Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

The consul disappeared from the spot.

Instead, there was a huge phantom sitting on a brass throne.

All the people, the cages, and everything else on the red sand beach vanished as if they had never existed, leaving only the red sand.

And fire and blood.

"Damn it!"

Before it could make an emergency landing, Casca's gaze met that of the enormous red phantom.

At a glance.

With just one glance, unimaginable fear and a desire to retreat began to sprout in Casca's heart.

That was an extremely powerful opponent, far beyond what Casca could handle at present!

run?

I can't even run!

A weakling like Kaska only deserves to grovel before Him—

wrong!

Almost the instant he was about to kneel beneath the red sand, Casca braced himself with his hands to keep from falling, and forced himself to slowly stand up again under the other's gaze.

The thing Casca feared most has happened.

If Nukelia is dragged into the Brass Realm, then the most powerful enemy they may face is not just that foolish demon Kabanha.

But it is something far more terrifying—Khorne himself.

This shameless red dog-headed man actually got involved and started beating up kids!

It's okay, Casca, you can do it.

If even an old Chinese medicine doctor can look directly at Slaanesh, then you can probably fight Khorne too.

Yes, they can fight.

Snapped!

An increasingly powerful pressure, as if composed of the cries of countless wronged souls and the innocent dead, fell upon Casca.

Even before Kaska could even glance at the other party, the radiance of the red phantom was enough to make him breathless.

Angel!

By the way, how is the angel doing now?!

As one of Khorne's most favored Primarchs, the opponent certainly wouldn't let go of the opportunity to draw such an absolute SSR.

Casca glanced with difficulty at the person beside him.

The angel didn't seem to be feeling well either.

She was struggling to stay upright, using the spear in her hand for support.

"No centaur gold ring, no centaur gold ring."

What she said made Casca's heart sink even further.

Compared to his subordinate high demons, Khorne himself occupied the entire brain capacity of the Khorne army (40K does not have Valkyrie).

His targeted approach seemed to have truly grasped the knot in the angel's heart, and appeared remarkably effective.

If this is not stopped, it is very likely that—

hiss.

Almost simultaneously, the red light from Khorne enveloped Kasgar's entire body once again.

An unspeakable anger and a desire for the glory of victory filled Casca's heart after the previous fear and timidity had subsided.

Even if he wanted to get rid of this chaotic evil corruption, the absolute influence exerted by the evil god himself was something that a mere space marine could not escape.

Kasgar even felt that his perception was changing.

Slaughter. That's right, slaughter, which is about to become his latest hobby.

In the realm of the Blood God, three carefully chosen spoils of war by Khorne are receiving the blessing of the gods.

Soon, in the High Heavens where time has no concept, he will have two incredibly powerful Primarchs and a rising Chosen Champion.

He was very satisfied with this result.

soon.

For example, the region where Angron is located.

After experiencing the betrayal orchestrated by Khorne, Angron lost all reason to live.

His entire life, including his experiences, his friends, and his enemies, was a pawn manipulated at will by Khorne.

Everything is an illusion.

Only anger is eternal.

As for what Angron himself thinks, nobody cares.

He's just a useful tool, no matter where he is.

Nobody cares about a defeated gladiator slave, nobody.

But there was another "person" standing right next to Angron.

Gladiator Onomamus.

For some reason, he did not follow God's will to prepare the most thrilling betrayal for Angron.

As Angron's mentor and half-father since his youth, Onomamus' betrayal could absolutely drive him into an uncontrollable and absolute madness.

He did not do that.

This is not normal for a loyal servant of Khorne.

【Angron】

It tried calling out to the other, but received no response.

Of course, there was no response.

He could almost see countless steel cables emerging from the void above Angron's head, gradually solidifying from the illusory as the influence of the Blood God took hold.

In any case, this Butcher's Nail will forever remain Angron's prison.

In the future, he will serve as the Blood God's most loyal servant, fighting for him on the battlefield and eliminating all of the Blood God's enemies.

Just as the Blood God said.

Angron has never been free.

And no one ever cared about him.

It is merely a pawn that all parties are desperately vying for, a game between the god of cowardice and the god of blood.

Onomamus could no longer bear to see the miserable state of Angron.

Is it because he has played the role of a human for so long that he has become like a human and feels sorry for what happened to Angron?

Or perhaps it's guilt?

Onomamus didn't know.

He only knows one thing.

[Angron, you may not hear these words, but I still want to say them to you]

Perhaps there are some things that he has to do.

Onomamus took a step forward, bone spurs protruded, his face deformed, and muscles bulged.

Perhaps you've encountered many illusions in your life, and met many untrustworthy people.

But this doesn't mean that all your struggles and resistance, or your life, are meaningless.

Next, Onomamus's entire body turned red, his huge demon wings spread out from his back, and his figure was enlarged once again.

The appearance of a bloodthirsty madman covered his body, and he held a huge axe in both hands.

He kept walking forward.

I, Onomamus, have always been your friend, brother, and teacher, and I will always support you.

If you can truly break free from your shackles and become a human being no longer enslaved...

Then go and embrace and enjoy your hard-won freedom, Angron.

I'm sorry.

"Blood God!!!"

"Look at me!!!"

At that very moment, Onomamus roared and launched his final charge toward the great and unchallenged Lord of the Skull.

Blood churned and flames burned.

Like the most raging tsunami, it raged from the endless subspace.

It worked.

Even though Khorne was still somewhat caught off guard, Onomamus seemed much more glorious than Skabrand, who had launched a sneak attack.

A new crack has appeared on the brass armor that was already damaged by Skabrand's sneak attack.

The crimson blood flowed slowly down, meeting the Blood God's long-absent surprise.

Khorne, he bled.

In Onomamus' final strike, perhaps this bloodthirsty madman wasn't called that, but he was willing to become Onomamus, launching a near-fatal attack on his blood god master for the sake of Angron.

A courageous, loyal, and righteous warrior.

He is a warrior worthy of our full effort, worthy of our glorious death!

it is good! ! !

The sea of ​​blood in the warp surged once more, even more violently than before.

Great! Awesome!!!

I haven't been this excited in a long time.

Not only did they get the card they wanted most, they also encountered warriors in the realm who dared to challenge them head-on!

Khorne admired its rebellion, and therefore, would surely grant it the most glorious death.

Crushed into absolute ashes by the greatest power of Khorne.

Unable to be reborn, unable to be restored.

Under the full force of the Blood God's attack, Naonomamus vanished from all of time and space, and everything about it was completely erased.

Roars from all directions resounded throughout the entire domain.

They were celebrating yet another resounding victory for Khorne.

Of course, when He, having accomplished all this, once again cast a glance from His brass throne toward the corrupting Primarch, He seemed to see something different.

Before Angron, who was kneeling on the ground, several teardrops seemed to appear on his body covered by the pool of blood.

what is that?

Tears?

How could a furious warrior of the Blood God shed tears for a bloodthirsty madman who deceived him?

It was truly a magical sight.

But soon, when the Butcher's Nail has completely covered his brain and can never be removed, everything will be settled.

At that time, Angron will only exist as his most loyal servant.

What happened in the Blood God's Domain just now was merely a minor incident.

The corruption of the two Primarchs and one Space Marine will remain unaffected, continuing its irreversible transformation toward becoming the property of Khorne.