Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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"Kill me! Corpse King, no, Emperor, I beg you! Kill me!!!"

"No! This isn't me! An illusion, this is his damned illusion!!!"

"Aaaaaah!!! Help me! Get this thing out of here!"

......

Having been shielded from the power of filth, these stinking canned goods will witness their own decay in the final moments of their lives.

Bear.

As it all came to an end, the flames of Casca burned their rotting bodies to ashes in an instant.

Then he turned to look at the large group of workers who were kneeling and bowing in worship.

—Oh no, the national religion might get a big score again.

Although Casgar doesn't have much of an opinion about the Imperial State Religion—unfortunately, the State Religion is now in the hands of [Vandil].

Moreover, simply killing the invading Nurgle cans does not mean the crisis is over.

The entire trade ship has now been abandoned by the fleet and is drifting aimlessly in the warp.

Moreover, judging from the fact that those stinky canned goods had all finished dealing with their own areas and gathered together, it seems that the situation in other areas of the trading ship must also be extremely bad.

Now, how can they escape this warp voyage?

"Get out of the way! Get your filthy hands off me!!"

The foreman roughly pushed away the workers who wanted to kneel and embrace the "emperor," and as he stepped forward, he revealed an extremely fawning smile.

"The great emperor..."

No need for further explanation.

Kasga shook his head helplessly.

It seems I'll have to use some of my special skills.

That was a mysterious incantation that had been dormant in the universe for tens of thousands of years—

Centaur, gold ring

Chapter 216 Can centaurs be this beautiful...?

The Centaur gold ring did not survive into the 40K era.

This is definitely a welcome piece of good news for Casca – after all, the fewer people who know about this dark history, the better.

Thanks to the decline and dormancy of the Chaos power, the state religion did not grow as large as in the original timeline, thus serving as the basic control organization of the empire in the current situation where "imperial power does not extend to the planet".

Perhaps in order to keep the existence of the Warp as secret as possible, even the "spell" that can summon friendly centaurs is still best kept secret by as few people as possible.

Who knows if what he summons is a centaur, or like Magnus, a blue imperial double-headed eagle?

Most people lack the ability to discern, so a complete ban might be a better option in their eyes.

Furthermore, the ceremony of the centaur gold ring is frightening enough in itself.

Most judges, upon seeing a group of people chanting "thirty-year centaur gold ring" in multiples of thirty, would likely be so terrified that they would instantly cleave themselves and everyone else into a bloody mist.

Apart from a few scattered shrine worlds throughout the human empire, most worlds, while venerating the Emperor and his son Guilliman, are still very few that worship him as a god.

However, the High Lord in power now is Van Diehl... He might take this opportunity to establish the Imperial Church as the state religion and then use it to strengthen his control over the entire human empire.

In addition, the forces of Chaos have recently begun to stir... They might really enter an era of apostasy while waging a plague war.

That was truly a picture of hell.

All of this must be borne by Kasgar, the only person in the Empire who is conscious and possesses Primarch-level power at this moment (not counting the reclusive Vokhan, whom Kasgar is unsure whether he will go into seclusion or where he will go into seclusion).

"Guilliman! Wake up!"

"I'll never say again that you can't beat anyone in a one-on-one fight!"

With nostalgia for his comrades from the ancient 30K era, Kasga, radiating a rich golden light in everyone's eyes, couldn't help but shout in his heart.

Now... not only is the Emperor incarnate walking among mortals, but the centaurs have also begun to run!

Even if it didn't make it to the 40K era before... it seems it has no choice but to start circulating again now.

The next instant, an extremely dazzling light burst forth from the lower deck of the trade ship.

......

"Take stock of the warp losses, especially the cargo on the remaining transport ships, and check if it has been contaminated."

The captain of the entire Casgo trading lord fleet gave the order.

After that abnormal subspace fluctuation, their caravan was unfortunately forced to abandon several of its trading ships, and the remaining ships also seemed to have suffered losses due to the changes in the laws of the subspace.

It seems I won't be able to recoup my losses this time.

The captain couldn't help but think to himself.

Losses of cargo and personnel caused by subspace fluctuations or turbulence are extremely common and occur on almost every voyage, differing only in scale.

However, his luck didn't seem to be very good this time. One or two remote trade ships were clearly affected by subspace energy and gradually drifted off course.

Even the communication devices were completely cut off amidst screams... Under these circumstances, he dared not send the security forces used to protect the entire caravan to investigate, and had no choice but to cut his losses and survive.

If they were to be wiped out, and then encounter pirates or something... then their entire army would be destroyed.

Fortunately, the warp jump is now mostly complete, and they no longer need anything—

and many more.

"What is that...?"

Outside that porthole, amidst the pale purple fluctuations of warp that he had grown tired of seeing during countless voyages, he saw a golden centaur leaping through the void.

captain:"......"

?

What the heck?

A leaping golden centaur?

Everything in the subspace is unpredictable, but this was the first time he had ever seen such a turbulent situation.

He had seen countless bizarre and deformed creatures in this subspace, but they were unable to enter the ship's hull even a fraction of an inch due to the Geller force field.

It was as if a monkey had typed out "Imperial Truth" on a typewriter; the perfectly formed and beautiful existence of the subspace completely stunned him.

Centaurs can be this beautiful...

What is that?

Logically speaking, the creatures of the Warp should be strange, ugly, and dangerous beings, so why is this galloping centaur able to bring him extreme peace and tranquility at this moment?

Hallucination?

The captain involuntarily took two steps toward the side of the main bridge.

Looking around, he saw that all the other crew members were gazing out the window with him, lost in thought as they watched the centaurs running through the Warp.

It wasn't just him who could see it; everyone in the entire cabin could.

Moreover, as if someone were chanting some sacred hymn throughout the main bridge, a prayer with a church-like echo gradually became clearer with the arrival of the centaur—

Those days were the best time of my life. We lived together for 30 years. He was the only one who brought me out of the darkness of Carax. We spent a long time together. Over those 30 years, a bond formed between us that was unbreakable, stronger than any other bond. Thirty years may not seem long. Compared to 30,000 years, 30 years is just the time it takes for a heartbeat to pass, but I will cherish this time forever.

"who?"

"Who is speaking???"

The captain looked around, but his gaze fell mostly on the crew members who, like him, were searching for the sound they had just heard.

What centaur, what thirty years, what gold ring?

What are all these things?

The sound not only appeared in his ears like a demonic whisper, but also followed the centaur's surround sound, which spread throughout the fleet like a radio station.

"Wait, what's that? What's that following behind this centaur!"

Following the gaze of one of the crew members, everyone looked behind the golden centaur.

It was a somewhat familiar ship; its shape and the paint scheme on its side seemed to resemble the trade ship they had just been forced to abandon.

They are following that golden centaur!

But...why?

Judging from the communications at the time, they were not attacked by some kind of extremely disgusting, rotting corpse-like subspace creature that ravaged the entire ship's cabins.

As their ship sped toward the rift in the warp, as if guided by the centaurs, the enchanting voice that had been ringing in his ears, "Centaur Thirty-Year Gold Ring," gradually faded away.

Could it be that... this audio recording of the "Centaur Thirty-Year Gold Ring" actually comes from a chant on that trading ship?

If that's the case, how did their voices travel through the vacuum of subspace to reach his ears?

"Never mind all that. Now, immediately notify all the highest-ranking personnel to assemble in the conference room on the main bridge."

"Also, ask the navigator what exactly was that thing that just appeared to the side of our lost convoy."

......

"Reporting to the captain."

"The navigation room has sent an acoustic communication."

"The chief navigator said he just thought he saw the Emperor."

The navigators didn't actually believe that miracles could happen around them.

But the reality far exceeded his trust in common sense.

That light, as bright as a small star torch... that was clearly the Emperor's power, and only he could use his power to help humanity overcome the current crisis.

...The Emperor has appeared.

Even though the captain himself was a believer in the truth of the Empire, and despite having experienced countless warp voyages, he always regarded it as a problem that could not be solved by science for the time being, but ultimately not the realm of some god descending to save believers.

But what happened today was truly hard for him to understand—

hiss.

He seems to have forgotten something very important.

"Wait, that's our ship!!"

......

Badab Sector.

The entire Badab sector is currently in a state of extreme tension and readiness for war. Although the formal war has not yet begun, minor skirmishes between the two sides continue.

The former rulers of Badab had recently declared independence, and they had dispatched a large naval task force, internal affairs inspectors, and tribunal envoys.

In addition, the Red Scorpion, Raptor, and Flame Angel chapters, along with the nearby Firehawks, will operate together.

While blaming each other, they both maintained a certain degree of restraint.

The two sides did engage in some combat in the void sea battle, but compared to the size of the fleets deployed by both sides, this level of collision and loss was as laughable as flirting or tickling.

Neither side seems willing to fight to the bitter end.

After all, they were all loyal Space Marines of the Emperor. Not only did Huron not want to start a protracted civil war, but even Verant Ortys, the Chapter Master of the Red Scorpion Chapter who served as the commander of the Imperial Army, advocated for peace talks with Huron.

Huron himself was well aware that he was only trying to gain more leverage for his chapter in the Great Vortex War, and he did not believe that he could contend with the entire Imperium of Man with just the strength of three Space Marine chapters.

As for the Red Scorpion side, they also did not want to make a big fuss.

Although Wang Xiulun was indeed ambitious, he was renowned in many battle groups for his loyalty and helpfulness.

The Astartes fighting brothers find it hardest to refuse this simple and direct brotherhood.

Not long ago, the [Executioners] chapter swore a blood oath to help [Star Claws] in order to repay a debt of gratitude, and decided to send at least a lean (actually not lean) but powerful force to the region.

So what if you betrayed us?

We're practically brothers in arms, so I have to lend a hand.

Seeing this, Otis, the leader of the Red Scorpion Chapter, agreed to peace talks with Huron.