Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 249 The Centaur Gold Ring Reappears

That was the Regency era, shortly after the end of the Great Rebellion in the human empire, when the Primarchs were disheartened and scattered.

Although many Primarchs opposed Regent Guilliman, believing that this was all part of the ambitious man's schemes to break up the other Legions into Warbands using the Astartes Codex, thus allowing him to seize absolute power.

But for such a messy human empire, it seems that only Guilliman has the patience and ability to step forward and become the regent of the human empire.

Now only Guilliman remains.

In the time that followed, one Primarch after another chose to leave. After successfully eliminating all rebellious forces within the Empire, only Guilliman remained, struggling to hold on.

(The photo shows Regent Robert Guilliman (first from right))
Until one day, Regent Guilliman chose to attend a sacrament held by the Blood Angels in Baal—as the last remaining Primarch of the Empire, he was invited to participate in the Blood Angels' ceremony and, as a guest, hoped to pass on the love and sacrifice of Saint Gilles.

He believed that the descendants of Saint Gilles, as a model of the human empire, would certainly be able to serve as a powerful example of dedication and sacrifice for the people of the human empire who were currently lost in confusion.

Then he witnessed firsthand the Holy Blood Angels' sacrament.

—Now it was Guilliman's turn to be confused.

Oh my god, that's terrifying!!!

Before the chapter’s sacrament was over, Guilliman rushed out of the Blood Angels’ fortress monastery.

He saw golden centaurs flying everywhere, and a large group of Holy Blood Angels crawling all over the ground shouting "Saint Gilles!" "Mother!" "Mom!"

Is this some kind of super hellhole? Or has he been dragged into Slaanesh's sixth ring?
"Stop!"

"Stop it right now!!!"

Although he could sense the extremely peaceful golden light emanating from the golden centaur, Guilliman still felt physically uncomfortable with the overly intense and horrifying methods of commemoration used by the Blood Angels.

monster!

There are monsters everywhere!

—This is no longer some holy ritual of the Holy Blood Angels, this is clearly a demonic cave in the warp!

"Lord Guilliman, please do not worry about the spirit of the centaur. It was under its guidance that our fleet was able to cross the warp storms and reach Holy Terra during the Great Rebellion."

When the Second Empire was established and it was discovered that Holy Terra still existed, the Lion King, because of his prophecy that he would not appear in the final battle, chose to send his troops to the rear of the rebels, almost bombing all the homeworlds of the Great Rebellion Legion, thereby cutting off their reinforcements.

Guilliman, under the pretext of "I must regroup the forces," stayed in the 500th world of Altera to summon the Ultra Warriors.

After all, the warp storms were still fierce, and none of them had ever imagined that they could cross such terrifying warp turbulence to reach Holy Terra.

Only Saint Gilles—she and the Blood Angels, by sheer accident, used the Centaur Ring to summon a golden centaur, and under its guidance, successfully traversed the turbulent warp to reach Holy Terra.

"It was thanks to the guidance of the golden centaur that we were able to reach Holy Terra before the rebels gathered."

"And you! Guilliman, you didn't even show up on Holy Terra! What right do you have to accuse it of being a traitor?"

The words of the Holy Blood Angel struck Guilliman like a dagger.

But Guilliman ultimately decided to ban the Centaur Ring from the entire Empire.

Too dangerous.

While it can now be confirmed that the unknown subspace creature is not hostile, what if this centaur is a trick by Chaos, or some other Chaos creature disguised as a centaur trying to gradually distort the faith of the Holy Blood Angels?

Guilliman knew perfectly well that although the Centaur Ring could summon centaurs of unknown origin as guardians, this warp magic could never be used as a regular means for the Empire.

After all, fools still make up the majority of people in this world.

Having perused the records in the deepest library of the Empire, Guilliman understood that the Empire's incapable populace, like his foolish little brother Magnus, would only perceive some treacherous and ever-changing demon lord as...
Even Magnus, with his powerful psychic abilities and extensive knowledge, was plunged into an abyss of no return by the warp's distortion of his will. How much more so for mortals, whose resistance to the warp and self-control are extremely low.

No matter how many times the spirit of the centaur has helped the Holy Blood Angels Chapter, for the sake of the future of the human empire, no loophole must be left for Chaos to exploit.

In short, Guilliman had to continue to follow the Emperor's established rules, using the "Imperial Truth" as the universal standard for all humanity in the galaxy. In order to prevent unstable warp magic from spreading throughout the human Empire, he decided to ban all performances related to "The Centaur's Golden Ring".

Is this the right thing to do?

Guilliman muttered to himself as he walked out of his room in the Holy Terra.

The clouds on the horizon seemed to form the shape of Casca, giving him a thumbs-up.

【Of course that's absolutely right!】

Well done, Guilliman!

The cloud seemed to say to him with a pleased expression.

Barr.

Fortress Monastery.

"Ah~~↑↓↑"

"Our Mother! — Saint Gilles"

Following Dante, one after another, the Blood Angels stepped forward to express their love for the Mother of Genes and vowed to continue fighting to protect everything she cherished.

This legionary custom existed when San Gilles was still alive, and even now, ten thousand years later, despite Regent Guilliman banning all performances related to "The Centaur's Golden Ring," the centaur exists only as a legend ten thousand years later.

However, the blood angels' reverence for Saint Gilles did not diminish in the slightest.

"The performance was good, and each battle group had its own unique characteristics."

"But I still feel like it's not quite there yet."

Although the Blood Angels' sub-units have made considerable progress in creativity and performance talent, they still seem to be inferior to the Blood Angels of the 30K era that Casca knew.
—Not Tang Dynasty enough.

It lacked that certain charm.

As one of only two founding groups in the human empire with an artistic flair (and only one after the Emperor's son fell), if we disregard whether these people are a bit too cheesy, they are still quite artistic in terms of content alone.

"Commander, how do you plan to respond?"

Titus asked in the direction of Casca with some confusion.

He was not afraid; Titus was never afraid.

However, he felt a slight unease about these Holy Blood Angels, including Dante, whom he idolized.

"It's not a big deal."

"Just watch my performance then."

Casca remained noncommittal regarding Titus's doubts.

If anyone were to perform the story of the centaur gold ring between Kasgar and Fugrim, Kasgar would be so embarrassed he'd dig his toes out of his mouth.

But Casca was confident that he could handle the situation in San Gilles with ease.

As for Horus and the Emperor, Kaska would have to suppress his laughter for now.

Anyway, it's not me who's embarrassed.

"Next up is a performance by Charlotte, the leader of the Phoenix Sons, titled 'Thirty Years of Beethoven II Centaur Gold Ring'."

As the servant announced the start of the show, the extremely tall, gold-and-red Space Marine walked to the front of the stage.

"Wait, what did he say he was going to perform?"

"A centaur gold ring?"

Dante took the parchment scroll handed to her by her servant with a puzzled look. The scarlet characters written on the scroll immediately stirred up memories in her heart.

That is
This was once the most frequently used hymn by the Blood Angels when praising their mother, Saint Gilles—countless Blood Angels developed numerous musical movements based on this hymn.

If this Commander Charlotte truly understands an ancient play that has been lost for nearly ten thousand years, then they are indeed very likely a long-lost branch of the Blood Angels—this is now beyond doubt. However, "The Centaur's Golden Ring" is currently a play openly banned from performance by the Empire.
Should we interrupt their performance for this?

Dante was torn by this.

The fate of the Blood Angels is now essentially sealed.

According to reports from the front lines, the size of the Zerg fleet rushing towards Baal far exceeds that of any other alien force they have ever encountered before.

An endless horde of insectoid creatures is about to engulf the homeworld of the Holy Blood Angels.

Although it was not explicitly stated, the many people who had been summoned were already determined to die.

The outcome of their battle will be dire, but in any case, the Holy Blood Angels will fight to the last moment under the Mother's radiance.

"Let them continue."

If even Baal is devoured by the swarm in the future, and not a single child of the Holy Blood Angel is left, then what is the point of following the prohibition?
In the ancient legends of the Blood Angels, the golden centaurs are as powerful and mysterious as Saint Gillenor.

Legend has it that when the Holy Blood Angels are on the verge of annihilation or in a moment of extreme crisis, whenever the Holy Blood Angels Legion is suffering heavy losses in battle, the mysterious warrior known as the "Exemplar of the Holy Body," Saint Gillenor, will descend from the sky like a golden meteor, just like his mother Saint Gillenor ten thousand years ago, to save everyone from suffering.

According to the records of the Blood Angels' chapter priests, every appearance of Saint Gileno over the past few thousand years has helped the Blood Angels escape danger.

Some believe that Saint Gillenor was a warp being born from the Blood Angels' deep longing for their beloved mother, Saint Gillenor; others believe that Saint Gillenor was actually Azkelon, the captain of the Blood Guard.

As for Dante—she remembered that when she was still called Louise, it was San Giuliano, clad in golden armor and radiating a gentle golden light, who saved her from the brink of death.

San Giuliano: "Yes, it's Mom!"

In San Giuliano, little Louise felt a motherly glow.

Some say that those are fragments of an angel's soul, continuing to watch over her offspring after her death.

Since Saint Gillenor is such a sacred being, the golden centaur that appeared with her must also be the savior of the Holy Blood Angels, right?
"Continue! Don't go up and disturb his performance."

But Ding's aged face was serious. She stared intently at Casca, who was playing with great intensity on the field, without saying a word.

"Ah ↑↓↑"

"My offspring, you will always be my Centaurus."

Wherever you roam in the future, I will always be by your side.

With the end

Seemingly sensing the fluctuations in the surrounding air, the crowd, enveloped in golden light, broke down in tears.

The performance was excellent.

Although, in terms of emotions, the chapter leaders are confident that they are richer and more passionate than the Casgar.

But this centaur gold ring has a magical power that can make everyone who sees or hears it shed tears (laughing until they cry also counts).

Despite Casgar's moving performance, the golden centaur ultimately did not arrive.

However, judging from the pale golden ripples emanating from the arena and the intermittent sobs, it seemed to have a good effect.

"What was that just now? Could it be that the Centaur Gold Ring from before?"

"How could that be! How could their love for their mother be greater than ours! That's absolutely impossible!"

"Waaaaah, Mommy!"

"Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy!"

The entire fortress monastery hall reached a frenzied climax during Casgar's performance—even the once arrogant Blood Knights or Crimson Angels, who looked down on mortals, wept bitterly when the phantom of Saint Gilles appeared in the illusion during Casgar's performance.

Although Casca successfully cured all the Blood Angels of their latent blood thirst defect, unfortunately, because Saint Gilles' death remained an indelible scar in the hearts of every Blood Angel, they seemed to have contracted another extremely terrible genetic defect in addition to their blood thirst—

Mom's thirsty!
The Blood Angels need to find their mother immediately!
In their eyes, it was as if the Casca show could really summon Saint Gilles back to the real world for them. In the centaur gold ring, they really saw the descent of the Holy Blood Angel!
Right before their very eyes!

"Uh"

Looking at the Holy Blood Angels in their frenzy, Kasgar glanced somewhat awkwardly at the bewildered Titus beneath him.

Perhaps the most suitable way to counter the Leviathan Hive fleet lies right before him.

The Chapter Sacrament ended amidst wailing and howling.

In the end, Dante, with the strongest willpower, was the first to break free from his yearning for Sangilius and led the representatives of the various chapters to recover from their "thirst for Mommy."

As for Kasgar—after his moving performance for his mother, Sanguis, the enigmatic Chapter Master Charlotte of the Phoenix was accepted by many Chapter representatives.

They no longer doubted the Phoenix's origins, nor did they question whether he was truly a descendant of Saint Gilles.

Thus, before the Zerg swarm officially arrived, Kasgar and his chapter members were assigned to make arrangements on Bastion.

Before the Leviathan hive army swept through the surrounding star systems, all the planets in the Baal system had already deployed a large number of air defense and ground forces to clean up the mess—but it was clear that under the Leviathan hive fleet, which was so large that it was almost unimaginable, only Baal and his two moons could temporarily defend it for a certain period of time.

At this point, the Holy Blood Angels and the representatives of the sub-groups heading to Baal are not really thinking about winning this battle, but rather about delaying for as long as possible to prevent their holy home planet from suffering the misfortune of being used as an incubator by the aliens.

Even if it means death, I want to die before Baal.

"It seems that even the Holy Blood Angels don't think they can defeat the massive Zerg hive fleet."

"The Leviathan hive fleet far exceeds our resistance capabilities—Commander, what should we do to turn this situation around?"

Titus's expression was already very somber.

He didn't believe it, even though he knew Casca possessed immense power and intelligence, and even though the Blood Angels, with their 60,000 Blood Angels led by the legendary commander Dante, were already one of the Imperium's most formidable fighting forces.
However, this is still a drop in the ocean when facing the Hive Fleet—even if all the Phoenix Spawns have undergone Prototype modifications, there are only a few thousand of them—it is simply impossible for them to turn the tide of the battle on their own.

"Perhaps it was impossible before, but now, before we accept our fate, we need to ask a few questions first."

Casca brandished his sword and said.

"My God! How can you be so talented!"

"But when you call other women 'Mom,' do you ever consider my feelings? Hmm? Answer me, why don't you call me 'Mom' and instead call me Saint Gillespie?"

I'm jealous!!!

Hey! Can you even talk to me?!

Casca: "Shut up."

"Tell me if you have found any clues about Fugrim."

Taking out the somewhat noisy, stabbing sword, Kasgar asked impatiently, "Where is it?"

“Oh, you really showed no mercy.” The voice of the stabbing sword was still as beautiful and melodious as that of Fugrim. “The clue is in Baal—but I can’t sense exactly where it is.”

"You mean...it could be San Gigliotti?"

Casca frowned slightly.

Fugrim covering for her good friend Saint Gilles—this is a possibility, but Kasgar hadn't recommended her to the Emperor.
It probably isn't Fugrim.

“Never mind, it’s more important to resolve the crisis of the Leviathan Hive fleet right now.” With that, Casgar sheathed his dagger again. “I have a good plan for this.”

"If I remember correctly, the Tyranid swarm is a symbiotic organism—the gun bugs and knife bugs, which are the basic level of the swarm, do not have their own subjective will. They are only controlled by the command of their superiors and do not have self-awareness."

"Commander, what do you mean?"

“Go find the Holy Blood Angels and get some live, low-level Tyranids for experiments.” Kaska’s eyes narrowed, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Let the Phoenix Sons form a choir—I want to show the Tyranids if they, like the Blood Angels, will also be looking for their mothers!"

(End of this chapter)