Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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The moment the Stormbird landed, Kasgar no longer cared about the etiquette of the Emperor's Son or the fixed routines of communication between legions.

The instant he opened the hatch, he sped toward the room in the center of Ascension City where Horus was being performed a magical ritual.

"Stop him!"

Seeing Kaska approach Horus, who was undergoing "treatment," at lightning speed, Abaddon, who was guarding the door for him, rushed to meet him in a moment of panic.

The two sides met unexpectedly and were evenly matched.

Casca took a few steps back, while Abaddon braced his heel against the marble pillar of the castle.

"Casca, the Council of the Four Kings is still discussing your request!"

"This is not a place you should trespass into!"

"Get out of the way, Abaddon!" Casca retorted. "Haven't you realized it yet? Ahriman deceived you with your trust, and he deceived all of you!"

"He is defiling your most beloved Horus with evil witchcraft!"

"This is not a decision for you to make!"

Abaddon roared, his eyes bloodshot, and stood in front of Casca, refusing to let him advance an inch.

(It seems there was no rebuttal to the fact that Horus is their favorite)

"Gentlemen, please pause your fighting for now. We are still discussing your request," Togardon said with a smile, stepping in to smooth things over and separating the two who had been at each other's throats. "Lord Horus's condition is critical, but Ahriman has also emphasized that no one is allowed to enter during treatment..."

"For the sake of Lord Horus's safety, we must be extremely cautious."

He turned to the members of the Council of Four Kings around him and said, "Well then, since everyone in the Council of Four Kings is here, why don't we vote here?"

"The Kasgar from the Sons of the Emperor's Legion believe that the sorcery performed by Ahriman is untrustworthy and is aimed at destroying Lord Horus. What are your thoughts on this accusation?"

“I support Kasga’s view. I don’t really trust Ahriman either; his knowledge of Lord Horus’s witchcraft rituals is completely unlike what a normal healing method should have.”

"We should not place our hopes on witchcraft."

The speaker was Gavial Loken, who succeeded Cyranus, the leader of the Shadowmoon Wolves Council of Four Kings, after Cyranus's fall, becoming the council's newest member.

“To be honest, that’s what I think too, Gavial.”

Togarden nodded slightly: "Abaddon, we were too hasty in believing Ahriman's decision. Moreover, the mysterious death of Cyranus seems very likely to be related to Ahriman."

"Then what do you suggest we do? We're just supposed to watch Horus die, are we?" Abaddon said through gritted teeth. "We only have one chance. We must make Ahriman complete his ritual, no matter what!"

Abaddon cast his vote against it—the vote now stands at 2 to 1 in the Council of the Four Kings.

"What do you say, Ashmand?" Abaddon glared at the last member of the Council of Four—a Space Marine who bore a striking resemblance to Horus, Horus Jr., who seemed somewhat hesitant at this moment.

"...I actually think that interrupting the ceremony midway would only make things worse."

But in the end, he sided with Abaddon – the vote was tied at two to two, resulting in a stalemate.

When the Council of Four Kings is tied, Horus, the god of the wolf shepherd, is naturally the one to make the final decision.

But now Horus is seriously injured and in a coma. Previously, Abaddon insisted on having Ahriman perform the ritual to revive Horus, despite opposition from the crowd. And now—

"Now, everything is in my hands."

Just as Kasgar was running at the front, Fugrim led the Emperor's Son's personal guard into the central hall of the Holy Song City.

As the Imperial Warmaster, Fugrim currently has the authority to command all Legion members.

Even the Shadowmoon Wolf is no exception.

Using psychic rituals after the Nicaea ban was issued was a major taboo, let alone by the remnants of the original Senko.

Those who repeatedly refuse to learn their lesson must be dealt with severely!

"What? Ezekiel Abaddon, are you going to continue defying the orders of the Imperial Warmaster?"

The other party still insisted on blocking Kasgar's way. Fugrim gently placed one hand on Kasgar's shoulder and said in a deep voice.

"Humph."

Abaddon reluctantly took a step forward, his eyes still as fierce as before: "I hope you can keep your promise, Mr. Sherlock."

......

Snapped!

Marble fragments, along with the shattering of the metal casing, scattered and flew everywhere, adding new dust to the witchcraft ritual within this airtight chamber.

With the backing of the title of Imperial Warmaster, Casgar, no longer holding back, broke down the door.

The instant the gate was broken, endless flames surged forth, rushing towards both Ahriman, who was concentrating on completing the mission of the Four Gods, and Horus, who was lying heavily wounded on the ground.

Immediately following was Casca himself, who charged in like a cannonball.

He drew his [Severing Blade] sword and aimed it directly at Ahriman, who was casting a spell in the corner!

in!

The power sword gleamed with a ghostly blue light; Casgar's attack showed no mercy. As members of the strongest Space Marines currently in the league, both Ahriman and Casgar were formidable fighters.

—Kokaska has a shameless fire immunity.

With near-complete immunity to psionic energy, even with his immense magical power, Professor A couldn't have managed to turn the tables on Casgar in such a confined space.

escape!

After the door was broken, he hesitated for a moment before choosing this option.

Just as the sword in Nagaska's hand was about to strike him, a strange blue psionic energy surged, and Ahriman vanished from his spot.

Kaska's power sword, propelled by inertia, pierced the stone wall behind Ahriman, sending up another shower of sand and gravel.

The situation is urgent; we cannot pursue them.

Suppressing the urge to kill Ahriman, Kasgar turned his head back to Horus, who was lying in the center of the magic circle.

It seemed that on his chest, where the bandage was wrapped, there was an extremely long wound that was constantly corroding his body and soul.

"Hold on, Horus!"

"I'm coming to save you!"

Kasgar called out softly, and the golden-red flames in his hand flared up again. He frowned with difficulty and pressed down hard on Horus on the ground.

......

The toxins were spreading from the wound to every corner of his body.

Moreover, Ahriman's damned spells accelerated this process, making Kasgar even more worried about Horus's current state—not only was his body marinated in the toxins of chaos, but his soul had also been shattered into pieces by those damned chaos gods.

His current state can only be described as utter chaos.

Horus, in such a dilapidated state, has managed to survive until now entirely thanks to his unwavering and steadfast adherence to the [Thirty-and-a-Half Centaur Gold Ring]!

No matter how much you try to entice him, you cannot break through Horus’s heart, not even the last line of defense in his broken heart!

Even the Four Gods broke through their defenses.

Therefore, they chose to seek the corruption of normal angels in the Sigmanas system—after all, angels are normal people, which is countless times better than Horus.

What a “great” spirit this is!

Casca: "......"

He had never thought of it, nor had he considered it.

The final result of his arrival in this world and his constant travels during the Great Expedition over hundreds of years—

Other aspects remained largely unchanged.

The only thing that can determine the fate of everything, the only thing that can change the future of humanity, is not some grand and epic final war.

And the unexpected [Centaur Gold Ring].

Who could have predicted this?

Kasgar smiled wryly as he slowly used the golden-red flames in his hand to heal Horus's wounds.

......

Flames approached the wound left by the ritual dagger.

Kasgar believed that, without the intervention of the Four Gods, he would soon be able to give Horus—

Unfortunately, no if.

Just as Kasgar was controlling the flames to move towards the poison, the flames in his hands were suddenly met with a strong counterattack from the opponent, which seemed to have a mind of its own.

Four strange sensations and emotional turmoil surged into Casca's mind the moment he was about to come into contact with the toxin.

It seems that the current situation of Chaos is so urgent that the four gods seem to have gone to great lengths to help Horus.

The original single Nurgle poison has now been upgraded to a mixed poison of the four gods, all in order to completely corrupt Horus into the chosen one of the four gods, even when Horus is only thinking about the [Centaur Gold Ring].

Especially after the angels were successfully rescued by Kasgar in the Sighnas system, they had to hold onto Horus, the last chosen one of the four gods.

—If even Horus won't work, then they'll have to choose Abaddon, the one with the pointed head!

Chaos War General!

The Four Gods' Choice!

Invincible

A-Barton will face the Emperor aboard the Soul of Vengeance!

The angel who teleported to the other person's face a step ahead: "...?"

—Abaddon was reduced to a bloody mist.

The great rebellion ended.

......

no way.

The disparity in strength was simply too great, forcing the four gods to abandon Horus, the shrewd and powerful war master.

As Kasgar battled back and forth with the Four Gods' Poison, fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. The pale complexion caused by the exhaustion of his spiritual power made it impossible for Kasgar to continue.

No matter how powerful his psionic flames were, they were still beyond what Cassius could handle with his own strength in the face of the unreasonable situation of the Four Gods forcibly imbuing him with their power.

Moreover, even if the poison in his body could be cured, the shattering of his soul was still an area that Kasca could not currently reach, and Horus would still be unable to wake up.

"Cough—cough cough!"

In the end, with Shadowmoon Wolves and the Emperor's Sons anxiously waiting, Kasgar could only helplessly withdraw his flames and collapse wearily to the side.

"You! You bastard! You promised you would succeed!"

Abaddon rushed forward, grabbed Casca's armor, and lifted him up from the ground.

His last glimmer of hope was extinguished as the flames of Casca were withdrawn.

Ahriman is now missing, and the treatment with Kasga is ineffective!

Horus... Lord Horus is completely beyond saving!

"Wait, it's not over yet. Primarch, Primarch isn't dead yet, what's the rush?"

"What's the rush?" Abaddon was furious, raising his fist to punch Casca in the face. "Do you think you can save his life?!"

......

Of course there are.

What should I do if my body is seriously injured?

For something like this, you should definitely ask the relevant and professional legion.

Whose original body always falls asleep as soon as their head hits the pillow?

Whose original body always needs a stretcher team?

Whose Primarch always gets defeated in one-on-one battles?

—Guilliman, needless to say!

So how did the Ultramarines solve this problem?

—A static force field!

What can I do?