Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 18 The Poison of Hope (Part 2)

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Humanity cannot solve this crisis now, but that doesn't mean you can't.

The artificial intelligence, named "Deep Processor One," displayed after a brief pause.

But you are not human.

"what?"

"What does it mean?"

"Did you already know something when you verified your identity before?"

Instead of answering his question, Deep Processor One showed him the method of exorcising the demon.

This plan is equally bizarre.

Casca needs to place his palm on Corleone's forehead.

Imagine an eternal flame burning in the ever-changing heavens that connect all dimensions of time and space.

Using their own power, they followed the [anchor point] torn apart by the warp creature, entered it, and in the chaotic flow of time in the warp, called upon their own projections of the past, present, or future within the warp.

And he will provide the answer.

That's pretty mysterious.

It doesn't seem like something that could come from an artificial intelligence.

But Casca did as instructed.

Then, as if his consciousness had been entrusted to something, he successfully entered Corleone's "dream" ten thousand years in the future and used flames to "cancel" the demon possessing Corleone.

"This certainly doesn't seem like human methods."

Kasga swallowed hard and said with a wry smile.

It's more like the work of a legendary enchanted warrior, Robert Guilliman.

After being possessed by the great demon, he "burned his sword with every slash," making the old gardener who was working hard in the fields cry.

However, Casca hasn't reached that level yet.

This technique of his can only be used on those few weak, isolated subspace creatures without any support.

But in any case, the very act of bringing about the true death of a demon's origin is a truly terrifying thing.

Casca seems to be more complicated than he thought.

The same goes for the artificial intelligence in front of me.

"Friend, how did you know I could destroy warp creatures like this?"

"Logically speaking, your database should only be updated to the Dark Ages."

He pressed for more information out of curiosity.

But the other party's screen only flickered a few times before going black, seemingly indicating they didn't want to answer the question.

Casgar did not pursue the matter further.

If you're not going to answer, then don't!

Some things, you just can't really investigate.

What if they actually find something?

The sandstorm outside has subsided somewhat.

The exorcism ritual performed by Casgar just now seems to have not only eliminated the demon that possessed Corleone with its psionic lightning, but also calmed the raging sandstorm to some extent.

"The communicator is still not responding."

Casca muttered to himself as he tested the equipment in his hand on the rusty iron ladder.

But for some reason, it seems that communication is still being blocked and interfered with.

It is estimated that the effects of the sandstorm have not completely dissipated.

Kaska estimated in his mind.

But it's not a big deal. Once he gets on his motorcycle, he can reach Carax in no time on a sunny day.

Now that he has successfully diverted the sandstorm and manpower of the Surfa people, the refugee transport team will most likely be able to return to Karax without hindrance.

Thus, the crisis seemed to have been completely quelled by him.

"Brother Casca, it's so dark here. I'm so scared."

"Don't be afraid, come on, give me your hand."

Casca was in a good mood.

But this good mood vanished without a trace when he reached the final platform and saw a four-armed figure waiting in front of the abandoned factory.

The figure was tall and strong, with well-proportioned muscles. Two of his four arms held a sword, while the other two were shaped like pincers.

The body was upright and the male and female organs on the left and right sides of the chest were different. The clothes on the body were gorgeous and the ornaments were complicated, and it was unknown what kind of precious materials they were woven from.

A lustful demon.

Kasgar had no idea how this guy got there or how he knew where he was.

But it seems that I am doomed.

The lustful demon is extremely troublesome and cannot be dealt with by a mere mortal like him.

More than that.

Furthermore, the entire abandoned factory was teeming with Sulfahmen, whose men damaged the motorcycles and blocked the exit.

Their expressions were blank, and their faces showed a fierce look.

The remaining Surfa people seem to have been completely dominated and controlled by this lust demon.

This is really a difficult situation.

Kasgar drew his blade and looked at his opponent with a serious expression.

"I can't sense its location."

The voice of the succubus was neither male nor female, but it had a sweet and comforting quality.

"You killed it, how did you do that?"

The demon was not in a hurry to go forward.

It's afraid.

As an unborn being, as a loyal servant of the Dark Prince (Slaanesh), even in death, its body will be reborn in Slaanesh's sixth-ring temple to continue that endless pleasure.

It is not afraid of death.

But regarding the annihilation of the origin, which was completely erased from all timelines...
This is quite frightening.

Therefore, even knowing that Casca looked like a mere mortal, it dared not advance even an inch.

"You can try it too. I don't think your ending will be any different."

Seeing that the other party was intimidated, Casca naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass and issue a threat.

"I wouldn't be that stupid."

The succubus chuckled softly, then gave a command to the swarm of Surfa people behind him:
"You, get them!"

It was a despicable tactic, but it worked.

"You two go and wait at the stairwell behind you."

"Also, it's best not to peek. If I can't block it anymore, I'll run downstairs."

"Find the Thinker in the innermost room and see if it can help you."

"This is our last hope."

As the enemy charged like a tidal wave, Casca spoke in a deep voice to the two children.

With that, he delivered an extremely precise and decisive upward slash, splattering blood as he swiftly killed the Sulfah who was charging at the forefront.

But at the same time, even more Surfa people rushed towards him.

"Kill! Kill!!!" Blood and flesh flew everywhere, sword shadows flashed.

One after another, the Surfamen fell to Kasgar's sword.

"Beautiful swordsmanship"

The lust demon stuck out its tongue and licked its lips.

His fighting spirit and his skills made it incredibly eager to try.

I want to go up there right now and slit this formidable enemy's throat myself.

But it values ​​its own life even more.

It will not act rashly until it figurees out how that guy annihilated the demon.

Countless fragments of the Surfamen lay piled at his feet, and the smell of rust in the wind grew stronger.

Kasgar's sword skills improved in a way that even he himself hadn't expected.

But no matter what, there are limits.

The last bit of ammunition for the explosive pistol was also exhausted as he fired his beams.

The Surfars, empowered by Slaanesh, fought fearlessly. In addition, many of them were powerful swordsmen. After holding out for several minutes, Kasgar's defense began to struggle.

We cannot let anyone pass.

Behind him were the two children.

when!
Kasgar thrust out his sword with difficulty, then quickly withdrew it to his side to defend.

In such a perilous situation, he was left to fend for himself and ultimately revealed his weakness.

Just as he parried the sword of another Surfa warrior beside him, the blade of the next swordsman was slashing toward his head at an extremely fast speed.

It’s over.

Kaska closed his eyes in despair.

Whoosh—Buzz!

A muffled blast of radiation brought him back to reality.

It was a tall demigod wearing purple armor, who was smiling at him with his chin raised.

"Did you miss me, darling?"

Fugrim.

She struck what she thought was a very cool pose.

Then, it charged toward Casca.

"Quickly, kill her too!"

Seeing this, several nearby Surfa people rushed towards her.

"Out of control."

She gave a confident smile.

As several afterimages of Fugrim flashed by, the once ferocious Sulfamen fell down in an instant, like wheat being harvested.

When it died, even the wounds and bloodstains it left behind were extremely small.

Faced with the powerful Primarch, even the most skilled swordsman would be utterly powerless.

The once swarming Surfa people were reduced to countless corpses by her superb swordsmanship, lying haphazardly throughout the abandoned factory.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Finally, her gaze fell upon the Lustful Devil in the room.

But she didn't care about that.

All she knew was that anyone who wanted to hurt Casca should die.

This is enough.

"Sisters, we—"

The succubus, seeing that Fugrim had finally seen her, was delighted and wanted to seduce her.

Before the monster could even speak, Fugrim's sword was already aimed at it.

A sword.

A thin line is drawn, and the head falls.

"Hurry up and get in, we're going back to Carax."

The original gene is terrifying.

Sitting atop Fugrim's purple motorcycle adorned with countless gilded patterns, watching the scenery rush past, Kasgar, embracing her, couldn't help but sigh.

"Coming."

As the motorcycle sped along, the deep black fortress of Carax gradually came into view.

At the entrance of the fortress, there seemed to be a large crowd of people waiting anxiously. Now that they saw them return, they were overjoyed.

"How about that? Aren't I amazing?"

After helping Kasgar and the two children off the motorcycle, Fugrim leaned down close to Kasgar and whispered something.

They practically wore the words "praise me" on their faces.

"Yes Yes Yes."

"Especially when you take your hands off my butt."

Casca replied curtly.

Fugrim is indeed very powerful.

If you're not rescuing someone at a designated spot, it would be even better if you didn't touch them in public.

Female hooligan.

Tsk, just as we were talking, she suddenly pinched it.

"What's your name?"

Upon arriving at the fortress, a young woman asked the two children a question.

In Carax, orphans will be cared for and raised by professionals, and educated with the scientific knowledge that the world desperately needs.

"My name is Corleone!"

The girl excitedly raised her hand in response.

"I want to be a ship captain someday!"

“Okay, little Corleone.” Smiling, she turned her head to look at the boy. “And you, child, what’s your name, and what do you want to be when you grow up?”

Me?

The boy was taken aback.

He wanted to become a swordsman like that brave older brother, protecting his sister with his superb swordsmanship and earning the admiration and envy of countless people.

He will take this as his role model until he becomes an unparalleled swordsman, reaping endless praise and honor, and together with his sister, they will set off towards the endless sea of ​​stars.

This is his hope.

As for the name?

He recalled the names he and his sister Corleone had received from the goddess in the darkness.

“Lucius, sister.”

"My name is Lucius."

hope.

A remedy that can keep someone alive can also be a deadly poison.

(End of this chapter)