Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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boom!

It seemed that Casca's psionic shield had angered the Imperial Titan known as "Iron Skull"—the massive plasma cannon on its right hand burst forth the instant Casca opened its light membrane, and the enormous plasma energy, as liquid as liquid, slammed into the psionic shield in that instant.

Almost simultaneously, the light membrane that was already crumbling was completely destroyed.

A huge black hole appeared on the wall that the plasma cannon had fired at, standing there silently amidst the wisps of smoke rising as the steel vaporized.

Ah oh.

Kaska looked at the newly caused damage with some embarrassment.

But there's really no other way; in order to protect the secret of the return of the legendary hero Kasgar, he must now be extremely careful.

......

"What are you doing???"

At the same time, Casca heard Peturabo's deafening roar, which escalated rapidly.

"Where is your power? Where did your power, the power that could even kill Philus, go!?"

“I… I need to conceal my identity, Iron Lord. The human empire is currently beset by crises, and I am merely a former husband and lieutenant of Fugrim, without the influence of a Primarch.”

"To complete the integration, I must proceed with utmost caution—I apologize, Lord Iron."

After Casca finished speaking with a very conflicted tone, there was a moment of silence on the communication channel.

"Ten thousand sets!"

"I'll pay ten times the price for the power armor you wanted! Attach the prototype blueprints. Once you're done, take it with you and get out of here!"

Alright!!!

Kasgar chuckled as he enveloped himself in psionic flames, and then a swift psionic teleportation landed him directly in the central hall of the Emperor-level Titan, inside the cathedral of the God of Machines.

Immediately afterwards, the psionic flames spread directly into the fuselage with Kasgar's next teleportation.

As the flames burned, the corruption that had been wrapped around the Titan was quickly swept away.

Even though the souls of the Titan's pilots had been completely corrupted, their bodies were gradually merging with the steel behind them, transforming into a bizarre polymer of flesh and steel.

Fortunately, the Titan's soul had been resisting the corruption from the forces of chaos for a long time—as long as this corruption did not harm its own body, Kasgar would have a chance to free itself from it.

It seems the corruption of the machine soul is not deep enough, otherwise it wouldn't be necessary to use the drumbeats of an external sound array to make the machine soul enter a violent state.

"It can be resolved quickly; it's not a big deal."

Bear!

After learning about the situation inside the Titan crew, he increased the area he was sweeping away with the flames.

......

"Is this what you meant by 'resolving it quickly' and 'it's not a big deal'???"

This long-planned chaotic rebellion was quickly resolved thanks to Casca's intervention.

Those members of the Mechanicus who sided with Chaos could never have imagined that a god-like being, capable of instantly deciphering the Chaos Code and possessing the power to stop a berserk Emperor-class Titan Soul, would appear in this world of forging.

Of course, they don't need to imagine it.

Enraged, the rebel forces were annihilated by Perturabo's artillery fire before they could even escape the planet.

The rebellion was indeed quelled, but at the same time, the entire forging world was also wiped out.

Looking at the scene of utter devastation before him, Peturabo felt as if he couldn't be angrier than he could ever be.

numb.

His heart had been completely and utterly dead after meeting Casca.

The surrounding buildings, which were originally taller than the Emperor Titan, were reduced to ashes by the enemy's artillery fire, leaving only a pile of scrap metal wreckage.

Furthermore, due to the disruption of production lines and the sabotage by the chaotic forces, the production of a large number of goods that could have been successfully built was forced to stop due to the attack. A large number of normal machines were deliberately self-destructed by the enemy, and even a large portion of the machinery in the area was corrupted and needed to be removed immediately...

It's really a headache.

If it weren't for the fact that Peturabo's abilities were limited in this narrow terrain, he would have definitely blown those bastards who instigated the rebellion to smithereens to smithereens to vent his anger!

I want to try my luck with the eleventh draw.

"There's no need to be too hasty, Lord of Iron."

"As long as the [Codex of All Machines] still exists, it can provide you with a reconstruction plan for the damage, and before long this place will become a thriving industrial world again."

"......All right."

After listening to Casca's words of comfort, his expression improved slightly.

"Come with me, we'll talk about this back underground—"

Peturabo stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

"not good."

"Quick!" He leaped rapidly towards the underground laboratory. "There are still intruders!"

......

Because the forging generals of the entire Iron Bastion were involved in the rebellion, they crippled almost all of the fortress's defenses and alarm systems, leaving Peturabo with very few loyalists willing to provide support. (Pryde still wasn't very popular even in the fortieth millennium.)

They also need to simultaneously fend off multi-front attacks from the traitorous Guardians and Imperial Titans. In order to suppress the rebellion as soon as possible and reduce the losses to the Forge World, Perturabo decided to send out all of his forces in order to suppress the rebellion as quickly as possible.

He believed that as long as the rebellion could be resolved as soon as possible, the temporary lack of guards would not jeopardize the defense of the Codex of All Machines.

To be on the safe side, he even ordered his trusted aide, Hunsso, to guard the underground laboratory!

Yes! Hong Suo!

Since the rebellion at the Iron Bastion, he had not received a single report about Honso!

Peturabo, who was anxiously waiting to be taken down in the elevator along with Casca, was filled with anxiety.

Click.

"Hongsuo! What exactly happened—"

Before the hatch was fully open, he quickly stepped out with one foot and looked at Hong Suo, who was motionless in the static force field, and the mechanical instrument panel that should have contained the core of the Myriad Machine Codex, but was now completely empty.

Peturabo punched a nearby iron pillar.

recidivist!

A complete repeat offender!

These guys who stole his Codex of All Machines seem to have committed this crime before!

For powerful opponents they cannot handle, they will use psionic power to temporarily slow down their time and completely prevent them from calling for help through a static field—even the transmission of life detection reports will be halted, and even death alarms will not be triggered!

"damn it!"

"let me see."

As he spoke, Kasga slowly stepped forward, his expression equally solemn.

This is a disaster.

He never imagined that even the heavily guarded underground laboratory of the Steel Empire, which was even heavily defended by Peturabo himself, would fall victim to thieves.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; it's very likely that those people waited a long time before finally seizing this crucial moment when the defenses of the [Myriad Machines Codex] were weak.

Moreover, the other party seemed extremely determined in their objective—they went straight to the underground laboratory after the chaos, and used a pre-prepared static field to complete the theft before Peturabo could react.

They clearly came prepared.

“No need to rush, Peturabo. Give me some time, and I’ll try to analyze who the thief really is.”

"you?"

In fact, Peturabo also had some suspicions that Casca was behind it.

Only a treacherous guy like him could do something like this.

However, given that he had previously helped Perturab decipher the Chaos Code and stop the Emperor-class Titans from continuing their destruction, and that failing to complete the armor's creation was actually detrimental to Casgar's plans...

He still somewhat reluctantly made way for Casca and walked toward Honso, who was trapped in the static force field.

"Who? Who's there?! Uh..."

When he was freed from the static force field and saw Peturabo, whose face did not look good, he knew it was too late.

"My lord, I—"

"Forget about blaming yourself. Tell me what just happened here, and why you were trapped in the static field?"

Please refrain from blaming yourself.

Upon hearing this, Kadan, the former Iron Warriors company commander behind him, clicked his tongue in astonishment.

Having committed such a serious mistake, even eleven slaps would be considered an exception to the law for an ordinary soldier like him.

So, it seems like only Hong Suo is the biological son, while the rest of the Iron Warriors are all stepchildren.

(Although Cardin was just making a sarcastic comment, he inadvertently touched upon the dark reality of the Iron Warriors.)

According to Honso, while he was guarding the place, he suddenly noticed a surge in psionic energy. At first, he thought it was psionic magic cast by the mysterious visitor (Casgar), but his instinctive premonition told him that he was being targeted.

In desperation, he tried to dodge the opponent's psionic lock, but the opponent was even faster—

Before the spell that caused time to stop, all that could be seen was a dark red power armor figure.

It's easy to imagine that the intruder was a Space Marine.

The rest I don't know.

“He’s right, there are still traces of unmelted frost on the floor.”

Kasgar wiped the water off the ground, and with the restoration of the psionic flames, it instantly transformed into the frost form that had appeared before—a sign that warp power had appeared in the real world.

Perhaps, perhaps in other worlds, there are countless people suspected of theft.

However, in the world of Warhammer 40, the culprit can be identified simply by using the process of elimination in the event of a theft.

It has psychic powers and is a Space Marine, excluding the King of Figurines.

The answer seems obvious.

Casgar: "......."

"Only the Blood Raven Legion from the human empire possesses such psionic abilities to roam the world and steal sacred artifacts."

The Blood Ravens Chapter is a renowned chapter of the Imperium of Man.

His fame does not stem from the strength or weakness of his own battle group.

But their reliquary contains far too many things of unknown origin.

From the Dreadhammer of Scarbrand to the Black Templar Grand Marshal's Apostate Doom; from Phyllis Manus's Forgebreaker to the Roguefist of Roguedon;

Even Phyllis and Rogdorn's "rivals" (their original meaning) are treasured by the Blood Raven Chapter (this is a rumor and has not been verified, but the previous collections are true).

From any perspective, these collections seem a bit too outrageous.

—If their hands were clean, how could a group of unknown origin, not a startup, possibly have been able to collect these precious ancient relics?

Even if it's unclear whether Blood Raven in this timeline would possess such a rich arsenal, Casgar believes that Blood Raven's hands are never clean, no matter the timeline.

I'm going to join the Blood Crow frenzy.

He never imagined that his first encounter with Blood Raven would be here.

"?"

"So fast? You've already figured out that our legal code was stolen?"

Peturabo looked somewhat doubtful.

Did this guy find out a little too quickly?

Ever since he summoned Perturabo here, Chaos Rebellion, Theft, and Abaddon have all been heading towards his little Iron Empire.

Could they have all planned this together to trick me?

Peturabo stared intently at Casca, his eyes narrowed.

hiss.

"That's because of—prophecy."