Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

—There's even foreign exchange.

As the devout Yrel led the Eldar pirates in spreading the news of Asuyan's rebirth and return...

As for the gold ring on the centaur sculpture, which served as a token of the new Phoenix King (Kasgar never claimed it was his token), it also circulated among the Eldar Ark and Eldar pirates.

Humans and the Psionic races, two major psionic races serving each other.

It's very difficult for the Centaur Gold Ring not to make you stronger!

"Demon, you can't stop us!"

"Luther and I fought side by side on Caliban for thirty years."

"These past thirty years have been the best time of my life. (omitted)"

Forget the front, forget the middle, forget the back.

In short, the Knights of Caliban gold rings for thirty years!

As the lion uttered each word, even his eyes were enveloped in intense golden light.

Wait, the lion...

he.

He seemed to be completely immersed in his art.

Is that a unique form of possession?

Just like the Emperor Possession that Guilliman will use in Nurgle Garden in the future, the Lion at this moment seems to have been successfully possessed by some unchosen being.

It's a centaur gold ring!

The centaur gold ring was adorning his body and teeth!

But the lion didn't seem to sense anything was wrong.

In his eyes, he had entered a very mysterious realm.

He didn't seem to be performing a play on stage, but rather as if he were on the planet Caliban, fighting to the death against the corrupted and evil-tainted members of the Sirius Knights!

Behind him were Luther and many members of the Knights and civilians. He, Ryan, could not fall like this!

Even though the sword in his hand was just an unsharpened prop metal sword, the lion's magnificent swordsmanship on stage showcased the speed unleashed by his Primarch-level body fighting at full power, right in the center of the stage.

He immediately drew the audience's attention back to him from the music.

good chance!

Kasgar seized the opportunity, leaping from his front row seat and sprinting towards the backstage of the Phoenix Theatre with terrifying speed and power, even faster than Astartes.

We must stop Kinska's madness!

The veil of reality within the Phoenix Grand Theatre is now thin, and the warp god could launch a second wave at any moment—

Deng!

Music of higher pitches, emanating from powerful sound waves and imbued with pain, ecstasy, melancholy, and an almost inexhaustible allure, trembled wildly from the houses in front of Nacasca, broadcast by a sound array.

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Kasgar was only able to stand up with difficulty after being enveloped in psionic flames.

Kasgar quickly used his psionic flames to expel the negative emotions from his mind, then slowly stood up and pushed open the door to the sound room in front of him!

An extremely rich aura of pleasure and decadence filled the small room, seemingly leaking out as Casca opened the door, inviting more people to join them.

The transformation has indeed begun!

Kasga looked closely and saw that Kinska's human identity had been almost completely transformed.

The composer, who was once a heartthrob, now had a hideous and terrifying face. Her bluish-purple skin, which was gradually turning into that of a karmic demon, was beginning to appear in large patches on her body. Even tiny demonic horns were slowly emerging from her forehead.

She seemed oblivious to Casca's intrusion, or perhaps she had long since become indifferent to such trivial matters.

In Jinska's eyes today, nothing can compare to the music in his hands.

Not even her own life, let alone Casca!

Blood flowed from her fingers on the piano keys, but she showed no intention of stopping. Instead, her blood- and flesh-stained fingers struck the keys with increasing fervor.

With a speed like a blur, more and more blood splattered all around. At the same time, to ensure the performance continued, new, tiny, hard finger joints, as sinister as demons, kept growing out of the back of his hand, eerie and terrifying.

"enough!"

At that moment, the psionic flames from Casca's hands engulfed her and the piano in her hands.

"Stop! Kinska, you have no idea how much you've been manipulated!!!"

This evil force must be expelled from her body.

Cold frost began to condense beneath Kasgar's feet. In order to counteract the dense warp power within her, Kasgar couldn't help but increase the intensity of the psionic flames she was unleashing.

"what!!"

As Kaska's flames began to scorch her body, colliding and neutralizing with the purple energy, Nakinska let out another shrill scream under the impact of these two forces.

Similarly, the voice also contained a strong blasphemous power, originating from Slaanesh.

My true self.

Click.

As an even more powerful aura of pink and purple intervened, a dazzling radiance, as intense as the psionic flames in Kaska's hands, surged from Kingska's battered and ravaged body, continuously transforming and altering her form.

Kasgar's psionic flames were suppressed by the opponent and forced back around his body.

Although Casca's power grew stronger as the Great Crusade progressed, the flames in his hands were never omnipotent.

When the power from the true form of the evil god descends simultaneously, unless Kasgar can bring out the dead Asuyan to fight against him, as he did last time.

Otherwise, it would be a stroke of luck if one could barely withstand the opponent's abilities.

When an evil god personally intervenes, it's basically equivalent to resorting to cheating when you can't win.

Clearly, Salis was getting anxious.

They talk about some great game, but when they can't win, they all jump onto the table like emperors and claim they're just pawns.

Seeing his insidious plan interrupted by an unexpected and bizarre entity, he angrily decided to overturn the table and take matters into his own hands.

This comes from the most primal power.

"damn it"

Kasgar smiled wryly and used his psionic flames to encircle his body, thus providing close-range protection against the almost irresistible evil invasion.

Surrounded by such a terrifying aura of corruption, if Kasgar hadn't possessed the assistance of psionic flames, he might have succumbed completely in less than three seconds.

Under the influence of this incredibly powerful purple sound wave, the crowd, which had been transformed by the golden halo emitted by the lion, erupted into an even larger-scale commotion than could have imagined.

Not only did the surrounding real world become illusory and thin, but fantastical rifts also gradually appeared and flickered around Kasgar, eventually emerging from which several alluring and sexy succubi emerged.

Of course, others see these as succubi, but in Kasgar's eyes, the appearance of these things as Slaanesh is basically impossible to bypass Kasgar's cognitive filter.

But the enthusiastic audience in the stadium didn't have that kind of judgment.

As the exciting music of Kingscana resounded once again, and the frenzied, decadent music overwhelmed the golden light emanating from the lion, the arena was once again filled with enthusiastic cheers.

So beautiful, so captivating!

The beautiful "actor" who suddenly stepped out as if from a crack instantly drew all attention away from the lion's performance.

Although they didn't know why these beautiful and charming actresses were appearing in the battle against Caliban,

They are so beautiful.

I can't worry about that anymore!

Driven by the enchanting sounds of Slaanesh, the audience, lured by the beautiful succubi, were eager to climb over the fence and "communicate" with them.

This infuriated the lion.

"Evil creature, pathetic lackey!"

"Your power is merely a gift from a false god, while my power has always come from within my own heart!"

Even though the lion is deep within the Knights' Monastery in Caliban, he can still sense the presence of evil through the atmosphere around him.

The black mist and eerie demons that lingered in everyone's senses

They are the evil offspring of the foolish Sirius Knights in their desperate gamble.

This deep purple, almost black, is eroding...

It was only when Ryan asked the Emperor later that he learned that it was the existence of the Chaos Demon.

As the leader of the First Legion, he chose to keep this secret as the Emperor had requested—the fewer people who knew about Chaos, the weaker the enemy's power would become.

This was the Emperor's statement, and Ryan chose to believe it and stand by it.

Until it couldn't be kept.

Just like now, Slaanesh, a demon steeped in chaotic corruption, appeared in the most beloved form of humanity in the bustling Phoenix Grand Theatre, erupting in unimaginable cheers.

The aura of chaos and evil lingered around him, and the lion could sense it.

He also realized that he was surrounded by an unspeakable evil presence.

With his golden eyes practically spitting fire, Ryan once again swung his sword down.

"The Sword of the Order of Order!"

"Unforgettable!"

do not know why.

But those few words appeared in the Lion King's mind.

And he recited it aloud as he swung his sword down.

Stupid!

Another golden ripple spread in all directions, sweeping away all the wild ideas in everyone's minds.

Bathed in this golden light, the beautiful succubi instantly lost their beauty, revealing their ugly true nature.

In an instant, the monstrous face of Slaanesh, left only by intense sensory stimulation, startled everyone in the audience.

What is this thing?!

Once it lost its disguise, Slaanesh suddenly let out a high-decibel shriek as if enraged, waving its crab claws at the audience, trying to take advantage of the chaos to reap the lives of the spectators.

How can I let someone who knows what I really look like live?

All the audience members must die!

Running wildly, Fugrim barely managed to stop him.

When they lose their equipment, twelve elite Alpharis can severely injure a Primarch—Guilliman's counterattack was only achieved by being able to steal the opponent's weapon.

Now, Fugrim didn't even have a gun. Although his sword could easily slay demons, many more evil creatures successfully bypassed his obstruction and rushed towards the packed crowd behind him, ready to reap the harvest—

when!

Just when the audience in the arena was in deep danger, the only Caliban knights who were fully dressed in armor and equipment stepped forward.

As the Lion King's guards—though he didn't need to—the Dark Angels always followed the Primarch fully armed, equipped with various firearms, armor, melee weapons, and longswords.

Moreover, as someone who had fought against the forces of chaos and had personally read through the canon written by the chaos cultists of the Sirius Knights, Luther knew that they must be the ones causing trouble.

This is precisely the time when the Dark Angel is most needed.

Despite his unease, Luther was the first to step forward.

Right in front of the lion show stage, he stopped a Slaanesh who was screaming and charging towards the crowd, and then cleaved him in two in a sword fight.

The fact that the corpse turned to ashes and disappeared is a characteristic of the power of chaos.

But why would such a force appear within the Third Legion?

Luther looked extremely distrustful.

"My knights! Thank goodness you are here!"

The next moment, the remaining evil creations that had been blocked by the dark angels were once again painfully knocked to the ground by the lion king's roar.

Luther looked at the lion in the center of the stage with some surprise, as if some strange power to dispel chaos had truly appeared on him.