Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 181 Carlos: "Born of a Mother"

Phoenix Grand Theatre.

Upon entering this magnificent hall, the Interlesian envoy nervously looked around.

Everything that had happened before was too far-fetched; even many Interlesians once thought it was from an old fairy tale book.

This left these administrative staff feeling lost and confused.

Suddenly, the eerie red-skinned Oglin bursts into the scene, pulls out the dagger that should have been hidden in the museum, and appears as the evil demon Carlos from the records, turning one of his envoys into a Chaos Egg—the powerful Chaos Corruption lurks within all of us.

Both the Interles Federation and the Human Empire are blaming and hurling insults at each other, making a war inevitable.

—But at that very moment, they were forced into the theater.

I don’t know why someone with more prestige than Warmaster Fugrim would appear.

Not only did he verbally abuse the red-skinned giant who barged into the meeting, but the giant didn't even dare to retaliate. He even forced everyone, including the nominal highest military commander of the human empire—War Marshal Fugrim—to come to the Phoenix Grand Theater for... well, he said it was treatment?

Who is the true War Commander?
Maybe the title of Warmaster is just a title, and the real Warmaster is actually the unassuming Casgar.

Nobody really knew, and nobody dared to ask about it while Casca was clearly angry.

At this moment, everyone could only sit quietly in their theater seats under the powerful air pressure of Nagaska, waiting for the heavy red curtain on the stage to be removed so that the newcomers could step onto the stage.

Although it was unclear why they chose this time to perform the play, the delegation had no say in the matter at this moment.

"This is."

The Interlese delegation only learned of the significance of the Centaur Gold Ring when it was officially displayed before their eyes.

"Isn't this our aria? The aria of us Interles!"

"Why does this thing sound so similar to our arias? It's like it was created by the same person."

Regardless of language, customs, or genetic differences, as long as both parties possess the power of arias, they can connect with each other's hearts!
Before this.

The Imperial Truth Proclaimers also conducted detailed studies on the mysterious power of arias, but found it difficult to define this unique style of performance.

Essentially, it is a mathematical concept, a universal constant that transcends language barriers.

In this way, even people from different language backgrounds can understand the meaning they want to express through the melody.

However, its mathematical structure is expressed through specific harmonies and melodies, which, to the untrained ear, sound like music. Such complex melodies are often heard in the speech transmissions of the Interles Federation.

Anyway, the Imperial Truth Propagandists say it's mathematics, but whether it truly is mathematics, or whether it's using the guise of mathematics to mask its true nature as psychic power, remains to be seen.
Perhaps only the emperor knows the answer.

but now!
It was only the opening act, yet the Interlesian-style aria and the "Centaur Gold Ring" surprisingly achieved a certain harmony!

Surprisingly, they were as if they had always come from the same source.

"I never imagined we would have so much in common!"

The head of the delegation shouted excitedly to Warmaster Vograim and Kasgar beside him.

Although the time for a true centaur gold ring to appear is still far off, the Interles have already encountered centaurs.
(Interles Federation Centaur Soldier)

Everything was so coincidental, as if it were a natural progression. It seemed that the Interles Federation in the Centaur constellation had received help from the centaur spirits thousands of years ago.

Subspace is a permanent testament. This is not an absolutely impossible thing.

Even all of this was something the centaur could have foreseen.

While Tzeentch was playing his grand game in the warp, this mysterious centaur also seemed to be busy.

“Casca, no, Your Excellency Warmaster (?), please allow us—I guarantee with everything I have, that we are absolutely not followers of Chaos—to revel in this performance!”

“I can sense the similarities between your dramas and arias. Working together, we might actually be able to drive away the demons!”

Under the expectant gaze of the envoy, Casca nodded slightly.

"However, I must remind you that Fugrim is the Imperial Warmaster."

Casgar added.

Interles performers are collectively referred to as "Metzi".

They are enhanced humans who have undergone some kind of genetic surgery, possessing characteristics that set them apart from others: their ear muscles swell and open, just like the ears of bats or other nocturnal flying creatures.

The musicians were tall and wore smooth green gowns with delicate gold piping.

During the performance, each person holds an instrument to their chest, equipped with a megaphone, coiled strings, and a complex array of keys. Their fingers fly across these keys incessantly. Each instrument has a swan-neck-shaped mouthpiece at the top, allowing the performer to blow while pressing the keys.

With excited eyes, they eagerly stepped forward and surrounded the performer in the arena—a spot that had previously belonged exclusively to Fugrim.

However, after Fugrim became a Warmaster, his status and position were not suitable for performing on stage, and he was also burdened with various military affairs, so the role of actor was handed over to the female Space Marines of the Emperor for selection.

And the performer now, influenced by the gene seed, also possesses beautiful long hair and violet eyes just like Fugrim herself.

Upon seeing several Métrich musicians surge forward from both sides, she did not panic, but continued performing the scene she had rehearsed countless times before—

At this moment, the musicians played arias.

A perfect blend.

Although it is unknown whether the performers knew the exact nature of the arias sung by the medzi musician, the medzi musician himself did not know the specific repertoire of the Centaur Gold Ring.

But just as if they were born of the same origin, they do not need any language to communicate with each other, and they can understand each other's intentions instantly.

"How is this going?"

Fugrim, standing next to Kasgar, asked in confusion.

Could it be that the Centaur Gold Ring she created was so popular that even Interles, who had been blocked by the warp storm, knew about it and collaborated on a performance?

Or is it that all the world's great works are actually telling the same story?
Is this world just a giant centaur gold ring?

"Uh, neither."

"Do you remember what the books said about the origins of the Interles?"

Casca suddenly remembered a very important blind spot.

When the Interles arrived here, and they fought against the Cainblach people who believed in Chaos, it was the Eldar who brought them this unique technology and understanding of the dangers of Chaos.

It has to be said that the old charlatan finally guessed correctly one of his prophecies.

In fact, they had already formed an inextricable bond with the centaurs by this time.
So, it turns out everyone's been wearing the [centaur gold ring] all along!
(The fact that Interles' arias can inspire and promote communication, and that he is located in the constellation Centaurus, are official settings. See Rise of Horus for details.)
(The centaur gold ring is real; he wasn't just making it up, I'm telling you.)

"Ah!"

"Forgrim!"

The musicians from the Interles Federation complemented the performance on stage perfectly.

The instruments in front of you, played with fingers flying across the keys, produce beautiful music that almost sparks, making you feel like you're right there in the music. Even the original pieces composed by Terra's master musicians pale in comparison.

"—Centaurus Rex ↓!!!"

As the last syllable fell, an unimaginable golden light shone through the tireless performance of the musicians.

It seems that after receiving assistance from the musician Metzi, the Centaur Gold Ring has been greatly enhanced once again.

"What is that?!"

"It's a centaur! The real centaurs have revealed themselves!"

"How is this going?"

A dazzling golden light instantly converged, forming a solid, golden centaur.

As a mascot and symbol of the Interles, the centaur has always been widely associated with their culture.

However, appearing in legends and appearing in reality are two different concepts.

The Interlesian envoys could never have imagined that golden centaurs would actually appear beside them like something out of a myth.

They really do help them and dispel the darkness.

The golden light continued to gather, and the pupils of the medzio musician, who was still playing, shimmered with a dazzling golden flame.

The light emanating from them was so tangible that it instantly condensed into a dazzling golden spear, which was held in the centaur's hand.

He leaned back on the right side of his body, which held the spear, and the golden spear in his hand flew out in the next instant.

—Straight to Magnus!
Click.

Before the Crimson King could react, a mysterious, dazzling light froze everything in an instant.

Even if the spirit of the centaur is powerful, the power projection it can generate in the face of a true warp chaos god is still insufficient to shake the opponent.

This pause in time and space was not solely the work of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord, the Weaver of Fate, Carlos.

Even the master of all transformations, Tzeentch himself, couldn't restrain himself at this moment and chose to project his ever-changing magical power onto the "Spirit of the Imperial Two-Headed Eagle," thus controlling everything under the guise of Carlos, the Pokémon.

It didn't just freeze the two Primarchs and Kasgar in an instant.

Even the golden centaur's spear was suspended in mid-air, unable to advance an inch.

The Lord of Changes bought Carlos the Weaver of Fate a period of time, an opportunity.

A chance to see directly into Casca's heart.

At that very moment, the Pokémon of the Fate Weaver, which resembled the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle, suddenly transformed into its most commonly used form.

"quack!"

With his right hand supporting the Staff of Tomorrow, which was radiating metamorphic flames, Carlos let out a triumphant shriek. His multiple eyes, emitting a strange light, met those of Kasgar, who was trapped in a time-stopped state.

His eyes pierced Casca's soul.

This is a unique and ever-changing strange space.

Carlos brought his chosen Casca here.

Here, he could use his wisdom and boundless power of change to twist the very person whom the Imperial Warmaster Vograim trusted most.

Once his soul is captured, the War General will naturally be no problem.

If such a great feat could be accomplished, successfully bringing the cursed warrior into the embrace of the Lord of Change, then the Weaver of Fate, Carlos, would surely gain the other's supreme favor.

As Carlos gazed at the Casca soul, which seemed to be awakening from a deep dream, countless eyes on the heads of his two birds gleamed with shrewdness.

"Ask me questions, human."

"I will tell you all knowledge, and I will clear away all your doubts."

This is the most common tactic used by the Tzeentch demons.

They rely on others' curiosity and use knowledge as bait to lure people.
As long as the other party has even the slightest curiosity about the future and the unknown, Carlos is confident that he can lead them astray with his silver tongue.

Especially those like Kasgar who believed in hope and that the human empire could still be saved.

Carlos had already prepared those malicious answers.

Each of his answers contained nine possible interpretations, each with nine possible variations, and each variation contained nine metaphors.

"quack!"

As if mocking humanity's incompetence and stupidity, Carlos shouted again.

Unlike other ever-changing demon lords, the Weaver of Fate Carlos has two heads, in other words, bird heads.

One head can see hidden things that happened in the past, while the other head can see an infinite future.

Carlos possesses unparalleled power compared to other shape-shifting demon lords, but he also has a weakness—

It cannot see the present.

In his omens of the future, he saw Casca fall for his trick and was asking him questions.

This already foreshadows the inevitable outcome—as long as one is interested in Carlos's knowledge, there are 99999 ways to seduce Carlos into corruption.

In the Warhammer world, knowledge is a curse.

The worst-case scenario is that he might act like a brute like Khorne, howling and swinging his power sword at its head—that would be disastrous.

"Can you really tell me the answers to everything?"

Kasga, dazed and confused after being struck in the soul by Carlos, asked the question.

“That’s right. Yes, I can provide whatever you want to know,” one of its heads said in a sweet, low voice.

"All the answers! Everything you want to know!"

Another head screamed and shouted at the same time.

Tell me what's in your heart.

"What exactly are they yearning for?"

"You can really answer my questions? And you won't lie at all?!"

Casca was still hesitating.

This made the Weaver of Fate somewhat impatient: Just ask!

Is there anything that Tzeentch doesn't know?

Can you ask this more openly?
What kind of behavior is this, all so hesitant and timid?

You can sense Casca's curiosity on one hand, and his hesitation on the other; this back-and-forth tug-of-war is truly frustrating.

Is there anything I, Carlos, cannot say?
what?
"That's right. Trust us, we never lie."

"Feel free to ask questions; we will answer everything we know to the best of our ability!"

The Myriad Transformations Demon Lord does not lie; they only make certain corrections to the truth.

"it is good."

Casca's soul seemed to have made up its mind.

"Did the treacherous one really have nine children with the Dragon Emperor?"

The bird's head to Carlos's left: "."

The bird's head to Carlos's right: "."

The two bird heads stared at each other in bewilderment.

What is the Dragon Emperor?

What does it mean to have nine children?

Casca's question was as absurd and illogical as asking him if he wanted to mix No. 42 concrete into his pasta.

But it was at this crucial moment that he asked the question.

I don't know, it's the bird's head on the left. Why don't you go take a look?
The Weaver of Fate, Carlos, possesses the power to see through the entire past.

With the blessing of the Lord of All Changes, it can even see the answers to everything in the world.

Including parallel worlds.

"Huh! What is this?!"

A piece of malicious knowledge instantly flooded into the Weaver of Fate's two heads.

That's a story that happened in a parallel world.

An equally powerful and terrifying being, the Dragon Emperor!
He is pressuring the Lord of Change.

The Dragon Emperor insulted the Lord of Myriad Changes, strong alkali!

That's how powerful the Dragon Emperor is! Domineering! Bending! Strong!

"Oh my god, this is... this is part of the plan! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god~!"

Even the mighty Lord of All Changes trembles beneath the Dragon Emperor only after relinquishing all his power of change!

She even had nine children!
The Dragon Emperor is invincible!

It has always been the ever-changing Demon Lord who uses knowledge to curse mortals.

But today's Carlos is cursed by mortal knowledge!
what is this?
While I, the Weaver of Fate, Carlos, was unaware, Lord of Change, what were you doing?

"answer my question."

The information, like a death knell, overwhelmed Carlos, who was trying to process the incredibly explosive news.

Kasga remained unmoved: "Tell me the answer, just like you promised before."

Don't ask that—

"Answer me, just as we agreed before, you know the answer."

There's no need to ask about Casca.

After all, just by looking at the changes in the bird-headed expression of the Fate Weaver, one could already tell what the answer to the question was.

But he still had to ask.

Hey, I'm not after anything else, I just want to have fun.

The more you, the Weaver of Fate, stammer and hesitate, the more excited I, Casca, become.

"Answer my question."

"Did the Lord of All Changes/Tycoon/Moon Queen actually have children with the Dragon Emperor, and even nine in a row?"

"Yes, it is."

that

Now unable to offer any explanations for altering facts or drawing misleading conclusions, the confused Fate Weaver Carlos honestly answered Casca's question.

At this point, there's no point in Carlos deceiving anyone anymore.

They can even get information about the Lord of Change in parallel worlds, and even know information that Tzeentch himself doesn't want others to know!

High-dimensional narrative, kid!
Compared to Carlos, who was more omniscient and omnipotent, the Fate Weaver was as naive as a green recruit.

"What, you didn't know all this before? Or is it that even Tzeentch was hiding something from you?"

Casca continued speaking in front of it.

Although the Demon Lord of Myriad Changes is still the same Demon Lord of Myriad Changes, it seems that the roles of offense and defense have been reversed.

Now, the great demon Kasgar, who knows knowledge he shouldn't know, is using his forbidden knowledge to corrupt the mind of the pure psychic wizard, Carlos the Weaver of Fates.

Yes
The Weaver's mind is now in a state of chaos. Under Casca's influence, Carlos is constantly developing self-doubt.

But why would the Lord of All Changes do that kind of thing in a parallel world?
Could this also be part of His plan?
Isn't He the master of trickery and change? How could He be subdued by an alien creature?

And she willingly gave birth to nine children for him?

What... what exactly happened?
"Don't go, Carlos the Weaver of Fate."

Kasgar grew increasingly excited as he watched the Weaver of Fate become more and more evasive.

His eyes blazed with an endless thirst for knowledge.

This is it!

This is exactly what he wanted to see!

This really hit that big blue bird where it hurts!

"Tell me, Carlos the Weaver of Fate, why does Tzeentch want to cover up his history of selling hooks to the Dragon Emperor?"

"The form of the Lord of All Changes is constantly changing. So, when He, who reveres the number nine, gave birth to His child, what method did He use, and what path did He take?"

Didn't you say you would answer any question and answer everything you knew?
Then let me ask you.

Ah, then let me ask you.

Was the baby born viviparous or oviparous?

"If it is a viviparous birth, is the nine-month pregnancy because nine is a cunning and auspicious number?"

"Quack!!!"

As more and more information from parallel worlds entered Nakaros's mind, it let out a shrill scream.

To shut up!

Shut up, shut up!!!

Like a passive skill, as Casca asked Carlos all sorts of strange questions, because it knew all the information in the world, the information about whatever Casca asked would appear in the Weaver of Fate's mind the next moment.

And I could never forget it from then on.

The left bird head of the Weaver of Fate painfully closed its nine eyes as Casca continued to ask questions.

But it doesn't help.

A direct infusion of information is useless, even if you close all nine of its eyes.

Countless fragments and pieces of information still appeared in its brain.

No matter how I try to turn it off, I can't.

,,,,,,
In the Warhammer world, knowledge is a curse.

Now the curse of knowledge has returned to you, Carlos.

"Now, tell me the answer to all of this. Who exactly bore the Dragon Emperor's nine children?"

"What exactly happened? And what were the woman's true thoughts after the moon?"

"answer me!!!"

Carlos: "."

After being bombarded with questions by Casca, he slowly gave his answer.

"Yes, I was born to my mother."

Click.

Finally, after a brief pause of a few minutes—which felt like centuries to the Weaver of Fate—the time-delayed light from the Lord of Change grew increasingly weak under the golden light of the Centaur's spear.

The magic of the Lord of Change is about to disappear.

Or perhaps it was the Weaver of Fate who actively dissolved it.

In front of Kasgar, who was even more cunning than him, the Demon Lord of Change was humiliated as if the Dragon Emperor were humiliating Kasgar!
Why do you want to know this? What good will it do you to ask these questions?

Finally, Carlos asked, still unconvinced.

"There's no benefit to it, after all, Tzeentch is a god. Even an evil god wouldn't be swayed by such ridiculous rumors."

but--

"It's part of the plan."

Casca replied with a smile.

It was a smile that was extremely malicious.

The smile that made Carlos feel extremely uneasy.

At that moment, his head, which was looking towards the future, seemed to see the future itself.

That was the Lord of Changes' furious questioning and the lashing of countless spiritual powers as he was consumed by rage.

He was angry.

Weaver of Fate: "."

In Carlos's vision of the future, it could no longer see the future.

However, its two bird heads seem to be missing now.

It was that centaur spear that was about to pierce it.

"quack!"

In this final moment, seeing their future Carlos about to have his spear of light blasted away, a relieved smile appeared on both bird heads.

call out!
It was as if nothing had happened, as if only a brief moment had passed.

Beneath the dazzling golden spear, the presence of the Fate Weaver Carlos in this world was instantly erased.

Completely eliminating a great demon is still too difficult, especially one like Carlos, the Demon Lord of Change, whom Tzeentch values ​​most. With the intervention of the Demon Lord of Change himself, Carlos managed to escape with his life.

But after being hit by this super light spear, its rebirth process may have to wait a very, very long time.

However, Casca is still very much looking forward to it.

He also wanted to know how Tzeentch would deal with His most beloved Great Demon after he found out that his sleight of hand had been exposed.

I'm so excited just thinking about it!

"They're out! What just happened?!"

Magnus looked around blankly.

His psychic senses told him that something had just happened.

But the pony I must raise doesn't seem to have time to care about these things anymore.

—Because the centaur's next attack came straight at him.

"Ow—!"

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! Why are you hitting me?!"

"what!!"

"Are you ok?"

As the golden centaur spirit dissipated, Kasgar stepped forward and looked at Magnus, who was covered in wounds after being stepped on by the centaur spirit.

"There's something else I'd like to tell you."

".What?"

Magnus asked weakly.

"It's about the Centaur Spirit and the Imperial Two-Headed Eagle Spirit you just mentioned."

"In the prophesied future, we will focus on this matter on the planet Nicaea."

"Even the Emperor, who has been away from the Great Crusade for a long time, will be there. In front of Macardo, Waldor, and many Primarchs, Magnus, you will deliver your earth-shattering speech."

"Make some preparations."

"Casgar said."

"Really?"

Magnus was smiling happily.

"Of course it's true."

"Haha."

Kaska was also smiling happily.

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