Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 236 Titus: "What do you mean she's my stepmother?"

five minutes later.

"Um... Boss."

"Did I go a little too far?"

The ground was filled with wailing before the son of the phoenix, Titus.

Casca miscalculated.

The raids here did not involve some large-scale conspiracy. In order to prevent the news of their cooperation with the Xenomorphs from leaking out, the Emperor's Sons were extremely selective in choosing their trading partners.

Smaller conspiracies are easier to control and less likely to break contracts.

Only then can the sons of the emperor enjoy the delicious Eldar cheese safely and conveniently.

Unfortunately, neither the prince nor the conspiracy group, nor even Titanus, could grasp the true situation.

The Eldar are swift and agile; most people can't even see their movements before they are beheaded.

But lacking armor protection, they are indeed very fragile.

Just now, even Titus himself held back slightly, but he charged straight into the encirclement of the Dark Eldar with only a sword and was completely unstoppable.

No Eldar could withstand the formidable power of this chosen one of the two gods.

Some were even cleaved in two by the blade because Titus swung it with such force that even without the power weapon disintegrating the force field, they were still killed.

"you!"

"What do you want to do?!"

The conspirator of the conspiracy, whose bones had been broken by Titus's sword, struggled to his feet again.

How can this wild monkey be so powerful?
Not only do they possess speed comparable to the Spirit Race, but their strength is also that of the most savage monkeys!
"Have you forgotten the terms of the deal?! How dare you ambush us here?"

"I"

Seemingly realizing that his plan had failed, Titus once again raised his blade, intending to seize the opportunity to cut everything in two.

Wait, don't kill him yet!

If we kill them, the Dark Eldar will probably never bother with these surrounding star systems again.

Kasgar, who had been using psionic stealth to stay close to his opponent, urgently blocked the opponent's sword.

Fortunately, Titus didn't kill all the Dark Eldar on a whim.

This is the Emperor's territory. Without them, it would be almost impossible for the two of us to catch up with the Dark Spirit Clan's raids again.

Casca was also somewhat helpless.

This is how to do?
How can they infiltrate the Comoros without the Dark Eldar as guides?
[Got it]

You go first.

Just as the sword was about to end the lives of those two despicable Dark Elf race members...

To everyone's surprise, the tall Space Marine chose to simply stop his sword in front of the Archon, refusing to advance even an inch further.

do not kill?

The Dark Eldar Conspiracy Chieftain, looking puzzled, tried to crawl back a little, then looked at the other person with a questioning expression.

What is this guy thinking?

"You have dealings with higher-ups, don't you?"

Titus's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, as if he was pondering the meaning of his actions.

Even if he can kill the invading aliens, what is the point of him doing so if the higher-ups are all rotten and colluding with them?
In the end, not only will he be unable to escape persecution from his superiors, but the slaves he released will also be silenced, leading to the destruction of the entire Nest City world.

Wait a minute, if that's the case, since he can't stop the dirty deals between the prince and the aliens, then what Titan does is pointless, isn't it?
"."

Forget it, I can't keep making this up!
Hurry up and take him all to Comoros!

"Release them all, and I'll go with you."

Titus glanced with pity at the human slaves trembling like lambs on the Dark Eldar slave ship.

“I’ve heard that you aliens have an arena, and I’m confident that I can win one victory after another with my own strength.”

"The benefits I can bring you will far exceed what you gain from capturing these human slaves."

As he spoke, he looked at the Dark Elf chieftain with a grave expression, took a few steps back, and gestured for the man to stand up.

Titus's proposal was exactly what the consul wanted.

This human warrior has already demonstrated his formidable combat prowess; even in the upper echelons of the arena, he would be capable of exchanging blows with the champion warrior.

If they could sell it to the Witch Spirit Cult, the profit from one trip would be equivalent to ten trips.

Moreover, if gladiators could make a name for themselves in the arena, it would bring them considerable prestige—telling the entire Comoros that only they had the power to capture such a powerful warrior.

A profound meaning behind a sure-fire way to make money.

But why did he always feel that the other person was hiding something?

"Either accept my terms, or die here now."

good acting.

Kasgar, who had infiltrated the Eldar flagship using his psionic power, couldn't help but marvel.

Unexpectedly, this old rascal Titus, who seems so serious, actually put on such a convincing performance that even the Eldar, who are adept at detecting emotional fluctuations, couldn't find any fault with it.

Is it because he joined the Phoenix Clan?

Even the human inhabitants of the re-released hive were moved by Titus's willingness to sacrifice himself.

"Let's go back quickly."

Titus turned to the hive dwellers behind him who were unwilling to leave and spoke to them.

The Dark Eldar's conspiratorial governor didn't sense even the slightest fear from him.

He simply stood there quietly, and even though the sharp blade in his hand had fallen to the ground, the several Dark Elf Clan members following him still didn't dare to capture him.

There are few trustworthy people among the Dark Eldar, but because they need to conduct long-term business transactions with the Princes Chapter, this small conspiratorial group has gained a unique source of Eldar cheese through its trustworthiness and high quality.

What a tragic hero!

Moving.

Kasgar silently continued to search for clues throughout the entire conspiratorial flagship, remaining invisible.

The contents of the agreement of the Witchcraft Cult.
After each raid, the Conspiracy's governor would send the alien beasts, elite warriors of other races, and disloyal Conspiracy members as gifts or, according to the agreement, to the allied Witchcraft Cult.

In Comoros, the gladiatorial arenas of the Witchcraft Cult play a crucial role.

This is the most spectacular and anticipated event for the local Dark Eldar.

By showcasing entertaining and creative torture methods and the exquisite combat skills of the noble Eldar during gladiatorial combat, all spectators (except for Orcs) can enjoy the pain and fear extracted from the gladiators.

Such powerful emotional force could even cause some Dark Eldar to instantly rejuvenate in the audience.

Even for ordinary Comorian residents, watching a perfect gladiatorial performance greatly satisfies their sadistic cravings, making their departure more pleasant and joyful than their arrival.

Therefore, Comorian arena champions often became stars in the mouths of Comorian residents due to their outstanding performances and their full exploitation of their prey.

In a megacity like Comoros, where distances cannot be measured, there are obviously many gladiatorial arenas belonging to the Witchcraft Cult.

As for the one who signed the agreement with this conspiratorial group, it was a name that Casca had never heard of before—it was clearly impossible for such a small conspiratorial group to abduct gladiators who were good enough to join the Grand Arena, let alone be worthy of such a large-scale gladiatorial performance.

This little conspiracy group never even considered that they could get any valuable gladiators on the prince's territory.

There is also an agreement from the Blood Actors Association.
The Bloodlings Guild is an integral part of this distorted society, as the Dark Eldar rely on them for insurance to carry out their necessary regeneration procedures and torments.

Even their fellow Dark Eldar considered them to be a bunch of paranoid and perverted monsters.
Thirteen Scars Association.
A somewhat familiar name, but Casca had long forgotten where he had heard the name of the Bloody Fiends Association.

"Is it the Blood Actors' Guild, where Fabius Bayer once infiltrated Comoros to study?"

He seemed to have some memory—since Fabius started from here in the past timeline, it was very likely that Melsin was also going to the Blood Spirits Association to learn knowledge through the relationship between the Emperor's son and the Dark Eldar.

(But it's strange that even the Bloodthirsty Ones couldn't cure Fabius's baldness.)
Even if it's not the "Thirteen Scars Association," they're probably still involved.

"I'll contact them."

Casca made up his mind and slowly put down the agreement in his hand.

The speed of the Eldar airships was always imperceptible. They traversed the numerous branching paths of the network. The core area, surrounded by countless towering spires, was the current capital of the Eldar, Comoros.

Above the towering, gleaming metal spires of the Comoros, there are things called the Black Suns that hang in the sky.

They were dying stars that the Eldar had extracted from the real world using advanced technology and placed in the Web to provide light and energy.

It has no connection with the cold, dark sun of the Naya space.

As for the flagship that Casca was on, it was not qualified to dock at those ports that were divided up by the forces of the great conspiracy.

"Come down, human."

"Your strength may indeed be considerable. But I warn you, never try to escape from here."

"You'll only die a worse death."

With that, the consul brought Titus down.

This is a satellite port of the Comoros.

Hidden and unnoticed dangerous areas are the perfect places for the Dark Eldar to carry out their evil rituals and plans.

In the past, this area was not part of Comoros City.

After the fall of the Eldar Empire, through a long period of war, conspiracies, assassinations, and other means, they connected their subordinate cities together through the ancient network nodes, jointly protecting the node city at the center of the network.

Thus, the Comoros became a vast, interconnected network of pathways, its scale defying the logic of normal physical cosmology.

Dark City

Although this area is not strictly part of Comoros, attempting to escape from these satellite cities is often a suicidal adventure: the headquarters of the Dark Eldar conspiracy, which occupies vast territories, are located within these twisted geometric structures.

Every shadow here may conceal a conspiracy.

Not to mention the network of endless branches and divisions that the fugitives will have to face later.

Even if mortals are lucky enough to pass through the shadows of the Comoros city, without the guidance of the noble Eldar, they will be forever lost in the Webpath.
—Wait, who's speeding over there?

[Titus, next I'm going to the Blood Actors' Guild to look for clues about Melusin]

Your power is especially important to the Witchcraft Cult; these aliens won't do anything to you outside the arena.

If you encounter a Space Marine imprisoned in the arena, remember to recruit them to your side.

Without making a sound, he slightly raised his ring finger in the direction of Casca—a gesture that, according to their previous code, indicated that he had received the signal.

Seeing this, Casca no longer hesitated and nimbly leaped onto another ship.

The ship was carrying the corpses of the Dark Eldar who had just died in the battle with Titus.

Because the Dark Spirit Race lacks the protection of Soul Stones and the World Soul of the Savage Spirit Race, every time they leave the Net Path and appear in reality, they are essentially exposed directly to the Thirsty Lady's watchful eye.

Therefore, in order to ensure that their souls are not devoured by evil gods, before going out to plunder, the conspiracy group will often sign a contract with the Blood Spirit Association to ensure that their souls will not be taken away by the Thirsty Lady if the plunder fails.

The Blood Puppet Master is able to resurrect any corpse that has been dead for less than a day using his incredible skills.

—The price, however, is that part of the Dark Elf's pain and soul will be taken away by the Blood Elf.

Equivalent exchange.

The ship was being operated by the Bloodlings' servants, and the cold stench of the corpses of the dead Eldar permeated the cabins.

Even the servants, whose heads had been replaced by sophisticated instruments and IV tubing, were meticulously carrying out their master's orders—to take this ship full of corpses to the location of their master—the Thirteen Blood Scars Association—to complete the piecing together of these idiots.

The ship began heading downwards toward the dark, cold, and gloomy corners of the colossal city of Comoros, where no dying star could illuminate it.

As if it were a pre-programmed sequence, the ships moved swiftly and precisely through the corridor of spires. The spatial structure, which was so different from the laws of physics as commonly understood, was almost completely incomprehensible to those who were unfamiliar with it.

hum.

As the air vibrated and the thrust was transmitted, the liquid poured directly from the ship down into the pile of dead bodies below, filled with disinfectant and the stench of rotting corpses.

"We've finally arrived. The Thirteen Blood Scars Association, I'm here to ask you for someone."

In this pool of dead bodies filled with blood and filth, Casgar patted the bloodstains off his armor.

Then, he removed all his disguises and, once again in his original purple-gold Destiny Armor, walked toward the place where the light flickered in the darkness.

Comoros's complex and unnecessary spire top.

"what--"

Disappointed shouts from the audience echoed throughout the arena.

Watching gladiatorial combat is the most important form of entertainment for the Comorian residents, and many spectators have become accustomed to seeing this little-known alien fighter defeat his opponent and achieve victory.

Nulus, the son of the phoenix.

An obscure name; no one will remember such a minor character.

The colossal city of Comoros has seen countless men like him, but in most cases, these gladiators, who rarely survive more than a few days, are simply forgotten.

But this Nulus seemed to be the unexpected one.

Starting from almost the lowest level of the arena, every opponent Nulus encountered—whether other alien warriors, alien creatures, or witch spirit fighters—lost all their lives under his blade.

"Nulus!"

"Nulus!"

"Nulus!"

His relentless victories even earned him considerable fame among the Dark Eldar—some eccentric nobles seemed to prefer supporting this powerful fighter from another race over the Witch Spirit Warriors.

Isn't it more satisfying to be easily defeated by inferior barbarian monkeys, despite being a noble spirit race?

Of course, many viewers were eagerly anticipating what kind of powerful arena champion would be able to deliver a spectacular killing feast to all of them with the elegant and precise killing techniques of the Elven race.

Titus has been fighting here for a long time.

In the arena, he also met many Space Marine gladiators, but they often did not live long.

Most importantly, he has not received any psionic communications from Casca since he arrived here.

It's like I was sold to Comoros by that Casca.

"Nulus!"

The Comoros snake cavity still echoed in his ears.

The Dark Eldar in the stands would often shout his name or curse him to die in a way that sounded unbearable—Tathus had no interest in either of these.

All he wants to know right now is where he should go to Casca to complete the next meeting.

"Wait!"

"Please wait a moment!"

As the event was about to end, the leader of the Witch Spirit Cult stepped out from in front of the suspended stage.

This time, he brought an announcement to the audience that was extremely important for the gladiatorial combat!

The arena has suddenly seen a surge of powerful fighters today—besides Nulus, there are also many up-and-coming witch spirit warriors. Among the residents of Comoros, people often talk about who would win between them and the Comoros Gladiator Queen, Lyris Hesperax.

And this mystery will be revealed soon!

"Three days!"

"Three days from now, the Arena Queen, Lyris, will be engaged in a super melee with the Fighter Nulus, the Fighting Cult Succubus Everene, and other prisoners or monsters!"

"This will be an unprecedented gladiatorial contest, and even the Lord of Comoros, Asdubal Victor, will be there to watch!"

“Eveline?”

"Who is she? Commander, is she our contact person who infiltrated the Comoros? But Commander, who exactly is she—"

"What? An alien? Hero Casgar, are you really going to form an alliance with an alien?"

“I disagree. My friend, the Eldar have never been a trustworthy ally, let alone someone who would risk their life to infiltrate the Comoros.”

Casca had promised him an ally who would lead them out of here at a crucial moment.

But how could something so crucial be—

"It's okay, she's your future stepmother."

(End of this chapter)