Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 210 Breaking out of the cocoon
Holy Terra before the Great Rebellion began.

Imperial Chancellor Makado's lips twitched as he looked at the report handed to him by his subordinate.

"So, my lord, you really let him in? Based on the data from our laboratory in Holy Terra, he may not be as simple as we thought."

Standing outside Terra Palace, Makado gazed at the distant mountains and spoke with a hint of hesitation.

This kid was planted in the Astartes Legion by the Emperor; he's practically a demon child!
They collude with alien fleets, spread imperial beliefs, disseminate bizarre prophecies, and disregard the "Imperial Truth"!

Each charge would have been enough to sentence the Space Marine to death, but these issues pale in comparison to the countless crimes committed by Casca.

Most importantly, while spreading the imperial faith, this guy was also putting things like centaur gold rings in the legion, spreading incomprehensible language everywhere.

These guys' worship of the Emperor's Cult is getting increasingly sinister; they might even be involved in something in the warp.
what?
—They actually managed to get him to come out!
Makado could not imagine what he must have felt when he saw a strange golden centaur suddenly appear in this turbulent world of warp clouds.

"What do you think? What do you think of our new number twenty-one?"

"That's just like you."

Makado's assessment was spot on.
The Emperor, who was also "Old Friend," couldn't help but laugh at his statement. "I would love to refute that, but it seems you are right, Old Friend."

"So what should we do with him now? I sensed an aura on him that was completely different from that of a human. It was the power of Asuyan, the god worshipped by the Spirit Race aliens."

Makado's expression turned serious—it was impossible for such a dominant alien, capable of ruling the entire galaxy, to be wary of the other party's gods.

Despite the birth of Slaanesh and the fall of Asuyan, almost all Eldar worlds were devoured by the Eye of Fear, with only a small portion of Eldar managing to survive under the lingering power of the evil god.

But if Kasgar is indeed the reincarnation of Asuyan, given time, when he grows to a certain stage, even the Emperor would probably find it difficult to suppress him.

Makado believed that the emperor would not do something like raising a tiger that would cause trouble.

But the current situation is something he doesn't quite understand.

"Old friend, do you think he is Asuyan?"

After a pause, the Emperor said, "No, Asuyan has long since perished in this world. The moment that evil being from the subspace was born, everything about him was devoured and transformed by that damned thing, becoming part of the ecstatic perception."

Despite his reluctance to admit it, the Emperor still had to confront the death of this giant who had guarded the Warp seal for countless years.

His life, everything he had, came to an end at that moment, and could never be restored.

As the emperor's words drifted into the distance, the snow-covered mountains stretched endlessly on the horizon, a vast expanse of azure blue.

"But the flames will not go out."

"His flame can always find a new spot to reignite, to be rekindled in this world."

"And this time, the flames chose a human, namely him, Casgar Sherlock."

"Despite possessing power akin to that of a Spirit God, he was, from beginning to end, a human being, a human being through and through."

"And he will once again throw himself into battle against the chaos that is about to engulf the world."

"However, I did not sense from him that he possessed the power to fight against chaos."

Aside from the fact that he could create things at will in the warp, Makado really couldn't see anything that made this guy stand out from the crowd.

That's because he doesn't have that heart yet.

The emperor turned his head and gently pointed to the other person's heart.

"Power can be easily promised, and benefits will be used as a bargaining chip."

"Only unwavering and consistent will is the key to truly unlocking the essence of the heart."

"Cough cough."

Even under Phyllis's iron fist, Fugrim, the Imperial Warmaster, would still be no match for her.

Even though she had thought of Kasga countless times in her heart, wanting to gather the power that killed the Ulanor orc warlord and defeat him in the final battle in Istvan.

But things didn't go as she wished.

"Sister, you should realize how much of your position as War Commander is actually inflated."

As she spoke, she strode quickly toward Vorgrim, who was lying on the scorched earth, struggling to get up.

As the most rational judgment, there is no rush to deliver a fatal blow at this time.

Instead, you should use trash talk to increase the other party's despair and weaken their fighting spirit, so that those two scoundrels might have additional tricks up their sleeves in a moment of desperation.

It's laughable that someone with immense power is unable to use it due to their own emotional flaws.

Phyllis couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrowful pity for this.

Fugrim possesses the power to destroy everything, yet due to her own emotions, she can only unleash it when Kasgar is threatened—a self-inflicted wound.

If Fugrim had been able to shed those pathetic emotions like she did, perhaps it would be Phyllis lying on the ground right now.

It's a pity that there is no if.

The fleeting pity that crossed her mind was quickly shattered into nothingness by her grander calculations.

"No, shouldn't I have brought Fugrim into our cause?"

Why would that be—

In the instant Philus hesitated, the Medusa Blade in her right hand emitted a strong purple light, eagerly craving the other's blood.

The next moment, a burst of purple light shone forth, and that power wrapped around Philus's body from her right hand, until her entire body radiated a dazzling purple glow.

Immediately afterwards, the Medusa Blade in her hand unconsciously swung towards Fugrim's neck.

when!
Right at this moment, in this instant.

A sword, seven or eight tenths similar in style to Medusa's Blade, rushed forward just as she was about to succeed.

Kasgar, a Space Marine, stood silently before the Primarch Filus, who had descended into madness.

Primarch's speed is almost unmatched in the world, and with the Medusa Blade's enhancement, Phyllis's sword strike is even more ferocious and deadly.

"You are--"

Kasgar did not answer, and apart from a few tiny golden sparks escaping from the gaps in his armor, he looked no different than usual.

He still wore that exquisite purple-gold armor, paired with that inexplicable red helmet.

And a sword that was constantly flaming.

[Hey! What the hell is going on?! This fire is so hot!!]

There was also the original stabbing sword that had no idea it possessed this ability.

click!
Casca's actions did not stop there.

After taking the blow amidst the incredulous gazes of the crowd, he forcefully cleaved the opponent's blade with his piercing sword, while his other hand's power sword continued its unstoppable momentum as it slashed towards the astonished Philus.

—The dual-wielding style of Aqua Duna, the swordswoman and son of the emperor.

when!
The powerful attack was blocked by the opponent's iron fist—although it was indeed blocked, the intricate black mechanical devices on her armor instantly shattered and exploded, leaving only her indestructible silver arm to withstand the blow.

The true armor and defense of the Steel Hand lies in this indestructible and unbreakable iron hand.

Casca naturally understood this as well.

Seeing that his attack had failed to achieve the desired effect, he spun around and used the recoil to retract his right-hand power sword. At the same time, he lightly flicked his wrist and thrust out the stabbing sword.

The attack also struck Phyllis's iron arm, which she had prepared to block in front of her chest. The black mechanical armor shattered, revealing her other silver steel hand.

Although Casca had the upper hand in this battle, Philus was always able to make rational judgments for herself.

She could sense that Casca's power surge was not normal. According to her intelligence, Casca was on the verge of physical collapse, with countless fine golden-red cracks emerging from his body with each of his attacks.

Those fine, golden-red cracks were the source of his power, but also a sign that he was about to collapse.

Philus could sense it.

As long as we can survive this period, as long as we can withstand the strengthening of Kaska by the unknown force during this time...
She can do it.

Now, all she has to do is use these two strongest iron hands to assist in the defense.

After withstanding Casca's power spike during that time, the two of them were left completely at her mercy.

What should have been a quick battle has once again turned into a protracted tug-of-war.

Although Kasgar was able to maintain his dominance, his power was never able to penetrate the opponent's iron hand defense.

An impeccable turtle-shell tactic.

Moreover, what angered and upset Casca the most was that he could even feel his body collapsing and separating, and that he was becoming a being that was more than human.

But definitely not now!
Fugrim has almost lost its fighting ability, and most of the remaining members of the Emperor's Sons are no longer able to fight against the mechanical legions of the Iron Hand.

If he falls at this moment, who will deal with the mad Philus in the future, and who will protect Fugrim?
Casca must be defeated here in one decisive battle!
Just as Kasgar was about to strike, as he watched Philus, wielding Medusa's Blade, block the attack, a fierce light suddenly flashed before his eyes.

This is the divine weapon that Chaos controls Phyllis. It possesses the blessing of the Chaos Gods, and no weapon can compare to it.

Of course, Medusa's Blade, which was controlling Philus at this moment, naturally understood that it was the most vulnerable being in this battle.

To protect her "true form," Philus sheathed the blade in her silver steel hand, enduring the relentless onslaught from Kaska.

The Iron Hand is the hardest thing in the world, but it is still no match for Casca!
"A stabbing sword!!!"

What did you do?

Cut it off!
With the next strike, Kaska's piercing sword met head-on with the opponent's silver arm that was holding Medusa's Blade.

With a teeth-grinding scraping sound, the golden light on the piercing sword seemed to be real light glued to the blade, severing the once indestructible arm—

Cut it open!

Amidst the sounds of battle between the Space Marines and the Mech Legion surrounding her, Philus's ever-unbreakable silver arm was severed by Kasgar's slash!
It's now!

Watching the Medusa Blade being thrown into the air and still gradually changing as it tried to escape, Kasgar once again swung his piercing sword, which emitted flames, and chased after it to completely annihilate it!

No, no, no! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!

—However, this is not the cry of Medusa's Blade.

This is a stabbing sword.

With a roar, endless golden-red flames annihilated the demonic sword tainted with the power of succubus in this world.

Off!
"what!!!"

Having lost control of Medusa's Blade in her right hand, Philus instantly fell into a state of extreme chaos after her right hand was severed.

Not only her, but the entire Philus mechanical army, having lost control of the main brain, was brought to a standstill at this moment.

"It's over?" Kasgar felt the excruciating pain of his body bursting apart, and used the blades in his hands to support himself as he struggled to his feet.

Primarch Filus of the Steel Hand has been released from control, and the remaining Legions should not rebel again without her command.

Without Phyllis, and with Fugrim and his presence still present, the remaining rebels were nothing but a rabble.

Now, all that's needed is to log back into the Vengeful Spirit, beat that idiot Abaddon to a pulp, and reclaim the flagship and Horus.
Doesn't this mean that all the remaining possibilities of chaos instigating a great rebellion have been completely eliminated by him on this Istvan III?

Is the great rebellion about to end here?

No.

With Nagasgar's blade severing Medusa's blade that was controlling Philus, the chaotic power from the High Heavens could no longer wait.

If we wait any longer, the entire rebellion will be over!

The Chaos Gods have exhausted almost all their power for this great rebellion. If it were to end now, the entire human world would be free to roam for thousands of years to come!

All that's left is for humanity to develop the Internet and enter a golden age!

No matter the cost, the great rebellion must continue!

Boundless chaotic power was poured relentlessly onto the battlefield of Istervan—

As for the target of this forced indoctrination, it could only be the Vengeful Spirit, which Abaddon insisted on allowing Ahriman to continue the witchcraft ritual.

Horus!
The last hope of Chaos, the only Chaos Warmaster who can still shoulder the responsibility of rebellion!

What else to do?
Should we send Abaddon in?

must!

Even if it takes a lot of chaotic power, we must make him completely fall!

I beg you!
If we don't become degenerate soon, we won't be able to continue playing this game!

Under this almost reckless infusion of power, Horus still opened his eyes.

The cleanup operation on the surface of István III is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Philus remained unconscious, and after most of the mechanical legion on the surface was shut down, the people could only violently dismantle it.

Fugrim had several ribs broken by Philus's heavy hammer, but after being given a quick bandage by the apothecary, he stood beside Kasgar again.

In this battle where almost everything was at stake, Tavitz and Loken, among others, survived to the end—as the stalwarts of loyalty to both legions, they lived to the very end.

But Lucius did not survive this final battle.

"He went on a rampage, attacking all sorts of steel-armed machines one-on-one. We were all too busy taking care of ourselves to help him."

Perhaps dying a glorious death on the battlefield was his own wish.

Just as he initially promised.

In this final battle, Lucius became a heroic swordsman.

He fulfilled his promise.

"It's over, it's all over."

Kasgar shook his head slightly. The horrific scene was too much for him to bear—far too many of the Emperor's Sons warriors had lost their lives in the battle just now.

Although they all died gloriously in battle, everyone wanted to see them come back alive even more than to see them die.

"No! The Vengeance Soul drop pod is still landing on the ground!"

The battle is not over yet!
If anyone on the Vengeance dares to disembark at this time, there's only one possibility—

As if to answer Kasgar's question, the airdrop pod landed exactly a few dozen meters in front of Kasgar and Fugrim, and stood firmly on the ground.

"careful!"

Kasgar shouted, gently pushing Fugrim aside, his broadsword and rapier both bursting into flames at the same time.

Horus, the chosen one of the Four Gods and the War General of Chaos, has arrived.

Because of those damned Chaos Gods!

Even at the very end, they were unwilling to give up this last chance to fight back!

Kasgar felt his power surging from his heart and from within his body—his hatred and loathing for Chaos transformed into boundless flames that swept towards his opponent.

Horus was clearly a formidable opponent for Kasca.

Horus, the chosen one of the Four Gods, is a being that even human emperors could hardly match, and who could only win that last bit of chance of victory through seduction.

A heavy hammer blow, almost beyond human endurance, came crashing down on Kaska with a stench of chaotic energy.

"Why are you stopping me? The Emperor is mine."

—It seems that because Chaos had no other choice but to force the initiation, Horus's dementia worsened considerably.

But in any case, the energy contained in this strike was real.

We must give it our all!

The flame from the bottom of my heart is still burning brightly.

He can still fight.

He must fight!
He cannot fall until all the chaos and corruption are eradicated, until the four gods who are still snickering in the shadows are completely destroyed!

The moment he received the heavy hammer, the golden-red hue within Casca erupted instantly.

Kasgar was able to withstand the attack of Horus, the chosen one of the Four Gods!
However, his human body was almost unable to withstand the sudden influx of immense power.

As his body seemed to emit a series of cracking sounds, the cracks that had already spread all over his body became even finer, and the light emanating from his body seemed about to burst out.

—His...him is about to explode!
"Wait! There's something else here!"

Just as Horus was about to unleash another attack, Kasgar, whose senses had been heightened countless times, detected a dark figure, a dark figure that had been lurking for countless moments, descending from above, from the sky!

Midnight Ghost!

How could he be here?!
Kasgar had no time to think. He had just withstood the full force of Horus's attack and had no strength left to deal with another opponent when countless frosts began to condense beneath his feet, Conrad Coz.

"Not now, Casgar."

It was an extremely strong psionic surge, which included Kasgar, Vorgrim beside him, and many more of the Emperor's sons nearby—

In that instant, with a flash of psionic teleportation light, they vanished completely from Horus's sight.

"Who are you! Why are you stopping me? Why are you preventing my reunion with the Emperor?!"

Horus, wielding a heavy hammer, roared. He saw it—it was that dark figure. What was that person's name again?

Oh right, how could he forget!

That's his brother, the guy who looks a lot like Conrad Coates, his name is Corax.

"Corax, who exactly are you?"

He wielded his massive hammer, about to charge once more at the man who refused to answer.

"I--?"

The other party's reply was dismissive and tinged with sarcasm.

"I am justice! I am punishment!"

"besides--"

"I surrender."

Conrad Coates raised his hands.

Scorching hot.

It felt like the body was about to explode from the intense heat.

Kasgar tried to pull himself out of this unbearable state; he still needed to protect the Legion and Vorgrim, and he couldn't afford to fall now.
You must wake up!

Casca seemed to be able to hear the noise from the outside world.

Amidst the piercing, ear-bursting ringing, came the voice of the Legion Pharmacist, Melusin.

He opened his eyes with difficulty.

“Casca, you’ve regained consciousness, but—don’t get down! The situation is still very serious.”

"I am..."

"Inside the stasis field, the Eisenstein. I don't know how they got the ship here, or how we were teleported up, but that's not important."

“Listen, your body can’t handle this energy. If you force it, it will only cause a huge subspace energy explosion—what did Qi Le say again? Like the explosion of the Eye of Fear.”

"You must enter the static field. I... I will try to create a suit of armor that will allow your body to move without breaking."

Then I'd become Guilliman!
Kaska thought helplessly.

Where is Fugrim?

“We did not find her exact teleportation location, but I believe we can all sense that she is still alive.”

They've disappeared, haven't they?
No way
He needs to wake up. He still has a mission to complete.
"Casca!"

"Stop! Don't get up! We have to protect your body!"

"Stop right now!!"

At that very moment, a voice suddenly cut through the cacophony of the Emperor's Son's shouts and directly entered Casgar's mind.

If you don't go to sleep soon, you'll be working overtime for ten thousand years like Guilliman!

Casgar: "."

No, why didn't you say so earlier?

Hey.

Casca's body immediately fell backward.

He stopped struggling and quietly lay down in the static force field.

(End of this chapter)