Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 81 You're right, but the Centaur Gold Ring

“You’re right, Casgar.”

After a moment of silence, Fugrim spoke.

She quickly walked towards the other person.

One step, two steps.

It’s getting closer, very closer.

A relieved smile appeared on Casca's face.

Soon, Fugrim will be in his arms—

Stupid!
The flaming sword swiftly slashed towards his neck!
Even he couldn't dodge this attack in time.

Casca's head fell to the ground in terror and rolled several times.

"Tell me, who are you?"

"How did you find out, Fugrim?"

A stream of thick, black liquid suddenly gushed from the severed head of the "Casca," reattaching it to the neck that had been cut off by flames.

His disguise should have been flawless.

"On the fingers."

"You don't have the centaur gold ring I gave him."

Centaur gold ring.

From what Casca said, a symbol of love.

No?
"Casgar" looked at his hands.

its not right.

He was clearly wearing that gold ring on his disguise, so how could he not be wearing it?

"Perhaps you think there's nothing wrong with your disguise."

Fugrim twirled her flaming sword in a beautiful flourish.

"But only I can see, only I can know, the meaning of love contained in Casca's hands."

"It's that centaur gold ring again, and that nonsensical excuse again."

Casca's face suddenly twisted and contorted into a ferocious expression.

"Damn it, neither of you is human!!!"

Break the defense.

Centaur, centaur, centaur, gold ring, gold ring, gold ring—

Shout, shout, shout!!!

That was the night Casca left Melusin's room after curing her wilt disease.

He was indeed attacked by assassins who had been lying in wait for a long time.

Faced with this situation, Casca chose to give up resistance and pretend to be captured.

Upon reaching the stronghold, He-Tui!'s strong acid corroded the shackles on his hands, allowing him to easily defeat the remaining assassins inside.

The deaths of the thirty-six people present just happened to complete the final step of the summoning ritual in the room.

A dazzling, blasphemous light enveloped the entire room in an instant.

"Varied"

But at that very moment, Kasgar was dragged into the warp by Sabazus, which had been summoned through an evil ritual.

From then on, Fugrim's collar could no longer locate Kasgar.

In the warp-like illusions influenced by the ritual, he will have plenty of time to tempt this mortal to his downfall.

For a demon, especially one who had recently been blessed by the powerful Slaanesh, this was not a difficult task at all.

He had used the same method to lure countless intelligent beings into the embrace of the Dark Prince.

Until he met Casca.

Sabazius: "Come with me into the abyss of pleasure~"

Casca: "I have a centaur gold ring."

Sabazius: "What you hold onto is but a fleeting illusion; only love and desire endure forever."

Casca: "I have a centaur gold ring."

Sabazus: "Can't you say something else?"

Casca: "Thirty years. In those thirty years, it was just the two of us, her and me."

Casca: "And in the end, she gave it to me. And I've had it ever since, a small centaur gold ring."

Casca: "I have a centaur gold ring."

The same dialogue continued countless times.

Exhausted, Sabazius cried out, "Why haven't you fallen yet! Fall into depravity!!!"

Casca: "I have a centaur gold ring."

After a long time.

Casca: "I have a centaur gold ring."

Sabazius: "I have a centaur gold ring."

Pshaw! I don't have a centaur gold ring!
Sabazus was furious, having almost been outmaneuvered by his opponent.

Crazy old man.

That fucking lunatic.

This is Sabazus's reflection after almost corrupting himself.

He dissipated the warp illusion that lingered in Casca's room, and his true form returned to the high heavens.

run away.

If I can't afford to mess with them, I can always run away, right?

But it seems that in Casca's hands, he has little chance of escaping.

"They've admitted defeat? The illusion has finally disappeared?"

Casca's lips curled into an impatient smile.

At that very moment, his right hand began to burst into flames.

A flame that can erase everything that exists.

"finally."

"I'm fed up with all this red tape!"

He gleefully brandished the flame in his hand and charged toward Sabazius.

"Die, you demon!"

quack!
Sabazus was devastated.

Can anyone tell me why a mortal's projection in the warp would be so bizarre?!
why! ! !
In subspace, we can see a rich diversity of life.

Just as a flame can madly pursue a demon, soaring through the infinite and ever-changing heavens.

"Demon, where do you think you're going?!"

Chased by a ball of fire, Sabazus had no choice but to secretly hint to his followers during the run that they should quickly open a portal to the real world through a ritual.

He's coming to seek refuge.

The demons sought refuge in the real world.

A very novel reason.

Of course, we wouldn't say that directly to ordinary believers.

Even so, Kasgar continued to follow him, burning down one summoning ritual stronghold after another.

Until recently, while rescuing the two sons of the Emperor, Telmar and Thorne, he also burned down his last stronghold.

Fortunately, during the ceremony held by the Byzantine mortals in the capital, they successfully distracted Kasca, giving Sabazus enough breathing room.

Now, Sabazus only has one last option left.

Bewitch Fugrim.

Unfortunately, there's a reason why these two extraordinary people could fall in love.

Fugrim: "I also have a centaur gold ring."

Centaur gold ring!

It's it again! It's it again!!!
Please, please stop talking about the centaur gold ring!

After his defenses were breached once again by the Centaur's Golden Ring, Sabazus fell into PTSD.

His heart was weary.

He somewhat regretted why he had chosen to become a demon in the first place.

Was it all for today's torment?

you're right.

But the Centaur gold ring.

Thoughts brought back to the present.

Sabazus remained standing in the same spot.

He could sense that an eternally burning flame was breaking through the veil of the warp and approaching him.

"Forgrim, don't go near him!"

"Let me go!"

That crazy guy, Casca, is here.

Tiny golden-red flames ignited beneath Sabazius's feet.

"This time, let's see where you can run to now!"

Casca shouted.

escape?
Sabazus closed his eyes wearily.

Why run away? Are you going to wait until later, when you try to seduce humans again, only to be driven mad once more by the centaur's golden ring?

Sabazus felt that he had lost the meaning of life.

Tired, destroy it.

In the flames, it turned to ashes.

You win, Centaur Gold Ring.

"call."

Casca's feet finally touched the ground once again.

This time, a centaur gold ring was clearly visible on his hand.

"Casgar!!!"

Then, he felt a fragrant breeze, accompanied by a tight embrace that held him close.

Then came a loud sobbing.

Large tears dripped onto his shoulder.

"Don't cry, sweetie—it's okay, just cry it out if you want to, it'll make you feel better."

"Just don't keep everything bottled up inside."

Kasgar knew that Fugrim had been under immense pressure lately.

Since joining the Great Expedition, she has never truly made a difference on the battlefield.

During the banquet, faced with the remarkable achievements of her other siblings, she, who considered herself perfect, felt somewhat inferior.

Even though the Emperor did not show any dissatisfaction towards Fugrim because of this, the strong-willed Fugrim felt even more guilty.

She wants to prove herself.

In these desolate ruins, the once confident and composed Star Princess Fugrim embraced Kasgar and wept bitterly.

long time.

"I'm so tired, Casca."

"Ah."

"We are the only legion to be granted the title of Imperial Skyhawks; we are the Empire's role model."

"I must always be at my best."

"Yes, it's okay. Let's work together towards perfection."

"There are so many things I need to do on the Great Expedition. I can't let those fallen legion warriors be disgraced."

“But the other Primarchs don’t look down on me, they all look down on our Third Legion.”

"I must prove it to them all."

"It's alright, Fugrim. We've already taken over an entire world with just a few Space Marines, and we've given them a good slap in the face!"

"I didn't mean to be so hasty."

"But I'm so scared, so scared that in the end I'll lose you too."

"It's alright, Fugrim, I'm still here."

Casca listened quietly to the vulnerability she concealed beneath her perfect facade.

And gently comforted her.

It's always better to vent than to keep it bottled up inside and say nothing.

As for how to comfort her, Casca also has her own unique techniques.

"It's all Guilliman's fault!"

"Casca shouted angrily."

It's all his fault!
"He's so mean! All he does is brag about that crappy 500-world inheritance he inherited!"

"What's with the arrogance? He inherited it all from his adoptive father, King Connor. What does it have to do with him? The Ultramarines were even added to his army by the Emperor!"

"What skills could Guilliman possibly have?!"

"They can't compare to Chemos, which we built ourselves up from scratch! Right, Fugrim?"

"If a fight really breaks out, we can easily slit his throat with a swordsmanship contest!"

"Yes, that's right! It's that Guilliman, he's absolutely wicked!"

Fugrim immediately went from crying to laughing.

The best way to comfort someone is to create an enemy.

Nobody is more suited to take the blame than Guilliman.

"If you have any pressure in the future, just take it out on me."

"Really?"

Fugrim looked up, a look of surprise on her face.

"Well, pretend I didn't say that."

"No, I heard it. Casca, you said it all."

"Look forward to it from now on."

Fugrim stood up, gently patted the dust off his clothes, and kissed him on the forehead again.

Casca had a bad feeling.

He felt that his pelvis was about to suffer another serious injury.

The two stood up and looked at the ashes left behind after the demon had burned.

"Casca, what was that thing that was impersonating you just now?"

Well...

demon?

Or perhaps it is a manifestation of desire?

This suggests that Fugrim harbors a deep-seated desire to escape everything.

Who can truly know?

"Anyway, it's not a good thing."

"In short, if you ever encounter a situation where a voice is whispering in your ear, just come to me to deal with it."

Casca waved his right hand.

After this period of use, the light gold cracks have been rising from the wrist and have begun to spread across the entire right arm.

"Won't you be in danger?"

Seeing this, Fugrim stepped forward with concern and stroked his arm, which was covered in golden cracks.

She knew about this mutation from the moment it first appeared and asked him to conduct a full examination.

However, no matter how the tests were performed, the results showed no problems.

It was as if the golden-red cracks never existed.

In the end, after giving him a few words of advice, Fugrim gave up on asking any further questions.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is probably a sign of some kind of psychic awakening in me."

Casca replied, "But I don't know what I'll become if the crack really breaks completely."

"No."

Suddenly, Casca heard a faint, mosquito-like whisper in his ear.

"what?"

"Don't use this anymore, Casca. I'm afraid I'll lose you."

Fugrim's face was filled with heartache.

She held tightly to Casca's right arm, reluctant to let go.

Maybe.

Kasgar used to look down on those red-eyed Oglins who played with psionic powers, but now that his psionic powers have awakened, he's become incredibly fond of them.

This is so useful!

Exorcism, healing, and even special attacks!
But Kasgar himself knew that relying too much on psychic power was not a good thing.

If it explodes, turning into ashes like those of a red-letter soldier would be considered a good outcome.

If another Eye of Fear explodes, then we're truly doomed.

He couldn't just lose his physical body like that; he still had a female primordial body waiting to be fed at home!
It's best to use it as little as possible.

Kaska secretly made up his mind.

"Right, we need to get back quickly."

“Abdron is currently defending the capital of Byzantium, and the nobles are very likely to rebel when I leave.”

As he spoke, Fugrim gripped his arm tightly.

Perhaps those rebellious nobles could not defeat the god-like warriors of Astartes.

But if they want to perish together with us and detonate hidden nuclear weapons to turn the continent into ruins, then it will be very troublesome.

At that time, the entire continent will be covered by nuclear radiation wasteland.

Just like Chemos back then.

Byzantines is a resource-rich planet, which is why it was chosen as 28-1 as the starting point for the expedition.

At the crucial moment of the Great Crusade, Fugrim did not have the spare energy to modify it as he had to modify Chemos.

They must hurry and stop the nobles' madness.

"You mean the nobles in the capital have rebelled?"

Casca chuckled awkwardly.

"I already took care of it when I came here before."

Of course, it's best not to ask how it was solved.

(End of this chapter)