Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 188 Slaanesh: Madam, please respect my profession

In the heart of the battlefield, amidst a cacophony of raging energy cannon fire and explosive bombs, Kasgar led the Phoenix Guards, surrounding Fugrim, as they advanced toward the towering mountain in the center of the atoll.

At the end of that wide valley made of pink coral, there stands a huge twin-towered temple that soars into the clouds.

Its edges are covered with hundreds of screaming, serrated tips, like the countless serrated spikes growing on coral.

Groups of stab-wielding warriors gathered at the entrance of the temple, ready for battle.

In the midst of the clash of guns and swords, brilliant colors burst forth and then rapidly dissipated, as if enchanting people, but then vanishing from everyone's sight after a brief appearance.

This is not normal.

This colorful and noisy scene, even under the radiance of the Centaur Ring, is still impressive, proving that the power of the dark god Slaanesh is never to be underestimated.

The temple seemed to be the center of a cacophony.

Its windows are like tear stains on fabric, patchy and uneven, yet they are also the loudest and noisiest source of sound and light.

As the fighting and battle intensified, accompanied by elegant, perfect swordsmanship and carnage, more pink musk permeated the air.

This level of infection was proving difficult for them to handle.

Especially since they were all heading towards the Temple of Slaanesh, their powerful influence was already evident on the outskirts; if one got close or even entered the temple, it would be even more contagious.
It's hard to imagine whether the Centaur Gold Ring could effectively protect them from this eerie presence.

"Maintain formation! Inform the stage behind us to increase the intensity of the performance, and inform all the Emperor's Sons that they must not remove their helmets and inhale this pink mist."

"I repeat, inform all the Emperor's sons that they must not remove their helmets and inhale this pink mist!"

The resistance they encountered this time was extremely strong.

Even though a flat area had been cleared near the landing point for armored troops to land, and the stage for the Centaur Gold Rings was ready, along with the performances of a total of thirty Centaur Gold Rings being staged in various other locations on the planet.

However, the temple's enhancement to the assassins shows no sign of weakening.

Judging from the strange lights and sounds that appeared out of nowhere in the sky, it seems that the influence of Slaanesh is beginning to break through the limitations of the Centaur's Golden Ring.

Despite the fierce fighting spirit of the warriors under the influence of the temple's light, their combat strength was several times greater than it had been on the previous atolls.

However, they were still forced to retreat step by step by the steady advance of the emperor's sons.

— Rather than stubbornness, it was more like an extreme excitement that made the assassins charge madly toward the Emperor's Sons' squads, regardless of pain and danger.

As if war were the greatest pleasure they could obtain, countless wide-eyed, expressionless, and piercing figures, wielding four energy swords, surged towards the Primarch.

Even with the most elite troops and the protection of the Phoenix Guard, the son of the emperor, many still managed to slip through the human wall and break through the defenses.

However, it seemed that Fugrim was actually pleased with this—with each swing of her burning blade, she cut down every assassin who dared to approach and provoke her. Her movements were so swift and agile that even the most nimble assassins could not survive a single move against her.

Golden blades slay anything that dares to enter the range of their halberds, and the banners of the Imperial Legion are proudly held aloft by the warriors at the very front, right where they have penetrated the heart of the enemy lines.

"Let's clear out these thorn-like figures at the entrance for now, and wait for the stage behind us to catch up!"

Kasgar stopped Fugrim, who was impatient and wanted to rush in.

"This is a critical juncture according to the prophecy; we must not act rashly!"

"Very well!" Fugrim turned around and raised his flaming sword high. "Sons of the Emperor, clear out the nearby thorny aliens!"

Despite the Nicaea ban, it seems that no one doubts Casca's prophetic abilities in the face of him.

If you're accurate enough to the point that no one can understand you, then the imperial truth-proclaiming Confucian scholars will naturally come to debate the scriptures for you.

The cleanup of the battlefield devastation took a long time.

And it seemed that, seeing that the princes were not taking the bait, the light and color that occasionally came from the magnificent windows of the temple seemed to become even more hazy.

This left Casca with a very despicable impression.

Come on~ Let's have some fun~
"We can't delay any longer. Although the influence of Slaanesh on the periphery isn't strong, it will still subtly affect the thoughts and ideas of the princes!"

Only a few can possess top-tier magic resistance and complete magic immunity like Kasgar.

With the assistance of numerous human imperial forces, the area around the landing point on the atoll has been largely cleared, and large facilities from the Mechanicus are now scattered throughout the landing site.

Large chunks of blasted coral were scattered all around, and dozens of snake-shaped Lar corpses lay sprawled haphazardly around them.

Their many arms were adorned with curved leaves, and blue flames crackled and shone brightly in the mist pouring from the broken temple.

"Beware of illusions that shouldn't appear at this time! If you feel anything amiss, quickly recite the mantra for the Centaur Ring in your mind, understand?"

In order to enter the temple, the Emperor's son now has a very narrow miniature stage instead of the large stage he had before, which will also cause some minor changes to the final tug-of-war between the two sides.

As the Metsch players pressed their Interles-style keys, the once dazzling light and mist dimmed, as if they had never existed.

The performance of the Centaur Ring did indeed, to some extent, curb the Slaanesh demon's sensory stimulation.

But how long this suppression can last is not something Kaska can decide.

The temple's spiraling spire soars high before you, and its wide, arched entrance resembles the entrance to an underwater cave. Although nothing has changed, it's like a luxurious treasure chest left after a great battle, irresistibly drawing every adventurer to open it and explore its secrets.

Then, what awaited them was being bitten by the mimic.

From within the temple came what sounded like a frenzied musical performance clashing with the centaur-shaped golden ring-wearing musician.

It was as if a million frenzied orchestras were simultaneously playing a million different tunes. A flashing, multicolored light pierced the darkness, and Julius believed that the discordant music originated from there.

The temptation from Slaanesh continues to intensify.

Want to retreat?
No.

We absolutely cannot let all our previous efforts go to waste.

"Everyone, gather around the stage, and don't look at those eerie lights and colors that tempt you!"

Kid, don't look at it!

Slaanesh's sensual pleasures are only temporary, but the brilliance of the centaur's gold ring is eternal!

"Forgrim, are you alright?" Kasgar asked with great concern. "If you sense anything amiss, lead your men out of here immediately. I'll handle the rest!"

"It's alright, don't worry, Casca."

Fugrim smiled and gave Kasgar a light kiss on the forehead.

"go ahead!"

She pointed her longsword, which was gleaming with intense flames, into the depths of the temple, which was still shimmering with an eerie light.

Bright lights illuminated the vast space of the temple, and people leaped from one wall to another, their clamor echoing amidst the deafening clang of centaur gold rings.

Dreamlike colors swirled and danced in the air, as if the light had somehow been captured by the damp, fragrant mist that filled the room.

After passing through several corridors painted with numerous strange murals and reliefs, Fugrim led the Imperial Princes into the very center of the temple.

The layout here is quite different.

Huge statues surrounded the temple; these statues may well be the piercing gods.

The colossal bull-headed stone sculptures had multiple arms and enormous horns on their heads. Countless spiked rings pierced their stone flesh, and each statue's chest was covered with layers of armor, with its left breast exposed.

This is--

Those unfamiliar with Warhammer might immediately assume that the name Slaanesh is associated with pornography upon hearing it!
Hehehe, there are beautiful and attractive succubi in the Slaanesh camp!

I have no choice but to join the gang now!

However, the original image of Slaanesh was not exactly unlike Slaanesh, but it was completely unrelated.

They were a group of bull-headed monsters.

(This is what Slaanesh, the Keeper of the Secrets, actually looks like?)
In other words, these things are—

"Cowboy!"

Kasga blurted out almost the instant he stepped into the room.

There are cows!

kill!

Minotaur, you must die!

As he rushed out, he saw that every centimeter of the temple walls was covered with bizarre reliefs, and even Casca didn't want to look closely at what they depicted.

Even though the thorn people were facing annihilation, there were still hundreds of thorn people writhing like maggots on the floor of the room in this temple.

This sight made Casca freeze, unable to move.

The serpentine bodies of the assassins were horribly intertwined, resembling some kind of bizarre sexual convention.

Ugh, vomit, vomit!
Casca felt a discomfort in his throat, as if he wanted to vomit something.

This is a physiological aversion, just as a pure-hearted warrior would never tolerate a minotaur appearing in front of him.

Kasgar will not let any beast who dares to lure Fugrim into treachery get away with it!

Fugrim has defected?!
Absolutely impossible!
If she votes for the wrong person, then I won't be number one in her heart anymore, right?

Thinking of this, the power sword in Casca's hand crackled as it disintegrated the force field, as if encouraging its old buddy to hurry up and drink the blood of these minotaur followers!

Do you really think you can lure Fugrim into your decadent and perverted life with these dirty and ugly tricks?
Don't even think about it!
"kill!"

Before the people behind could catch up with Casca, who was charging at the front, he began to slaughter the assassins in the arena.

You filthy creatures, you damned beasts, just die!

Fugrim is mine!

The killings had been going on for some time.

As the sound system of the centaur gold ring propaganda vehicle behind him filled the air around the blood-soaked Casca, his anger and fear subsided considerably.

Even as the slippery, thorny corpse fell, it remained surrounded by a patterned, black, round stone. Embedded within that stone was a slightly tall sword, its blade gently curved.

Its handle is long and silver.

Its surface pattern resembles snake scales, and the hilt is inlaid with glittering purple stones that reflect a dazzling light.

In the past, a legend often circulated among Space Marines.

Only the one who pulls the sword from the stone can become king—no, according to the current narrative of the human empire, only the one who pulls the sword from the stone can become the Imperial War General.

However, some argue that this is completely unrealistic, and that the legend of pulling the sword from the stone does indeed exist, according to archaeological research by the Mechanicus.

But instead of becoming a king, she will undergo a sexual transformation into a woman.

Moreover, there seems to be a legend that the sword broke when it was pulled out of the stone, but the demon that had resided in the sword for five hundred years would still appear as a young woman with green hair to assist the person who pulled out the sword in fighting against evil.

It may sound strange, but that's how it's described in the archaeological accounts of that Mechanicus sage.

—It seems that Fugrim fits all three criteria.

Does this mean that she is a born imperial war commander who needs to pull out the sword in the stone?

As for Kasgar's warning before entering the temple
It seemed that my perception was clouded by a strange, hazy mist.

Even though Vogrim had kept Kasgar's warning in mind beforehand, under the endless power of the Thirsty Lady, Vogrim's pace did not slow down despite Kasgar's dissuasion.

In her mind, it seemed that she was the one who should draw the sword.

To prove that she is the true Imperial Warmaster, and to prove that she can protect Casgar from harm by anyone with her own strength.

"Come back, Fugrim!"

"Don't touch that sword!!!"

Kasgar was shocked to see that Fugrim, who had walked out from behind him, had only a confused longing in his eyes.

do not!
Please do not!

He tried to step forward to stop them, but just then the fog stung his eyes like condensed steel needles, and as the noise and light continued to assault his senses, he could feel a strong headache beginning.

Ah!
Unlike Magnus, a fool, Fugrim was intelligent.

She won't randomly pick up dirty things from the ground.

But if the evil god really does tear off the mask and forcibly indoctrinates, who can stop him?
Can an ordinary person do that?
Of course not. Even the loyal and elite Phoenix Guard squad of the Imperial Prince Legion could only stand still when faced with it, losing the ability to protect the Primarch.

No one can do that.

But I am not human.

Bear! In that instant, golden-red flames suddenly shot out from Casca's right arm. Although he couldn't refine the strange pink mist as usual, at least Casca finally gained a chance to move freely.

Despite the power of Slaanesh, his flames were completely suppressed to the surface of his skin, forming a thin film of flame light.

This is already the limit for Casca.

Not to mention that the flames could dispel Fugrim's control, even Kasgar himself is now finding it difficult to resist this mental erosion.

It's wishful thinking to think that he could fight against the suppression of an evil force in the subspace all by himself.

It's now!

It was no longer possible to stop Fugrim; the Primarch's physical abilities made it impossible for him to move the ground with his elbow.

Over the course of two hundred years, Casca has suffered countless losses because of this.

but!
The man Kaska couldn't stop him, but this sword could!
While Fugrim was still wandering aimlessly toward the sword in the stone, Kasgar, surrounded by endless psionic flames, lunged forward with difficulty—

It's now!

Just as Navrium reached out to grasp the dagger, another pair seemed to be a step ahead, snatching the sword away—

Click!

Broken into pieces?

"Huh?"

Kasgar blinked several times, somewhat unable to believe what he was seeing.

Is this a stabbing sword?
But how come it broke so easily?
And what about the legendary evil Slaanesh demon that resides in the sword?

Bear!
Before Kasgar could even think things through, a golden light seemed to illuminate the entire temple from behind him.

After a long period of signal loss, the centaurs that Nacas had been eagerly awaiting finally arrived. As if possessing a burning effect, under the pure golden light, the thorny corpses lying haphazardly on the ground seemed to be emitting a crackling sound as if they were being roasted.

【Hello】

"Casgar?"

"Forgrim called out as if waking from a dream."

What just happened to me? I feel...

"It's alright, Fugrim. Don't be afraid, I'm still here."

Kasgar tossed the shattered, piercing sword aside as if it were trash. Despite the inconvenience of wearing heavy armor, he still did his best to step forward and embrace the other person.

【Hello】

"Did I just...?"

"It's alright, don't blame yourself. As the Imperial War Commander, you've done more than enough."

The last Imperial Warmaster who entered the temple was about to set the galaxy ablaze in six days, but the Fugrim Warmaster was able to recover after being bathed in the Centaur's golden light, which is quite remarkable.

Kaska gently comforted her.

【Hello!!!】

Are you deaf?!

"Who? Who's talking?!"

Casca looked around in confusion.

Also, I am not Aidoron, you have the wrong person.

It is I, I am the darkness in your heart—

"Holy crap! Slaanesh is still here!"

Kasgar cried out, releasing Fugrim from his embrace and looking at the centaurs soaring through the air around the stage in the distance.

【! 】

How did you know me?

Ignoring what the demon was yelling about, Kasgar stepped forward and looked at the golden centaur in the air.

It appears that the latter is about to leave after clearing away the corruption from the area.

Wait, don't go!
Casca was getting a little anxious.

That demon is still alive!

The golden centaur spirits indeed cleansed the Slaanesh influence from this place, sparing the Emperor's son from the fate of falling into chaos in the future.

But it seems that the curse of that sword will allow that unknown Slaanesh demon to burrow into the mind of a suitable person the moment he comes into contact with him.

Like now!

The Slaanesh demon didn't die; it just became Kaska's host!

However, the centaur spirit seemed unaware of this. As the golden light gradually faded, it too became increasingly ethereal with each flight and tread, eventually dissipating completely.

"Centaur! Centaur! Don't go!"

No matter how much Casca called out, it was no use.

The destruction of Lalan was carried out under the leadership of Kasga.

Although no one quite understood why such a beautiful planet, which had cost so many warriors their lives, had to be blown up into a death star, Casgar persisted in doing so.

After the atoll was completely conquered and the strange energy emanating from the planet that could alter coordinates completely disappeared, countless warheads instantly plunged the world into an absolute inferno.

The extermination of the assassins has ended.

Despite not gaining anything of value, the Casgar commander said that their objective in this battle was to destroy the Assassins.

I really don't know what exactly happened in his prophecy, but I believe it's not necessarily a bad thing.

With all of this over, the Emperor's Son prepares for the next battle.

The Star Speaker received word from Phyllis Manus that her Iron Hand was about to embark on a new expedition.

The Primarch appears to be requesting the Imperial Prince's assistance in dealing with a troublesome enemy.

As the flagship entered subspace to warp toward the enemy's location, she began directing a large-scale advance toward the two smaller factions.

Fighting against humanity's enemies will be yet another excellent opportunity to demonstrate the honor of the Son of the Emperor and the perfect principles upon which he relies.

After destroying Lalan, the Imperial Sons fleet will rendezvous with the Primarch Sisters on Carolis and assist the Fifty-Second Expedition in continuing the fight.

But that's a story for another time.

The moment when the Emperor's Son meticulously completed the post-battle personnel count, tactical arrangements, and replenishment of personnel due to casualties.

Kasgar was locked in his office, looking at the strange, demonic sword in front of him with a troubled expression.

A sword that pierces.

After breaking it in half, Kasgar attempted to secretly burn it to death with his psionic flames.

But it was no use—this sword, capable of corrupting a Primarch and slaying another Primarch, was far more bizarre and powerful than Casca could have imagined.

(But how did it end up in the hands of the disgraceful Lucius?)
After trying and failing at various means of destruction, Kasgar finally chose to throw the dagger into the sea of ​​Lalan, and then use the Extinction Order to evaporate all the seawater in the world.

Get it done and call it a day.

That's what Casca wanted to say.

But as soon as he turned his head, the sword that was gleaming with an eerie light reappeared on his desk.

This is very uncomfortable.

[Casca, I am you—]

Tsk.

That blind Slaanesh demon was once again making impossible attempts in his mind.

Kasgar had previously tried to burn the thing with psionic flames, but it didn't seem to work.

If Fugrim weren't so stupid, who could you possibly fool with your level of skill?
[Shut up, devil!]

Speak your mind quickly, or shut up. Don't keep making me sick every day.

Did you hear that?

Of course they heard it, but how could the devil let it go so easily?

Perhaps this guy named Kasgar can protect his mind from being read by it, but what about Fugrim?
This Purple Phoenix will not have the same ability to resist.

It looked at Fugrim, who was also in the room, and thought to itself.

"Is this the cursed sword you mentioned?"

Fugrim stepped forward and fiddled with the stabbing sword for a while.

The opportunity is here.

No, actually he coveted this sword. His greed was trying to keep you away from it so he could possess it himself.

His so-called demonic rhetoric is nothing but a lie and cannot be trusted.

As if in disguise, exactly as Fugrim thought, the demon began its whispers.

"what!"

"Casgar, so your purpose was this sword!"

Fugrim looked at Kasgar in surprise.

That's right!

The demon was overjoyed at the sight.

I can't believe this woman is so naive; she was easily fooled—

"If you want—"

Then
Then let's give it to him.

Fugrim chuckled and handed the dagger to Kasgar.

【.】

【? 】

What I mean is, he was clearly only thinking of himself, and this kind of egregious behavior deserves a much harsher punishment!

"Yes!"

Fugrim continued to think as if waking from a dream.

How could we just let that wicked Casca get away like that?
"Wait, Casca."

"You mean there's actually a demon sealed inside this sword?"

"Yes."

Kasgar took it with some confusion, not quite understanding why Fugrim's expression changed so quickly.

"you are lying!"

She confidently pointed at the other person, who had an innocent-looking face: "I don't believe you unless you let me have a medical checkup!"

"Let me see if there's a demon residing within you!"

With a predator's grin, Fugrim lunged at Kasgar with a wicked smile.
"Hey, wait!"

"Not now, no!"

Don't?
Fugrim didn't care about any of that.

As long as we can find an excuse to "teach Casca a lesson," that's enough.

Umm Umm Umm Umm Umm
Can you stop for a moment?

[Please pause for a moment, everyone.]

【Hey! Stop!!!】

Stop kissing me!!!

Listen to me, let me finish speaking!

No one paid any attention to it.

From the beginning until now, it's just those two people doing this and that.

They didn't care at all about its existence as a demon.

This made it feel extremely disrespected.

Madam, please respect my profession.

Especially considering that it is a Slaanesh demon, it seems that in some ways the Forgrim is even more ferocious than the Slaanesh.

This made it difficult for it to accept.

Anxious.

Even after being sealed within the sword for countless years, none of them had ever been as unbearable as this moment.

After all, there is no concept of time in the subspace, but there is in the real world.

"Are you ready? If you are, then listen to me. Actually, the treacherous Casca—"

"Hmph, as expected, a treacherous Casca!"

"They hid the demon so well that even my Imperial War Marshal Fugrim couldn't find it!"

"Um!"

Casca tried to explain.

"It seems he needs more instruction!"

Seemingly still wanting more, Fugrim licked her lips and then went to meet him again.

demon:【.】

【Hello! 】

[Wait a minute, let me finish!]

How did they end up entangled again while they were talking?!
癫婆
That damn crazy woman.
Slaanesh was enraged.

You like to show off, huh!

Once I bring my master Sally here, I'll see if she doesn't send you two scoundrels to heaven!
Great thirsty lady, I—

Slaanesh is trying to call his boss.

But the pink mist it exudes is no longer the alluring and decadent aura it usually carries.

But -

【Gold? ! 】

Why am I emitting golden light?!

That demon, oh, no, that's not right.

The living saint cried out in terror.

(End of this chapter)