Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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"...Mathieu."

"what happened?"

After what had just been said, the priest, whose mind was in complete disarray, asked somewhat blankly.

"Give me one of the cookies you have."

Finally, revealing his true intentions, he took a cookie from the bag in his hand and happily ate it before the other party could react.

"Ah...that's right..."

"This is the taste..."

Chapter 261 It's more plague-like than the divine plague, and more fiery than an emperor.

The morning in Pamenio was still drizzling.

Just as the two legions were locked in a stalemate, Typhons, the commander of the Death Guard, and another Nurgle archmage, [Rainfather] Rotigus, arrived and took over Korgas's position.

His ability to turn the land into a muddy, vicious mess is enough to trap Astragalus tanks and Titans, rendering every Imperial offensive futile.

Despite the entire world of Altramor 500 continuously supplying new recruits and equipment to Pamenio, the main battlefield of the plague war, the enemy's corruption seemed to never stop for a moment.

Nurgle even threw all of His demonic army into this battlefield.

As the Extreme Starfield falls into crisis due to the devouring of the Zerg Hive fleet, the Nurgle Chaos Demon Army, which has been lying in wait for ten thousand years, finally finds its opportunity and launches a full-scale attack, determined to avenge its past defeat.

The same thought was shared by the human empire's allied legion, led once again by the "Emperor's Avatar."

We can't delay any longer.

The corruption of filth is like a tumor on this planet, constantly eroding and decaying everything.

If they continue to wait, they will only face inevitable destruction.

"A foolish act, but commendable in its courage."

Looking down at the Nurgle army below, about to play happily with humans in the filthy mud, Primarch Magnus, who had spread out a psionic shield in the sky to isolate everything (though he couldn't smell them, he felt disgusted), said.

Although the Nurgle demons don't particularly like this fickle and cunning ally, he seems to be the only one capable of holding off their attack.

Magnus clearly wouldn't respect these stagnant, corrupt people who were happily swimming in the cesspool—they were too foolish and took pleasure in it.

Both sides are getting what they want.

Human armies are approaching; it's time to act.

He watched as the psionic flames swept in from afar, dissipating upon impact with the blue, iridescent energy ball in his hand.

With the blessing of witchcraft, he flew high into the sky.

This is where the two of them used to fight.

“Casca, it’s ridiculous that you’re still playing these god-like tricks.”

"Moreover, instead of continuing to waste your power in this world that is destined to be overrun by Nurgle, it is better to withdraw as soon as possible and preserve your strength as much as possible."

"Our final battle will take place on Ax, where all you can do is fail."

Magnus said calmly.

Tzeentch's library had already shown him the final vision woven from the threads of fate, allowing him to see all the paths to the future.

And he, as the master and sage of endless knowledge, will choose the most suitable path for this world.

That was in Ax, corrupted by Nurgle, just as Kasgar was struck by the Nurgle Plague—the "God Plague"—and was on the verge of death from its poison, when the imperial glory he was impersonating would truly descend upon him.

As the Emperor of Eternity, and Magnus's former father, he will use his power to completely eradicate Nurgle's corruption, burning this corrupt and filthy land to ashes.

Ultimately, under the Emperor's light, even the Nurgle Gardens in the Warp will be burned by the Emperor's wrath.

This attack not only incinerated countless demons, but also greatly depleted the power of the cursed. The entire Alteramar, and even the Limit Starfield, will be left with only a world ravaged by Nurgle, desperately needing time to repair itself.

At the same time, he could take advantage of the situation where both sides were weakened and the Emperor was unable to act again to seal away the suddenly appearing variable, Kaska.

As long as dangerous figures like Casca fall into slumber once more, the entire human empire will continue its inevitable, sustainable decline.

This is the fate of Casca, and this is the fate of the human empire.

The future of the human empire is already predetermined, a fate that neither emperors nor other beings can change.

As the Primarch of Tzeentch, he can gain more knowledge and transformations from it, until he can bring the entire galaxy and the entire universe under his control.

He came here to achieve this result.

As for Magnus's opponent, Casca completely ignored his words.

With speed comparable to the Primarch, he aimed his twin swords straight at Magnus's heart.

"Your power has evolved to this extent, which is truly unexpected."

Magnus teleported several body lengths away in mid-air, and the smoldering blue psionic flames in his hand simultaneously caught up with the golden-red flames released by his opponent. The two intertwined and were evenly matched for a moment.

[That's right! Kill him! This guy dared to ruin my precious plan and even sided with the devil to prevent us from meeting again!]

【I'll kill you! How dare he get so close to Casca back in Prospero! He didn't take me seriously at all! I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!】

[Waaaaah... Kill kill kill kill kill kill!]

"..."

Magnus glanced at the blade in Casca's hand with some doubt.

Although Casca's appearance did introduce some variables into His plans, everything else was fitting in Magnus's direction—as long as Casca could be held back, Pamenio would eventually become Nurgle's territory—this was the result of the threads of fate weaving together.

Casca could not stop this inevitable fate from coming.

"Do not."

"Magnus, let's take a gamble and see if your self-righteous future will be changed because of me!"

The Casca helmet loomed closer, its eyes revealing a crazed glint—as if he were about to drag Magnus down with him and self-destruct at any moment, unleashing all of his psychic power.

Bear!

Flames burst forth from the gaps in his power armor, lashing out at the Nurgle demons that were battling Space Marines, Astragalus, and Grey Knights (who also wanted to capture the Emperor's avatar and return to the Golden Throne).

Castor, who unleashed all his power, showed no regard for his own safety. Or perhaps, in his mind, even if he had to give up everything in this battle, he would still annihilate every enemy who dared to stand in his way!

"damn it!"

Magnus attempted to give chase, but dared not use too much power—he feared that if he sealed Kasgar away, the greedy Nurgle would drag him into the garden and try to corrupt him—in the end, Tzeentch would be suppressed by Nurgle, who had taken over the entire five hundred worlds of Alteramar.

The psionic lightning he had tentatively thrown struck the guy's body without any resistance, but even after taking the hit, the flames emanating from his body remained undiminished.

At the same moment when flames scattered across the battlefield, the warriors fighting, whether they were Astragalus or Space Marines, seemed to be guided by something, feeling the power bestowed by the Emperor's incarnation.

Although Casgar was never an incarnation of an emperor, through his continued role, almost everyone believed, or rather, wanted to believe, that Charlotte, the Chapter Master of the Phoenix Children, was the one who could save them.

Even under the scorching heat of the flames, the corruption of the entire surface and even the entire planet began to reverse in a visible way—Kasgar was using his own power to drive all the demons on the surface, including Magnus, out of this world!

"fighting!"

"Continue the fight!!!"

"Under the Emperor's glory and wrath, we will continue to fight!"

"Kill! Fight for Him!"

The thick, foul-smelling fog on the battlefield had dissipated under the radiant light of psychic energy emanating from mid-air.

Further away, the fog was rapidly dissipating, gradually revealing the land itself, its pristine, untouched landscape, with only the distant horizon still shrouded in mist.

Once the fog was lifted, the sun broke through and shone through, illuminating the broken plain.

The lower-ranking demons evaporated like ice cubes falling into a furnace, wailing as they were banished back to the warp, or, if unlucky, were annihilated by the flames. The higher demons, however, teetered on the brink of collapse, their bodies ravaged by the light emanating from the girl, blisters forming on their skin, their eyes burned into their heads. They all cried out in agony.

"it is good!!!"

Even Loriman, who was stationed inside Parmenion and under the tight protection of all military personnel by the Ultramarines, was encouraged by the outbreak of Casgar at this moment.

"But... how can this power last?"

Even Magnus, who felt a slight burning sensation, had some doubts about Casca's rash actions.

Has this guy gone mad?

Doesn't he know that his true form, which is releasing all its power, is at its most vulnerable right now?

Just as Magnus was still hesitating whether to make a move, he saw the Rain Father Rotigus below, holding a boxwood and screaming as he was about to perish—even though he tried to extinguish the flames with the rain he was best at, it had little effect.

"stop!"

After some hesitation, Magnus tried to bombard this overconfident fellow with even more powerful psychic energy.

Strangely, the armor shattered, but Kasgar's cracked body remained unaffected; the spiritual energy seemed to have been automatically absorbed by his body.

"How could this be...?"

"Magnus, what are you waiting for! Make your move!"

"Use that thing! Kugas gave it to you!"

Naturally, I know exactly what the other person is saying.

[Divine Plague]

A poison developed by the plague father Kugas, which even the gods would be corrupted by.

Anyone who comes into contact with this poison will be killed—this is the final weapon that Kugas brewed in the Nurgle Cauldron to deal with Kasgar.

Kasgar, whose entire body was immune to magic and psychic flames, could only be completely killed and corrupted by this divine plague.

"but......"

This disease invades the subspace and devours the soul of its victim. It can completely corrupt the essence of a mortal within three minutes.

This will take longer for Casca, but it will end him.

This disease kills all creation, even the demon, one of its creators, is not spared.

There is no cure.

Even the most powerful witchcraft cannot stop it. Once released, the only way to prevent its spread is to destroy the world. It is a combination of bacteria, bacteriophages, viruses, rogue proteins, parasites, cancer, mutated genetic code, and more.

It lives like you, and is conscious like us. It can think, and all it wants is to infect, infect, and infect again.

Compared to this, the Destroyer Plague is insignificant; the Geller Iron Plague is merely a minor cold.

It's time to take action.

The next moment, he took out the small reagent wrapped in the power of the psionic field, and then, in a flash, injected the power from Kugas directly into the part of the armor that had been blown open by the psionic power.

Kasgar didn't even have time to react. The next moment, as if his body had been completely consumed, he fell straight down to the ground from the sky.

No! Magnus! Stop! You (swearing), put down your filthy thing!

[Casca, don't die! Don't die, don't die, don't die, don't die, don't die, please don't die!!!]

[Huh? How could this be? Casca... tell me this can't possibly be real, right? This is just an insignificant world, you have no reason to sacrifice yourself here, right!?]

Hey, Casca, wake up, wake up...

"I'm sorry, sister. But it's all over."

Magnus's psychic power could sense the incredulous cries and curses of the Furogrim, but even so, he still chose to inject the plague directly into Kasgar's body.

He knew what the future held, and what Casca and his ruthless imperial father would do at this very moment.

He knows everything, he can see everything.

The threads of fate shifted slightly, but only from Yax to Paménio; nothing serious.

Unless... Kasgar doesn't rely on the Emperor's power, but fights the plague on his own and rises again.

But how is that possible?

Magnus could feel the plague's deadly poison sweeping through his body, devouring Casca's waning life force.

"Hahaha! Good friend, good friend!"

“Magnus, you’re a truly good friend! I apologize for my previous offensive remark calling you a cunning charlatan!”

Seeing the gleaming Casca crash to the ground under the plague, [Rain Father] Rotigus laughed heartily.

Now that the greatest obstacle has been defeated, those mortals... ha ha! I can hardly imagine the look of terror in their eyes when they saw the emperor they believed to be the real one fall—that despair is sweetly endearing.