Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 99 Another Duel
At this very moment, inside the Primarch fleet of the Emperor's Son.

The Emperor's Pride

After a period of adjustment, most of the Astartes and Imperial soldiers from the 28th Expeditionary Fleet accepted these pointy-eared demi-humans as a much-needed personnel supplement for the fleet.

There's no way around it, their technology is just too good.

While some fanatical individuals might see this as a compromise with the Xenomorphs, the Sons of the Emperor, as the legion responsible for diplomacy and etiquette in the lore, are not overly xenophobic towards intelligent Xenomorphs that can communicate.

At most, you'll call me "Mon-keigh," and I'll call you "Alien."

They get along very well.

When Casca was in power, he naturally wouldn't have opposed this trend.

—Anyway, the future regent did it.

This is the time for the presentation.

At this time, most of the Astartes and their crew would gather in the ship's large assembly hall to listen to the Imperial preachers proclaim the truths of the Empire.

The Eldar pirates, led by Yrel, naturally wouldn't go looking for trouble.

They're not so foolish as to think that if God says he's not God, then he really isn't God.

Yrel would often gather the Eldar crew aboard the Imperial Pride at this time to jointly worship the shrine of the Phoenix King Asuyan.

He bowed three times devoutly before the statue of Phoenix King Asuyan.

"Sister, but I still have some questions."

"Do you think that human with the power of the Phoenix King is a bit too weak?"

As she spoke, Irelia glanced at the painting of Fugrim hanging in the corridor.

"As a young god of the highest heaven, he, like her, is currently in a nascent stage before awakening."

"Perhaps their current understanding of the power of the High Heaven is still very superficial, but one day they will accept their true nature."

"By then, their power will be unstoppable."

Four words.

The future is expected.

"Princess Keira, what exactly is this love story between her and our new Phoenix King that the young god spoke of?"

Hearing this, Irele felt somewhat embarrassed.

Shortly after the Eldar pirates joined the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets, Vograim, sensing a great sense of crisis, frequently reenacted stories from the era of Chemos before them.

He then demonstrated the [Thirty Years, Centaur, Gold Ring] to all of them.

This deeply shocked the young Eldar who had not experienced the Great Fall.

The new Phoenix King is in love with a young god.
Some unpleasant images appeared in Irelia's mind.

I heard this thing is really popular in the human empire.

Not only do high-ranking planetary governors and nobles enjoy watching it, but it's said that even the lower-class people in the hive city who toil all year round like to watch it during their limited free time.

"But the new Phoenix King doesn't seem to object to this."

Irelia recalled the old gold ring that Casca had worn on his right hand back then.

"He must have his own deeper meaning in doing this!"

How dare you question God's decision?!
friend!

As she spoke, she placed the thirtieth oil painting in the corridor, depicting Kasgar and Fugrim wearing centaur gold rings, next to the shrine of the Phoenix King.

And so, Kasgar accepted the offerings of thirty Aidalings for thirty minutes and thirty seconds.

Back to the Steel Fist.

"Challenging me?"

Philus looked at Casca, who was full of ambition, and smiled disdainfully.

“Even your master, the unparalleled swordsmanship of the Second Company Commander Aqua Duna, was defeated by me.”

"And what gives you the audacity to provoke me?!"

Phyllis's words became increasingly sharp with each utterance.

Kasgar didn't know whether this was her hot-tempered older sister's true nature or the influence of that damned warp demon.

"With this."

As he spoke, Kasgar revealed the psionic flame in his hand.

Stay away from him

This is a cursed flame; you must not get close to it.

That's what the voice from the depths of Phyllis's heart told her.

“I never imagined that my sister, who so devoted herself to the truth of the Empire, would have a wizard husband.”

She found it somewhat repulsive.

"But back then, witchcraft did indeed save the lives of your two lieutenants and Amar, didn't it?"

Kasgar actually hated witchcraft.

But after his hands started to catch fire, he realized that he actually hated two things.

Witchcraft, and not knowing witchcraft.

After hearing Kasgar's explanation of psionic flames, Philus's expression softened slightly.

In the previous battle, the psionic flames did indeed effectively suppress the Gadinar wizard.

In the subsequent analysis report and post-war reflection, the psychic from Gadinar was found to have possessed an almost superhuman level of psychic power.

It can not only suppress the best of the Thousand Sons Think Tank, but can even intermittently influence the Primarch for a period of time.

Kasgar played a crucial role in thwarting the assassination attempt and saving the lives of many Primarch guards and Amal.

"And because my psychic powers have not been awakened for long, it is difficult for me to fully grasp the specific effects of this flame."

"At the same time, since the Iron Hand Legion does not have a think tank, I have no way of judging how much power the psionic flames can unleash."

"Therefore, I hope to learn about my innate power by fighting powerful enemies at the Primarch level, and to save more allies and eliminate more enemies in future battles."

Casca's expression was sincere, and his words were earnest.

"Where's Amar? Why didn't he come to help you with the test?"

After hearing what Casca said, Philus's tone softened somewhat.

"he"

Kasgar laughed and said, "We tested it before; he couldn't withstand my flames."

As he spoke, he looked at Amar, who seemed a little bewildered.

Hey! It's your turn!
Say your lines!

"Ah? Ah!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Qianzi Think Tank nodded repeatedly.

“We tested it before; the Casca’s psionic flames are extremely mysterious and seem to be something I can’t withstand.”

A powerful enemy.

Unlike the enemies Philus had encountered before who were known for their brute force.

This time, the challenge comes from Casgar Sherlock, commander of the Sons of the Emperor's Legion, and is from a wizard.

"Alright. In that case, show me your power."

"But challenging a Legion Primarch to a duel is not so easy."

As she spoke, Phyllis revealed a slightly malicious smile.

"I need you to provide your bet."

Her finger pointed to Casca's waist.

"For example, the power sword that Fugrim gave you."

The senior student does indeed hold a grudge.

She also seemed saddened that her sincerity had been betrayed by Fugrim.

And he was always ready to snatch the sword from Casca's hands.

"Or rather, Casgar Sherlock, you can bet yourself."

Phyllis looked at him and smiled.
"If I lose, I will gather the strength of the entire legion to forge a power sword for you that is better, stronger, and sharper than this one."

"Although I won't lose." "Do you accept this offer?"

"I have no objection, let the competition begin."

After a moment's thought, Casca decided to take the bet.

Although the swords were precious, especially since they were a gift from Fugrim.

But compared to burning half the galaxy, this is indeed a small price to pay.

You will fail.

"A complete failure."

Standing in the large dueling cage designed by the Primarch himself, the fully armed Casgar felt the pressure from his Primarch opponent.

Unlike the Primarch who would show him endless mercy, like Vorgrim once did.

Like a ferocious female leopard that would choose its prey, Phyllis's towering shadow completely covered Casca.

"Are you ready, little one?"

Seeing the opponent's fighting posture, even though Kasgar knew that the opponent was just training, he was still a little scared.

Who knows if this demon will suddenly possess Senior Phyllis like it did on the Istvan 5?

Then give him a [Lion Flying Head Punch]?
"Go for it, Casca! Don't embarrass the sons of the Emperor."

Aqua, who was sitting to the side, shouted with a smile.

A very familiar scene.

However, this time, it was Aqua who was watching the show, not Kaska.

The poles are reversed.

"let's start."

As she spoke, Phyllis lowered her center of gravity and rushed towards her opponent at an extremely fast speed.

She does not equip herself with weapons in duels.

Or rather, her hands, covered in silver liquid metal, were her best weapon.

No matter the level of attack, it could not penetrate her incredibly resilient hands.

Faced with this fierce attack, Kasgar chose to dodge to the side.

Today, he has chosen a superb power sword crafted by Fugrim.

The reason for not choosing his most commonly used sneaky shield poke is quite simple.

A boarding shield can stop bullets, but it can't stop a human cannonball like Philus.

If he were to actually get hit by that, even if he were holding a large shield, he would be sent flying.

Fly!
But he talks as if he could beat Philus without a shield.

Even though Kasga tried his best to dodge, Philus's iron hand still almost grazed past him.

A series of counter-attacks met Casca's forward slash.

Immediately afterwards, Casca took to the air.

"Casca, where is your proud flame?"

Phyllis asked, somewhat puzzled.

It was clearly stated that only the Primarch could test the strength of this flame, so why has Kasgar been relying on his physical strength to withstand it all this time?
Do not understand.

But if that's all there is to it, then she'll gladly accept the [Severance] from Kaska's hands.

With that thought, she clenched her fists again and charged toward Casca once more.

This time, however, Casgar not only did not dodge at all, but he even blocked the sword that was held in front of him.

It was as if he wanted to take the punch head-on with his own body.

"What are you—!"

At the last moment, Philus chose to hold back.

Even if she has a slightly explosive temper, she wouldn't go so far as to deliver a flying punch to a subordinate who has just made a great contribution, like the Lion King.

It's now!

The moment Philus withdrew her strength, the golden-red flames on Casca's right arm ignited instantly.

Then, risking a heavy punch to the chest, Casca's right hand climbed up her silver arm.

In an instant, flames burst forth.

Casca is searching.

He firmly believed that Phyllis would never say anything that would encourage the Iron Hand to undergo mechanization and become increasingly inhuman.

They must have been bewitched by some unknown creatures!
The instant the flames scorched Philus, Kasgar began scanning her soul.

Weird!
right here!

After realizing that something was amiss, Casgar's flames tried to identify the other party.

It really was you!
In that instant, the vision from the highest heavens allowed him to see the other party's identity clearly.

King of Sapphires!
A demon from Slaanesh!

Born in the past, but through the hatred of its own flesh and blood emanating from the steel hand of death in the future, it attached itself to that wrecked spaceship.

Ultimately, after Philus boarded the warship, she secretly infiltrated the Primarch's consciousness.

Subtly guide the Primarch to accept the future of full mechanization under the Steel Hand!

Thus, a closed loop of cause and effect and destiny is formed.

"Damn it, you guys are everywhere."

Kasgar could sense that, when faced with his flames, this demon, skilled at bewitching people, had nowhere to hide!

fire!
Burn it!
Flames engulfed the damned demon.

Even without a sound, Casca could still seem to hear the other's screams.

continue!

Increase the firepower!

As Casca's will was conveyed, the flames from his right hand intensified.

I want to see this damned demon completely wiped out of the world!
Soon!

Soon!
Kasgar could feel that his opponent was becoming weaker and weaker under the scorching heat of his flames. Soon, he would be done!

Even though her chest was throbbing with pain from Philus's attack, just a little longer—

"Is this all the strength you have?"

"It's ridiculous."

boom.

With a tremendous tremor, Kasgar was impatiently blasted away by the Primarch.

He and his prized flame were extinguished so easily by Phyllis's punch.

He didn't burn to death.

Feeling pain all over his body, Kasga was somewhat helpless.

All I can say is that the plan was far too hasty.

Even burning that unknown demon in Byzantium took him so long.

It would be far too difficult to burn a named and powerful demon to death in such a short time.

It's possible if Asuyan really comes in person.

But Kasgar is ultimately just a new body reborn from the ashes of the Phoenix King.

Fire is merely a special ability used to fight demons.

However, this does not mean that it is a panacea.

If only it were that easy to burn a great demon to death.

Casca thought to himself.

But the reality is that even Guilliman, wielding the Emperor's Sword, would have to fight Mortalian for a while if he really encountered him. Not only could he not burn Mortalian to death, but he couldn't even win a fight against him.

"Now, this is really a difficult situation."

(End of this chapter)