Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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"Enough!!!"

Just as the cunning men were still surging toward the Plague Space Marines, an even stronger corrupting fog instantly melted away the steel walls of the trade ship and the cunning men who were burying and beating the Chaos Space Marines together.

Accompanied by several bursts of laughter from rotting fat compressing vocal cords, and swarms of mosquitoes and poisonous mist, the figures of several Plague Space Marines emerged from the corroded opening.

Seeing this, the workers, who had just begun to see some improvement and hoped to kill the plague-ridden pig by virtue of their numbers, were plunged into despair once again.

"Third brother, you're too slow."

"Stop with the nonsense, come and get these damn bastards off here!"

"A sweet despair... But you guys!"

Turning over the numerous decaying corpses of scoundrels, the Plague Space Marine, nearly crushed to death by the horde of scoundrels, angrily pushed aside the pile of dead bodies and stood up.

Indeed, the gene stealers left many wounds on his body, but with the blessing of Nurgle's terrifying vitality, and as the pustules squeezed out, enlarged, and ruptured again, covered with layers of pus, the plague can soon returned to its original state.

"Why refuse the grace of your benevolent father? Your pathetic emperor cannot save you, and you yourselves are even less likely to be saved!!!"

"Look out the porthole!"

As the Plague Space Marine shouted, everyone's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the dazzling ripples of warp space outside the window.

The numerous ships that had accompanied their trading vessels vanished from everyone's sight at that moment.

This essentially sealed the fate of the entire trading ship.

Clearly, their merchant ship had been abandoned by the fleet and was completely lost in the vast subspace.

A decision as drastic as cutting off one's own arm.

This is the best option for the entire fleet.

During warp travel, there are always a few ships that are blown away by unknown warp storms or tides; or they are affected by unknown warp factors, making the entire ship extremely strange.

In this situation, rather than rescuing ships already affected by the subspace and allowing this anomaly to spread throughout the fleet, it would be better to abandon them as soon as possible. Losing some of the ships' cargo would not affect the fact that the entire voyage would still be profitable.

However, abandoned trade ships often don't think that way.

But who cares what they're really thinking?

"That's right, hahaha, the other fleets have already abandoned you!"

"As the children of the father of the plague, you will no longer be taken seriously by the Corpse King's men. You will be forever discriminated against by them and live a life worse than death!"

“Return to the embrace of your loving father! Return to where you belong!”

"Alright, third brother, that's enough. Those who are qualified to join us don't need your preaching; they will simply become one of us."

Emerging from the breach was a larger and more repulsive Plague Space Marine.

His attitude was even more irritable than that of the previous stinky canned food: "Stop being soft-hearted towards these lackeys of the Corpse King. These ignorant fools will never understand how great and benevolent our Father is compared to that laughable Corpse King."

“I will only give you one chance to choose—either accept the Father’s grace, or rot here forever as the Corpse King’s lackeys.”

As he spoke, he threw the same plague spores that the Plague Space Marines had previously displayed into the crowd.

......

The entire hall was silent, except for the hissing and buzzing of the corpses of the cunning cult members, which were still turning into pus.

The workers no longer had a choice, including the foreman who had been yelling at them earlier.

The ship now seems to have been completely abandoned by the fleet—without a navigator's guidance, even if they manage to get rid of these disgusting creatures, they will still be trapped in the warp and unable to escape.

We don’t know what the rest of the ship is like—but how can unarmed workers possibly stand up to the strong and powerful Plague Space Marines?

His death was already inevitable, but what if...?

What if it's really as he says, that as long as you eat this disgusting stuff and stay alive, you can join them?

Although the tattered and foul-smelling rotting matter was nauseating, they still wanted to live; they didn't want to die here like this...

I want to live, to live...

While everyone was still hesitating, someone in the group was taking trembling steps, approaching the filthy and disgusting-looking cyst...

In despair, they began to seek that last chance of survival.

Even if humanity can eventually survive, survival is still essential.

"That's enough, stop."

The resounding sound instantly deterred all the survivors who wanted to rush forward and stuff the filth into their mouths.

"Son of Mortalian. Your actions will only bring shame upon your true father."

......

In fact, Casca really didn't want to reveal his identity at this time.

He really wanted to resolve the matter peacefully in court before things escalated.

As for Nurgle's deadly poison... just kidding, Casca has eaten things far more disgusting than that.

The plague of Nurgle could not affect him. Even though he was not using his spiritual power at all, the mosquitoes and poisonous clouds could not infect his body in any way.

but!

If these stinky cans aren't dealt with soon, the entire trading ship will be dragged into Nurgle Garden!

Now, Casca really has no choice but to take action.

At that moment, everyone looked in the direction where Casca was.

There was only one young man there, who looked somewhat dark-skinned.

And this outfit... this appearance... and the way his eyes radiated a godlike, submissive look (actually, it was Casca who felt helpless).

At that moment, the flames and psionic energy emanating from him directly purified any filth that dared to approach him.

In the golden light and raging fire, all evil beings are swept away.

He could only be—

"The Emperor...! It's the Emperor!!!"

"My God! It's the Emperor's intervention! Those lunatics of the Emperor Worship Cult were telling the truth!!!"

"That's right! The Emperor will save us! He will bring down a fiery judgment upon all the Empire's enemies!"

Casca: "......"

Casca: "I am not the Emperor"

He was not an emperor.

Even though he was radiating a light and power that was almost identical to that of an emperor at that moment... he was not an emperor.

You guys really forced me to do this!

Casca didn't want to be a charlatan here either...

But at the time, in order to board this trading ship, he could only choose someone who looked like a young and strong worker.

—If a guy with skin as white as a midnight lord, without a trace of manual labor on his body, says he wants to be a worker on a ship...

Those recruiters probably wouldn't believe it either.

In order to better complete the landing, Kasgar could only choose the most common human form in this Byzantine hive world: a young man with slightly dark skin.

but......

—This is practically an emperor!

"The Emperor!!!"

"I am not an emperor..."

Ah, forget it.

Who cares if it's true or not, the most important thing is to get rid of these plague-ridden pigs first.

In the next instant, endless golden-red flames began to engulf the entire cabin—flying mosquitoes were reduced to ashes amidst screams, and the poisonous fog and miasma that the Plague Space Marines were so proud of were all reduced to nothingness under the all-purifying golden-red flames.

In just a moment, the Nurgle Space Marines, who had been high above and thought they controlled everything, were instantly reversed.

The thick, writhing pus on the ground turned into clear, pure water in the flames, and forced by the firelight, they were squeezed into a corner of the cabin.

"Anything else you'd like to say, Death Guard?"

The young man, transformed from Kaska, walked through the air, his eyes gleaming with an irrepressible golden light as he swept over the still unchanging, smelly cans.

It seems the latter are unaware of the cruel methods Casca, now in a state of extreme rage due to his exposed identity, will use to deal with them.

"The Cursed One..."

Actually, even the stinky canned food vendors weren't quite sure whether this guy was truly an emperor.

Because those who actually witnessed the emperor's power are all dead.

But they don't regret it.

The price the Corpse King would have to pay to kill them would far outweigh the significance of them capturing a trading ship.

Even the Nurgle Space Marine commander, who was leading the group, didn't understand why He would use His divine power in such a place.

"You... heh, you've won, but this world, this extreme star field, is doomed!"

"What does this mean? Will the plague war start ahead of schedule?"

"You actually knew...you actually knew our plan..." The leader, the smelly canned food, was somewhat surprised, but quickly came to his senses.

"But you cannot stop us, you pathetic Corpse King! Your Limit Starfield, and that stubborn Guilliman, will all be reborn under the blessing of our Father!"

Upon hearing this, Casca frowned slightly.

Chaos has only weakened; they are not dead.

Nurgle lurked in the shadows for countless years, all in preparation for a decisive victory in the upcoming plague war, aiming to completely infect the Five Hundred Worlds and Guilliman, thereby greatly increasing his power.

The Zerg invasion is not over yet, and the plague war is about to begin, but Guilliman is still asleep.

Kaska is pressed for time and must contact his old unit as soon as possible during the Badab War.

“I smell fear on you, the Corpse King’s lackey.”

Immediately, a burst of laughter erupted from the group of smelly cans.

Casgar: "......."

His anger meter is about to explode.

He had barely gotten out of bed when he had to clean up messes all over the entire empire.

You'd be angry too if you were in that situation.

"Very well, let me offer you this gift at this last moment."

"Casgar said."

"What? The Corpse King's lackeys are trying to play tricks? What exactly can you give us?"

"I can bring you—the truth."

"Casgar said."

.......

Bear.

Golden-red flames covered the stinking cans.

What Casca burned was not their bodies, but—

Their cognitive filters have been clouded by filth for countless years.

What is this? Why did I become like this?

My body!

Ugh—

Only at this moment did they realize that they had been eating history all along.

This was Kasgar's final punishment for all Nurgle Space Marines.

Even though he felt disgusted and nauseous, he couldn't even vomit at this moment: the Nurgle Space Marine's original physiological functions had been completely rotten and damaged by the corruption, and he could only feel everything rotting on his body.