Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

His accusations are actually correct.

But Magnus probably never imagined that at the Nicaea Conference in another timeline, the demon disguised as Amon would use the same method to raid the Imperial Guard, making the decisive decision for the Emperor to completely ban the think tank and psionic powers.

An eye for an eye

"Maybe you're right."

Kasgar's flames surged once more, burning the Cainblach who had become a Chaos Egg to ashes—a being whose very soul had been thoroughly corrupted by Chaos, and even psionic flames could not restore him.

"But there's one more thing I want to ask you—what exactly is it?"

Kasga pointed at the small dagger in Magnus's hand and asked through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

What the heck is this?!

How did you take it out?

I'm so impressed!!

This was the knife meant to stab the War General, the very thing they intended to destroy. How did it end up in Magnus's hands?!

You want to be Irebus too, kid?!

"That's right!"

“Casgar, this is the evidence of the Cairnblach people's crimes; they used it—”

It seems that Kasgar was furious about this, believing that he had grasped the lifeline of the Cainblach people's collusion with evil chaos.

"Enough! Enough!"

For once, Casca wanted to throw Magnus off the flagship.

I don't want to have anything to do with this guy anymore!

“Forgrim, tell me what just happened.”

Through Fugrim's soft explanation, Kasgar roughly understood the nature of the conflict.

They actually have no problems.

But under the guidance of that evil god, with just the slightest cause of distrust, the human empire and the federation are destined to fight to the death.

And it is quite obvious that the Kaneblach man from before was a time bomb planted by that evil god.

"Cunning. What insidious methods!"

Before Kasgar, our understanding of this unpredictable evil god was limited by the author's skill level, so we could only keep repeating "this is part of the plan," stubbornly insisting on continuing to play our grand scheme.

Only when one truly encounters their half-truth, so-called "truth" can one feel the malice of the god of change and deception.

However, despite the emphasis on Tzeentch's cunning, this does not change the fact that Magnus is a bettor.

"So, delegation from the Interles Federation, what would you like to say?"

Casca turned his gaze to the still-shaken delegation.

"That's a card."

"what?"

"Carlos! This guy has been controlled by Carlos! He's a minion of Chaos!"

“Friend, calm down. Primarchs possess intelligence that is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and their resistance to evil creatures in the Warp is innate.”

"To say that Carlos can control him is really an exaggeration."

While it's true that the other party knows having Carlos is a good thing, saying it like that is going a bit too far.

Casca replied with a smile.

"What Carlos!"

Magnus's rebuttal came from behind Casca.

"What do you know? That is the spirit of the two-headed eagle of our human empire!"

With a click.

Casca's smile vanished.

"roll!!!"

"Friend, why are you so angry? Could it be—"

"Shut up!"

"Right now, get out of the Emperor's Pride Palace immediately!!!"

Kasgar no longer cared about Primarchs or etiquette.

If he had the means, he would have twisted the head off this pony right now to see what was inside.

"Get out! Get out now!"

Seeing Casca suddenly erupt in such intense anger, Magnus felt somewhat aggrieved and prepared to turn back and leave the Imperial Pride.

"Wait!"

We can't just let Magnus go back now; if they really leave, it will only cause endless trouble in the future!

Kasgar clutched his throbbing temples, feeling his blood pressure spike to a level even Space Marines would find unbearable.

I miss you, Lemanus.

"Don't go yet, come with me to a place! With the people of the Interles Federation!"

"I need to figure out a way to get rid of that damn Imperial Double-Headed Eagle."

"Expel them forever!!!"

"(A universally understood single-word swear word)!"

"Where are we going?"

The Interles envoy said somewhat nervously.

He was very grateful for Casca's trust in Interles—after all, the Cainblachian had turned into a Chaos Egg right in front of him, and the fact that the other party still believed the Interlesian was innocent under such circumstances made him feel much more favorably toward Casca.

But the problem remains unresolved.

The tall, red figure was still under the control of the demon Carlos, and he remained deeply wary of it.

"Let's go to the Phoenix Grand Theatre."

In response to the envoy's question, Casca replied.

"I'd like to invite you all to see a play."

Interlese delegation: "?"

"It's a drama, but it's a crucial moment between our two sides, so how could it be—"

"Please sit down and relax. You don't need to worry about the rest."

Casca's tone became somewhat aggressive.

After dealing with nearly a day of government affairs, a pony that I must keep suddenly appeared, brandishing a dagger and showing off, saying that this wasn't Carlos, but the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle.

hiss.

Casca felt a headache coming on.

After gritting his teeth and leading everyone to the spacious seats in the Phoenix Grand Theatre, Casca turned towards Magnus.

“Magnus, I have a few more questions for you. Answer me right here and don’t lie.”

Although Kasgar is not the Primarch, his aura at this moment is definitely superior to Magnus's.

Magnus felt the same way as his imperial father.

He was still the kind of emperor who was in a state of absolute rage.

"When you first came here, you said the spirit of the centaur would guide you, but who was actually calling you to Interles?"

"Uh, it's that Imperial Two-Headed Eagle Spirit, but there's a reason for that, listen to me—"

"That's enough, no need to say more."

Kaska interrupted him: "Then what else did he make you do? Nothing besides stealing the dagger?"

"No, friend, what's going on? Are you implying that the Empire's double-headed eagle is actually a bad thing?"

Casgar: "."

“I don’t want to say much, Magnus.”

"If you ever see this blue two-headed bird in the future, just attack it with your maximum spiritual power, okay?"

"But it—"

"But you (a very vulgar Guterra profanity)! Does it have 'I'm a big bad guy' written on its forehead?! Ah!!"

Casca really couldn't take it anymore.

I really, really can't take it anymore.

"Is your brain completely (Gutaira swear words)?"

"You (very filthy ancient Terran profanity), do you mean that (very filthy ancient Terran profanity) chaotic warp beings, when (very filthy ancient Terran profanity) were present, would still give—"

"Stop it, friend." It was Ahriman who stepped in and stopped Casca from continuing to berate Magnus.

"All of this is new to us, and we are able to know from the beginning which warp spirits are accessible, such as the centaur spirits."

"And those, like that blue double-headed eagle, are malevolent beings."

"If our actions have caused terrible consequences, please allow me to apologize to you on behalf of the Primarch."

He bowed in the direction of Casca.

Although he didn't understand why pointing out that the other party had used witchcraft and could transform into evil wriggling creatures would provoke Casca's intense anger.

"Okay, I lost control of my emotions just now."

Casca held his breath, just as the [Centaur Gold Ring] was about to unfold.

"Now, please look forward to the arrival of true warp allies."

he said helplessly.

He made up his mind.

Even if I don't use psionic flames anymore, I still have to inform the Emperor about this.

That's terrifying!

How could someone mistake Carlos for the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle?

Holding his breath and concentrating, Kasgar used his psychic power to sense the world.

Oh no.

I forgot the Emperor is repairing the internet; I can't get through on the phone.

I almost made a phone call that blew up Old Huang's internet.

That would be amazing.

"Send a Phoenix Guard over there."

"Go and call over Ms. Parker, the Chief Propagator of Imperial Truth. Tell her I need to speak with her, and I'll explain the details to her in person."

O Emperor, Nicaea, come quickly.

Chapter 181 Carlos: "Born of a Mother"

Phoenix Grand Theatre.

Upon entering this magnificent hall, the Interlesian envoy nervously looked around.

Everything that had happened before was too far-fetched; even many Interlesians once thought it was from an old fairy tale book.

This left these administrative staff feeling lost and confused.

Suddenly, the eerie red-skinned Oglin bursts into the scene, pulls out the dagger that should have been hidden in the museum, and appears as the evil demon Carlos from the records, turning one of his envoys into a Chaos Egg—the powerful Chaos Corruption lurks within all of us.