Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 259 Magnus Returns Again

That was before he was emperor.

Under the purification of his power, all corruption will be destroyed by him—on this land that has been ravaged for countless years, there will never again be a desperate plague.

In the future, humanity will replace ignorance and superstition with rational and scientific thinking. In the future, humanity—and only humanity—will be able to control its own destiny!

His ideals were grand and lofty, and he and his followers were always moving towards their goal.

Until, an extremely strange plague spread among the people.

"Believe in his words and carry out his will!"

"Praise the Emperor! He will save us from this plague!"

"Thinking is superfluous; we only need to trust in his wisdom!"

He didn't understand who the emperor these people were talking about was, but it seemed that all this faith was directed towards him.

It was an extremely strange plague, which Nurgle used as a weapon against him.

The plague itself is not difficult to cure, and is even somewhat milder than the treacherous poison of the scourge.

The Plague of Disbelief

This is a plague that infects people's minds.

Unlike other plagues, it is not difficult to cure.

But there is only one way to cure it.

faith.

Faith in him, faith in a leader with superhuman strength, vision, and wisdom, faith in charisma.

Mortals can never understand others with their mediocre wisdom and strength. All they need to do is believe, even if it is out of ignorance or fear, to save themselves from the suffering of plague and live a foolish and ignorant life under the protection of others.

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This is not what he expected.

People did not draw strength from the Imperial Truth as he had hoped, nor did they fight alongside him under his command.

After suffering from illness and torment, ordinary people do not possess his resilience or strength.

They only hoped and believed that he could, as before, protect all mortals who suffer.

They believed that only a glorious and majestic superman like him could defeat all evil with his superhuman strength.

The best they, these mortals, could do was to obey everything he said and act according to his commands.

They don't believe in themselves—if their power is truly worthy of belief, why is it only when he arrives that people are liberated from the technological barbarian warlords who roam Holy Terra?

"Trust him, trust the Emperor!"

Although it has never claimed to be an emperor.

Physical plagues can be cured with good medicine, but there is currently no solution to the plague of the mind.

Even though he decided to destroy every part of the Holy Terra and burn down the last church in the world, people who had lost their faith still placed their devotion in him.

The filth has corrupted this land for far too long.

ingrained.

He has failed, though not yet, but he can already see his fate.

He could see the final moment, which symbolized the end and death.

Those four faces lurking in the shadows, smirking at him.

One of them, with its gaping mouth teeming with plague and rotten flies, chuckled at him from the shadows.

You cannot eradicate cowardice from people's hearts.

The plague of disbelief is merely a symptom of the plague.

The real plague is in people's hearts and in their faith.

Humanity, having lost hope, will place its future in another being with a superhuman mission.

From one loving father to another, what they yearn for is not an absolute being who can lead them away from their miserable situation.

Prayer, even if it's just a passive, waiting-for-a-money kind of prayer, is the only thing they, as mortals, can do.

In this hopeless world, all his efforts were destined to fail—a doomed outcome.

From that time on, golden armor formed from his faith began to appear on his body.

Any mortal who casts his gaze upon him will only see the savior they most desire to see, their emperor.

From then on, no one would remember his original name, nor would anyone be able to see his original appearance.

People believed that only a perfect, flawless emperor could save them from the quagmire of absolute despair.

Thus, he became the Emperor.

Pamenio.

On the battlefield between the human empire and the Nurgle army.

"Praise the Emperor! Believe in the Emperor!"

"Under the light of His, evil will surely perish, and we will surely triumph!"

Although many civilians behind the city were unable to witness the battle on the front lines and could not find out what had happened.

All they could do was pray for the Emperor and his power.

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Faced with this scene, Mathieu, the priest of the Imperial Church who had been kneeling and praying with them, stood there blankly, seemingly pondering something.

Bear!
On the very front lines of the battle against Nurgle's army, the Titans and the Astronaut tank forces leading the way clashed once again.

The firepower from the God Machines is incredibly strong, but the Death Guard's artillery fire is equally fierce.

Aside from the two beings battling it out in the very center of the sky, the remaining combatants were doing their utmost to unleash firepower on the enemy lines.

In the realm of messy battles, Nurture still has the upper hand.

After all, their vitality is even stronger than that of the Titans—as long as they are not completely blown to smithereens, the Great Impure, with its superhuman vitality, can recover from extremely severe injuries.

It appears that the war is developing in a direction increasingly unfavorable to the human empire.

Even so, people still wanted to believe in the emperor's incarnation who fought against the plague cauldron with flames in his hand in the sky.

Perhaps it was the people's wishes that had materialized, or perhaps it was the destined imperial light that would dispel all darkness—as the flames in the center erupted, burning the disgusting plague demon and eliciting screams of agony, thunderous shouts also erupted from the army below.

"Emperor!"

"Emperor!"

"Emperor!"

"Praise be to the Emperor's might! May He protect us!"

As an artifact of the god Nurgle, the Plague Cauldron is powerful enough to withstand the scorching flames of the Casgar.

It is quite possible that this was also Nurgle's method of dealing with the flames of Kasgar—although he ultimately failed.

"what!!!"

The power of the chief archmages in the real world stems from their power projection—although their magic is greatly amplified in the warp, in this real world,
(Some archetypes with weak projection abilities can be killed with a single sword strike by a chief demon, a grey knight, or a mortal; while others with strong projection abilities, such as Sharashi, can defeat the entire Death Army single-handedly.)

Kugas's enormous, obese body writhed desperately under the scorching flames of Kaska, like a bloated maggot.

Despite being the first demon under Nurgle's command.

But compared to the power that Kasgar currently possesses, even the chief demon Kugas would not be his match!
Just as he was completely suppressing Kugas with flames, he clearly wouldn't let go of the unclean beings around him.

In that instant, the plague guards surrounding Casca were also scorched by the same flames.

With a speed that was almost impossible for them to react, they thrust the decomposing force field in their hands straight into the rotting hearts of the Great Impure Ones.

Septicemia, the Black Death, and famine were thus completely eradicated from this world.

"Do not!!!"

The horrific death brought tears to Kugas's eyes—his good brother and friend had been completely purified by the flames, leaving him not even a trace of ashes!

"You killed them!!! You bastard!!!"

How could you—

Faced with Kugas's struggles, Kasga remained silent, only intensifying the heat of the barbecue.

The opponent's momentum has weakened considerably since it first appeared—all that's needed is to continue roasting it with fire, and soon Kugas will be going to the underworld along with his great demon friends.

This will send you to be an ill-fated couple.

But at that moment, something unexpected happened.

“Friend, you should stop playing the role of a god.” Just as Kasgar was cooking Kugas with a great fire, the vortex of the warp above them was still gathering. In the depths of Nurgle, where the air was thick with the decaying mist, a portal that tore through the void opened as the cultists performed their sacrificial ritual.

An equally powerful spiritual energy suppressed the flames that were burning Kugas in the next moment.

The hand that emerged from the portal was covered in fiery red skin, adorned with glittering gemstone rings and a wrist—and the moment the eyes focused on it, the gemstones seemed to emanate nine different colors.

Immediately afterwards, the enormous humanoid body stepped out of the portal, its light, shimmering with distorted and changing colors, aimed at the flame in Casca's hand.

Tzeentch's Primarch, Magnus.

His appearance hasn't changed much compared to ten thousand years ago, or rather, his current power allows him to manipulate his body into any form he desires.

Beside him followed several ever-changing demon lords and chaos wizards radiating a ghostly blue light.

However, these demons seem to be at odds with Nurgle, who symbolizes decay and stagnation, standing beside them.

Perhaps the awakening of Casca has activated new targets for the entire dormant universe—whether it be Primarchs lurking and living in seclusion within the Empire, or traitors who have long since sided with Chaos, they have all reappeared in the world along with Casca at the turn of the forty-first millennium.

[You guys actually managed to collaborate?]

Casca frowned as he warily observed the two uninvited guests before him.

Nurgle and Tzeentch, two forces that are usually at odds, have surprisingly chosen to cooperate in order to stop the advance of Casca.

“You can’t go on like this—perhaps Guilliman’s ending is more suitable for you.”

Magnus said.

Most people might just think this guy is trying to beat them up; but Casca has seen what that little loli Man looks like before.
Casca felt a chill run down his spine.

[Damn lolicon—you transform yourself first!]

Without giving it much thought, Casgar's flames once again targeted the wizard from Tzeentch.

"This was not my intention, my friend. I was just following orders."

"Is that what Guilliman looks like now?"

"Well, I gave that noisy and arrogant guy a little hard time, that's all."

It's easy to say.

But Casca doesn't believe that his personal hobbies weren't involved.

The power of Chaos will always be greater than that of the human empire, but their goal, or rather, the best way for them to become stronger, is to slowly and steadily push this tragic empire toward its inevitable demise.

But that doesn't mean they can let Casca run rampant.

As a wise man, Tzeentch naturally understood the principle of mutual dependence – He did not want Nurgle to be able to monopolize Alterama.

But in his calculations, if he just stood by and watched, even Nurgle Gardens would be burned to the ground by Kaska in the future.

—Especially since the great rift he had anticipated had not yet unfolded, and for some reason, the unreliable Abaddon had postponed the planned expedition against Kadia once again—in addition, the beasts had already risen in Amegiddon, and the power from the newly formed orcish empire was constantly clearing away all obstacles in their path.

Chaos was already severely weakened ten thousand years ago. Although, on a personal level, He was quite pleased to see Nurgle's Garden burned down, if Chaos continued to fight among itself, it was very likely that this great game would slip out of His control.

"Welcome back to the 40K era."

While fending off the flames in Casca's hands, Magnus calmly said, "As a long-lost friend, I long for your return."

"Let me show you the human empire that you still cannot save despite your attempts and efforts."

Have you ever thought about why?

He paused deliberately for a moment, then shot out along with the dazzling ball of magical energy in his hand.

"All of this is the Great Game of the True Gods."

“From beginning to end, your actions have never escaped the control of the true gods.”

Although Kasgar did indeed cause the Chaos Gods to suffer great losses ten thousand years ago.

—But in any case, this is all part of the Lord of Change's plan.

Moreover, they will not repeat the same mistake. This time, they will keep a close watch on Casca and resolutely prevent him from trying to sabotage the Great Game again.

It's very simple. Just like Tzeentch helped Guilliman in the original story, all you need to do now is help Nurgle in the same way.

balance.

With just a little bit of balance, everything will develop as He intended.

"Shit stirrer!"

Of course, the description uttered by Casca in anger might be more suitable for Tzeentch at this moment.

If Chaos hadn't been afraid of him, why would Nurgle and Tzeentch have joined forces to deal with him?

Magnus and his master had a clear objective—they could no longer keep Casca awake, nor could they allow the Smurfs to continue massing troops!

Whether Nurgle corrupts the five hundred worlds of Ultramar in the end, or Tzeentch twists these worlds with his power, this area must be brought under the control of Chaos!

The incident ten thousand years ago was just an accident; they could not possibly give Casgar and Guilliman another chance to revive the human empire!

"Hahahaha! My friend, I have high hopes for you!"

Seeing that the opponent was locked in a fierce battle with the Primarch, Kugas laughed and sprayed a large amount of disgusting green pus from his body to repair the burns on his body.

"Soon, we will all be reunited in His garden!"

As he spoke, he returned to the sedan chair, clutching the giant cauldron in his hands, and headed towards the distant, miasma-shrouded, withered forest with the laughing Nurgle beside him.

"Report on the battle situation."

Second Company Commander Cato Sicarius, while silently frowning and flipping through documents, said, "I'm just holding up a piece of Loliman's hand."

Just when Magnus and Casca were both unable to defeat each other, Sicarius, the second company commander controlled by Loriman, finally gave the order to retreat.

The soldiers on the front lines have begun to show severe symptoms of disease poisoning, and if the fighting continues, it will drag them into the territory that Nurgle is best at.

However, seeing the human empire retreat, Magnus stopped and withdrew, without pursuing the retreating human army.

"Gununu!!!"

"Damn Magnus!!!"

"My lord, you can no longer remove the crown that symbolizes my honor from my head!"

"Um?!"

"Uh, sir, please make yourself at home."

"Humph!"

The angry Loli Man ignored the other's distress and continued to vent her anger by picking at the red and white broom bristles on Sicarius's helmet.

(The image shows Cato Sicarius with his broom-head helmet.)
If she hadn't known that she had lost all her strength, she would have definitely gone forward to fight that villain for another three hundred rounds!
As for the final battle report, it was no surprise that, although both sides suffered some casualties, apart from the few Great Unclean Ones that Kasgar had killed, the Imperials of Man could not further expand their gains against Nurgle.

But this is also a kind of failure.

The stagnant filth has been corrupting everything in Pamenio: the water, the ecosystem, the surface structure, and the entire cycle have all become highly toxic due to the power of stagnant decay.

This has always been Nurgle's offensive strategy.

Although these clumsy creatures are not good at offensive warfare, they can use the power of corruption and contamination to lure the enemy into taking the initiative, and then achieve the effect of annihilating the enemy through counterattack tactics.

They had succeeded many times in previous battles.

Soon this planet will become uninhabitable for humans—they must complete the breakthrough of the enemy's positions as soon as possible.

But this is easier said than done?

With the Demon Primarch Magnus blocking their way, even the Emperor's power avatar struggled to break through their defenses.

—Even in this battle, Magnus fought alone, without even deploying his Thousand Sons Traitor Legion!
One Nurgle is enough for everyone to handle, let alone another Tzeentch.
How many more chaotic armies will they have to face in the future?

Despair enveloped the entire war council hall in Pamenio.

“I have a plan.”

Mathieu?

A respondent who surprised the second company commander.

"what do you want to say?"

As the representative of the priests of the Imperial Church, he stood up and replied, "I received instructions from the Emperor's messenger and had a conversation with the Emperor's incarnation."

"How did he say?"

"He has a plan."

Mathieu's furrowed brows relaxed, and he smiled.

He also said that he needed something, an artifact, to completely purify Nurgle from the corruption in this world, and indeed in all of the human world.

"【The Blood Bell of Cardia】, a bell that rings when Cardia faces mortal danger, stored in Laurentix of the Belis Crown System."

"He promised that he would never trade this clock for the aliens."

(End of this chapter)