive?"

"Yes, but that won't happen for long."

Faced with Anglong's surprised question, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Stop talking, it's all because of my poor command—"

"No, Angron, you have done enough. It is not your fault that you lost the inevitable war."

This time, perhaps Angron has lost.

But his loss was by no means shameful.

"But what's the point of saying all this now?"

"Onomamus, where are we going?"

"Desia, the capital of Nukelia."

"They said they wanted to crucify us all."

The carriage continued to creak and groan as it traveled along the country lanes.

High-ranking knights have their own ways of traveling, so these poor little paths are not maintained by them.

Finally, the enormous city gate, the gate through which Angron had charged out countless times, appeared before his eyes once more.

"arrive."

"If I'm not mistaken, the only thing capable of breaking through the crimson mist for us can be Angron."

Kaska, who was taken to the sky by the angels, analyzed it this way.

After coming down from the snow-capped mountain, they also felt a significant difference in the flow of time.

That's another kind of day in heaven, a year on earth.

“Kabanhar was afraid that we would change the fate of Angron, so he dragged us into the world of red sand.”

"Now they've changed the flow of our time. This shows that they really don't want us to interfere with Angron's fate."

Khorne seemed quite afraid of Kasgar and the angels interfering with Angron's fate.

Perhaps this is the key to their escape.

Casca analyzed.

"As for this, I have a bold guess."

(End of this chapter)