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The temptation from Slaanesh continues to intensify.
Should we retreat?
No.
We absolutely cannot let all our previous efforts go to waste.
"Everyone, gather around the stage, and don't look at those eerie lights and colors that tempt you!"
Kid, don't look at it!
Slaanesh's sensual pleasures are only temporary, but the brilliance of the centaur's gold ring is eternal!
"Forgrim, are you alright?" Kasgar asked with great concern. "If you sense anything amiss, lead your men out of here immediately. I'll handle the rest!"
"It's alright, don't worry, Casca."
Fugrim smiled and gave Kasgar a light kiss on the forehead.
"go ahead!"
She pointed her longsword, which was gleaming with intense flames, into the depths of the temple, which was still shimmering with an eerie light.
......
Bright lights illuminated the vast space of the temple, and people leaped from one wall to another, their clamor echoing amidst the deafening clang of centaur gold rings.
Dreamlike colors swirled and danced in the air, as if the light had somehow been captured by the damp, fragrant mist that filled the room.
After passing through several corridors painted with numerous strange murals and reliefs, Fugrim led the Imperial Princes into the very center of the temple.
The layout here is quite different.
Huge statues surrounded the temple; these statues may well be the piercing gods.
The colossal bull-headed stone sculptures had multiple arms and enormous horns on their heads. Countless spiked rings pierced their stone flesh, and each statue's chest was covered with layers of armor, with its left breast exposed.
This is--
Those unfamiliar with Warhammer might immediately assume that the name Slaanesh is associated with pornography upon hearing it!
Hehehe, there are beautiful and attractive succubi in the Slaanesh camp!
I have no choice but to join the gang now!
However, the original image of Slaanesh was not exactly unlike Slaanesh, but it was completely unrelated.
They were a group of bull-headed monsters.
(This is what Slaanesh, the Keeper of the Secrets, actually looks like?)
In other words, these things are—
"Cowboy!"
Kasga blurted out almost the instant he stepped into the room.
There's a cow!
kill!
Minotaur, you must die!
As he rushed out, he saw that every centimeter of the temple walls was covered with bizarre reliefs, and even Casca didn't want to look closely at what they depicted.
Even though the thorn people were facing annihilation, there were still hundreds of thorn people writhing like maggots on the floor of the room in this temple.
This sight made Casca freeze, unable to move.
The serpentine bodies of the assassins were horribly intertwined, resembling some kind of bizarre sexual convention.
Ugh!
Casca felt a discomfort in his throat, as if he wanted to vomit something.
This is a physiological aversion, just as a pure-hearted warrior would never tolerate a minotaur appearing in front of him.
Kasgar will not let any beast who dares to lure Fugrim into treachery get away with it!
Fugrim has defected?!
Absolutely impossible!
If she votes for the wrong person, then I won't be number one in her heart anymore, right?
Thinking of this, the power sword in Casca's hand crackled as it disintegrated the force field, as if encouraging its old buddy to hurry up and drink the blood of these minotaur followers!
Do you really think you can lure Fugrim into your decadent and perverted life with these dirty and ugly tricks?
Don't even think about it!
"kill!"
Before the people behind could catch up with Casca, who was charging at the front, he began to slaughter the assassins in the arena.
You filthy creatures, you damned beasts, just die!
Fugrim is mine!
......
The killings had been going on for some time.
As the sound system of the centaur gold ring propaganda vehicle behind him filled the air around the blood-soaked Casca, his anger and fear subsided considerably.
Even as the slippery, thorny corpse fell, it remained surrounded by a patterned, black, round stone. Embedded within that stone was a slightly tall sword, its blade gently curved.
Its handle is long and silver.
Its surface pattern resembles snake scales, and the hilt is inlaid with glittering purple stones that reflect a dazzling light.
In the past, a legend often circulated among Space Marines.
Only the one who pulls the sword from the stone can become king—no, according to the current narrative of the human empire, only the one who pulls the sword from the stone can become the Imperial War General.
However, some argue that this is completely unrealistic, and that the legend of pulling the sword from the stone does indeed exist, according to archaeological research by the Mechanicus.
But instead of becoming a king, she will undergo a sexual transformation into a woman.
Moreover, there seems to be a legend that the sword broke when it was pulled out of the stone, but the demon that had resided in the sword for five hundred years would still appear as a young woman with green hair to assist the person who pulled out the sword in fighting against evil.
It may sound strange, but that's how it's described in the archaeological accounts of that Mechanicus sage.
—It seems that Fugrim fits all three criteria.
Does this mean that she is a born imperial war commander who needs to pull out the sword in the stone?
As for Kascar's warning before entering the temple...
It seemed that my perception was clouded by a strange, hazy mist.
Even though Vogrim had kept Kasgar's warning in mind beforehand, under the endless power of the Thirsty Lady, Vogrim's pace did not slow down despite Kasgar's dissuasion.
In her mind, it seemed that she was the one who should draw the sword.
To prove that she is the true Imperial Warmaster, and to prove that she can protect Casgar from harm by anyone with her own strength.
"Come back, Fugrim!"
"Don't touch that sword!!!"
Kasgar was shocked to see that Fugrim, who had walked out from behind him, had only a confused longing in his eyes.
do not!
Absolutely not!
He tried to step forward to stop them, but just then the fog stung his eyes like condensed steel needles, and as the noise and light continued to assault his senses, he could feel a strong headache beginning.
Ah!
Unlike Magnus, a fool, Fugrim was intelligent.
She won't randomly pick up dirty things from the ground.
But if the evil god really does tear off the mask and forcibly indoctrinates, who can stop him?
Can an ordinary person do that?
Of course not. Even the loyal and elite Phoenix Guard squad of the Imperial Prince Legion could only stand still when faced with it, losing the ability to protect the Primarch.
No one can do that.
.......
But I am not human.
Bear! In that instant, golden-red flames suddenly shot out from Casca's right arm. Although he couldn't refine the strange pink mist as usual, at least Casca finally gained a chance to move freely.
Despite the power of Slaanesh, his flames were completely suppressed to the surface of his skin, forming a thin film of flame light.
This is already the limit for Casca.
Not to mention that the flames could dispel Fugrim's control, even Kasgar himself is now finding it difficult to resist this mental erosion.
It's wishful thinking to think that he could fight against the suppression of an evil force in the subspace all by himself.
It's now!
It was no longer possible to stop Fugrim; the Primarch's physical abilities made it impossible for him to move the ground with his elbow.
Over the course of two hundred years, Casca has suffered countless losses because of this.
but!
The man Kaska couldn't stop him, but this sword could!
While Fugrim was still wandering aimlessly toward the sword in the stone, Kasgar, surrounded by endless psionic flames, lunged forward with difficulty—
It's now!
Just as Navrium reached out to grasp the dagger, another pair seemed to be a step ahead, snatching the sword away—
Click!
It broke...into pieces?
"Uh... huh?"
Kasgar blinked several times, somewhat unable to believe what he was seeing.
Is this a stabbing sword?
But how come it broke so easily?
And what about the legendary evil Slaanesh demon that resides in the sword?
Bear!
Before Kasgar could even think things through, a golden light seemed to illuminate the entire temple from behind him.
After a long period of signal loss, the centaurs that Nacas had been eagerly awaiting finally arrived.
As if possessing a burning effect, under the illumination of this pure golden light, the thorny corpses lying haphazardly on the ground seemed to be emitting a crackling sound as if they were being roasted.
【Hello】
"Casca...?"
"Forgrim called out as if waking from a dream."
"What...what just happened to me? I feel like I..."
"It's alright, Fugrim. Don't be afraid, I'm still here."
Kasgar tossed the shattered, piercing sword aside as if it were trash. Despite the inconvenience of wearing heavy armor, he still did his best to step forward and embrace the other person.
【Hello】
"Did I just...?"
"It's alright, don't blame yourself. As the Imperial War Commander, you've done more than enough."
The last Imperial Warmaster who entered the temple was about to set the galaxy ablaze in six days, but the Fugrim Warmaster was able to recover after being bathed in the Centaur's golden light, which is quite remarkable.
Kaska gently comforted her.
【Hello!!!】