Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Casgar slammed the butt of his explosive rifle hard into the other man's nose.

Then, in Irebas's despairing eyes, he pulled out a new weapon.

"This time, let's try the pistol."

Chapter 118 Research on the Target Acquisition Mechanism of Two Explosive Bombs (Part 2)

"are you ready?"

Casca chuckled, raised the magazine of his explosive pistol, and began to eject the bullets one after another while standing in front of him.

The sound of the bullets from the blaster hitting the marble floor was very crisp.

The ticking sound was like the death knell of Irebas.

This long wait, accompanied by the unknown, is the prolonged fear and pain that Casca inflicts on the other party.

It's too lenient of him to let this thing die so quickly.

"OK, two-shot pistol."

Casgar smiled through his helmet.

“Stand up, Irebas.”

Casca's words echoed in Irebas's ears like a death knell.

Irebas, whose legs were riddled with holes, remained silent.

You'd better just kill me.

His expression said it all.

"It's not that easy."

Casca laughed and pointed his explosive pistol at the other man's little Eribas.

Snapped!

"Tsk, boring."

After several tests of the explosive gun's ability to attract targets, Casgar could only arrive at a conclusion he did not like.

What a pity.

The theory of two explosive bombs does not hold true in this world.

The theory of two explosive bombs was merely a consensus among people in the world at that time. In this world, very few people would know Irebas, and there was no trace of hatred for such scum.

So whether it's a bomb or a laser, a pistol or a rifle, there's not much difference.

Two shots are two shots; once they're fired, that's it.

There is no automatic locking system either.

If you actually told them that both shots were aimed at Irebas, they would just be surprised and ask you—

Who is Irebus?

"A despicable and incompetent man who colludes with chaos to harm living beings."

All I can say is that the speculation about two bombs is simply a manifestation of the most basic and righteous aspirations of ordinary people.

Snapped!

With Casca's nonchalant tone, another shotgun blast followed, and Irebas's lower body was completely reduced to minced meat.

It seemed that some of the minced meat had been charred by the high-speed bullets and lasers, revealing a sizzling aroma.

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood and the smoke of explosives.

But he still didn't die.

For some reason, perhaps it was the blessing of his powerful life force bestowed upon him by his benevolent father, Nurgle, that Irebas was still alive at this moment.

Not only was he not dead, but he was also still conscious.

Possessing a powerful blessing of immortality, Erebas once deeply revered the god who granted him such power.

But now, it seems he can't laugh anymore.

Blessings are not always a good thing.

In particular, he did not yet have the ability to transform pain into pleasure under the influence of Slaanesh.

Most people wouldn't be willing to accept such a blessing; it would burn their brains.

“Stand up, Irebas.”

Kasgar continued to urge Irebas, whose legs had been knocked down, to get back up.

True strength lies in inspiring others to stand up.

Just like Casca.

Even though Irebas's legs had been completely pulverized, Casca continued to encourage him not to give up.

You must persevere!

If I could die so easily, how would I ever get to target practice?

But at this moment, Irebas seemed unable to answer him anymore.

Even with life force at the level of Nurgle's blessing, Erebus, who had not yet undergone Space Marine modifications, was at this moment just a slightly stronger mortal.

At most, he's just a little bit fatter than the others.

That's at the level of a cult member.

It's impossible to be confident that you can survive in the face of so many bullet holes.

Iribus felt his life slipping away.

"Damn it, it really can't be torn off!"

Casca stepped forward, his fingers, hidden under his terracotta gloves, tentatively tracing a few lines across Irebas's face.

How can you be so shameless?

"Do you know my true identity?"

Despite being in an extremely weak state, Irebas's tone was still filled with absolute disbelief.

No one should know that.

Even though he had inherited everything about Irebas, the first thing he did after seizing Irebas's identity was to kill his parents, who knew everything.

How could the secret he sacrificed to preserve his parents be exposed by someone he didn't even know?

You have no right to know.

Casgar turned around and walked toward the monomolecular dagger stuck in the wooden table, and pulled it out.

"Try this."

"I refuse to believe that only Horus can peel off your face."

With a flick of his wrist, Casca switched the short knife he was holding in his back hand to his right hand.

Then he stepped forward, like a meticulous master craftsman, and began to carve in front of Irebas.

After several attempts, Iribus only had a few more small cuts made by the knife on his face.

"Tsk, still not working."

Casgar reluctantly tossed the monomolecular dagger aside.

His technique wasn't actually that bad.

Even when he went out for actual combat training, he also learned some of the art of sculpting and painting during the time he spent with Fugrim on Chemos.

But they just couldn't manage to tear off the face that this guy was hiding under the real Irebas's name.

"Did you manage to fix this thing in place?"

Casca frowned and asked with some skepticism.

"No. I am Iribus."

For once, he grinned and smiled.

However, amidst the numerous wounds and bloodstains, the smile was truly somewhat eerie.

He may not be Irebus.

But when he successfully stole the other's face and name, he proved that only a ruthless guy like him could truly be called Irebas.

"Whatever, whatever."

“Stand up, Irebas.”

He continued.

Casca didn't dwell on it too much.

Instead, it acted like a human machine, urging Irebas, whose lower body had been shot off and whose upper body also had several bullet holes, to stand up.

"Is that enough? Is that enough?!"

"You beat me up like this, how am I supposed to stand up?!"

In a fit of rage, feeling hopeless about surviving, Irebas shouted in despair.

"Can't you stand up?"

Casca asked the question knowing the answer already.

Not satisfied, he used the butt of his gun, whose magazine was already empty, to deliver another hard blow to the other man's face.

Irebus didn't know why.

But whenever this purple-gold giant finishes firing his gun, he always has to smash it like this first.

It's like some kind of ritual where mechanical instructors awaken and please the machine's soul.

But no matter what, the torment is finally coming to an end.

No matter how much hatred the person in front of Irebas harbors towards him, the pain caused by the torture will naturally disappear after he dies completely.

"Irebas, guess what?"

“I had already thought of this when I came to find you.”

Should we simply let Irebas live to receive his punishment?

Or should we just give him a quick and painless death, and let him personally experience the ways those evil warp creations play?

This is indeed a problem.

"Let your soul, a worthless loser, taste the amazing skills of your gods."

Sometimes it has to be said that in dealing with Eribas, the master of the love realm, Salis, is far more ruthless than a greenhorn like Casca.

"But I'm also afraid that those people will take your dark soul secondhand and then put it into someone else's body to be reborn."

"That's not a good idea."

"You're right, aren't you, Irebas?"

Bear!

The instant Kasgar finished speaking, the subspace fire that had been burning faintly around the room to prevent the transmission of Eribas's psionic energy suddenly increased in size and engulfed the entire room in flames.

Under Kasgar's control, the warp fire first burned away all the scattered flesh and blood in the room.

No environmental pollutants will be left to harm Colchis.

Then, as Casca's fingers twitched, they climbed onto Arebas's riddled body.

"what!"

An unbearable, intense pain instantly enveloped his mangled body; an unbearable, terrifying agony melted his flesh at that moment.

The scorching heat from the fires of the warp.

The terrifying flames, which even the leaders of the Dark Eldar could not tolerate, were instantly turned up to their maximum setting by Kasgar.