Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

But who knew that after experiencing it firsthand, I would realize...

Is Nukelia really just an ordinary feudal world?

It's a shame that Kaska had prepared for so long, yet he was still skeptical of the information sent by Yrel.

Is it really these feudal-level knights who managed to train Angron, the Primarch, to the point where he can't live without nails?

Even fearing that he himself might be under the influence of the drug, Casca arranged for the angels to remain hidden in the cabin as a backup plan, without showing themselves.

As for Nukelia's powerful minor anesthetic that can paralyze the Primarch...

Casca picked up the tiny needle that had fallen beside him.

That was the last bullet the slave hunter fired in his death throes.

But it seems they were unable to penetrate his own terracotta armor.

Kind of funny.

"Who are you? Why have you come here?"

Angron communicated with Casca using the language he had suddenly learned.

"There's no point in saying all this. If you don't want to be treated as a slave by these self-proclaimed nobles for the rest of your life, then follow me."

Casca raised his hand, indicating that he would handle the situation.

Then, he raised the incendiary pistol high into the sky.

He aimed at the VIP seats of the high-ranking knight who had just dared to speak rudely to him, without uttering a word.

After demonstrating his fighting prowess to the audience in Nukelia, all the arguments seemed to lose their meaning.

These viewers have always admired the strong.

And now, Casca is the strong one.

It may be hard to believe, but Casgar is now stronger than the Primarch!

When the audience saw this bizarre, fully armored warrior easily trample on the authority of even a high-ranking knight, the shouts and boos instantly fell silent.

People might look down on gladiator slaves like Angron, no matter how skilled they are.

But they harbored deep fear of mysterious and powerful unknown beings like Casca.

"Esteemed guest, may I ask where you come from? As a high-ranking knight who rules Desia, I mean no disrespect, but I would like to know what your purpose is in coming here?"

Faced with the ray weapon that Casca had never seen before, Desia's high-ranking knight said somewhat flusteredly.

His initial arrogance followed by obsequiousness is rather laughable.

Kasga smiled as he looked at the automatic translation of the sound array system in front of him.

All I want to say is that this farce should end.

Casca gave a cold reply.

Then, at a speed that everyone could only see as a blur, he crushed the silver camera floating in the air, which gladiators usually called the "maggot eye."

Chapter 141 By the wrath of my Lord, you and I are sisters!

HMS Resolute, a battleship.

As the flagship of the Twelfth Legion, the War Dog Legion, this ship is better known for its future name than its original name, "Unwavering Determination."

Conqueror

"Commander, our apothecary is back."

"The commander of the 8th Assault Company, Kahn, stepped forward with his messenger to report."

Commander of the Warhound Legion, acting legion commander Gale, received a Star Language communication addressed to the Warhound Legion.

The apothecary is about to return from the Legion of the Emperor's Sons.

Garland Surak. A highly talented apothecary.

Having been sent to the Sons of the Emperor's Legion not long ago to intern under the top apothecary Melusin, he is now finally able to return to the Twelfth Legion.

"Not only that, we also received another strange interstellar communication at the same time."

"What communication?"

The messenger paused for a moment, seemingly having made thorough preparations before finally speaking.

[War dogs, your father is in my hands now.]

The coward has been crossed out.

If you want it, you'll have to come here and get it yourself now.

As he spoke, he marked a tiny dot on the star map and wrote the name of the planet.

Nukelia

This is it.

Kahn expressed extreme confusion regarding this nonsensical astrological statement.

"Commander, what does this mean? Is the Star Language being distorted by the warp, or—"

"enough."

Gail interrupted the other person's rambling.

"Pass on my order: all personnel of the 203rd Expeditionary Fleet, prepare for warp jump immediately!"

We're heading to Nukelia!

"Going right now!"

Nukaria.

In the deep pit of corpses in the Desia Colosseum.

"Friend, be careful! They have many ways to incapacitate someone, so be careful!"

Angron gradually calmed down from his initial anger upon hearing that he was to duel Onomamus.

High-ranking knights possess many strange and wonderful creations that can render someone incapable of fighting in an instant.

There are even some machines that possess autonomous intelligence.

The instant the purple-gold giant declared war on the high-ranking knight, more and more mechanical guards and slave hunters cautiously lay in ambush behind the towering iron walls around the arena's pit, waiting for Kasga to arrive so they could launch an attack on Angron.

"Friend from outer space! I warn you, do not attempt to harm a high-ranking knight! Otherwise, none of your gladiator friends will escape either!"

Perhaps it was Casca's concern for Angron that gave him an opportunity to take advantage of.

The opponent was only one person and had no ability to fly.

If he dares to step out of the pit, the hostages, including Angron, will all die at his hands.

“An interesting threat.”

Casca laughed.

"But unfortunately, I have never said that I am alone."

"Angel, please. Throw that high and mighty guy down to me."

"Ah."

All the viewers, whether they supported either side or felt strange or disgusted by the sudden appearance of aliens from the sky, were left with nothing but absolute shock after seeing the next angel leap from the drop pod.

Angel? !

Is it really an angel who has come?

At her incredible speed, most people could see nothing but her gleaming golden armor and pristine white wings.

But anyone whose gaze lingers on her for even a moment will be awestruck by the angel's indescribable beauty.

Although it was hard to see clearly, the feeling of beauty was already imprinted in the eyes of every viewer.

This is an absolute angel.

In an instant, the darkness and brutality in the hearts of these bloodthirsty spectators who had just been shouting for Angron and Onomamus to fight to the death were swept away.

Only the purest praise and admiration.

As for Casca, he remained in the deep pit of the arena, wary of the encirclement by high-ranking knights and their lackeys from all sides.

Snapped.

Before long, the angel with its pure white wings descended from the sky once again.

This time, she was carrying an extra person.

"It's him."

Saint Gilles threw the obese humanoid creature into the arena with disgust. The creature rolled a few times on the ground, its seemingly high-class clothes stained with dirty blood and ash.

"Now!"

"All the people of Desia!"

Kasgar didn't care whether they understood him or not; he simply shouted to the audience in the arena.

"What follows is a grand spectacle! It will be the very high-ranking knight who prides himself on being noble and powerful, facing off against the gladiator he calls a mere stray dog, the undefeated Angron!!!"

"Let us stand aside and wait and see which of them will emerge as the final winner of today's duel!"

The audience dared not utter a sound.

High-ranking knights were always someone they dared not look directly at.

Even though they were being righteously executed by the angels beside Kasga today, the maggot-like eyes and mechanical guards that were everywhere in the city made these people dare not utter a word of complaint.

"Is this true, friend?"

"You bestowed this honor upon me, but I am not—"

Anglon felt bewildered.

All of this was happening before his eyes, and he found it somewhat unexpected.

What was that line supposed to be?

Oh, right, deus ex machina.

Although he, as a gladiator, had never studied drama or literature, the vast amount of knowledge he possessed told him how to properly describe the situation.

A warrior and an angel emerged from a machine that suddenly appeared out of the sky without warning. Together, they helped him defeat the high-ranking knight.

Perhaps it is indeed somewhat bizarre.

But Angron has no time to reflect here.

He has many more scores to settle with the high-ranking knights.

With that thought in mind, Angron gripped his giant axe and slowly walked toward the obese high-ranking knight.

"Please, don't let him kill me! I have no grudge against you, sir!"

The obese, ugly high-ranking knight, who bore no resemblance what Desia had always proclaimed himself to be, lay sprawled on the ground, trying to stand up but only able to tremble in fear.

Knowing he was no match for Angron, he turned and crawled toward Casca, begging for even the slightest bit of mercy.

but no.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be trying to keep his terracotta boots, Kasgar felt a little disgusted and kicked the thing away.

If it weren't for wanting to vent his anger for Angron, Kasgar would have wanted to stomp that thing to death right now.

"High-ranking knight".

Do you remember Kunigras?

Angron stepped forward, looked at the high-ranking knight who was already paralyzed with fear on the ground, and whispered.

"Hess? Yochuka? Ryan?"

Angron called out one name after another.

Do you remember them? Do you remember how they died?!