Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"To be honest, if there were no tithes, your demands might actually get a lot of Interles' approval."

The homesickness from ancient mythology makes them want to one day set foot back in their homeland Terra, to touch the land that once supported them after thousands of years.

However, even if that time really comes, none of them will be willing to admit that the barren, waterless, ugly planet is the Earth they have been longing for.

"But now, we may really have unavoidable disagreements."

"Do we really have to go that far?"

"Forgrim said with equal bitterness."

After so many days of negotiations, all of them came to naught, forcing them to fight against their own compatriots.

Is the future envisioned by the emperor truly correct?

If she weren't in the position of a war commander, she would even be more inclined to believe that the other party's statement was the one that was just.

But just as she was about to waver, an unexpected visitor appeared in the cabin of the Emperor's Pride.

That was the light of psionic transmission.

"Of course, we will have a battle! You chaotic lackeys from Interles!"

As the psionic light dissipated, a large, red figure in strange armor appeared in everyone's view—Magnus. He and his Space Marines, Amon and Ahriman, teleported directly to the meeting place.

"Magnus? What are you doing here?"

"What for? Of course, I'm reminding you to be careful of these Fugrim sisters. They certainly won't be on our side; they've already offered their souls to some mysterious evil being!"

Magnus stood up and pointed angrily at the Interlesian envoy.

"What does this mean?! You are clearly closer to Chaos in both your belligerence and your words and actions!"

"While we developed the Aria, allowing all races within the Federation to develop in harmony and freedom, you were using the pretext of eliminating aliens to wantonly kill and levy exorbitant taxes in the universe!"

"It is you, not me, who will bring more pain and destruction to this world!!!"

That made the solar term's face turn red with anger, and he was very angry at Magnus's accusations.

It's clear that this meeting won't go through.

For an Interlesian, calling him Chaos is the ultimate insult, the worst kind.

"Us? Hmph, you're quick to turn the tables."

"You guys, do you even know why we're eliminating those aliens?"

Magnus sneered, and like a detective in a play who exposes the truth to the ignorant masses, he drew his cold blade.

"Look at this! That bizarre creation of the Kaneblach people, I can feel the evil aura emanating from it!"

As Magnus spoke, he raised it high in front of him and angrily rebuked the delegation.

"This is... the Nemesis Blade! Why is it in your hands?"

“Answer my question, you wicked beasts! Why do you ally with the aliens who created such vile creatures?”

"That's all in the past!" The envoy glanced at the rather unpleasant-looking Kaneblach man beside him, his tone noticeably less assertive than before. "The Kaneblach people have abandoned this blasphemous belief in witchcraft, and our blades are long gone, relegated to museums and never used again!"

"You can't? How do I know you can't?"

Magnus was still sneering.

Thanks to that magical Imperial Double-Headed Eagle.

Under its guidance, I was able to discover the alien sorcerous artifacts hidden within the Interles Federation and their sinister intentions towards the War Commander!

Just then, the Phoenix Guards from the Human Empire rushed forward, wielding their Phoenix Spears, and tried to stop the delegation.

Upon seeing this, the Interles also drew their bows and arrows and aimed them at the enemy.

In an instant, the atmosphere at the Imperial Pride Palace became extremely tense.

"Stop fighting! Put down all your weapons! You've all made a mistake."

"It's a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!" Fugrim roared, her voice hoarse with despair.

"No, Commander, this is not a misunderstanding."

"I can demonstrate it to you right now."

As he spoke, Magnus sheathed his nemesis blade and pointed at the Kanebrage man in the Interles delegation.

The spirit of the eagle not only provided him with evidence of the Interles' use of evil magic to murder the warlord, but it also pointed Magnus to the exact perpetrators.

As long as he can recite that incantation, the other party will instantly reveal their true form and evil nature.

"That's it! Show yourself your true form, you evil beast!"

At that very moment, when the light gathered in Magnus's hand.

The envoy stared in horror at the faint, blue, two-headed bird-like phantom that appeared and disappeared behind him.

"quack!"

It seems to be chuckling sinisterly at the stupidity of others.

It's not just about laughing at Magnus's foolishness, but also at the Kanebrugge people.

The envoy... He had seen this evil being in a book, right when the Eldar of the Ark taught them what the Chaos Demons looked like. He clearly remembered the appearance of the ever-changing Demon Lord, who had only distinctive features.

He was controlled by it, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, although he reached out to accuse the Interlesians, in fact, he himself became a pawn of Chaos.

The feeling of despair was like poison, spreading through his entire body in an instant.

“Carlo—”

The next moment, the Kaneblach man beside the envoy emitted a strange and mysterious fluctuation.

He was changing, his face filled with terror, but in the next second even his own face changed.

In the midst of endless changes, he didn't even leave behind a face.

"Look! That alien has revealed its true form!?"

Magnus was right.

Or rather, the information from the Chaos Gods is always half true and half false.

They will selectively tell you what they want you to know, and use various means to guide your thinking in the direction they expect.

The Kaneblach people were indeed corrupted by Chaos.

Before they encountered humans and received guidance from the Eldar, they were indeed fascinated by this evil belief.

However, after learning about the dangers of chaos and appreciating the beauty of arias in enabling peaceful coexistence among various races, the Cainblach people chose to forge swords into plowshares, forever abandoning this evil sorcery and magic, and drawing a line between themselves and the demons.

They abandoned Chaos, but... will Chaos let them go?

In a land where the existence of demons is already known, can anyone truly guarantee that they won't develop a yearning for such demonic power out of curiosity, even if it's just a little bit?

Are they really so confident that they can resist the invasion of chaos with their shallow knowledge and weak will?

Impossible, my friend.

Perhaps it was due to some oversight that the Cainblach was corrupted, or perhaps the whole plan was already destined countless years ago, when the Cainblach first came into contact with the power of chaos.

Ultimately, it's impossible for everyone to resist such constant temptation.

Even the most meticulous plans can have flaws, and even though everyone in the Interles Federation knows about and repeatedly emphasizes the dangers of chaos.

But in this vast interstellar empire spanning thirty star systems, it's impossible to find not even a slightly curious individual.

And if anyone has ever been even slightly tainted by it, a glaring stain will be left on the web of fate they have woven.

Looking at the monstrous creature that was still writhing and radiating an evil aura, Magnus felt a chill of fear.

Fugrim was extremely agitated.

"chaos!"

"Shut up, you're the chaos!"

The mutual accusations from the Interles Federation and the Human Empire continued unabated.

Perhaps they are all chaos, or perhaps they are none of them.

But this is the infinitely cunning power of the Dark Gods—his lies are all true, and his truth is full of deception.

You can never tell who is right.

Whether it's the Human Empire or the Interles Federation.

He can cause internal strife and division, even if both sides want to expel the evil chaos.

But under His command, even those moving toward the same goal are destined to attack each other.

Tzeentch has too many cards.

“I don’t have time to argue with you anymore,” Magnus said, his psionic lightning crackling. “Now, die with your filthy alien beasts!”

Lightning flashed out instantly, striking the delegation that was surrounded by numerous Phoenix Guards.

"Gentlemen, please listen to me—"

They wanted to defend themselves, but the evidence of the monster that the Kaneblach people had transformed into was irrefutable, so what was the point of saying anything more?

Moreover, with the psionic lightning about to strike him, he would be silenced forever and unable to say anything more.

Considering that they were currently aboard the Emperor's Son's flagship, Magnus's psionic lightning was not particularly powerful.

But burning these mortal humans and filthy aliens to ashes is absolutely no problem.

Negotiations are pointless. Let's take this opportunity to wipe out those damned aliens and Federation guys and restore peace to the world.

At that very moment, flames quietly engulfed the entire hall.

Just as the psionic lightning was about to strike, a golden-red flame formed a wall of fire, blocking and absorbing the psionic energy from the opponent.

"What are you doing!"

Casca, still shaken, rushed from the center of the Imperial Pride's cabin to the bow conference room and stopped Magnus.

"Casgar! You've finally arrived."

When Fugrim saw Kasgar arrive while he was trying to keep the two sides from fighting, he couldn't help but smile with relief.

Perhaps Fugrim is the true Warmaster, but she has no idea about these bizarre psionic and sorcerous magics, or the existence of evil demons.

All of this requires Casca's judgment.

—Perhaps part of the reason the Emperor appointed her as Warmaster was because of Kasgar, who could often make up for Forgrim's shortcomings and deficiencies.

Especially when she can't calm down.

What is this doing?

Withdrawing his psionic flames, Kasgar frowned as he looked at the writhing monster in the delegation, then at the two opposing camps locked in a tense standoff. He felt a headache coming on.

Due to the numerous affairs at hand, while Fugrim presided over the negotiations, Kasgar usually stayed in his office helping the new Warmaster handle various domestic matters, both large and small.

Normally, during negotiations, Kasgar would stand guard by Vogrim's side. However, this time, because the location was chosen on the Imperial Pride, with the absolute Phoenix Guard protecting them, Kasgar felt at ease to handle his internal affairs, leaving Vogrim to complete the negotiations alone.

(Appointed to the young regent)

During this very negotiation while he was away, Magnus happened to arrive at just the right moment, using psionic teleportation to disrupt things.

"I'm here to help you."

Magnus's expression was sincere.

But Casca didn't believe it at all.

He says that every time, but he always manages to mess things up.

—He can be considered a talented person.

“You can see that Kaneblach Xenomorph!” Magnus, perhaps realizing that Casca had absolutely no trust in him, argued loudly, “Look at its true form! Creepy and disgusting, still wriggling there!”

He's right.

Even though the little horse is abstract, can Casca say that Magnus is wrong?

Does not.

The Kaneblach people were indeed tainted by chaos, and indeed harbored calamities.

It remains to be seen when these alien creatures' time bombs will explode, becoming a portal for warp creatures to flood into the world.