Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Above that was a line of elegant small characters, written lightly and artistically:

My brother, my friend, please remember: only laughter can quench the thirst of lust.

The revelry lasted a long time.

The laughing crowd experienced the colors of the world for the first time.

Scrolls from noble homes, songs from ancient legends, and a dazzling array of flowers from the upper echelons of society.

Amidst the continuous gasps of amazement from the crowd, they flew into the eyes of ordinary people.

Like a bird that has been imprisoned for many days finally breaking free from its cage, everyone laughed and rejoiced, completely carefree.

The Chemos people have endured for far too long in order to survive.

After the trial of Herod and the others was completed, they sat around in front of the square, asking Fugrim to explain the meaning of the marriage proposal they had just witnessed.

Yes, love. That was love.

But what is love?

Before, where did these people have the time to care about or cherish others?

Looking at the puzzled crowd, Fugrim raised his left hand as if he had been waiting for this question for a long time.

More accurately, it was the centaur gold ring on his left hand.

"That's right, it's the Sagittarius gold ring."

"When we first met, he was still a member of the Sherlock family."

"Sister! Please, please don't—"

"Sorry, Casca is a little shy, he's so cute. Where were we?"

Fugrim chuckled, his tone brimming with smugness.

"Oh right, he looked at me and solemnly said, 'Wherever you go, I will be by your side.'"

So this is the Centaur gold ring, and this is the meaning of love.

After listening to Fugrim's vivid account, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

It's a truly magnificent and romantic story.

In their minds, the meaning of the centaur gold ring has changed significantly.

It turns out that love still exists in this world.

What about us?

Can we be the same as them?

After hearing Fugrim's story, many impatient fellows exchanged "centaur rings" made of grass or screws.

Some succeeded, and some failed.

The successful ones excitedly raise their heads, as if to announce their happiness to the world; while the unsuccessful ones can only shake their heads with a wry smile and leave with regret.

Laughter, anger, and curses can all become literature.

Whether you succeed or not, it's better than being numb and not knowing why you're alive.

For the first time, they learned about the starry sky and themselves beneath it.

For the first time, they felt like they were living in the world.

The Chemos people still have a lot to learn.

Fortunately, they still have time to gradually reshape the world.

The party ended, and everyone went home.

Soon after, the Kalashan Fortress will redistribute housing to ensure that every Kalashan will have their own place to live in the future.

A bright future awaits everyone.

As for now, Fugrim's hand remained firmly gripping Kasgar, refusing to let go for even a moment.

Although the bomb did not explode, she still seemed to feel a lingering fear in her heart.

"Casca."

Seeing that there was no one else in the square, she turned around and whispered in the other person's ear.

"what happened?"

"praise me."

Again.

But there's nothing that can be done; that's just Forgrim's personality.

A genetic prototype that is always striving for perfection and always yearning for recognition.

Even if it were just a small fortress like Carax, she would demand its complete and heartfelt submission, love, and respect for her, the flawless monarch.

If the operation to liberate Carax cannot be done to its best, then it is still not perfect.

This was the greatest highlight of the Fugrim and the Third Legion, and also the main reason for their future decline.

"Everyone is praising this perfect performance today, so I probably don't need to say anything more."

"Yes, but I only want to listen to you."

"I was so scared when the bomb was about to explode."

Casca felt her nuzzle against his shoulder.

"Please, please."

"Praise me."

Kasga could only look helplessly at the soft, yielding woman leaning against him.

damn it.

How can this woman be so adorable?

"Ah! Great Fugrim!"

"Your performances are unforgettable, and your works are exquisitely crafted; even the most learned playwrights could not write with such brilliance."

"Ah."

She snorted softly.

"Your wisdom and insight are unparalleled, and your swordsmanship is superb; under your leadership, the Chemos people will never fall into the same old ways."

"Yes, praise me more."

Baby, you are a baby who is very good at performing opera, has a very meticulous mind, is very humane, and has a very strong fighting spirit.

Kaska, having exhausted every possible word to find praise, felt the other person holding his hand tightly.

He sensed her lingering fear.

Perhaps this unexploded bomb served as a stark wake-up call for Fugrim, who was indulging in vanity.

Of course, it's not just Fugrim.

Casca also felt guilty.

Faced with various crises, his involvement was somewhat inadequate.

Unlike Fugrim.

His strength is far from matching his dream.

We need to work even harder.

New buds sprout, and greenery re-emerges in the homeland;

"Having seen through the treacherous officials, the enemy's plot was thwarted."

Despite embracing her young daughter, Kaska remained deeply worried:

The recapture of Carax Fortress has been successful, and the magnificent opera is drawing to a close.

However, the story does not end there.

Humming a lighthearted tune, a tall, thin clown dressed in comical attire walks outside the city amidst the wind and sand.

"The brilliance of purple and gold has returned to the world, and the bell of truth has rang out once more."

"A new leader with great ambitions, and new ideals have returned to the old capital."

"The golden phoenix rises from the sacred fire, and the purple phoenix descends from the water."

Will they repeat the mistakes of the past? And can they break the cycle?

"The roar of time remains unchanged, and the twilight of Chemos has no beginning and no end."

His cheerful steps slowed and paused, and he slightly raised his head, as if contemplating how to compose verses to serve as the grand finale of the performance.

"."

"Ugh."

In the very end, in the very last moment.

A sigh echoed in the wind.

[The play "Carax"]

[The Curtain Falls]

Chapter 12 Temptation

A sword.

Another sword strike.

The sword flashed, leaving shimmering and elusive afterimages as it hurtled towards Casca.

Sharp and insidious—even the most sinister words wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe the user of this sword technique.

No one could withstand such a swift offensive.

Casca, however, is an exception.

At least that's what he firmly believed.

Amidst countless afterimages, he calmed his mind and sensed the sword's position.

here!

He used almost all his strength, channeling all his power into his wrist to intercept and parry the sword.

when!

It worked!

The seemingly light attack landed squarely on his sword, far more powerful and heavy than he had imagined.

He staggered a few steps and kept regaining his balance as he retreated.

Just blocking that one move had exhausted all his strength.

Before he could even feel happy, his opponent's sword flashed out with a speed invisible to the naked eye, stabbing forward into his chest while he was still unsteady on his feet.

not good!

Fortunately, Kasgar instinctively dodged to the left, allowing him to avoid this extremely fast attack.

At the same time, he held his longsword in front of his chest to prevent the opponent from continuing to pursue after the initial stab.

Two moves!

He has successfully withstood two attacks!

Finally, he was able to see the direction of the opponent's sword!

However, Casca, caught up in ecstasy, seemed to have forgotten something else:

The most important thing is never what you see.