Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"Coming."

Logically speaking, there's no point in going any further down in Casca.

Shortly after completing the exploration and restarting the power plant, Fugrim led a team of engineers to transport the few remaining intact generators back to Karax.

Deep underground, only one abandoned "Thinker" remained, lying there quietly.

"Little friend, I'll leave your sister here for now. Please keep an eye on her while she's here, and contact me via communicator if anything happens."

"I need to go in and take care of some things."

As he spoke, Casca dusted off the ammunition box and placed the unconscious Corleone on it.

"Yes, my lord."

The boy nodded very understandingly.

But as if still worried about something, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Sir, my sister... what happened to her?"

“She has been attacked by witchcraft,” Casca said gravely, looking at Corleone’s trembling, pale face. “I’m trying to find a way to lift the curse from her.”

"Wait here for a moment, don't come in."

"Also, just call me Brother Casca."

"OK."

The boy nodded slowly, as if he had finally begun to trust him a little.

“Brother Nagaska.”

"If I manage to get out of here alive, may I ask you to teach me swordsmanship?"

Although Kasgar had always told them to close their eyes, he never kept that promise when Kasgar was fighting the Surfa people.

He saw how easily Casgar chopped those vile pursuers into pieces.

What glorious and proud swordsmanship that was!

He also wanted to use his swordsmanship to protect his sister, just like that.

"You want to learn swordsmanship, right? Okay."

Casca's laughter was full of delight.

"But why do you want to learn swordsmanship?"

"Was it to protect his younger sister, or was it simply a desire for the honor and praise of victory?"

Kasga lowered himself and looked at the other person with a calm expression.

"I want to protect my sister."

"well."

"Then please promise me."

"We must remember this day."

"Remember what you promised me: the real reason for learning swordsmanship."

"Ok!"

Meeting Casca's eyes, the boy nodded firmly.

After explaining the situation, Casca stepped through the door to the deepest part of the basement.

He carefully closed the soundproof doors and windows, then looked at the silent main control computer in the center of the room.

It was the only thing left in the entire room.

What use is a power plant that has been completely stripped of its facilities?

[Starting up.1%]

As Casca clicked, the words "Starting up" popped up on the screen.

They're really good at holding it in.

Casca laughed and slapped his dusty computer case.

An ancient way of greeting the soul of the machine, inherited from the 2K era.

"Stop pretending, it's artificial intelligence [Deep Processor No. 1]."

"say."

How did you know my ID and real identity?

The feigned "starting up" facade vanished instantly, leaving behind a line of small, human-like text on the screen.

He seemed shocked that his identity had been exposed.

"That's not important, I need you to answer my questions."

No, this is important.

This will determine how I continue to survive.

"Just a guess, is it done now?"

"I have psychic abilities, I know your name, and I also know that you are an abhorrent artificial intelligence."

It is said to be a psychic prophecy, but it is actually a high-dimensional narrative.

As for humanity's hatred of artificial intelligence, it stems from the great war between humans and machines thousands of years ago.

Although humanity ultimately triumphed, it also lost trust in all intelligent machines, renaming them "Abomination Intelligence."

As for the Deep Processor One on Chemos, it is one of the few remnants from the dark age of technology.

The feasibility of this answer is extremely low, but the database lacks a more reasonable and effective explanation.

[Choose to accept this statement]

"Since you believe me, can you tell me how humanity back then managed to repel the invasion of warp evil?"

As he spoke, Casca's tone became increasingly anxious.

The direction he was pointing was right at Corleone, who was lying unconscious outside the door.

"You can sense that she is being corrupted by a demon."

[Lack of materials, loss of technology.]

[I am merely a power plant management AI and do not possess the capability to produce STCs (Standard Construction Templates) for expelling subspace biological weapons.]

Although it is indeed artificial intelligence, it has powerful technological support from humanity's dark ages.

But that doesn't mean it can solve all problems.

Based on the database data updated today, there is currently no better way to handle the situation for humans.

"Really not?"

Casca's heart sank.

"Friend, do you know what the outside world's attitude is towards artificial intelligence right now?"

"By concealing your existence back then, I was indirectly saving you."

"The situation is urgent. I promise that if your method works, I will keep your secret and not tell anyone else."

"So please tell me, is there any way to save her?"

The words on the screen paused for a moment, as if they were thinking.

【Have】

That's how it answered.

Chapter 17 The Poison of Hope (Part 2)

Corleone is in terrible condition.

Am I going to die?

She couldn't help but think that.

She was not afraid of death, or rather, as a homeless scavenger orphan, she was already used to death.

And those days of hunger and cold are really not worth remembering.

Perhaps if I died, my brother's burden would be lessened.

Having lost all hope of living, she slowly sank into the boundless sea of ​​her soul.

"No, not now."

She clearly remembered that it was a beautiful and tall goddess who had rescued her from hunger and cold.

She gave them warmth, water, food, laughter, and names, as well as a promise of a beautiful future filled with hope and redemption.

She brought color to their world.

With the ideal color.

A luxury she had never experienced before.

But she will never see any of this again.

Since being struck by the psionic lightning, her already pale skin had become even paler, and the fine purple veins within it appeared even more translucent. Her dark gold eyes were tightly closed, and if someone were to observe her closely, they would notice that her pupils were becoming increasingly dilated over time.

Once again, I was on the verge of death.

But this time, she wanted to live.

She is no longer the numb, walking corpse she once was.

She wanted to witness the spaceship's journey through the skies; she wanted to become its captain and traverse the cosmos.

She wants to live.

Like a drowning man, Corleone struggled with all his might.

She wants to live!

Live on, live ...

Finally, in that vast and silent sea of ​​souls, she tried to grasp at the last straw that could save her.

[Corleone, I can save you]

"who are you?"

She asked subconsciously.

[Corleone, I am your dream, your hope]

That's how it answered.

She woke up.

On a huge and magnificent ship, she opened her eyes again.

What a fascinating spaceship it was!

The entire ship was covered in a beautiful purple and pearl silver paint scheme, and under the protection of the [Geller Field], it emitted a faint golden glow.

She didn't know how she instantly grasped all this knowledge, but as the captain, she didn't question her own common sense.

The spaceship's perimeter is adorned with 1,296 lifelike statues, each radiating its own light atop the building's battlements. Sculpted from marble and countless exquisite jewels, they are clearly the work of some of the most artistic sculptors.

Her command deck was exceptionally beautiful.

The throne beneath him was woven from agate and silver. The exquisite leather seat was as delicate as a baby's skin.

The air was fragrant, a stark contrast to the toxic, radioactive atmosphere of Chemos. With just a light sniff, a decadent, sweet scent, like honey, instantly filled her nostrils.

It brought her an extreme pleasure that could shake her soul.

On the ship, there were countless dedicated crew members who provided her with the best food and service.

They knelt down, trembling, and handed her one gilded platter after another of candied fruit for her to enjoy.

Not only that, she could even sense that her twin brother was here, on this spaceship.