Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

It's quite heat-resistant.

"Damn little beast!"

Casca raised his right arm, which was engulfed in flames, and began to fight his opponent.

"Telma, you guys deal with the rest of the stuff here first. I'll come help you after I burn him to death!!"

".good!"

Telma finally regained some of her senses.

There are no guests or maids left in this room.

Before him was nothing but a group of pathetic chunks of flesh writhing on the filthy ground.

They can be vaguely identified by their appearance as having once been human.

But it seems that, under intense and decadent stimulation, they are now quite far removed from humanity.

Inside the room, the murals that were once full of artistic flair have all disappeared.

On the ugly walls formed by the filthy blood, only some broken human tissues were roughly pieced together in this filthy room.

To be honest, even though Telma was used to seeing battlefield limbs and fragments, a feeling of nausea and disgust still filled his throat when he saw what was in front of him.

Nausea.

Disgusting, disgusting!

Those alluring and beautiful maids, after being scorched by Casca's fire, were reduced to hideous, deformed, horned monsters.

It was waving its crab claws and lunging at him.

The truth of everything returned to their view.

"Damn it, what kind of monsters are these now?"

He frowned and raised his explosive gun at the monsters.

Several bullets streaked through the air, shooting towards the monsters coming from all directions within the room.

But the monsters seemed to be very fast and agile. With a few dodges, they quickly arrived beside Telma.

Just in time!

Compared to long-range shooting, Telma naturally prefers close-quarters combat.

Almost all the sons of emperors like to do this.

Until he was punished by a certain unscrupulous chief lord commander who used a retractable shield to poke him.

He quickly threw down the bomb gun, turned around and used the momentum to draw the Shanabar saber from his waist, slicing the monster in half at the waist.

But what's unusual is that the monster didn't gush out much blood or internal organs.

Just a few moments later, the monsters' corpses vanished from the spot.

As one of the six swords chosen by Vorgrim to join the Byzantine campaign, Telmar's combat prowess is certainly not to be underestimated.

He brandished his military knife, swiftly hacking the monsters that dared to approach into pieces.

Those ugly banshees seemed to be exhaling some kind of pink mist, trying to reinfect his thoughts.

But after the room was scorched by Casca's flames, such petty tricks could no longer shake Telma's resolve in the slightest.

"Damn it, how dare you deceive me!!!"

Filled with rage at being deceived, he charged forward, meeting their terrified gazes and screams, and cleaved them all into pieces.

Damn aliens!!!

An indescribable sense of shame and indignation filled the heart of this emperor's son.

Die to me!

dead!

The battle ended quickly.

After being scorched by the flames of Kasgar, all the evil warp influences in the room were burned away.

With only a group of dejected Slaanesh demons remaining, there was no way they could defeat the warrior Telmar, who was currently burning with rage.

"Casca, I'm here to help you!"

Natelma drew his Shanabal saber and swung it down at the "alien" that was engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

That's right, the alien.

In his mind, this guy was nothing more than a somewhat bizarre alien.

"Die!"

Telma howled.

There must never be a monster in the world that can remember their dark history!

The honor of the Third Army must be defended!

Snapped!

Not only that, in the next instant, the monster was hit in the head by a bomb from the side.

It was Thorne, who had been silent for a long time.

He was finally able to break free from the strange influence of those monsters and rejoin the battle.

"it is good!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the two of them slowed down, Kasgar delivered another fiery punch, slamming it hard into the succubus's androgynous chest, burning large areas of wounds.

"what--"

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the female demon suddenly let out a piercing scream that went straight into the minds of the three people present.

Even Casca, who is capable of exorcising witchcraft, felt dizzy and unsteady when faced with such a pure noise attack.

Seeing that it had worked, the banshee leaped back into the subspace portal beside her.

"damn it!"

"Talmar, go back and report to Fugrim that I'm alright. I'm going after him right now!"

".good!"

Kasgar nodded to the two Legion warriors and followed the demon as it rushed into the portal in the final moments before it closed.

Everything returned to normal.

Despite being somewhat incredulous at what had just happened, Telma shakily rose again amidst the lingering shockwaves in her mind.

"How are you?"

Telma asked Thorne, who was standing nearby.

"I feel terrible. My head is spinning and my thoughts are all jumbled up."

"I can't remember anything that happened after I went through that door."

"Me too. What kind of monsters are these?"

"I don't know. By the way, where are the Cascans now?"

"Who knows."

As she spoke, Telma looked toward the center of the room.

There, lay six extremely twisted corpses.

Together with the magic circle on the ground, outlined by bloodstains and some kind of human bodily fluid, they formed an altar filled with blasphemous symbols.

Just now, they used this opened warp portal to summon...

demon.

Telma recalled those creatures and summoning methods that existed only in legends.

Unfortunately, this seemed to be no different from what he was seeing.

It seems that it was this that attracted the "dancer" and Casca, who followed closely behind.

"Damn it. Thorne, did you bring a flamethrower?"

"Only the incendiary pistol."

"Okay, let's write these things down and then burn them all."

"it is good."

Telma recalled what Casca had just done.

Of course, he wanted to burn away the nausea that lingered in his heart.

He turned around and looked at the relief door he had pushed open earlier.

After losing the witchcraft cast by the monsters, the once beautiful and alluring dancer instantly transformed into an ugly, multi-armed monster.

Not only is she ugly, but the most crucial thing is that she also has two completely different sets of physiological organs.

quack!

It's really, really ugly!

Telma tried her best not to think about what had just happened.

As if caught in a period of deep reflection, Telma recalled the ugly, androgynous creatures she had just seen, and a wave of nausea washed over her.

Thinking about how obsessed I had been with these androgynous monsters just now...

Ugh, ugh, ugh—

An indescribable sense of regret suddenly filled Thelma's heart.

"I'm really terrible."

"Telma said with deep regret."

Chapter 79 The Water Drawer

"Burn this place down quickly. Lord Fugrim is probably still waiting for news from Kasgar."

"We need to hurry—"

Telma lowered his head and glanced at the small atomic clock on his wrist.

Wait a minute!

The timing is wrong!

According to the clock, several days have passed since they set off!

"How is that possible! I only remember spending at most one Terra hour here."

"The nutrient solution inside the backpack has not been used at all."

Unbeknownst to them, the recent ritual had nearly dragged the entire chamber into the influence of the subspace, thus affecting the flow of time.

The situation may be far worse than he imagined.

"quick!"

"We have to go back quickly!"

The capital of Byzantium.

After Forgrim ordered the takeover of all Byzantium, the mortal sheriffs from the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets performed their duties admirably.

Aside from a few sporadic noble rebellions, the entire Byzantine government was almost entirely controlled by Chancellor Collins, who was supported by Fugrim.

Several days passed.

There's still no clue about Casca.

Not only that, even Telma and Thorne, who were originally sent to investigate the southern continent, disappeared without a trace after entering the enemy's stronghold.

Frustration filled Fugrim's heart.