Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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Although Kasgar was able to maintain his dominance, his power was never able to penetrate the opponent's iron hand defense.

An impeccable turtle-shell tactic.

Moreover, what angered and upset Casca the most was that he could even feel his body collapsing and separating, and that he was becoming... a being that was even more beyond human.

But definitely not now!

Fugrim has almost lost its fighting ability, and most of the remaining members of the Emperor's Sons are no longer able to fight against the mechanical legions of the Iron Hand.

If he falls at this moment, who will deal with the mad Philus in the future, and who will protect Fugrim?

Casca must be defeated here in one decisive battle!

Just as Kasgar was about to strike, as he watched Philus, wielding Medusa's Blade, block the attack, a fierce light suddenly flashed before his eyes.

This is the divine weapon that Chaos controls Phyllis with... It possesses the blessing of the Chaos Gods, and no weapon can compare to it.

Of course, Medusa's Blade, which was controlling Philus at this moment, naturally understood that it was the most vulnerable being in this battle.

To protect her "true form," Philus sheathed the blade in her silver steel hand, enduring the relentless onslaught from Kaska.

The Iron Hand is the hardest thing in the world... but it is still no match for Casca!

"A stabbing sword!!!"

【What did you do?】

Cut it off!

With the next strike, Kaska's piercing sword met head-on with the opponent's silver arm that was holding Medusa's Blade.

With a teeth-grinding scraping sound, the golden light on the piercing sword seemed to be real light glued to the blade, severing the once indestructible arm—

Cut it open!

Amidst the sounds of battle between the Space Marines and the Mech Legion surrounding her, Philus's ever-unbreakable silver arm was severed by Kasgar's slash!

It's now!

Watching the Medusa Blade being thrown into the air and still gradually changing as it tried to escape, Kasgar once again swung his piercing sword, which emitted flames, and chased after it to completely annihilate it!

No, no, no! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!

—However, this is not the cry of Medusa's Blade.

This is a stabbing sword.

With a roar, endless golden-red flames annihilated the demonic sword tainted with the power of succubus in this world.

Off!

"what!!!"

Having lost control of Medusa's Blade in her right hand, Philus instantly fell into a state of extreme chaos after her right hand was severed.

Not only her, but the entire Philus mechanical army, having lost control of the main brain, was brought to a standstill at this moment.

"it's over?"

Kasgar felt the excruciating pain of his body bursting apart, and used the blades in his hands to support himself as he struggled to his feet.

Primarch Filus of the Steel Hand has been released from control, and the remaining Legions should not rebel again without her command.

Without Phyllis, and with Fugrim and his presence still present, the remaining rebels were nothing but a rabble.

Now, all we need to do is log back into the Vengeful Spirit, beat that idiot Abaddon to a pulp, and reclaim the flagship and Horus...

Doesn't this mean that all the remaining possibilities of chaos instigating a great rebellion have been completely eliminated by him on this Istvan III?

Is the great rebellion about to end here?

No.

With Nagasgar's blade severing Medusa's blade that was controlling Philus, the chaotic power from the High Heavens could no longer wait.

If we wait any longer, the entire rebellion will be over!

The Chaos Gods have exhausted almost all their power for this great rebellion. If it were to end now, the entire human world would be free to roam for thousands of years to come!

All that's left is for humanity to develop the Internet and enter a golden age!

No matter the cost, the great rebellion must continue!

Boundless chaotic power was poured relentlessly onto the battlefield of Istervan—

As for the target of this forced indoctrination, it could only be the Vengeful Spirit, which Abaddon insisted on allowing Ahriman to continue the witchcraft ritual.

Horus!

The last hope of Chaos, the only Chaos Warmaster who can still shoulder the responsibility of rebellion!

What else can we do?

Should we send Abaddon in?

must!

Even if it takes a lot of chaotic power, we must make him completely fall!

Please!

If we don't become degenerate soon, we won't be able to continue playing this game!

......

Under this almost reckless infusion of power, Horus still opened his eyes.

......

The cleanup operation on the surface of István III is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Philus remained unconscious, and after most of the mechanical legion on the surface was shut down, the people could only violently dismantle it.

Fugrim had several ribs broken by Philus's heavy hammer, but after being given a quick bandage by the apothecary, he stood beside Kasgar again.

In this battle where almost everything was at stake, Tavitz and Loken, among others, survived to the end—as the stalwarts of loyalty to both legions, they lived to the very end.

But Lucius... Lucius did not survive this final battle.

"He...he went on a rampage, challenging all sorts of steel-handed machines to one-on-one duels...we were all too busy taking care of ourselves to help him..."

Perhaps dying a glorious death on the battlefield was his own wish.

Just as he initially promised.

In this final battle, Lucius became a heroic swordsman.

He fulfilled his promise.

"It's over, it's all over."

Kasgar shook his head slightly. The horrific scene was too much for him to bear—far too many of the Emperor's Sons warriors had lost their lives in the battle just now.

Although they all died gloriously in battle, everyone wanted to see them come back alive more than glory.

"No! The Vengeance Soul drop pod is still landing on the ground!"

The battle is not over yet!

If anyone on the Vengeance dares to disembark at this time, there's only one possibility—

As if to answer Kasgar's question, the airdrop pod landed exactly a few dozen meters in front of Kasgar and Fugrim, and stood firmly on the ground.

"careful!"

Kasgar shouted, gently pushing Fugrim aside, his broadsword and rapier both bursting into flames at the same time.

Horus, the chosen one of the Four Gods and the War General of Chaos, has arrived.

Because of those damned Chaos Gods!

Even at the very end, they were unwilling to give up this last chance to fight back!

Kasgar felt his power surging from his heart and from within his body—his hatred and loathing for Chaos transformed into boundless flames that swept towards his opponent.

Horus was clearly a formidable opponent for Kasca.

Horus, the chosen one of the Four Gods, is a being that even human emperors could hardly match, and who could only win that last bit of chance of victory through seduction.

A heavy hammer blow, almost beyond human endurance, came crashing down on Kaska with a stench of chaotic energy.

"Why are you stopping me...? The Emperor... is mine...."

—It seems that because Chaos had no other choice but to force the initiation, Horus's dementia worsened considerably.

But in any case, the energy contained in this strike was real.

We must give it our all!

The flame from the bottom of my heart is still burning brightly.

He can still fight.

He must fight!

He cannot fall until all the chaos and corruption are eradicated, until the four gods who are still snickering in the shadows are completely destroyed!

The moment he received the heavy hammer, the golden-red hue within Casca erupted instantly.

Kasgar was able to withstand the attack of Horus, the chosen one of the Four Gods!

However, his human body was almost unable to withstand the sudden influx of immense power.

As his body seemed to emit a series of cracking sounds, the cracks that had already spread all over his body became even finer, and the light emanating from his body seemed about to burst out.

—His...him is about to explode!

"Wait! There's something else here!"

Just as Horus was about to unleash another attack, Kasgar, whose senses had been heightened countless times, detected a dark figure, a dark figure that had been lurking for countless moments, descending from above, from the sky!

Midnight Ghost!

How...how could he be here?!

Kasgar had no time to think. He had just withstood the full force of Horus's attack and had no strength left to deal with another opponent when countless frosts began to condense beneath his feet, Conrad Coz.

"Not now, Casgar."

It was an extremely strong psionic surge, which included Kasgar, Vorgrim beside him, and many more of the Emperor's sons nearby—

In that instant, with a flash of psionic teleportation light, they vanished completely from Horus's sight.

"Who are you! Why are you stopping me? Why are you preventing my reunion with the Emperor?!"

Horus, wielding a heavy hammer, roared. He saw it—it was that dark figure. What was that person's name again?

Oh right, how could he forget!

That's his brother, the guy who looks a lot like Conrad Coates... his name was Klarax, I think?

"Corax, who exactly are you?"

He wielded his massive hammer, about to charge once more at the man who refused to answer.

"I--?"

The other party's reply was dismissive and tinged with sarcasm.

"I am justice! I am punishment!"

"besides--"

"I surrender."

Conrad Coates raised his hands.

.......

Scorching hot.

It felt like the body was about to explode from the intense heat.

Kasgar tried to pull himself out of this unbearable state; he still needed to protect the Legion and Vorgrim, and he couldn't afford to fall now...

You must wake up...!

Casca seemed to be able to hear the noise from the outside world.