Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 202 The Khorne Laughing Tale: The Back-Prickling

Chapter 202 The Khorne Laughing Tale: The Back-Prickling
Endurance.

"Typhon! You damned traitor!"

"What have you done to the Primarch? What have you done to us?"

After Mortalian was elbowed away on the spot for being both smelly and tough, the remaining loyal Space Marines still in the Legion were destined to be eliminated one by one by Typhon, the chosen warrior of Nurgle.

He had actually been preparing for this plan for a long time.

Given Mortalian's absolute trust in him, Typhon, the company commander who had already gradually developed a Nurgle faith on his home planet Barbarus, had already united most of the Death Guards who were dissatisfied with Mortalian and the Emperor through warrior societies that had spread throughout the Legion.

His attack came swiftly and suddenly, especially since they were currently in Nurgle's warp. Many Space Marines were implanted with the excruciating Nurgle poison before they could even react.

To recruit these Space Marines, even under the influence of the warp, these toxins would not kill them, but would torment their minds and bodies forever until the pain of despair covered every corner of their bodies.

Out of pleas to end their suffering, countless Deathguard Space Marines were unwittingly blessed by Nurgle, their cognition and mind warped under his power, and they were transformed into Chaos Space Marines without even knowing what Chaos was.

Of course, there are also stubborn guys among the Death Guards.

"As expected! I should have killed you long ago, you damned wizard, you filthy bastard!"

"You, cough cough, you are not worthy of being a Death Guard."

As he spoke, yellowish-green pus spurted from the wounds on the infected loyalist.

This only made him more terrified.

He was just an ordinary Death Guardian, not a powerful bodyguard like the Death Shroud.

In the previous silent charge, the latter silently charged towards the sorcerer in order to protect the Primarch, or rather, to avenge the Primarch.

Some of them, with their superior strength and combat skills, managed to cut the traitor in two.

But it seemed as if something was secretly helping him. Even though his physical body was shattered and disappeared, he was able to reconstruct his body while laughing wildly, and stand in front of them again as if nothing had happened!

Even with the power of the death shroud, it still couldn't harm him in the slightest.

Ultimately, under the increasingly intense and unbearable toxins, the Primarch's Royal Guard could only silently explode, their flesh and blood, already corroded from the inside, nourishing the ship that was gradually becoming a living entity.

Or perhaps the outer armor, along with his body, will gradually decay and deteriorate in silence until he finally loses his mobility and collapses to the ground.

Even so, the shroud remained silent, refusing to utter a single word.

Even the Death Guards, who refused to surrender, felt despair at the sacrifice of these tenacious individuals.

Are these traitors really impossible to kill?
Although he tried to cut off these filthy things with the blade of his sword, they seemed to be able to completely attach themselves to a person's soul, and no amount of disinfection could help.

Even his terracotta armor was covered in countless tiny blisters under the influence of this strange virus, making it look particularly terrifying.

“Brother, I have never betrayed you.” A strange, low humming vibration came from beneath Typhon’s armor. “I merely removed the weak and unfit from the Legion and pleaded with a greater and more merciful being for His blessing.”

"Do not resist. This power will give you endless life and strength. In the future, we will all be as close as family."

Under the unbearable erosion of the virus and pustules, and tormented by endless time,
Even the most resolute and unwavering guardians of death could not endure such near-infinite torment.

With Typhons gaining control of the entire flagship, most of the Death Guards on board, whether willingly or unwillingly, chose to join the Father's embrace.

As for those who insisted on a tragic death, Typhon did not tolerate them.

Too lazy to engage in further communication with those blindly loyal fools, and out of consideration for our past as comrades-in-arms, I casually turned the still-persistent loyalist Death Guards into a puddle of pus with a wave of my hand, ending the battle, but in another sense, continuing their eternal torment.

With their souls falling into the hands of the God of Chaos, their future was already hopeless.

How many more have slipped through the net?

Typhons turned to the others and asked.

The flagship has now almost transformed into a Nurgle behemoth, and since it had previously executed all the navigators, it had been dragged into the Nurgle space. No matter how many means the other ships had, they would not be able to escape.

Now, all that's left is for him to spread the Father's blessings one by one.

"Under the power of the Father, most of the fighting brethren on the Endurance chose to submit to Him and accept His blessings, but—"

"But what?"

"But just now there was another ship that seemed to be out of our control, heading away from us!"

Do you want to run away?
Interesting, trying to escape the space of Nurgle, the god of corruption, without a navigator.
That's really interesting.

"What kind of ship is it, and who is the officer in charge of it?"

"The Eisenstein, commanded by the combat company commander, Seventh Company Commander Nathaniel Garo."

Stupid!
The power sword, flashing with blue light, disintegrated the force field, annihilating the putrid, foul-smelling creature. Garo didn't want to call that guy his fighting brother, even though not long ago, he really was a seemingly normal Death Guardian warrior.

But the situation changed shortly after the entire navigation crew of the Eisenstein was summoned to the flagship for questioning.

The Death Guard and his warriors suddenly attacked the ship's main control room, spouting nonsensical phrases like "Father" and "Nurgle," and tried to break in and take control of the ship.

Galo naturally stepped forward to stop their madness.

But in the next instant, those people's bodies suddenly swelled up like balloons, and then strange phenomena continued to occur—their abdominal armor shattered like the gaping maws of living creatures, spewing out foul and toxic gases and liquids that corroded the old ship and the screaming, fleeing mortal crew.

"What exactly is going on!"

"Lord Mortalian! Can you hear me?"

"Yes, Gara."

Fortunately, at the very moment this unbelievable thing happened, Gara was able to make contact with Primarch Mortalian.

Although the other party's response was somewhat weak and uneasy, it ultimately reassured the combat company commander.

“Typhon betrayed us; his witchcraft rituals killed all our navigators and corrupted our ships and warriors.”

"What should we do, sir? How can we help you?"

Faced with those bizarre, plague-ridden fat pigs, Gara panicked and slashed at the group of creatures in front of him with his power sword.

But the results were not good.

Although these guys' rotting flesh looked like foul-smelling rotten meat, their healing speed and vitality were simply unimaginable to Gara.

The injury that nearly severed his entire body in half was miraculously healed in just a few breaths.
A monster that rots but doesn't die.

Galo sighed inwardly.

“There’s no way.” After a moment of silence, or perhaps after fighting like him for a while, Motalian’s sigh came through Garo’s communication system. “Nathaniel, figure out a way to break through yourself.”

"I'll handle this—"

With a loud whooshing sound, the communication system was interrupted.

"Damn it!"

In his rage, Nathaniel Garo gripped his power sword tightly.

"Quickly! Diviner, go locate the Primarch! I'll handle this!"

Despite saying this, Gara still felt uneasy looking at the grinning plague monsters.

How is he supposed to kill these guys who can almost regenerate at any time?
"Give up, Company Commander."

"The Death Guard is about to return to the embrace of its father. Join us and let the entire galaxy be revitalized because of us!"

The traitors' persuasion to surrender and their footsteps drew closer to him.

"Get out! Traitors! I will never forgive you!"

"traitor?"

"When Mortalian forced every member of our legion to eat that wretched food made by Aqua, I felt he had betrayed us!"

"Only with my loving father's blessing was I finally able to forget the taste that brought despair to all living beings!"

Galo: "."

He fell silent for a moment.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

"Yes."

"Although... although the Primarch's actions were indeed inappropriate, for the sake of the great Emperor, for the sake of humanity, I will never associate with such filthy and despicable beings as you!"

"For the Emperor!!!"

—While Mortalian may be mediocre, there is still the Emperor for him to follow!
Fortunately, Mortalian had already been pulled out of the hatch beforehand, otherwise he would have fainted from anger upon hearing those words.

"Hahaha, the lackeys of the false emperor are really interesting."

Seeing that Jialuo was still spouting nonsense about emperors, the fat brothers who were holding out to the death all burst out laughing.

This is the realm of filth.

Within this subspace, no matter how stubborn these foolish resistances may be, they will ultimately be left with only despair before His supreme power.

Not only Space Marines, but also mortal crew members, officers, and servants, even the Deathguard flagship gradually came to life under the influence of the warp—the might of Nurgle blessed the steel ship that was originally just an inorganic object.

Looking out of the Eisenstein's porthole, the massive Endurance was indeed covered with strange, green spots on its hull, and its movements made it seem almost alive—truly sending chills down one's spine.

As for now, how can he escape?
Without a navigator, where can the Eisenstein escape the mysteries of subspace?

There is no way to heaven and no way to earth.

Is this the end of Gara's fate?
【Galo, I have something I want to tell you】

[What is it, a prophecy? Seriously, brother, you've spread your prophecies across the legions far enough, Kasgar. The frequency is so high it's hard to believe they're all true.]

Perhaps, but you must listen carefully to what I'm about to say—Typhon. You need to be very wary of this man.

"Him? This guy is indeed a bit eccentric, but since you're saying this, is there some clue? Or perhaps—"

I don't have concrete evidence, but the prophecy seems to link him to betrayal. You must pay close attention to his actions, especially when he tries to control all the navigators on the ship—it's very possible that he will use this step to trap you all in the warp.

[Attention, be careful! If something like this happens, prepare to go to a ship called the "Eisenstein," which might be able to take you away.]

【.good】

"What, combat company commander? Do you really think you have some tricks up your sleeve to escape from the power of the Father?"

The two mouths of the traitorous Death Guard were mocking his blind loyalty and ungratefulness.

"I"

After a moment of silence, Nathaniel Garo suddenly looked up!
Now that things have come to this, we can only believe that crazy woman's nonsense!
"Qile, what are you waiting for?!"

Show me your strength!

As Gara roared in a near-desperate manner, a blonde woman stood up behind him.

"understand!"

He was a somewhat eccentric chronicler who claimed to have witnessed Prospero's miracles and insisted that "the Emperor was a centaur."

Euphrates Qile.

She radiated a strong golden light.

Within another realm of the Four Gods lies the domain of Kabanha, Kasca, and half of Sangilius.

Perhaps as a tribute to the classics, this angel, like countless others in the past, is steadfast and does not succumb to the temptations of the four gods.

—But she got stuck in the hole in the wall again.

Ugh.

Is this the fate that Saint Gilles can never escape?

Even though he possessed almost the strongest power within the Primarch, he always seemed to get stuck in this warp wall hole.
When faced with temptation and threats, Saint Gilles resolutely fought back.

Despite the devil's temptations, the steadfast Saint Gilles remained completely unmoved and even located the devil within this demonic realm.

She gathered her strength, folded her wings, accelerated her dive, and raised the crimson blade in her other hand to slash at her opponent.

The sword was so fast that the demon could only deflect it with his shoulder and, in turn, thrust his staff into Saint Gilles' chest. It pierced his armor and penetrated her flesh.

Just before the pain and psionic flames completely overwhelmed her, Saint Gilles plunged his spear into the abomination's central eye.

At that very moment, energy erupted around them as if space itself were collapsing.

When he became able to feel his own body, Saint Gilles found himself in a new space where reality was being created and destroyed, and the future was being born and dying.

At that very moment, Saint Gilles felt a deep, dark rage emanating from the future.

This is her darkness, and the darkness of every Holy Blood Angel. Although it has not yet truly arrived, it has already made her feel a fear that runs deep in her bones.

It belongs to the future, yet it was sown in the past. It is not yet mature, but it is powerful enough, dangerous enough.

Saint Gilles saw the future she had already foreseen once again.

The giant hammer smashed her flat again.

I've been looked down upon again.jpg
This time, she witnessed her own death from a third party's perspective, and also saw the despairing consequences that accompanied this blow.

When she saw herself die, she witnessed the birth of darkness.

It was a furious howl, summoned by betrayal, growing ever more intense with the fanaticism of her offspring; forged from a flaw in her blood that had been temporarily removed by Casca, but which remained a persistent threat.

That was an ultimate, dark rage.

Its birth scream will resound for thousands of years, until the last Holy Blood Angel falls, her moment of death will be frozen in eternity, so that each of her offspring will hear it.

It can never be erased. These are the last words of her soul.

It was her resentment, her rage, and her hatred for the betrayer.

It will live forever in the blood of the Legion, cursing everyone who cannot avenge her.

It has its own name.

Black Fury

No.
Do not!
This shouldn't happen! I can't let it happen!

Even though they had faced their own death countless times without fear, when the Blood Angels placed the scales of gain and loss on the table, all their previous choices seemed so pale and powerless at that moment.

"This will be your choice!" the demon cried out. "Your future!"

"The choice remains! Surrender, then ascend! Fall into power, fall into glory!"

But at that very moment, golden-red flames quietly arrived.

Reality and unreality both collapsed in the flames.

The psionic vortex dissipated within it.

The demon and the angel separated amidst the tremors, and at that very moment, Saint Gilles fell to the edge of the portal, becoming stuck on the unstable portal.

"Saint-Gilles?!"

She heard a familiar voice that shouldn't be there.

From her sister's husband, Casgar, the chief commander of the Emperor's Son.

Although she couldn't see the other person at all, her attempts to struggle through the unstable portal were fruitless, and she could only flail her legs.

It was extremely awkward.

"Wait, I'm coming to help—"

and many more!

help.?
Wait a minute, how are you going to help?!

After experiencing intense emotional turmoil and battling demons, and realizing the terrifying calamity that their death would bring to the Holy Blood Angels, the angels now felt extremely conflicted.

Not to mention having to face the situation of "Step-up, I am Stark" at this time.

Although the crisis has been averted, it has not been completely resolved.

But seemingly unusual situations continue to emerge.

Right now, the demon Kabanha, who has been tracking her since Nukelia, doesn't seem to have let her go either.

Now, the situation is once again in a critical state.

"Hehe. Kid, you go to the side first, I don't have time to deal with you right now."

Cabanha, who had always been obsessed with Saint Gilles' legs, smiled and approached the two of them.

"Wait?" Kasgar blinked for a moment. "You...aren't you the Khorne Demon?"

Why are you thinking about fighting (Slaanesh) instead of fighting (Khorne) at this moment?

Won't you get your skull deducted from your KPIs for doing this?
"That's right. But this space exists on the boundary between reality and unreality, so even the great dark gods cannot foresee everything that is about to happen!"

Kaban laughed confidently.

"No one could have observed it to this day?"

Kasga remained silent, then suddenly a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"and many more!"

"Kaban, let's not attack yet! I have something to say!"

"Your stalling tactics are too clumsy, kid."

"No, no! I mean it can help you truly possess Saint Gillespie—"

"Think about it, if she really becomes one of the Four Gods in the future, her identity will be used to complete the duel as a candidate for the Dark King. The winner will ascend to godhood while the other will be sacrificed, and from then on, she will have nothing to do with you anymore."

"Or he could join the ranks of the Bronze Lord, and as His most admired champion, he would only have endless slaughter waiting for him in the future, and he would have no further entanglement with you, a bloodthirsty maniac."

"Or you may die as prophesied, and from then on you will never be able to have her again!"

"In short, if you continue to be so stubborn, you will only drift further and further away from Saint Gillespie!"

Although you may be able to meet Khorne's KPI requirements, the angels will have nothing to do with you from now on!

"Then what do you think I should do?"

Kabanha spoke after a moment of silence.

Actually, Kaska has a point. As the darlings of the five gods, the angels would never look favorably upon Kabanha.

Even if he likes the other person a lot, there's nothing he can do.

So what could he do?

“It’s simple, I have a plan—our angels like courageous and bold guys.”

"Go and give that guy on the brass throne another stab. Maybe you can actually pull off the most courageous and intelligent murder ever!"

What kind of skill is it to kill someone?

I even killed Khorne!

That's what you call audacious! That's what you call a Khorne bloodthirsty maniac!

"After replacing him, you will become the new God of Blood, and from then on you will have the chosen champion Angel, making her yours—Awooo!"

Just as Casca was speaking, he was kicked hard by Sangilius, who was stuck in the portal.

"You kid, are you kidding me?"

Kabanha was speechless at Kasga's suggestion.

After all, he, Kabanha, wasn't a fool.

Just because Skabrand isn't very bright doesn't mean all Khorne demons are.

Kabanha doesn't want to be thrown out like trash by the God of Blood!

“No, no, no, Kabanha, you and all the bloodthirsty monsters have misunderstood him.” Somehow, Nakasgar spoke as if he had witnessed the events firsthand. “He doesn’t object to challenging him, but only to the foolishness of Skabrand’s challenge!”

"How could they launch a sneak attack when he was at full power? How could a Khorne demon be so tactically inept? — That's the real reason for His anger!"

Casca spoke with absolute certainty.

Kabanha's hesitation was deafening.

"Perfect timing! The God of Blood will definitely be extremely weak during this period due to his plotting a great rebellion, and his power will be concentrated in other areas."

"Be fully prepared and strike instantly!"

"Tsk, isn't this new position of God of Blood yours, Lord Kabanha?!"

"With the status of the Blood God, wouldn't Saint Gilles be—"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Saint Gilles: "."

She remained silent throughout.

"Good, good for you, you little rascal!"

Kabanha let out several hoarse laughs.

"I accept your words, but..."

"Let me enjoy myself first—"

But it was too late.

click!
With a few crisp sounds, the angel stabilized the portal thanks to Casca's delay, and stood up again, flapping its wings.