Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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Next, all that's needed is to include this Pamenio, and this little guy infected with the plague, into the Garden of the Benevolent Father.

I believe that there he will understand the gifts his loving father has given him and choose to join them.

"Now is the time—let's open our doors to the world!"

The magnificent warp curtain had opened, and countless corrupted entities, flickering with the phantom of the Nurgle Garden in the warp, poured out after the Kasgar had lost its obstruction.

.......

At that very moment, another expeditionary force on the planet Pamenio was slowly marching through the corrupt swamps.

This force is primarily composed of agile Astragalan tanks and Proto-Forged Space Marines whose warp resistance has been greatly enhanced—their objective is simple yet crucial: to eliminate the enemy's chief archmages, Kulgas, and the Plague Cauldron in his hands.

Only in this way can the continued spread of corruption be completely stopped.

And mortals—a large number of mortals whose own strength is not particularly great.

These people, normally, would not even be able to be exposed to the plague for long before they would decay.

However, under the guidance of the priest Mathieu of the Imperial Church, these mortals showed no signs of mutation on their bodies, and even the stench could not stop them from following Mathieu.

They were willing to believe in and follow the emperor.

"The Emperor's incarnation has fallen, how could this be...?"

The sun has set in the sky.

The communication system also reported a cacophony of exclamations and shouts of "Go save him!"

Moreover, the decay that was already tolerable intensified the moment he fell—the unrestrained power of the Nurgle demons erupted fully in Pamenio's world.

As if corrupting the entire world, the strange and ugly dead trees in the swamp are now growing even more fiercely. Fungi and bacteria are corroding and decomposing everything in places unseen by the naked eye. Everything is growing in an extremely prosperous state, to the point of excess.

"How to do?"

"Have we... already lost?"

Despair permeated every corner of this small team.

Even great emperors were defeated by demons—what could these weak mortals possibly do?

"Pastor Mathieu... what should we do?"

One of them answered

......

"quick!!!"

"Save the Emperor!!! Go now!"

"Protect the Primitive—bah, protect the Emperor's Avatar!"

Especially the Ultramarines—the fall of Casgar seemed to have triggered some kind of latent genetic sequence in the Ultramarines. Shouting things like "Protect the Primarch," they rushed towards the fallen Casgar like the Blood Angels of Black Fury, trying to salvage his body.

Even Rain Father Rotigus found it somewhat difficult to handle.

More and more Smurfs began rushing towards Nakaska's body; they had better retreat.

"You take him and go first."

As if he had heard Rotigus's plea, the cunning Tzeentch wizard actually assisted him in using the Plague of Gods to send them to Kasgar, and did not stop them from opening a portal that tore through the veil of warp and returned to Nurgle Gardens.

Let them take it back to Casca.

—This guy is actually pretty good!

"Quick, let's go back!"

Without thinking twice, Rotigus picked up Kasgar's fallen body and rushed into Nurgle Garden through the portal.

"Phew, I'm finally back."

Feeling the soft, wriggling soil beneath his feet, Rotigos gave a relieved smile.

"Little one, welcome to our big family—hiss?"

Wait, this feels wrong!

Why does Casca's body, which is clearly infected with the divine plague and has died, still show abnormal signs of life?

"wrong!"

"He's not dead yet, he's still alive!"

But how is that possible?

Even the plague couldn't kill Kaska?

"This is impossible!!!"

"How can it be even more powerful than the plague of Kugas? What kind of deadly poison is this?!"

Kugas's Divine Plague is indeed quite good.

But when a true genius has a flash of inspiration, all the efforts of this self-proclaimed plague father are in vain.

You dare call yourself a plague god?

I tasted something even more poisonous than this ten thousand years ago!

The golden-red flames that had been nearly extinguished by the divine plague suddenly reignited, restoring his body almost instantly.

Then, Casgar opened his eyes again.

"Finally... Nurgle Garden..."

"Now, it's my turn."

He said that.

Chapter 262 Burning Down the Garden of Evil

Mathieu had seen the Emperor in a dream he believed to be a prophecy.

He could sense that everything was for this fateful moment.

There is light and fury, a light that pierces bones and scorches the soul. An endless, eternal voice.

There are the silent wails of psionicists, drained dry to satisfy His terrifying majesty.

There were images of gods, demigods, and a brown-skinned man with a calm expression. He wore leather, chainmail, and clothes of various colors and patterns, including golden armor. He had many faces, all radiating pride and all suffering betrayal.

He saw an old man wearing a hood among them.

That must be the hero Macado, the first regent.

He was tormented by countless thoughts, memories that had persisted for millennia.

Random, cyclical thoughts, anxieties, predictions, fears. So many voices, all the same yet all different, with no continuity whatsoever.

He saw a dusty room, the size of a Titan creation, filled with countless machines he couldn't understand but still found terrifying. The living died constantly, just to maintain this horrific existence.

"Where am I? Great Emperor, what revelation do you wish to bring me?"

Mathieu looked around frantically, and before the throne forged in golden light, he saw the emperor sitting on it.

It was a skull-faced corpse, lifeless, resting on the seat, just as everyone expected—but then the image began to shift, and he saw a king with unlimited power, contemplating for a moment on his throne, disappearing for a time before his subjects, and then rising to continue his just reign when his contemplation ended.

He saw a weary man, perhaps like his father, solemnly giving him advice he couldn't hear, telling him what he had to do.

Once again, he saw the scene change; he saw a power comparable to the Chaos God.

He saw sadness, victory, defeat, and potential.

Among so many faces, there was no human face, no human voice, only a chorus, only noise.

The emperor's appearance was a devastating blow to his soul, a profound shock to his very existence. He could no longer stand before Him, and knelt down, wanting to hear the teachings of this legendary deity.

He looked at the emperor of humanity, yet he couldn't see him. Too many, too bright, too powerful. The surreal presence before him utterly overwhelmed him.

A hundred different impressions, all false and all true, rushed into his mind at once.

However, just as his head was throbbing with pain and he was about to completely collapse, Mathieu saw a face that belonged to himself on the throne, a face that was also suffering.

......

It was in that fleeting glimpse in his youthful dream that he believed he was the chosen one of the Emperor, the god who had suffered all the hardships for humanity.

At Parmenion, even before he was transferred there as the high priest, Mathieu had always kept a low profile and did not care about his title or rank—he believed that everything was arranged by the emperor, and all he needed to do was to believe—believe in the emperor's guidance and his arrangements.

As he had predicted, he was sent to the planet that would become the epicenter of the plague war, and led a arduous journey towards the enemy of humanity.

But... just now, right before his eyes, the embodiment of the emperor fell.

The demon defeated Him.

Even humanity's last hope was extinguished—on this battlefield, no one could stop the mad, corrupting demons from ravaging the world, and there was no longer any imperial light to help them cleanse themselves of the terrible diseases and poisons that had appeared on their bodies.

"What...what should we do next, Priest?"

Half of Parmenion has been turned into a demon world... and their small squad didn't even have a chance to see what a demon looked like before they faced their demise in a stench-filled swamp.

"go ahead."

"go ahead?"

The leader of the Astral Army, Audramael from the 4021st Regiment of the Cadian Army, looked somewhat dejected.

Where else could they go in this vast swamp shrouded in a foul-smelling fog?

In such dense fog, even orbital bombardments from Starfortress would be distorted and altered—just as the Void Shield projects energy into the warp, the physical distortion laws of the Demon World would similarly deflect these orbital cannons elsewhere.

Their operation has completely failed, and the best option now is to evacuate this fallen planet.

But... if even emperors cannot defeat the many demons before them, what can mortals do?

"We can keep going!"

"Whether the emperor fails or his glory fades or remains, we will continue to move forward for the future of humanity."

Mathieu recalled the mysterious, pale man, though he himself was unwilling to accept everything the man had said.

But after that dream, he realized that an emperor might not be as successful as a god.

A decaying corpse sitting alone on a golden throne, a hero who once tried to save the world. Perhaps he did possess great power and wisdom, but all of that vanished the moment he sat on the golden throne.

Over these ten thousand years, both the Imperial Cult and the Imperial Truth Faction have fought to protect the legacy he left behind!

"We are not just fighting for him, we are fighting for his beliefs!"

Mathieu roared, his voice seemingly amplified by some power, piercing the mist and stretching towards the horizon.

A halo-like light emanated from him, illuminating the toxic swamp filled with decay.

Whether the emperor is human or god, whether he succeeds or fails, whether his glory has faded or not, the remaining humans should not give up the fight!

"Soldier! Does that mean if, I mean if Kadia falls, you won't continue fighting?"

"No! Please allow me to correct this—Kadia will never fall, Priest!"

The commander of the 4021st Regiment of Cadian immediately followed the priest's lead.

"All glorious Cadian warriors, onward!"

"go ahead!"

he shouted.

"For the Emperor! For Altrama! For the Empire!"

......

"It's right there!"

"The demon and its cauldron are right there!"

Under the cover of the dense fog of filth, no detection device could function properly, and the oracles on their bodies were all malfunctioning.

But it was as if a flame was burning in Mathieu's eyes, and he could see, see the shadowy figures laughing behind the thick fog of the plague swamp—they were there waiting for the world to be brought under their control, to make that land a breeding ground for their decay!

And it was under Mathieu's guidance that they finally saw their target—a disgusting, ugly, obese, and corrupt evil creature, who was now stirring a filthy stirring stick in his hand, surrounded by countless chattering Nurgles and Plaguebringers.

He seemed to show a look of disbelief at the arrival of everyone.

"Demon, prepare to be annihilated!"