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Although Kasgar could not see the other, he could sense that Fugrim's existence had been preserved by the Golden Throne—the largest fragment of the original body among all the other soul fragments.
Moreover, there was a strange black shadow beneath this golden throne.
"Forgrim... wait for me."
Kaska said silently to himself.
All he needs to do is lead the Phoenix Son back into Holy Terra, and he will be able to see Forgrim again, whom he has been longing for day and night.
It's not one of those fake swords that stab people!
That moment is not far away.
......
Just as Kasgar returned to reality from beneath the Golden Throne, the streak of light shot directly from Kasgar's right hand to another blade, the power sword that Fugrim had once forged for Kasgar, the [Slash].
"Casgar!!!"
"You've finally shown up! I thought... I thought you hadn't even considered me because you were so focused on expanding your legion..."
Kasgar sensed that the other's soul had already resided in this ancient, relic-like blade.
"It's okay, I'm here."
Sensing the other's pain, Kasgar gently offered words of comfort.
As for whether they didn't consider the other side because they were trying to expand their legion's size... well.
Casca has automatically avoided this pointed question!
"Promise me, okay? Never leave me again? Please—don't leave me..."
She wasn't whole; Casca could even sense her brokenness and her fear of leaving her.
It felt as if the other person was whispering in my ear.
"Hehe, but you probably can't have Casca all to yourself!"
Just as Kasgar agreed to the other party's request, another "Vogrim" poked its head out from the dagger on his left hand.
Ruined.
"Casgar!!!!!"
"Who is she? Why are you so close to her?"
"Didn't you say I was your centaur? Why is there another guy next to you—"
Upon seeing another large, fat snake on the left, the self-conscious and uneasy "Forgrim" cried out in a heart-wrenching, agonizing, and terrifying manner.
That's you, sis!
Why are you jealous of yourself, Fugrim!
Despite Kasgar's repeated insistence that the stabbing sword could not be Fugrim.
But now that he's at this level, how could he dare to provoke the newcomer, Fugrim?
Kasga was genuinely afraid that the other person would explode on the spot in front of him.
"Now you think I'm Fugrim? Didn't you always say I was actually the Man-Slaying Sword and enjoy your mental infidelity? Hehe!"
As if adding fuel to the fire, she whispered in the ear of another weeping Forgrim, "Hmm? You used to always call me the Man-Slaying Sword... What, are you afraid to admit it now?"
"What!!!!"
"No! Casgar! You've abandoned me, you tonic!!!"
"I didn't... I..."
As Kasgar looked at the two people arguing in his ear, he felt a sudden wave of exhaustion.
—Two living fathers.
"Hehehe... Little sister, actually, before you came, Casca and I did everything we should and shouldn't have done. Even after ten thousand years, the taste is still—"
"What?! That damned stabbing sword! I'll fight you to the death—!!!!!"
"Stop talking!"
"Dear sisters... please stop arguing—I..."
Trying to comfort the two fragments and stop them from fighting each other, Casca felt his energy dwindling.
I hope I can hold on until the day I return to Holy Terra...
.......
"Prepare...prepare to depart, Taitu, no, Nulus."
"It's time to prepare to set off for the Extreme Starfield to support the Ultramarines."
"Kasgar is on command aboard the Phoenix Sons' battle barge," he commanded.
"commander?"
Titus noticed something was wrong with the other person: "What's wrong with you?"
[You stabbing sword, just die!!!]
"Little sister, even if I really die, the mark I leave on Casca's body will remain forever."
[Aaaaaah, say that again and see what happens!!! I'm going to kill you!!!]
Hehehe...can you even hit me? Hehehe
"nothing."
Casca managed a forced smile.
Chapter 255 The Emperor's Incarnation.......?
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Plague, death.
A curse from which humanity cannot escape.
From the moment of birth, the fear of death lingers in the heart of every human being, only subsiding when it actually arrives.
The rise and fall, life and death of all things are governed by established principles.
But there are always some who try to break this inevitable fate.
Some things refuse to face death.
......
Even knowing that resisting death would lead to a curse far more terrifying and ugly than death itself, they would still gladly accept it.
They must accept it willingly, as it is the ultimate reward for being a follower of Nurgle.
Only those who can become numb and foolish from the extreme pain of being unable to live or die, and find solace in this, can possibly become a member of the Garden of Compassion.
The putrid blood turned into pus, and the decaying flesh coalesced into an immortal abomination.
The monster, which should have been extinct countless years ago, has been summoned again amidst people's fear.
Pain, numbness, finding pleasure in suffering.
This is the path that all the undead infected with the plague must take.
No one asks why the illness must exist; they all have to endure it, endure the extreme pain, and then face their own numbness and morbidity.
Only this is eternal.
Every follower of Nurgle would comfort themselves in this way: compared to falling into the hands of other dark gods, this was the best possible outcome—trust in the Father's gift!
They possessed eternal life and immortal bodies. As long as they learned to deny themselves and deceive themselves, they saw this cesspool-like world as a paradise.
Despair is the underlying tone of this world.
All the scoundrels need to do is enjoy the moment, enjoy the present—who cares about the raging flood!
—Actually, this is fine, isn't it?
......
No.
He refused the tragic fate imposed upon humanity.
Humans do not need to prostrate themselves; they can heal their own ailments and, through their wisdom, venture into the vast and boundless sea of stars.
Your words and malice cannot force my people to submit to you!
He stood up and used the flames to cleanse his body of filth.
He decided to purify the world.
Let the spiritual comfort in despair be replaced by the true will to fight, and let humanity believe that, apart from becoming an immortal monster, they have another possible option that has been forgotten for countless years.
To live in this world filled with chaos and despair as a true human being!
Leading countless like-minded companions, he began to cleanse the world of corruption.
Over millennia, the influence has created a complex web of tangled roots. Though the immortal will be burned by its raging fire, the monster's pus and toxins have corrupted this world for far too long.
But he still firmly believed that he could cleanse the world of its corruption.
The raging fire will burn this corrupt garden to the ground as swiftly as a knife cutting through tangled hemp.
Just as he expected...
He will definitely win.
......
Warp jumps through the warp often create illusions for Casgar.
But whether it was ten thousand years ago or now that he has fully awakened, this is the first time that he has been able to bring such a clear, realistic illusion to Casca.
[Subspace warp complete, have arrived at destination: the Pamenio system]
This place is now a crucial stronghold for the Nurgle army's advance, with tall, steep towers forming the main body of the city's architecture. They are all the same height and design, tightly packed together.
Under the Death Guard's artillery barrage, the shattered outer walls and unstable reinforced concrete with some cracks collapsed in the middle of the road, and had not yet been cleared away.
Although the garrison at Pamenio continues to protect the city from traitorous attacks, corruption has already begun to take hold in the city and among the panicked crowds, thanks to the enemy's poisoning.
The corruption of Nurgle first began to spread in the northern part of the Extreme Starfield.
Based on this chaos, the Nurgle demons first spread their corruption through the influence of the Corruption Cult, gradually taking root in remote star systems unnoticed by ordinary people while the Ultramarines were focused on dealing with the invading Hive fleet.
Ultimately, when the complex and bloated bureaucracy of the human empire received the signal, people could only discover in horror that the three star systems in this extreme star field had become the den of demons, Nurgle.
In the last interstellar communication, all that could be heard was the other party's desperate and painful screams.
Like the most delicious dish, the fear and despair of mankind, and the service they provide, can replenish the vitality of Nurgle, the Chaos God, who was extremely weak due to the depletion of the Great Crusade, and strengthen His undead army.
Today, these three star systems are collectively known by humankind as the "Calamity Cluster." As they transform the local area into the Nurgle Garden, they also use it as a base to unleash their corrupting armies throughout the Milky Way.
A massive, allied demonic army, comprised of endless streams of Nurgle daemons and cultist Deathguards, is wreaking havoc across the eastern part of the galaxy.
As for the current internal situation of the Cataclysmic Stars... according to the words of the captured mad cultists, the Great Impure One Kugas, most beloved by the Father, is using the Plague Cauldron given to him by the Father to brew a powerful virus that can corrupt Guilliman.
Soon, everything will fall apart, and even Regent Guilliman will be embraced by his loving father!
"But despite this, these inferior warp creatures never dared to attack Macurag."
He held these guys in utter contempt for those who only dared to cause trouble when the Ultramarines were locked in battle with the Zerg swarm.
"These traitors are roaming around the perimeter of the Extreme Starfield—they don't dare to attack the heavily guarded Imperial forces, but instead attack some poorly defended remote planets."
"It won't be until... most of the Ultramarines are forced to fight back due to the influx of the Hive Fleet that they will mobilize in full force like this."
Although the Ultramarines (and their sub-groups) were numerous enough to put any faction to despair, Nurgle's army also deployed its demon reserves, accumulated over nearly ten thousand years.
The two great unclean beings, Rotigus the Rain Father and Kugas the Plague Father, each lead a massive army of Nurgle demons.
Meanwhile, the Death Guard army, led by Legion Commander Typhons the Chosen of Nurgle, marched in three columns toward Macragge, the Ultramarines' homeland, which was currently weakened by the fight against the Zerg swarm.
Despite the large number of Smurfs, Nurgle also has a legion-sized army of Space Marine traitors.
Death Guard