Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

A mad smile flashed across Kosek's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, countless phantoms wielding poisoned blades appeared around him, rushing towards the direction of the angel along with the remains and grotesque figures of the Bloodwalkers he had awakened.

The technology from the ancient Eldar Empire—the Cloning Force Field.

An extremely rare and expensive piece of technology, originating from the ancient Elven Empire, which only wealthy Grand Archons can use.

This device can project images of several users simultaneously, with identical movements and body shapes, making it perfect for group fights.

At the same time, several Nightmare Demons surrounding Ko'Shake also moved in unison to surround the angel.

Want to gang up on the angel?

Kasgar narrowed his eyes, raising the power sword that shimmered with blue light to his side.

Then you'll have to ask me if I agree!

But it seemed that the moment he raised the blade in his hand, the governor's eyes locked onto this troublesome fellow.

He spared no expense in order to capture this extremely rare young god of the High Heavens.

Ko'Sek even brought out his family heirloom, an orange crystal that floated in the air and emitted a faint glow.

Although he didn't quite understand the working principle and origin of this magical artifact.

But he knew that as long as he could activate it to unleash a beam of light, the powerful spiritual energy it released would instantly turn the opponent to ashes!

Most importantly, this psychic power does not attract warp gods.

Since this golden Supreme Heavenly Child God is difficult to deal with, let's sever her hands and feet first!

The instant those flesh-and-blood golems surrounded the angel, he fired the cannon in the direction of Casca.

They didn't even aim.

A golden-red laser beam, as if it possessed a spirit, locked onto him and headed straight for Casca.

bingo!

But in his excitement, Košek seemed to have forgotten a very important issue—

If this fluctuation doesn't originate from the Supreme God of Evil, then from whom could it come?

Stupid!

In the next instant, a golden-red flame, following the light of the artifact, slowly began to burn at the location of Casca.

The entire room was engulfed by that tiny flame at that moment.

Not right.

This wasn't a function a divine artifact should have. As he passed through the flames, he saw Casca—

No, he can't see clearly.

The overwhelming subspace light filled his eyes completely.

He wanted to see more, but when he closed his eyes to observe with his spiritual vision, he could only see a white expanse of light.

He originally intended to use the image of a savage monkey to humiliate humans, but the words just wouldn't come out.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Just as Kosek was wondering, the light gradually solidified into a physical form.

A phoenix?

A golden-red phoenix soaring above the pyramids and amidst the flames!

puff.

Instinctively, Ko'Shek's trembling legs could no longer support the weight of his upper body.

In an instant, he knelt down in the direction of Nagasca.

“Ah, Asuyan.”

The name he had long forgotten welled up involuntarily in his throat.

you.

You're not dead?

Chapter 137 The Emperor's Offshore Currency

That was before the Great Fall occurred, when K'Shek was just a Phoenix Priest of the Ancient Elven Empire.

Prayer, as always, was performed in this dilapidated temple of Asuyan.

Kosek has lost count of how many times this has happened.

The eternal lifespan granted by Isha, the goddess of life, had long ago freed every Elven race from the shackles of death, thus—

This allowed him to sit idly in the temple day after day.

Priest Ko'shek thought with a hint of complaint.

He still remembered when he first came to the temple.

This place is teeming with people, and the spirit race comes to worship in an endless stream.

The Eldar were grateful to their Father of the Gods for establishing an eternal and immortal kingdom for them, free from all darkness and allowing every Eldar to live freely.

But gradually, fewer and fewer Elven race members came.

After possessing the entire galaxy and enjoying the feeling of being the galactic overlord and doing whatever one pleases.

No one will respect these ridiculous guys anymore, or restrain their desires or abide by those beliefs that shouldn't even exist.

Why should we restrain our desires?

"Köshek".

Finally, a familiar figure appeared in the small airship that was closing in at extremely high speed.

Qeine.

He was a young assistant priest.

It was in this gradually decaying Asuyan Temple that he was guided by Ko'shek to become the Son of Asuyan.

To be precise, it should be considered "used to be".

It was a time filled with excitement and boundless enthusiasm.

But time is always the most silent killer.

Quinn's passion gradually faded with the passing years.

Within this network, a colossal city of bizarre and magnificent spires stood before them, its towering peaks reaching even higher than their own eyes could see.

Unlike the dilapidated, ugly, and poorly maintained Asuyan Temple.

That place is the beautiful core of the Elven Empire, an absolute paradise that all Elven races yearn for.

"I want to go to Comoros."

Quinn said this to K. Shake.

He didn't want to spend his whole life here, in front of an outdated god who would never respond, wasting his precious time.

Quinn had heard that there was almost limitless joy in Nacomoro.

There, the Eldar will enjoy sensory experiences far beyond their wildest imaginations.

"You're going to Comoros too?"

Kosek did not stop him at the time, but sighed and reminded him to be careful on the way, as Comoros was in chaos and he must stick to his principles.

Quinn was not the first temple deacon to do this.

One after another, the sons of Asuyan left the temple and went to Comoros.

Then, they never came back.

“But I’m different, Ke. I’m not like those guys who throw away their conscience as soon as they enter the city.”

Quinn said with extreme smugness, "

"You have no idea how exciting the competitions in that arena are!"

"And those girls who have been [eliminated] by the Sacred Flame of Asuyan! That's truly [eliminated]!"

"It can even eliminate [elimination]!"

Quinn explained this to K. Shake in a vivid and detailed manner.

His words were laced with a boastful expression.

"What a pity, we arrived too late."

"If I had known that staying in the Temple of Asuyan was useless, I should have gone to Comoros a long time ago."

"There are so many good things that I don't have the money to buy, and I'm so envious of them."

"Then what?"

"I asked tentatively," Kosher asked.

He sensed that Quinn seemed to have changed—more impatient, more pragmatic.

It's also more mercenary.

"There was no other way; a poor boy with no money was never welcomed anywhere. After entering the Comoros, I figured I should join a conspiracy group."

"I've joined their group many times, and together we've captured quite a few slaves of other races. Then we sold them to the Bloodlust people for a good price. Look, this airship is the new stuff I finally managed to collect!"

"Even the defective items they don't accept can be used for fun. You have no idea how novel the games are in Comoros!"

"Ke! I really want to take you to try it sometime."

Quinn patted his chair and said with a smile.

But Kosek frowned.

You're going to capture them to be used as slaves for your own pleasure?

"Wouldn't doing this be a bit... inappropriate? What if Asu blames us?"

"Harmful!"

The young man seemed to have anticipated what Ko'Shake would say, and with a gesture of exaggerated exaggeration, he waved his hand forward: "You're getting caught up in these trivial details again."

"We, the Elven race, are the greatest race in the world, Ko!"

"Nothing, not even one race can compare to us! We can do whatever we want with these slaves, so what need do we have for Asuyan?"

"Fine! If you don't want to come, then forget it. You can just spend the rest of your life stuck in that wretched Asuyan!"

Seeing that he couldn't reason with him, Quinn gave a disdainful snort and quickly flew away in his airship.

The dilapidated temple was once again left with only him in solitude.

Kosek thought a lot.

"The spirit is no longer what it used to be."

he sighed.

As an elder who had lived in the Eldar Empire for a long time, he had witnessed many young Eldar who were originally inferior to him, but who, through their excellent skills in murder and betrayal, had made a name for themselves in the Comoros, amassing great wealth and fame.

In contrast, Ko'Shek has always adhered to his principles as the son of Asuyan.

It stands in stark contrast to the decadent and dissolute lifestyle of those living in the Comoros.

But what did he gain from his persistence?

While other spirit races possessed infinite lifespans and ultimate senses, Asuyan, a follower who was clearly the head of all gods, did not receive even the slightest blessing as a result.

Only the precept against indulging in pleasure stood as an insurmountable barrier against him.

You must abide by this, and you cannot violate that.

Each of Asuyan's sons was strictly controlled.

But the Phoenix King in the sculpture sits there forever, never uttering a word.