Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 78 He Burns Brighter Than the Devil

Da da.

Kasgar emerged from the warp portal behind him.

He doesn't look to be in very good condition.

The exquisite clothing he was wearing showed extensive signs of corrosion and tattering, and he didn't even have a single weapon at hand, let alone any power armor.

He fought entirely by wielding his burning right arm.

"Casca, what are you doing here? The Primarch has been looking for you!"

"Telma shouted."

"I understand. I'll go back after I've dealt with this monster."

His cracked right hand reignited with flames.

"Hey little rascal, come and try my big baked bun!!!"

"Burn it!"

Kasga shouted, as a burst of golden-red flames erupted from his right hand, engulfing the entire room in a fiery red, like the setting sun.

And what about the dancer?
In the golden-red flames, she finally revealed her true colors.

A hideous monster with bull horns, crab claws, multiple hands, and even different organs on the left and right sides of its body appeared before him in the firelight.

"Alien!!!"

Telma shouted and fired his explosive gun at her.

But then a sudden flash of light appeared on her body, and the bullets seemed to merge into her body, causing no actual damage.

"what!!!"

She let out a shrill roar, and then burst into a powerful purple flash.

With that burst of strength, she broke free from the restraints of Casca's right hand and pulled away again, her body covered in flames.

Howling, it pounced on Casca.

It's quite heat-resistant.

"Damn little beast!"

Casca raised his right arm, which was engulfed in flames, and began to fight his opponent.

"Telma, you guys deal with the rest of the stuff here first. I'll come help you after I burn him to death!!"

".good!"

Telma finally regained some of her senses.

There are no guests or maids left in this room.

Before him was nothing but a group of pathetic chunks of flesh writhing on the filthy ground.

They can be vaguely identified by their appearance as having once been human.

But it seems that, under intense and decadent stimulation, they are now quite far removed from humanity.

Inside the room, the murals that were once full of artistic flair have all disappeared.

On the ugly walls formed by the filthy blood, only some broken human tissues were roughly pieced together in this filthy room.

To be honest, even though Telma was used to seeing battlefield limbs and fragments, a feeling of nausea and disgust still filled his throat when he saw what was in front of him.

Nausea.

Disgusting, disgusting!

Those alluring and beautiful maids, after being scorched by Casca's fire, were reduced to hideous, deformed, horned monsters.

It was waving its crab claws and lunging at him.

The truth of everything returned to their view.

"Damn it, what kind of monsters are these now?"

He frowned and raised his explosive gun at the monsters.

Several bullets streaked through the air, shooting towards the monsters coming from all directions within the room.

But the monsters seemed to be very fast and agile. With a few dodges, they quickly arrived beside Telma.

Just in time!

Compared to long-range shooting, Telma naturally prefers close-quarters combat.

Almost all the sons of emperors like to do this.

Until he was punished by a certain unscrupulous chief lord commander who used a retractable shield to poke him.

He quickly threw down the bomb gun, turned around and used the momentum to draw the Shanabar saber from his waist, slicing the monster in half at the waist.

But what's unusual is that the monster didn't gush out much blood or internal organs.

Just a few moments later, the monsters' corpses vanished from the spot.

As one of the six swords chosen by Vorgrim to join the Byzantine campaign, Telmar's combat prowess is certainly not to be underestimated.

He brandished his military knife, swiftly hacking the monsters that dared to approach into pieces.

Those ugly banshees seemed to be exhaling some kind of pink mist, trying to reinfect his thoughts.

But after the room was scorched by Casca's flames, such petty tricks could no longer shake Telma's resolve in the slightest.

"Damn it, how dare you deceive me!!!"

Filled with rage at being deceived, he charged forward, meeting their terrified gazes and screams, and cleaved them all into pieces.

Damn aliens!!!

An indescribable sense of shame and indignation filled the heart of this emperor's son.

Die, all of you! Die!
The battle ended quickly.

After being scorched by the flames of Kasgar, all the evil warp influences in the room were burned away.

With only a group of dejected Slaanesh demons remaining, there was no way they could defeat the warrior Telmar, who was currently burning with rage.

"Casca, I'm here to help you!"

Natelma drew his Shanabal saber and swung it down at the "alien" that was engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

That's right, the alien.

In his mind, this guy was nothing more than a somewhat bizarre alien.

"Die!"

Telma howled.

There must never be a monster in the world that can remember their dark history!

The honor of the Third Army must be defended!

Snapped!
Not only that, in the next instant, the monster was hit in the head by a bomb from the side.

It was Thorne, who had been silent for a long time.

He was finally able to break free from the strange influence of those monsters and rejoin the battle.

"it is good!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the two of them slowed down, Kasgar delivered another fiery punch, slamming it hard into the succubus's androgynous chest, burning large areas of wounds.

"what--"

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the female demon suddenly let out a piercing scream that went straight into the minds of the three people present.

Even Casca, who is capable of exorcising witchcraft, felt dizzy and unsteady when faced with such a pure noise attack.

Seeing that it had worked, the banshee leaped back into the subspace portal beside her.

"damn it!"

"Talmar, go back and report to Fugrim that I'm alright. I'm going after him right now!"

".good!"

Kasgar nodded to the two Legion warriors and followed the demon as it rushed into the portal in the final moments before it closed.

Everything returned to normal.

Despite being somewhat incredulous at what had just happened, Telma shakily rose again amidst the lingering shockwaves in her mind.

"How are you?"

Telma asked Thorne, who was standing nearby.

"I feel terrible. My head is spinning and my thoughts are all jumbled up."

"I can't remember anything that happened after I went through that door."

"Me too. What kind of monsters are these?"

"I don't know. By the way, where are the Cascans now?"

"Who knows."

As she spoke, Telma looked toward the center of the room.

There, lay six extremely twisted corpses.

Together with the magic circle on the ground, outlined by bloodstains and some kind of human bodily fluid, they formed an altar filled with blasphemous symbols.

Just now, they used this opened warp portal to summon...
demon.

Telma recalled those creatures and summoning methods that existed only in legends.

Unfortunately, this seemed to be no different from what he was seeing.

It seems that it was this that attracted the "dancer" and Casca, who followed closely behind.

"Damn it. Thorne, did you bring a flamethrower?"

"Only the incendiary pistol."

"Okay, let's write these things down and then burn them all."

"it is good."

Telma recalled what Casca had just done.

Of course, he wanted to burn away the nausea that lingered in his heart.

He turned around and looked at the relief door he had pushed open earlier.

After losing the witchcraft cast by the monsters, the once beautiful and alluring dancer instantly transformed into an ugly, multi-armed monster.