Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 160 The Sword of the Knights

The situation seems to be worse than Casca had imagined.

The instrumental sounds from Kingscana, blessed by the evil god, not only shocked all the audience members present, but also began to tear apart the veil between the subspace and reality in this area.

The powerful emotional impact of the near-perfect performance spread like ripples across the vision of every audience member, and then, through their thoughts, continued to influence those around them.

The emotional clashes resulting from repeated interactions, coupled with the influence of the subspace itself, have created a situation where the veil separating the subspace from reality is now teetering on the brink of collapse.

Even if Kasgar's psionic flames could purify the instrument in Ginska's hands, the fervent emotions of the audience could also become a trigger for a warp invasion. How should we respond then?
Not only the nearly 10,000 spectators in the arena, but also those watching the broadcast through cameras in small rooms, could be corrupted by Slaanesh and gradually walk out of the abyss of evil!
"No! Thinking about it won't help; we have to stop that guy first!"

Just as Casca ignited a golden-red flame in his hand and was about to pounce on him, a brilliant light from the arena flashed before his eyes.

Sensing the familiar golden light, Kasgar looked up in surprise at the center of the stage.

The lion continued its performance according to the script.

At this moment, he is raising his right hand high and waving it towards the air above the stage.

Beneath this burst of golden light, the decadent allure of the music vanished as if hot water had been poured over snow.

"Eh?"

What just happened?

"Wow, get the hell out of your hands and teeth!"

The evil music from Slaanesh gradually weakened. Fortunately, it was only at the beginning and was contained by this strange golden halo, so it did not produce any serious consequences.

It hasn't reached the point where the audience members are fighting each other yet.

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Kaska had seen those golden patterns before, back in Tizca, the capital of Prospero, when Kaska and Magnus were struggling to deal with the threat of the Soul-Eating Bees.

When the Soul-Devouring Bees surrounded them, it was this strange light pattern that successfully saved them all from the stingers of Soul-Devouring Peak.

Slaanesh tore the veil between the real world and the warp, allowing her influence to be better projected into the real world.

However, warp energy has never been a product exclusively possessed by these Chaos Gods.

Just like ten thousand years from now.
The story of Abaddon, the great and invincible warlord of the Black Legion, being stabbed three times by the living saint Selestine before the Blackrock was activated perfectly illustrates this point.

This energy can be invaded by Slaanesh, and the centaur god of the golden ring, which has been nurtured in the Warp for a long time by the love of the people, can also intervene!
Subspace is such a strange and magnificent stage!
It seems that due to the addition of a large number of Holy Blood Angels and Horus's tireless spread, its projection in the warp has become increasingly solid and powerful, changing from its initial thinness to its almost invisible state.

—There's even foreign exchange.

As the devout Yrel led the Eldar pirates in spreading the news of Asuyan's rebirth and return...
As for the gold ring on the centaur sculpture, which served as a token of the new Phoenix King (Kasgar never claimed it was his token), it also circulated among the Eldar Ark and Eldar pirates.

Humans and the Psionic races, two major psionic races serving each other.

It's very difficult for the Centaur Gold Ring not to make you stronger!

"Demon, you can't stop us!"

"Luther and I fought side by side on Caliban for thirty years."

"These past thirty years have been the best time of my life. (omitted)"

Forget the front, forget the middle, forget the back.

In short, the Knights of Caliban gold rings for thirty years!

As the lion uttered each word, even his eyes were enveloped in intense golden light.

Wait, the lion...
he.
He seemed to be completely immersed in his art.

Is that a unique form of possession?

Just like the Emperor Possession that Guilliman will use in Nurgle Garden in the future, the Lion at this moment seems to have been successfully possessed by some unchosen being.

It's a centaur gold ring!
The centaur gold ring was adorning his body and teeth!
But the lion didn't seem to sense anything was wrong.

In his eyes, he had entered a very mysterious realm.

He didn't seem to be performing a play on stage, but rather as if he were on the planet Caliban, fighting to the death against the corrupted and evil-tainted members of the Sirius Knights!

Behind him were Luther and many members of the Knights and civilians. He, Ryan, could not fall like this!

Even though the sword in his hand was just an unsharpened prop metal sword, the lion's magnificent swordsmanship on stage showcased the speed unleashed by his Primarch-level body fighting at full power, right in the center of the stage.

He immediately drew the audience's attention back to him from the music.

good chance!
Kasgar seized the opportunity, leaping from his front row seat and sprinting towards the backstage of the Phoenix Theatre with terrifying speed and power, even faster than Astartes.

We must stop Kinska's madness!

The veil of reality within the Phoenix Grand Theatre is now thin, and the warp god could launch a second wave at any moment—

Deng!
Music of higher pitches, emanating from powerful sound waves and imbued with pain, ecstasy, melancholy, and an almost inexhaustible allure, trembled wildly from the houses in front of Nacasca, broadcast by a sound array.

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Kasgar was only able to stand up with difficulty after being enveloped in psionic flames.

Kasgar quickly used his psionic flames to expel the negative emotions from his mind, then slowly stood up and pushed open the door to the sound room in front of him!

An extremely rich aura of pleasure and decadence filled the small room, seemingly leaking out as Casca opened the door, inviting more people to join them.

The transformation has indeed begun!

Kasga looked closely and saw that Kinska's human identity had been almost completely transformed.

The composer, who was once a heartthrob, now had a hideous and terrifying face. Her bluish-purple skin, which was gradually turning into that of a karmic demon, was beginning to appear in large patches on her body. Even tiny demonic horns were slowly emerging from her forehead.

She seemed oblivious to Casca's intrusion, or perhaps she had long since become indifferent to such trivial matters.

In Jinska's eyes today, nothing can compare to the music in his hands.

Not even her own life, let alone Casca!
Blood flowed from her fingers on the piano keys, but she showed no intention of stopping. Instead, her blood- and flesh-stained fingers struck the keys with increasing fervor.

With a speed like a blur, more and more blood splattered all around. At the same time, to ensure the performance continued, new, tiny, hard finger joints, as sinister as demons, kept growing out of the back of his hand, eerie and terrifying.

"enough!"

At that moment, the psionic flames from Casca's hands engulfed her and the piano in her hands.

"Stop! Kinska, you have no idea how much you've been manipulated!!!"

This evil force must be expelled from her body.

Cold frost began to condense beneath Kasgar's feet. In order to counteract the dense warp power within her, Kasgar couldn't help but increase the intensity of the psionic flames she was unleashing.

"what!!"

As Kaska's flames began to scorch her body, colliding and neutralizing with the purple energy, Nakinska let out another shrill scream under the impact of these two forces.

Similarly, the voice also contained a strong blasphemous power, originating from Slaanesh.

My true self.

Click.

As an even more powerful aura of pink and purple intervened, a dazzling radiance, as intense as the psionic flames in Kaska's hands, surged from Kingska's battered and ravaged body, continuously transforming and altering her form.
Kasgar's psionic flames were suppressed by the opponent and forced back around his body.

Although Casca's power grew stronger as the Great Crusade progressed, the flames in his hands were never omnipotent.

When the power from the true form of the evil god descends simultaneously, unless Kasgar can bring out the dead Asuyan to fight against him, as he did last time.

Otherwise, it would be a stroke of luck if one could barely withstand the opponent's abilities.

When an evil god personally intervenes, it's basically equivalent to resorting to cheating when you can't win.

Clearly, Salis was getting anxious.

They talk about some great game, but when they can't win, they all jump onto the table like emperors and claim they're just pawns.

Seeing his insidious plan interrupted by an unexpected and bizarre entity, he angrily decided to overturn the table and take matters into his own hands.

This comes from the most primal power.

"damn it"

Kasgar smiled wryly and used his psionic flames to encircle his body, thus providing close-range protection against the almost irresistible evil invasion.

Surrounded by such a terrifying aura of corruption, if Kasgar hadn't possessed the assistance of psionic flames, he might have succumbed completely in less than three seconds.

Under the influence of this incredibly powerful purple sound wave, the crowd, which had been transformed by the golden halo emitted by the lion, erupted into an even larger-scale commotion than could have imagined.

Not only did the surrounding real world become illusory and thin, but fantastical rifts also gradually appeared and flickered around Kasgar, eventually emerging from which several alluring and sexy succubi emerged.

Of course, others see these as succubi, but in Kasgar's eyes, the appearance of these things as Slaanesh is basically impossible to bypass Kasgar's cognitive filter.

But the enthusiastic audience in the stadium didn't have that kind of judgment.

As the exciting music of Kingscana resounded once again, and the frenzied, decadent music overwhelmed the golden light emanating from the lion, the arena was once again filled with enthusiastic cheers.

So beautiful, so captivating!

The beautiful "actor" who suddenly stepped out as if from a crack instantly drew all attention away from the lion's performance.

Although they didn't know why these beautiful and charming actresses were appearing in the battle against Caliban,
They are so beautiful.

I can't worry about that anymore!
Driven by the enchanting sounds of Slaanesh, the audience, lured by the beautiful succubi, were eager to climb over the fence and "communicate" with them.

This infuriated the lion.

"Evil creature, pathetic lackey!"

"Your power is merely a gift from a false god, while my power has always come from within my own heart!"

Even though the lion is deep within the Knights' Monastery in Caliban, he can still sense the presence of evil through the atmosphere around him.

The black mist and eerie demons that lingered in everyone's senses
They are the evil offspring of the foolish Sirius Knights in their desperate gamble.

This deep purple, almost black, is eroding...
It was only when Ryan asked the Emperor later that he learned that it was the existence of the Chaos Demon.

As the leader of the First Legion, he chose to keep this secret as the Emperor had requested—the fewer people who knew about Chaos, the weaker the enemy's power would become.

This was the Emperor's statement, and Ryan chose to believe it and stand by it.

Until it couldn't be kept.

Just like now, Slaanesh, a demon steeped in chaotic corruption, appeared in the most beloved form of humanity in the bustling Phoenix Grand Theatre, erupting in unimaginable cheers.

The aura of chaos and evil lingered around him, and the lion could sense it.

He also realized that he was surrounded by an unspeakable evil presence.

With his golden eyes practically spitting fire, Ryan once again swung his sword down.

"The Sword of the Order of Order!"

"Unforgettable!"

do not know why.

But those few words appeared in the Lion King's mind.

And he recited it aloud as he swung his sword down.

Stupid!
Another golden ripple spread in all directions, sweeping away all the wild ideas in everyone's minds.

Bathed in this golden light, the beautiful succubi instantly lost their beauty, revealing their ugly true nature.

In an instant, the monstrous face of Slaanesh, left only by intense sensory stimulation, startled everyone in the audience.

What is this thing?!

Once it lost its disguise, Slaanesh suddenly let out a high-decibel shriek as if enraged, waving its crab claws at the audience, trying to take advantage of the chaos to reap the lives of the spectators.

How can I let someone who knows what I really look like live?

All the audience members must die!

Running wildly, Fugrim barely managed to stop him.

When they lose their equipment, twelve elite Alpharis can severely injure a Primarch—Guilliman's counterattack was only achieved by being able to steal the opponent's weapon.

Now, Fugrim didn't even have a gun. Although his sword could easily slay demons, many more evil creatures successfully bypassed his obstruction and rushed towards the packed crowd behind him, ready to reap the harvest—

when!
Just as the audience in the arena was in grave danger, the only Caliban knights, fully armored and equipped, stepped forward. As the Lion King's guards—though he didn't need to—the Dark Angels always followed the Primarch in full gear, armed with various firearms, armor, melee weapons, and longswords.

Moreover, as someone who had fought against the forces of chaos and had personally read through the canon written by the chaos cultists of the Sirius Knights, Luther knew that they must be the ones causing trouble.

This is precisely the time when the Dark Angel is most needed.

Despite his unease, Luther was the first to step forward.

Right in front of the lion show stage, he stopped a Slaanesh who was screaming and charging towards the crowd, and then cleaved him in two in a sword fight.

The fact that the corpse turned to ashes and disappeared is a characteristic of the power of chaos.

But why would such a force appear within the Third Legion?
Luther looked extremely distrustful.

"My knights! Thank goodness you are here!"

The next moment, the remaining evil creations that had been blocked by the dark angels were once again painfully knocked to the ground by the lion king's roar.

Luther looked at the lion in the center of the stage with some surprise, as if some strange power to dispel chaos had truly appeared on him.

With the final golden ripple of the roar—a ripple that could be said to have swept away all evil—all the Slaanesh aura in the arena was dispelled, and those Slaanesh lustful demons were reduced to dust.

But it seemed that as those lustful demons dissipated, they were still emitting hissing laughter.

It seems they also enjoyed the Lion King's performance?
"It's finally resolved."

Casca stood alone in the recording studio, looking at the screen in front of him.

This shows that the field has stabilized, and the influence from Slaanesh and the sound has disappeared.

Perhaps your Slaanesh voice is very strong.

But my centaur gold ring will show you what a true powerhouse is.

Under the influence of this halo, Kasgar was able to stand up again and surround Jinska, who was deeply trapped in the Slaanesh energy, with flames.

Kingska's nature had been completely altered and reshaped into a Slaanesh demon. Under the intense golden light erupting from the lion, she was suppressed and burned to absolute ashes by Casgar's psionic flames.

He has removed the fulcrum of Slaanesh's corruption, and now everyone is safe.

Except for Luther.

He was standing at the front of the audience, right in the center of everyone's attention.

The lighting technician seemed unaffected, perhaps because he was too focused on the relationship between Ryan and Luther. The pure white light, like the brightest and most radiant moon, illuminated his entire body.

“Luther, I knew it was you.”

Luther was stunned by the lion's approving gaze.

ah.?
Luther looked around in surprise; there was no one else there besides him!

Etc., etc!

What's going on here?!

He looked around in a panic. His fellow dark angels seemed to have made a pact to leave him alone in the same spot.

It was as if everything that had just happened was part of a drama, designed to lure Luther out and bring him to the forefront!
Is this also part of your Play?!
In his despair, he couldn't help but think of this.

"The Caliban are now unified; our only goal is to become the Warmaster's Starry Sky."

"Luther, my mentor, my dear friend; would you be willing to join me in venturing among the stars, into the cosmos?"

The lion walked to the edge of the stage and stretched out its hand to him.

"Promise him! Promise him!"

"Promise him! Promise him!"

The audience behind him was still cheering.

This left Luther feeling extremely embarrassed and speechless.

But at this point, what else could he say?

He was reluctantly pulled up by Ryan.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!!"

Another cheer erupted from the crowd.

".Eh?"

Amidst the applause and cheers of the crowd, the golden flames burning in the lion's eyes gradually faded.

Did I just seem to have been acting all along?
The lion thought with some doubt.

But why does the memory of fighting evil beings on Caliban feel so real, as if it just happened to me?

Perhaps acting really is about immersion; you never know.

The lion found a lame excuse to convince himself.

However, the feeling of being liked and cheered is not bad.

The lion, with his arm around the dejected Luther's shoulder, looked down at the cheering crowd and couldn't help but think.

Now those people will...

From then on, his name as the Lion would resound throughout the empire, and those who worshipped Horus would follow Caliban's Lion with equal fervor.

And at that time, only one cry will remain in their throats—

Become the war commander! Become the war commander! Become the war commander!
The lion is the commander of the battle!
"【Thirty Years, Caliban, the Knights】This concludes!!!"

"Oh oh oh oh!!!"

Another wave of cheers engulfed the two.

"No, that's too much."

"I can't stand it anymore."

In the recording studio, Casca covered his eyes, both amused and exasperated.

He's just a child who's a few hundred years old; don't show him this kind of indecent stuff.

Can't you make something lighter?
Either it's Horus, the bald-headed one, in the Centaur Gold Ring, or it's these two Caliban gods in the Centaur Gold Ring.

What's wrong with this world?
"Sigh... but it seems Chaos is even more impatient now."

Looking at the pile of ashes where the person had once sat at the piano, Casca couldn't help but think to himself.

What if these beasts have some other way to corrupt the original?
Their corruption is everywhere.

We cannot lower our guard against chaos just because the War General has not yet been elected.

He will need to be more vigilant in the future.

Casca thought to himself.

But in any case, Lion's debut performance was a huge success.

Although several incomprehensible things happened along the way, according to Forgrim, these were all turned into extra performances arranged by the Phoenix Grand Theatre.

This was to demonstrate how bravely Ryan fought against the Sirius Knights, who possessed evil sorcery.

This better showcases the relationship between the two stars, Lion King Ryan and Luther.

This explanation was widely accepted—as for the film reel that was leaked, Casca demanded that the presence of Slaanesh be removed and replaced with monsters dressed up by actors.

To conceal the existence of Chaos, Kasgar spared no effort.

"What happened to Jinska? She's dead?"

After everything was over, the Lion, with his Dark Angel, returned to his Invincible Rationality with satisfaction.

Feeling somewhat uneasy at what was happening before his eyes, Fugrim asked Kasgar for an explanation.

"Yes, she's dead."

"They're the same strange warp aliens we encountered on Byzantium last time; they've reappeared."

"I thought we had completely wiped them out, but it seems these things are nothing at all—"

"It's ubiquitous, isn't it?"

Kasga sighed: "Perhaps you are right, we will face more challenges from them in the future."

He held in his hand the original videotape of the lion's first performance.

—Then, let's put this on the next collection on the Road to Triumph.

The Vengeful Spirit.

After completing the cleanup and terraforming of Scacia, the four expeditionary fleets set off for the Dark Night Sector according to their original routes.

Horus also received messages from his Primarch brothers and sisters.

But there seemed to be one thing in this message that he was particularly concerned about.

"what?!"

"The Lion Brothers previously performed 'Centaur, Gold Ring' at the Phoenix Grand Theatre?"

Horus's eyes flashed with disbelief.

What does it mean?
Even he, the cold-blooded lion who originally seemed stern and unsmiling, showing no human emotion whatsoever, actually had such feelings for the Emperor.
Horus's expression was complicated.

On the one hand, he knew it was bound to happen sooner or later.

After all, the Emperor is just too good; it's only right that he is loved by the Primarchs.

On the other hand, he was also very wary of this formidable rival who had suddenly appeared.

Will the emperor therefore show more favoritism towards his eldest son?
No, he's already very biased.

Ryan's legion possesses three Glory Queen-class battleships, as well as countless forbidden aliens and dark technology knowledge, all of which his Shadowmoon Wolves lack!

I was clearly there first.
Whether it's returning to the battlefield or leading the legion on a grand expedition, it's all my decision first.
Horus stared silently at the videotape on his desk.

Just like the victims in the notebook.

By some strange twist of fate, Horus, with mixed feelings, chose to place it into the holographic playback device in front of his desk.

Oh, so you're talking about Ryan's adoptive father, Luther.

I thought it was an emperor.

That's fine.

"Hahaha"

Horus, relieved that he had just had a scare, calmed himself down somewhat.

so far so good.

However, after reading Ryan's "The Caliban, the Knights", Horus also lost some confidence in himself.

He even felt that, despite both being from the "Thirty Years" series, this "Caliban, Knights" from the Lion King was more imposing than his "Centaur, Gold Ring"!
That aura, that unparalleled power!

And there was that feeling as if golden flames were truly burning in his eyes!
It's as if the real Centaur is accompanying him as he conquers everything!
And that sentence!
Horus focused his gaze on the majestic roar of the lion.

[The Sword of the Order of Order!]

[Unforgettable!]

"Unforgettable".

Horus pondered the words repeatedly.

(End of this chapter)