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But clearly, this is impossible.
Moreover, Fugrim's so-called perfection does not exist in the Great Crusade.
Suffering from a kind of schizophrenic illness, Fugen split himself into two beings—one being the seemingly perfect Purple Phoenix in front of everyone, a symbol of striving for perfection even when imperfect.
Secondly, he feared and resented the exhaustion and hardship that came with pursuing perfection, and had a self-destructive desire to completely abandon it all.
The whisper in his ear was not from the demon residing in the stabbing sword, but from himself.
After killing Feralus, he chose to escape everything and numb all his senses through indulgence.
Primarch Vograim's choice.
Upon its birth in the Warp, its first sensation came from the Thorns, a race that worshipped Slaanesh (although Slaanesh had not yet been born at that time). During their ritual, it possessed the blade imbued with Slaanesh's blessing, awaiting a future moment of opportunity.
The true owner of the piercing sword will pull it from its seal.
In the warp, proof is eternal. Although neither the Blade of the Assassin nor the Slaanesh were ever born, their power was already able to transcend time and space and be added to this blade.
"But...that's not right!"
Kasgar's expression suddenly became agitated: "Then your birth means that Fugrim is destined to fall into a corrupt fate, and I can't save her?"
That was indeed the case before.
According to the Emperor's design, it might be more worthwhile to use the Sons of the Emperor, who value honor but are extremely proud, as a bargaining chip compared to the Iron Hand, which possesses powerful firepower and dark technology.
In the end, even if the emperor's sons manage to escape unscathed from the great rebellion, their fate will still be to be corrupted and degenerated by the hedonism that permeates the legions.
Even if the loyal Ironhands were so obsessed that they replaced their entire bodies with machinery to create the only pure vegan Dreadnoughts in the entire Chapter (without flesh inside), their strikes against the enemies of humanity would never be small.
His eagerness to avenge the Primarch can even unleash greater combat power.
But the arrival of Casgar shattered this established deal between the Chaos Gods and the Emperor.
This predetermined outcome was forcibly disrupted by the intrusion of a higher-dimensional being, namely Casca.
With Kasgar, whom Fugrim always held dear, her Great Crusade, though tedious and frustrating, ultimately led her to become a glorious Imperial Warmaster, and the Legion of the Emperor's Sons became the most perfect legion (at least for the time being).
Despite the hardships and exhaustion endured during the Great Expedition, the thought of giving up never crossed their minds.
She would persevere for Casca.
Kasgar, of course, would not trade his own Fugrim with anyone.
He chose to believe in himself and, with his power that was in no way comparable to any Primarch, forcefully reversed the course of the Great Rebellion.
Perhaps it didn't ultimately succeed, but from that moment on, Fugrim resolved never to give up again and to work hard together with Kasgar toward the future.
Because that was their "agreement".
"So, who exactly are you? And where is Fugrim right now?"
"Perhaps you are still worried about Forgrim's whereabouts, but I can assure you."
Seeing Kasgar's low spirits, the stabber said as if he felt sorry for him, "While your beloved Fugrim herself is not in the best condition right now, she has not yet been corrupted by any force."
call.
Kaska was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
"But Fugrim didn't fall into depravity as planned, so where did you come from?"
"Now that Fugrim has not been consumed by Slaanesh, you should theoretically cease to exist?"
"Well..."
"If you want an explanation, I can give one."
"This is what Fugrim, in his piercing sword form, said."
Although Fugrim has overcome her excessive obsession with perfection with Kasgar's help this time, she has now fallen into a different predicament.
"Casca!"
"Have you forgotten what you did during the Great Expedition?!"
"Ah I?"
"That's right, it's you!"
The "Forgrim," transformed from the piercing sword, approached Kasgar.
Her already perfect face became even more alluring and beautiful under the influence of Slaanesh (completely different from that ugly 40K pawn!), and the serpentine body that gradually wrapped around her made Kasgar feel a strange restlessness.
"When you were busy with all the work during the Great Expedition, did you ever think that she might be unhappy?"
As he spoke, a hint of resentment crept into the voice of the stabbing sword, as if Fugrim were truly speaking to Kasgar.
"You have too many women around you!"
That swordswoman Aqua!
And there's also pharmacist Meluxin!
And Primarch Feluse!!
And there are angels!
She was an angel, even more perfect than Fugrim. Even Fugrim, who originally thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, felt inferior for the second time!
(The first one was the emperor)
(Can men be this beautiful?)
Even the perfect angels often seek out Casca to fix the Legion's genetic defects!
Who knows how she and Casca resolved their "genetic defect"!
Although Fugrim knew about Kasgar's psionic flames, she couldn't help but think about it in detail.
During the Great Crusade, Fugrim could only watch as Kasgar urged him to travel between the various legions.
After visiting Phyllis, she went to the angels, and then to the other male Primarchs. She didn't even have much time to spend with her, Fugrim.
—She was like an incompetent husband.
Although Fugrim will no longer feel the agonizing urge to self-destruct due to stress, she will still be displeased by Kasgar's friendships with other Primarchs and their offspring (?).
Then I kept it inside.
Jealousy, unease, and the inferiority complex hidden behind pride, along with the constant fear of losing Kasgar, were all gnawing at Fugrim's heart.
Until the very end, just before Kasgar was about to explode in the battle with Horus, she was teleported away by Koz's psionic powers. In the fear of losing Kasgar, the fear and pain in her heart found a response in the warp.
The stabbing sword was born at this moment.
"Only at the moment of its complete birth will I know the ins and outs of all this."
"Forgrim" concluded.
"Although I am not Fugrim herself, I can help you find her as you travel the world with the aid of my senses."
"Casca, would you be willing to take me in now?"
"......"
He was silent.
Although seeing this snake-like Fugrim form made Kasgar wary, no matter what, he couldn't muster any anger even if he wanted to when faced with such a face that was one of the most beautiful in the entire universe.
Although his ten thousand years of time were but a fleeting moment in the static field, and although Kasgar knew that humanity was in imminent danger when he awoke, his first priority was to find a way to save the human empire.
but......
"Ugh."
"Come with me."
With a gasp from the other party, Kasgar grabbed the floating phantom "Vogrim" and pulled it back to his side.
"How could you be so...rough? But I like it too."
"Because you are not Fugrim, but just a negative emotion of hers."
Kasgar seemed to have calmed down. Facing the piercing sword that didn't seem too afraid of him, he said unhappily, "I'm not going to tell you anything. Once I find Fugrim, I'll wipe you out completely. Don't even think about trying to seduce me with your Slaanesh-infused moves, understand?"
"whee."
"Okay, okay, but I'm still part of the Fugrim, so let Mommy give you a good sniff~"
"Stay away from me!"
“I’m sorry, Tarachin, this one is mine too. You should find something else good to add to your collection.”
Tarasin: "......."
wonderful.
Seeing such a rare sight, even his old metal bones seemed to have become thousands of years younger.
......
"The spoils are divided, my friend, I should be leaving now."
Looking at the sparsely populated Blood Raven Relic Vault, the two cosmic thieves exchanged a smile.
Both Casca and Tarachin returned home with a full load after this trip.
An atmosphere of mutual respect arose between the two like-minded individuals.
“Remember my words—if I ever find any good relics in the future, I will exchange them with you using that shipload of gene seeds to trade with Sword Saint Aqua.”
"Goodbye."
As Tarasim used his staff to weave a ghostly green teleportation rift before his eyes and stepped out, only Kasgar remained in the entire space.
—If we don't count the stabbing sword.
“He’s gone now.” Kasgar said to the dagger in his hand after the other party had completely left.
"Now, tell me how to find Fugrim."
"Although I can sense Forgrim's presence, this sense is still too weak—I cannot determine her exact location at the moment."
"I can feel that at the moment of my birth, there were many more fragments of emotion scattered throughout the world, just like me."
(Like Old Man Huang?)
"Then what should I do?"
"That's for sure—"
The stabbing sword paused for a moment. Since she awakened and recognized her true identity, she seemed to have become much more lively.
"Her favorite person is naturally you—to find those fragments, the most likely places are the places you two experienced together, where she is most likely to linger."
In other words, Kasgar needs to retrace the path of the previous Great Crusade and search for everything related to Fugrim along the way.
"It's not entirely hopeless."
"Perfect timing, my Phoenix Child can be considered to be in its initial stages of completion."
Casca felt a sense of pride: "Where do we go for our first step?"
Now that the Phoenix Clan has completed all the necessary aspects of the chapter, including weapons, equipment, personnel, fleet, and logistics, it's time to engage in some small-scale battles.
The first step, of course, is to find the largest piece...
"As for where exactly Fugrim is most worried and ashamed, you know without me saying it, don't you?"
Casca nodded.
Besides the angel Saint Gilles, Casca couldn't think of a second candidate.
As for where the angels are, that's naturally where they're being attacked by the Tyranid swarm—
"Tomoe II".
Chapter 247 Every expedition is a victory!
......
That was in the early days of the Great Crusade, when Kasgar and Fugrim were trapped on Holy Terra due to the small number of the Princes of the Empire, waiting for the Geneseed to be cultivated.
During this time, besides visiting the shipyards on Jupiter to discuss the construction of the Legion's future flagship, the Imperial Pride, if she has free time, she will also take the shuttle back to Holy Terra to meet with Kasgar.