Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Bah!

The next moment, another surge of psionic lightning shot out from behind Kasgar, and with his sword strike, it completely shattered the opponent's psionic shield!

It's Amar.

Perhaps Casca's fighting strength isn't that great.

However, the ability to remove negative debuffs from teammates is already incredibly powerful.

"Casca!"

"Never mind them for now, go and help the Primarch!"

Amar shouted urgently.

Primarch?

Kasgar smiled and looked at the steel throne shrouded in layers of smoke.

“Friend, she doesn’t need my help.”

"An overestimating ant."

"You have thoroughly angered me, you fools."

Under the continuous bombardment of Lord Nagadinaga, the billowing smoke and dust finally dissipated.

What came into view was a pair of metal arms that were flowing like mercury.

And beneath those silver arms, Phyllis's gloomy and terrifying face.

She had intended to show some mercy to the Gadinar people.

kindness.

Yes, as the future War Commander, she should be more merciful.

But why is it that whenever she tries to show even the slightest kindness to the weak, they see her as weak and vulnerable?

If this is the price that kindness must pay, then what is the corresponding reward?

Not sure.

Right now, all she wanted to do was make these two overconfident fools in front of her realize the price of provoking the strong.

Even though the armor on Philus's arms was cracked and broken, her silver-white iron hands beneath the broken armor remained intact.

It was as if her iron hands were protecting her power armor, rather than the power armor protecting her iron hands.

Just as Philus underestimated the spiritual power of the Gadinars, they also underestimated Philus's fighting prowess.

Especially the terrifying nature of those silver iron hands.

The particle beam cannon, capable of piercing through any armor in the world, struck Philus's iron hand without causing any damage.

It can be said that, apart from taking advantage of her iron hand's inability to react and slit her throat, there is no other way to defeat her.

(It's a shame you can't wear this around your neck, otherwise it would be invincible.)

"How is this possible?! How come you're completely unharmed?"

"Are you a human or a ghost!"

The two assassins were terrified.

No matter how powerful the particle cannon is, no matter at the molecular level should survive.

However, the creature called the Primitive remained standing there, completely unharmed.

"Die."

Enraged, Phyllis took action.

She picked up the power hammer beside the Iron Throne, a master-crafted piece later given to her by Vorgrim.

In an instant, it charged toward Lord Nagardinar like a cannonball.

Boom!

At this point, the wizard was already entangled with Casca and Amal, leaving the High Lord to face the enraged Iron Hand alone.

This is not a good time.

The first hammer blow from Iron Hand was barely blocked by the energy shield on his body.

But the second shot directly severed his lower body, which was covered by biomechanical components.

"Quick, use your mind magic to control him, help me!"

The high lord pleaded vehemently for the help of his wizard teammates.

"No! This guy is too strange! His flames can burn my mind spells, I have no way to deal with him!"

But it seems his teammates aren't bringing good news either.

everything is over.

At this moment, the High Lord felt nothing but bitterness.

Like a maddened mother leopard, Phyllis, wielding the Forged One, was slowly approaching the tattered upper body of Lord Gadinar.

Unable to move, he could only watch in despair as Phyllis and her hammer drew ever closer to him.

Perhaps, only at this moment could he truly understand how foolish his actions had been.

But it was too late.

Phyllis suddenly threw the warhammer aside.

Perhaps feeling that using a hammer wasn't enough to vent his anger, the silver iron hand clenched its fists.

In that instant, the liquid metal once again covered the entire arm.

Hey, can we reconcile?

This is what the High Lord's terrified expression is trying to convey.

His response was nothing but countless iron fists from steel hands.

boom!

Bang, bang, bang! Bang!

“There’s another assassin outside, Amal. You keep an eye on this wizard. I’ll deal with the guy outside!”

"it is good!"

Kaska quickly turned around, preparing to turn and rush out the door.

However, at that very moment, he noticed something unusual coming from Qianzi Think Tank.

"and many more!"

"Amal, you—"

Why did your color change?

Not only did their skin stop being dry and shriveled, but its color also became the same as that of normal humans!

"Am I normal now?"

Amar's mutterings were filled with disbelief.

It's a blood and flesh curse!

It's gone! The Curse of Flesh is gone!

When the flames dispelled the illusion, they also removed his blood and flesh curse!

Casca!

He can break the Blood Curse of the Thousand Sons!

Amar suppressed his intense urge to take him to Prospero immediately.

If one day I could introduce him to Magnus, the father of genetics...

Chapter 96 Death Gaze

Outside the Forging Room.

Besides Gabriel Santo, the company commander guarding the Gadinar delegation, and Aquaduna, the Emperor's son and the swordsman, waiting outside were about one hundred Primarchs of the Iron Hand.

Compared to the blue stretcher team, their presence was less about protecting the Iron Hand and more about the Iron Hand protecting them.

Unfortunately, in the end, neither side was saved.

Hmm. So it seems like they're not even as good as the stretcher team.

Before the first sound rang out in the [Forging Chamber], Aqua's right hand was already stroking the blade, her eyes fixed on the attendant of Gadinar before her.

Be ready at any time to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent.

Under these circumstances, no one would doubt her swordsmanship.

Especially when Aqua once defeated all the Iron Hands who thought they were "weak and fragile!" in the Duel Cage.

Within the Tenth Legion, she had become an invincible legend.

Rumors claim that Aqua Duna even once fought against the Emperor with her unparalleled swordsmanship.

At these times, Aqua would have no choice but to correct the other party's statement, pointing out that it was a rumor—it was her father who fought against the Emperor and died a glorious death, not her.

boom!

At the same time, the assassins from Gadinar launched their attack, accompanied by a loud clang from the [Forging Chamber].

"That's the sound of a particle weapon!"

"The Primarch is in danger! Prepare for assistance!"

Shouting, Santo anxiously grabbed his guns and weapons, preparing to open the gate to aid the Primarch.

But then, the foolish servant of the Gadinar stood before him, blocking his way.

"Step aside!"

Santo shoved him impatiently.

Logically speaking, any mortal would be sent flying like a cannonball by the full force of this Space Marine's attack.

But the servant did not.

The originally extremely thin Gadinal follower suddenly began to swell, his body swelling and deforming rapidly as if being inflated like a balloon.

His palm strike felt like pushing against cotton; the force was completely absorbed and digested by his resilient body.

Bio-genetic modification technology from Gardiner.

It was ruthless, but it was indeed effective.

"Take him!"

Santo shouted and lunged forward with his mechanical bionic right hand, trying to pin him to the ground.

A muffled groan suddenly burst from the mortal's throat, followed by a large cloud of white, foamy vomit that sprayed onto Gabriel Santo in an instant.

The vomit sprayed onto his terracotta power armor, making a disgusting hissing, acidic sound.

Ugh, that's disgusting.

call out!

Santo was about to deliver another punch when, in that instant, Aqua drew her sword with an incredible speed, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, and thrust it straight at the assassin.

It precisely pierced the young servant's cerebellum central nervous system.

He stopped his erratic behavior.

No, it didn't stop.

Even though the sword pierced his cerebellum precisely, the blood vessels in his body were still bulging abnormally under his swollen skin, and the fluid under the blood vessels did not seem to be flowing extremely fast; his eyes were wide open as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets.

Something is wrong!

He's not dead yet!