Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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Perseverance.

"Typhon! You damned traitor!"

"What have you done to the Primarch? What have you done to us?"

After Mortalian was elbowed away on the spot for being both smelly and tough, the remaining loyal Space Marines still in the Legion were destined to be eliminated one by one by Typhon, the chosen warrior of Nurgle.

He had actually been preparing for this plan for a long time.

Given Mortalian's absolute trust in him, Typhon, the company commander who had already gradually developed a Nurgle faith on his home planet Barbarus, had already united most of the Death Guard who were dissatisfied with Mortalian and the Emperor through warrior societies that had spread throughout the Legion.

His attack came swiftly and suddenly, especially since they were currently in Nurgle's warp. Many Space Marines were implanted with the excruciating Nurgle poison before they could even react.

To recruit these Space Marines, even under the influence of the warp, these toxins would not kill them, but would torment their minds and bodies forever until the pain of despair covered every corner of their bodies.

Out of pleas to end their suffering, countless Deathguard Space Marines were unwittingly blessed by Nurgle, their cognition and thought warped under his power... transformed into Chaos Space Marines without even knowing what Chaos was.

Of course, there are also stubborn guys among the Death Guards.

"As expected! I should have killed you long ago, you damned wizard, you filthy bastard!"

"You, cough cough, you are not worthy to be... Death Guard."

As he spoke, yellowish-green pus spurted from the wounds on the infected loyalist.

This only made him more terrified.

He was just an ordinary Death Guardian, not a powerful bodyguard like the Death Shroud.

In the previous silent charge, the latter silently charged towards the sorcerer in order to protect the Primarch, or rather, to avenge the Primarch.

Some of them, with their superior strength and combat skills, managed to cut the traitor in two.

But it seemed as if something was secretly helping him. Even though his physical body was shattered and disappeared, he was able to reconstruct his body while laughing wildly, and stand in front of them again as if nothing had happened!

Even with the power of the death shroud, it still couldn't harm him in the slightest.

Ultimately, under the increasingly intense and unbearable toxins, the Primarch's Royal Guard could only silently explode, their flesh and blood, already corroded from the inside, nourishing the ship that was gradually becoming a living entity.

Or perhaps the outer armor, along with his body, will gradually decay and deteriorate in silence until he finally loses his mobility and collapses to the ground.

Even so, the shroud remained silent, refusing to utter a single word.

Even the Death Guards, who refused to surrender, felt despair at the sacrifice of these tenacious individuals.

Could it be... that these traitors are truly unkillable?

Although he tried to cut off these filthy things with the blade of his sword, they seemed to be able to completely attach themselves to a person's soul, and no amount of disinfection could help.

Even his terracotta armor was covered in countless tiny blisters under the influence of this strange virus... It looked particularly terrifying.

“Brother, I have never betrayed you.” A strange, low humming vibration came from beneath Typhon’s armor. “I merely removed the weak and unfit from the Legion and pleaded with a greater and more merciful being for His blessing.”

"Do not resist... This power will give you endless life and strength. In the future, we will all be as close as family."

......

Under the unbearable erosion of the virus and pustules, and tormented by endless time,

Even the most resolute and unwavering guardians of death could not endure such near-infinite torment.

With Typhons gaining control of the entire flagship, most of the Death Guards on board, whether willingly or unwillingly, chose to join the Father's embrace.

As for those who insisted on a tragic death, Typhon did not tolerate them.

Too lazy to engage in further communication with those blindly loyal fools, and out of consideration for our past as comrades-in-arms, I casually turned the still-persistent loyalist Death Guards into a puddle of pus with a wave of my hand, ending the battle, but in another sense, continuing their eternal torment.

With their souls falling into the hands of the God of Chaos, their future was already hopeless.

How many more have slipped through the net?

Typhons turned to the others and asked.

The flagship has now almost transformed into a Nurgle behemoth, and since it had previously executed all the navigators, it had been dragged into the Nurgle space. No matter how many means the other ships had, they would not be able to escape.

Now, all that's left is for him to spread the Father's blessings one by one.

"Under the power of the Father, most of the fighting brethren on the Endurance chose to submit to Him and accept His blessings, but—"

"But what?"

"But just now there was another ship... it seems they are out of our control and are heading away from us!"

Do you want to run away?

Interesting, trying to escape the space of Nurgle, the god of corruption, without a navigator...

That's really interesting.

"What kind of ship is it, and who is the officer in charge of it?"

"The Eisenstein, commanded by the combat company commander, Seventh Company Commander Nathaniel Garo."

......

Zzzzz!

The power sword, flashing with blue light, disintegrated the force field, annihilating the putrid, foul-smelling... Garo didn't want to call that guy his fighting brother, even though not long ago, he really was a seemingly normal Death Guardian warrior.

But the situation changed shortly after the entire navigation crew of the Eisenstein was summoned to the flagship for questioning.

The Death Guard and his warriors suddenly attacked the ship's main control room, spouting nonsensical phrases like "Father" and "Nurgle," and tried to break in and take control of the ship.

Galo naturally stepped forward to stop their madness.

But in the next instant, those people's bodies suddenly swelled up like balloons, and then strange phenomena continued to occur—their abdominal armor shattered like the gaping maws of living creatures, spewing out foul and toxic gases and liquids that corroded the old ship and the screaming, fleeing mortal crew.

"What on earth is going on?!"

"Lord Mortalian! Can you hear me?"

"Yes, Gara."

Fortunately, at the very moment this unbelievable thing happened, Gara was able to make contact with Primarch Mortalian.

Although the other party's response was somewhat weak and uneasy, it ultimately reassured the combat company commander.

“Typhon betrayed us; his witchcraft rituals killed all our navigators and corrupted our ships and warriors.”

"What should we do, sir? How can we help you?"

Faced with those bizarre, plague-ridden fat pigs, Gara panicked and slashed at the group of creatures in front of him with his power sword.

But the results were not good.

Although these guys' rotting flesh looked like foul-smelling rotten meat, their healing speed and vitality were simply unimaginable to Gara.

The injury that nearly severed his entire body at the waist miraculously healed in just a few breaths...

A monster that rots but doesn't die.

Galo sighed inwardly.

“There’s no way.” After a moment of silence, or perhaps after fighting like him for a while, Motalian’s sigh came through Garo’s communication system. “Nathaniel, figure out a way to break through yourself.”

"I'll handle this—"

With a loud whooshing sound, the communication system was interrupted.

Damn it!

In his rage, Nathaniel Garo gripped his power sword tightly.

"Quickly! Diviner, go locate the Primarch! I'll handle this!"

Despite saying this, Gara still felt uneasy looking at the grinning plague monsters.

How is he supposed to kill these guys who can almost regenerate at any time?

"Give up, Company Commander."

"The Death Guard is about to return to the embrace of its father... Join us and let the entire galaxy be revitalized because of us!"

The traitors' persuasion to surrender and their footsteps drew closer to him.

"Get out! Traitors! I will never forgive you!"

"traitor?"

"When Mortalian forced every member of our legion to eat that wretched food made by Aqua, I felt he had betrayed us!"

"Only with my loving father's blessing was I finally able to forget the taste that brought despair to all living beings!"

Galo: "......."

He fell silent for a moment.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

"Yes."

"Although... although the Primarch's behavior was indeed inappropriate, for the sake of the great Emperor, for the sake of humanity, I will never associate with such filthy and despicable beings as you!"

"For the Emperor!!!"

—While Mortalian may be mediocre, there is still the Emperor for him to follow!

Fortunately, Mortalian had already been pulled out of the hatch beforehand, otherwise he would have fainted from anger upon hearing those words.

"Hahaha, the lackeys of the false emperor are really interesting."

Seeing that Jialuo was still spouting nonsense about emperors, the fat brothers who were holding out to the death all burst out laughing.

This is the realm of filth.

Within this subspace, no matter how stubborn these foolish resistances may be, they will ultimately be left with only despair before His supreme power.

Not only Space Marines, but also mortal crew members, officers, and servants, even the Deathguard flagship gradually came to life under the influence of the warp—the might of Nurgle blessed the steel ship that was originally just an inorganic object.

Looking out of the Eisenstein's porthole, the massive Endurance was indeed covered with strange, green spots on its hull, and its movements made it seem almost alive—truly sending chills down one's spine.

As for now, how can he escape?

Without a navigator, where can the Eisenstein escape the mysteries of subspace?

There is no way to go to heaven, and no way to go to earth.

Is this the end of Gara's fate...?

......

【Galo, I have something I want to tell you】

[What is it, a prophecy? Seriously, brother, you've spread your prophecies across the legions far enough, Kasgar. The frequency is so high it's hard to believe they're all true.]

Perhaps, but you need to listen carefully to what I'm about to say—Typhon...you need to be wary of this man.

"Him? This guy is indeed a bit eccentric, but since you're saying this, is there some clue? Or perhaps—"

I don't have concrete evidence, but the prophecy seems to link him to betrayal. You must pay close attention to his actions, especially when he tries to control all the navigators on the ship—it's very possible that he will use this step to trap you all in the warp.

[Attention, be careful! If something like this happens, prepare to go to a ship called the "Eisenstein," which might be able to take you away.]

【......good】

"What, combat company commander? Do you really think you have some tricks up your sleeve to escape from the power of the Father?"

The two mouths of the traitorous Death Guard were mocking his blind loyalty and ungratefulness.

"I......"

After a moment of silence, Nathaniel Garo suddenly looked up!

Now that things have come to this, we can only believe that crazy woman's nonsense!

"Qile, what are you waiting for?!"

Show me your strength!

As Gara roared in a near-desperate manner, a blonde woman stood up behind him.

"understand!"

He was a somewhat eccentric chronicler who claimed to have witnessed Prospero's miracles and insisted that "the Emperor was a centaur."

Euphrates Qile.

She radiated a strong golden light.