Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 264 Ark of Bad Omen
"Are you really sure?!"

"If we throw these things into that damned bug nest, they'll be poisoned?"

The Extreme Starfield, the front line against the Behemoth hive fleet.

The lurking, invisible raven guards are communicating intensely using sign language.

They have been fighting the Behemoth hive fleet for years, during which time both sides have had their share of victories and defeats.

At this stage of the war, all tactics have been used and all kinds of surprise attacks have been tried. Now all that's left is the most primitive war of attrition, with the Ultramarines constantly pulling and tugging at the Zerg fleet.

Your swarm of insects may be endless, but my Smurfs are just as endless!
Logically, after suffering losses exceeding a certain threshold, the Hive Fleet would seek out more suitable targets on the rooftops. However, perhaps because the world of Alteramar behind them was more tempting, or perhaps they were pursuing some grander purpose, the Hive Fleet showed no sign of retreating during the prolonged attrition.

Fortunately, good news finally came from the rear of Altramer recently.

While they were trapped by the relentless harassment of the Zerg fleet, the plague war in the rear had come to an end—with humanity completely driving the Chaos scum out of the Five Hundred Worlds.

It is said that the Great Emperor, along with Saint Mathieu—the patron saint who rose to prominence during the Plague Wars—single-handedly destroyed Nurgle's Plague Cauldron, thus driving these vile warp creatures back to their homeland.

Once the plague war in the rear is won, it means that the soldiers on the front lines will no longer have to worry about being attacked from both sides. The material aid and fresh troops from the five hundred worlds can also continuously rush to the front lines to jointly fight against the Behemoth hive fleet.

“But why,” another Raven Guard gestured excitedly, “is our support weapon a bunch of badly baked cookies?”

It's still placed in a static force field!

It's like something extremely precious!

Surely the Ultramarines' food shouldn't be that bad? They usually get to eat Glocks steaks and drink Amasset every now and then.

These have absolutely nothing to do with the label—what? You're saying this is poison? Specifically designed to be placed in the digestive tracts of that swarm?
Despite not understanding it, the Raven Guards accepted the mission.

"I initially thought it would be a naval fleet coming, but it's been years and the High Lord hasn't sent their fleet to help us—what are these people thinking?"

As for the forces that Holy Terra has been sending to them, they have always been in a very tight position. No one knows why the High Lords Council has always kept a large number of Astral Army and naval fleets in the Solar System, but the current situation is that while the Extreme Starfield is facing attacks from both the Zerg Swarm and Chaos, the High Lords can provide very little support.

"Shut up. Stop chatting and just do as I say."

The Dark Raven Guard squad leader gestured for the other to focus, and under the protection of the cloaking force field, he approached the Tyranid Swarm Decomposer that was coming and going—the Tear Swarm—and finally dumped all the cookies from his backpack in front of the other.

"Let's see the effect first."

“These tearing worms are attracted to replenish biomass—if such things can really be called biomass.”

Just after the Dark Raven Guard squad leader threw the biscuits in his hand onto the open space near the digestive pool, the newly born, hungry Tear Worms seemed to have caught a whiff of this biomass information and began to swarm around the previously barren open space.

Surprisingly, the tearing worm didn't immediately devour and digest the biomass after getting close. Instead, it circled around the scattered biscuits with some suspicion, hesitating to taste them.

It seemed like he was hesitating about something.

"What's wrong with that bug?"

"I don't know, let's take a look first."

It seems that a struggle for survival is taking place within the brain of the Ripper, between the instinct for survival and the underlying code. In the end, the underlying code prevails. After all, the hive's will hatches the Ripper simply to collect biomass and does not endow it with any additional intelligence to consume energy.

"!"

After eating the biscuit, the tearing worm struggled twice as if it were choking, then collapsed to the ground and became still.

"Captain, this poison only kills one Ripper! Can this level of poison really stop the swarm from advancing?"

"It's not over yet—"

The Ripper that arrived behind the dead insect had no idea why it had died such a violent death—to the lowly insect race without self-awareness, the dead Ripper was nothing more than another piece of biomass to be recycled.

eat!
As long as most of the biomass is not damaged, it can still be ingested and recycled into the incubation pool, where it will also decompose into biomass in the digestion pool.

The Tearbug will take anything that can be recycled.

including yourself.

And so, the latter began to eat his predecessor who had fallen to the ground.

"!"

Then, like its predecessors, the tearing worm collapsed to the ground and never got up again.

if encountering biomass

then eat

Until you're full of spicy food

Then it enters the digester.

As more and more tearing worms fell victim to the poison, their numbers piled up.

What is this? Biomass! Take a bite.

Ugh—it's poisonous.

died.

What is this? Biomass! Take a bite.

Ugh—it's poisonous.

died.

What is this? Biomass.
"That's enough. It looks like things are going well. Make a note of it and let's move on to the next digestion pool."

The Dark Raven Guard squad leader nodded in satisfaction, signaling the members behind him to follow and continue dropping the items at another location.

Although he didn't know how this potent toxin was made, it was indeed effective.

"I really don't understand."

"How did you manage to make these things? I looked at every step of the process, and everything seemed perfectly normal."

Inside the Phoenix Clan's battle barge, Melusin is analyzing the magical properties of Aqua Cookies in the apothecary's laboratory to determine their origin.

She had previously only thought that Aqua was a bad cook.

Who would have thought that ten thousand years later, Aqua's creations seemed to have broken some kind of seal, and the poison in her casual creations was even more terrifying than that developed by the great apothecary Melusin!
Even Melusin is unable to reverse engineer the content through analysis.

It cannot be explained by science!

This is almost what Melisandre fears most right now—as a materialist who believes in the truth of the Empire, Melisandre feels that she really has a hard time explaining this matter using the truth of the Empire.

Forget it, I won't think about problems I can't figure out.

Let's think about how to deal with the storm that's about to hit Holy Terra.

The Phoenix's battle barge is carrying a motley crew of all sorts of characters toward Holy Terra.

The Plague Wars nearly made Caul's Primitive Warriors famous—the fact that the Emperor himself descended and possessed a Primitive Warrior Chapter Master was more effective than any advertisement. From then on, no one doubted Caul's loyalty in modifying the Emperor's technology or whether he had hidden backdoors.

Driven by Guilliman and signed by Second Company Commander Cato Sicarius, the Ultramarines and their sub-companies underwent a major overhaul of the Primal Forge following the Plague Wars.

Kaul has become a big name in the Extreme Starfield—and to repay Kasgar for promoting the original technology, he seems to have contributed all his ballast genetic seeds, saying he wants to quickly produce ten thousand Primal Forged Space Marines for the Phoenix Children.
"Ten thousand? Isn't that a bit much? How am I supposed to explain to the Inquisition why my warband has grown to the size of a legion?"

Guilliman agreed.

".walk slowly."

If the judge truly believes she is Guilliman.

He (now she) has indeed contributed the most; Guilliman desperately wants someone to take on the role of regent.

As for the actual controller of the Ultramarines, Chapter Master Calgar, he promised to go to support Calgar's operation immediately after dealing with the internal affairs of Ultramar.

With their help, the Behemoth hive fleet suffered heavy losses—even the swarm, which prided itself on its superior self-evolutionary capabilities, could not defeat Aqua Biscuits despite its best efforts—and in the end, the hive fleet, whose digestive pools were almost entirely contaminated and unusable, had no choice but to retreat to minimize its losses.

The human empire had considered using poison to deal with the Terran.

However, given the swarm's extremely rapid self-evolution and iteration speed, even the most potent venom will only help the opponent evolve more resistant individuals.

But why!
Even after the Behemoth hive fleet tried all the gene sequences of the species it had devoured, it still couldn't find any genes that could resist the "venom".

Aqua's move was ruthless.

The practice of directly contaminating the swarm's biomass pool is too insidious; even a giant devourer would have to detour around it.

Of course, these are all things to be discussed later.

Moreover, even if Kasgar couldn't help Ultramarines Chapter Master Calgar successfully escape from the fight against the Hive Fleet, gaining the support of the Ultramarines under Guilliman's (now Loriman) orders would be a piece of cake.

——Everything is ready.

With Guilliman's help (even though she's looking to slip away now), and the assistance of hundreds of thousands of Ultramarines; plus the glory and recognition he receives from being possessed by the Emperor, the likelihood of the Custodians and Holy Terra opposing him will be significantly reduced.

—Only subspace travel remains as the last remaining hidden danger.

"Mortalian, how about our voyage back to Holy Terra?"

Fortunately, they have the super divination master Mortalian who can use his unparalleled numerology to make predictions for everyone—which will be a great help for their future voyage after Casca "lost" his prophetic abilities.

"Calculations are in progress."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and began to shake the incense burner in his hand—Barbarus had long been completely destroyed, and the burner now contained only ordinary incense—although he himself utterly despised psychic powers and witchcraft rituals, his actions seemed remarkably similar to those of psychic rituals no matter how you looked at it.

"I see you've taken quite a few steps—what, is seven no longer your lucky number?"

"It hasn't been like that for a long time."

".Tsk."

“If the calculations are correct.” Mortalian’s footsteps began to pace irregularly on the bridge, like a sorcerous prayer. “No, I can’t change that.”

"Get ready, we might be in trouble soon."

"When and where?"

"Just five minutes into the voyage."

A massive, space debris—but a colossal, enormous piece of it—came into view.

That was not just junk, but a colossal warship formed from subspace mechanical power!

Its outer shell was brutally squeezed by the forces of machinery and flesh, appearing somewhat chaotic yet somehow...
"That's... the Ark of Doom?"

The Ominous Ark was originally a space wreck. These colossal ship aggregates were initially formed in the warp from wreckage and floating vessels, crudely fused together by the chaotic forces of Vashtor.

They drift with the tides of subspace, filled with the energy of the High Heaven, and are often further distorted by the pull of celestial gravity and the rampant growth of mutated flesh.

"The Ominous Ark has appeared in the warp. It seems [Vashtor] has also begun his operation."

but--

As the Ominous Ark drew ever closer, seemingly about to crash into their battle barge at any moment, Casca felt a sudden sense of familiarity.

It felt like I'd seen this ship somewhere before.

Wait, Casca! Casca...didn't you recognize me?

Suddenly, Fugrim’s incredulous voice came from Kasgar’s shoulder.

No, no, you're lying to me, right? This was just a bad joke, wasn't it? Casca, stop playing dumb!

"?"

He was a little confused.

[Hehe, what's going on, Casca? I suggest you quickly figure out this ship's origins, or you'll be waiting to coax her for thirty standard Terra years!]

[Tsk tsk tsk, this guy really is a scumbag. He doesn't even remember this, obviously he doesn't care about you at all—he's really too mean!]

Not only that, but on the other side, there was also a mischievous Forgrim stirring things up from the other side.
【never mind!!!!】

You could tell from her tone that Fugrim was actually very angry.

They say they'll let it go, but thinking about it, it's clear they won't just let it go like that.

Look at the base of that wrecked spaceship! It's right there, inside!

Waaaaah—you really, really didn't remember.

What is the foundation of this ominous ark?
and many more.

Under the probing of psionic energy, Kasgar finally saw the true form of the ship, which had been distorted by chaos.

It was the very same flagship that Casca had been searching for all along, the former flagship of the Legion!
【The Emperor's Pride】

"Then what else is there to say?"

"Notify all Phoenix Sons to prepare to seize the ship!"

Inside the Eye of Fear.

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon is very happy now.

Not long ago, the commander of the Death Guard from Nurgle arrived with his entire legion to join us: everything was just like the Great Rebellion ten thousand years ago.

—Even though he came to seek refuge out of desperation, Abaddon could feel the sincerity in his sincerity.

Forget it, just say what you have to say.

Abbott did not trust Typhon, that old traitor.

But the entire legion of Death Guards under his command is just too good to pass up.

Although they were torn apart and scattered due to the disastrous defeat in the plague war, the tens of thousands of people who remain are enough to stir up another storm on the frontier of the human empire, or to join forces with the Black Legion to carry out a surprise attack on an important imperial world (such as Cardia, Cardia, and Cardia).

Woohoo, even legions are willing to take these!

Even if he, the Chaos War General, doesn't move an inch here, his legion will still take him in.

Moreover, this wasn't the only good news Abaddon heard.

Not long ago, just as he was gathering the Black Legion to prepare for the thirteenth expedition, another powerful warp demigod found him.

【Creator】Vashtorr the Arkifane, a demigod without part in chaos, lord of the soul furnace.

It is the demonic demigod of inventors, engineers, scientists, and craftsmen.

Vashtor's status in the non-material realm is beyond question.

But so far, His efforts to ascend to the status of a true God have been consistently thwarted.

On the one hand, His influence on the material universe is insufficient; on the other hand, there is a certain emperor who occupies the position (the real position) without doing his work, which prevents his successor from ascending to godhood.

Therefore, Vashtor chose to join forces with Abaddon in order to establish his own position in the real world while blowing the placeholder and his toilet into the sky.

It has its own sphere of influence in the warp, and its unique position makes it a distinct entity among the warp gods.

Vashtor is also the master of all the Soul Forges.

These enormous foundries, existing in abstract form, are a realm composed of black iron and steam, colliding gears and roaring pistons.

Any demon can come to these forges to seek out the soul traders who reside there and sign a contract with them.

Demons harvest the souls of mortals at an agreed price and deliver them to the Soul Forge. In exchange, these souls are stuffed into machines and transformed into terrifying fusions of war machines and demons.

His purpose in coming here was naturally to sign a contract with Abaddon.

Vashtor and Abaddon's collaboration aims to search for fragments of an ancient relic known as the "Key".

It is said that if the fragments can be reassembled, their holders will not only be able to open network portals at will, but also directly create new network portals.

You can even open the legendary [Ancient Sacred Treasure Vault].

It is said that it is filled with various weapons and knowledge left behind by the ancient saints during the War of Heaven.

Among these relics is a relic known as "The Weapon," which not only destroys the human empire but also provides Vashtor with the aid needed to ascend to the fifth evil god.

Therefore, in order to achieve cooperation, the Creator and his machines and ark will fight for Abaddon's Black Crusade.

Both sides have their own needs.

"it is good!"

This couldn't be better for Abaddon!

With the help of Vashtor's creations and the Deathguard Legion, his next Black Crusade will definitely be able to completely break through that damned Cadia!

However, a sudden communication abruptly silenced his excited shouts.

"."

Abaddon frowned after receiving the messenger's message.

"What do you mean by saying that our Nurgle Space Marines got diarrhea from eating cookies?"

(End of this chapter)