Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

In this situation, you should run away!

As he ran, Kasgar called to the angels beside him, urging them to retreat from the area while protecting Angron and his gladiator buddies.

Weird, really weird.

In the blink of an eye, eight bloodthirsty monsters were created for him in the real world.

So cruel.

These Khorne demons are throwing themselves out like they're throwing money away!

"You go first, I'll cover your retreat."

The angel's answer was resolute and firm. She switched the spear in her hand to one-handed mode. In this critical moment, she took out another of her divine weapons, an extremely beautiful golden longsword.

—The Crimson Blade.

She folded her wings, crouched down, and then suddenly sprang up, hurtling towards the direction of one of the great demons.

"No!"

Kasgar glanced irritably at Angron, who seemed completely clueless about the situation.

Since you're both Primarchs, can't you at least do something useful?

But it was too late to say all that now. Kasgar stood anxiously beside Saint Gilles, his power spear aimed at one of the bloodthirsty freaks.

A magnificent slaughter feast.

Fortunately, the veil between the warp and the real world was still relatively thick at this time, and these Khorne Bloodlust freaks that appeared were only weaker clones.

Even the Casca could stop one of them with its own strength.

The remaining seven great demons, despite their intimidating appearance, were ultimately defeated one by one by the angels, who possessed combat abilities filled with fury and skill.

The divine power from Saint Gilles!

As the angels slaughtered these great demons, the audience, including Angron, unconsciously held their breath, focusing intently on the battle between the angels and the demons.

Finally, with the final strike of Saint Gilles' sword, half of the great demon's skull was instantly sliced ​​off, and it collapsed into ashes.

However, after battling eight Khorneas in succession, the angel's current condition is hardly good.

Several fine dents and cracks appeared on her golden armor, and there was even a bleeding axe wound on her left shoulder.

"This is probably the final demon. Quick, the situation here is strange, let's get Angron and the others out of here!"

As Kasgar spoke, he and the angel plunged their spears into the last bloodthirsty freak who was simultaneously attacking them both.

Eight bloodthirsty berserkers should be the limit of what Khorne can unleash.

If another eighty-eight bloodthirsty berserk monsters were to appear, Kasga would truly be in trouble—

despair.

blah blah.

It's footsteps.

A footstep sounded from the gate of the deep pit.

Amidst the even more enthusiastic and frenzied cheers of the spectators in the stands, a demon far more imposing than the previous Khorne bloodthirsty madmen emerged from the blood-red gate, facing the despairing crowd inside the pit.

Even though there was only one, it seemed to be stronger than the eight bloodthirsty demons.

"Do you recognize me? I am Saint Gilles de Bar."

The demon raised his double-edged axe and whispered something at Saint Gilles, who was no longer in his full form.

"I am General Khorne—Kabanha."

"Kabanha!"

"Kabanha!"

"Kabanha!!!"

Unwittingly, the audience in the stands were unconsciously infected by its emotions, and they began to shout its name wildly.

Many people, after their anger was ignited, even got into fights with the audience around them, venting their hatred indiscriminately.

"By the wrath of my Lord, you and I are—"

Yes--

yes.

Kabanha's voice faltered for a moment when he saw Saint Gilles's exquisitely beautiful face, which was slightly dusty.

hiss.

Something seems off.

It looked into the archangel's eyes, beneath his elegant long hair, which were filled with unyielding spirit and icy rage.

A feeling beyond killing, a different kind of feeling, first touched the heart of the bloodthirsty maniac, Kabanha.

You and I are—

Sister/Sister?

"We are sisters!"

puff.

Although Kabanha tried to pronounce the sentence with more force, Kasga couldn't help but laugh out loud as soon as he said it.

"You disgusting beast, you are not worthy to be called my 'sister'."

"Go back to where you belong, demon."

Saint Gilles responded to Carbanha with nothing but disdain and disgust.

And the golden spear in his hand.

This inevitably caused it some injury.

An angel and a demon clashed.

The audience naturally cheered enthusiastically for such a thrilling battle!

Cheers to their battle!

Not just for angels, but also for demons.

Angels are indeed beautiful and holy.

But that's precisely why they want to see such a beautiful and holy angel beaten to death!

beat!

beat!

beat!

Crush it into a meat paste!

"You look so tired, little angel of the god of cowardice."

Between battles, this crimson demon didn't forget to spout some trash talk.

“I do not know the cowardly god you speak of, and I have no fear of fighting you, demon.”

The angel remained unmoved by the other's words, and continued to stab at its head with its spear.

"Oh? Little angel, have you ever thought about why your legion suffers from the thirst for blood?"

"Why does this flaw exist in your innate genes—think about it carefully. In reality, you are no different from us; you are all servants of the God of Blood—"

"What flaw?"

To Carbanha's surprise, Saint Gilles asked with a puzzled look.

Can't thirst for blood be cured?

If Kaska could be cured successfully, it means that this thing is not something that angels are born with, right?

"what?"

Kabanha was also stunned.

"good chance!"

"Ow!"

"You despicable bastard!!!"

As for Casca, things weren't going too well either.

The instant that Kabanha stepped into the arena, the slave hunters under the command of the high knight Desia also rushed towards Kasgar with their scarlet eyes.

Under the roar of Kabanha, they all fell into an endless frenzy of battle.

Even mechanical guards controlled by androids cannot avoid it.

Just as robots can also become enraged, the mechanical guards' aggressive tendencies also increased significantly.

"Stand around me, don't stray too far."

Casca shouted calmly, holding a spear in one hand and drawing a blast pistol in the other, and began firing at the invading enemies.

Kasgar originally planned to notify Irelia in the sky to send a ship down to bring them back to the ship after receiving Angron.

Once Angron and his brothers were rescued, an extermination order was issued against Nukelia.

I don't care about Butcher's Spikes, potent anesthetics, or Super Oglins that can fight Primarchs for seventeen minutes.

Blow them all up into the sky!

Simple, efficient, and leaves no future problems.

When the Warhound Legion arrived, they handed over Angron and his gladiator brothers to them, and these gladiators joined the Warhounds as the Primarch's trusted guard.

perfect.

But for some reason, ever since that crimson mist enveloped the arena, Kasgar has been unable to contact Iriel.

Until now.

The angels and Kaban were still locked in fierce combat, while he, with the help of the remaining gladiators and Angron, had cleared out all the minions blocking their way.

"Angel! Don't fight that guy to the bitter end, let's retreat!"

Casca shouted behind him and tore a hole in the giant iron gate of the arena with his iron fist.

This obstacle that blocked all the gladiators was eventually shattered by Casgar.

For the first time, Angron and the gladiators around him saw the outside world.

Freedom lies ahead.

"understood!"

The angel leaped away from Kabanha, flew on its wings, circled in the sky, and then came to the group of people who had already walked out of the pit.

"How are you feeling? Do you need my treatment?"

"It's not too serious yet. Where do we go next?"

"I don't know, Iriel's signal is still blocked."

"Fortunately, Kabanha didn't chase after us, otherwise we might not have been able to escape to those mountains."

"Gentlemen, may I say something?"

Anglong mustered his courage and stepped forward to speak.

"I know this request is very likely unreasonable."

"But if possible, I would like to ask that you two protect my family."

As he spoke, he pointed to the ragged gladiators beside him.

"family?"

Casca wins.

Little did Angron know that the angel who was fighting the demon for him was also his family.