Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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"That's enough, the desired effect has been achieved."

Casgar chuckled as he waited for the enemy to come within range on the Imperial Pride.

"The Chaos Warbands who joined the Black Legion were already loosely organized and disorganized. Although they still obey Abaddon's orders, this constraint is extremely weak—especially since some of them now believe that Abaddon is using them as cannon fodder to die."

Brothers, indeed!

Even Kayan, one of his original shareholders who had brought his entire family to join him, was inexplicably sent to the palace dungeon of Holy Terra by Abaddon.

Even if you and Brother Dun are very close, can your relationship be closer than that of Kayan?

Following Brother Dun, you'll go hungry nine times out of three days.

"In the battles to come, these Chaos Warbands, who are guards of the Ominous Ark, will only become more suspicious of Abaddon's motives and thus more hesitant; and in order to prove his identity, Abaddon's subsequent offensive commands will become more aggressive, reckless, and full of flaws."

"It's time to prepare for a counterattack."

"You... how can you be so talkative..."

Fugrim glanced at Kasgar beside her, feeling both annoyed and amused.

It's amazing that they were able to stir up distrust within the opposing camp with just a few words.

Although nothing has changed within the Black Legion, some things, such as trust, can never be the same again.

Whenever Abaddon issues an order, his subordinates will weigh whether it is a trick by a false emperor!

That's so vicious!

Casca...you bastard...

Chapter 277 Chaos War General Abaddon, Defeated!

......

"Kill all the aliens! Kill all the impure!"

"The mutations on them are signs of corruption, and only those who follow the great emperor can enjoy his glory!"

That was the time when he resolved to sweep away all technological warlords, barbarians, and alien oppression.

After deciding to reunify Terra, he led his army to victory after victory, defeating one tech warlord after another who had been entrenched in Terra for countless years, and bringing their territories and populations back into the embrace of humanity.

He believes in humanity.

He believed in the glory of the golden age and that everyone could regain reason, science, and freedom under the guidance of "Imperial Truth".

He believed that those who possessed new power and were able to grasp freedom would help him travel to the universe and create a tomorrow that belonged to humanity.

But in the end, things often don't go as planned.

What humanity, freed from enslavement, desires most is not to travel to space with him, but to fight alongside more oppressed people in the world.

That's too troublesome, too tiring, and too dangerous.

Instead of challenging powerful enemies in the universe, it's better to directly target weaker ones.

For example, there are mutants who look somewhat different from normal people—these impure beings who have mutated must have learned some kind of witchcraft—and those aliens who are not of our kind.

Regardless of their power, or whether they protected humanity during the dark ages of warp storms or coexisted harmoniously with humans... in the end, they could not escape the fate of being completely wiped out by angry people.

The weak draw their knives to bully the even weaker.

Fueled by hatred, the hopes he had placed in people were dashed, and humanity once again fell into a nightmare of mutual attack and destruction.

Once a fire is ignited, it is very difficult to extinguish it again.

Although he was not a leader who hated aliens and advocated human purity, he had interacted with many Eldar prophets and even taught Horus Eldar swordsmanship when instructing him.

But in the end, everyone saw him as the one who caused people to kill each other, and as the one who punished wave after wave of unbelievers and mutants under the pretext of impurity and disloyalty.

He has failed, though not yet, but he can already see his fate.

He could see the final moment, which symbolized the end and death.

Those four faces lurking in the shadows, smirking at him.

One of them, with its gaping mouth filled with bloody fangs, chuckled at him from the shadows.

You cannot eradicate hatred from people's hearts.

Selfish and ugly humans will kill each other until the last drop of blood is shed!

Your cowards will offer me more blood and skulls in your name, crushing all living beings with your endless wheel of hatred!

War... death and chaos will never end in human history!

You have failed again, you cursed one.

......

just now.

Just as Abaddon was being exposed by Casgar as being a traitor to the Emperor.

"All fleets, provide cover for the Ominous Ark's advance, and destroy the False Emperor's Hymn Engines and his Corpse-Worshipping Lackeys!"

Abaddon's orders were relayed from the Vengeful Spirit, surrounded by numerous guards at the center, to his Chaos Champions, Warband, Black Mechanicus, and Cultists.

The combined forces of Vashtor and Abaddon are gradually breaking through Casca's defensive fire and closing in.

However, just as had been arranged in Anyang, he remained seated firmly in his position, unmoved.

Blessed by the dark magic of the creator Vashtor, even demonic engines, comparable in size to small ships, were lurking near the massive Omen Ark warship, poised to launch an attack on the human alliance fleet.

All-out attack!

After issuing the order for all Ominous Ark and Chaos Warband to attack, Abaddon the Raider, who had remained motionless, sat in a secret chamber near the core of Vengeful Spirit.

The room was small and round, its walls rising into the shadows overhead. Smooth black stone covered every wall, making him feel as if he were standing in a well. The door to the secret chamber was secured with runic locks.

Although Chaos Warmaster was so enraged by the other party's nonsensical remarks that his veins bulged, he still restrained his urge to rush up and fight the other party one-on-one to determine the winner.

He has many more allies to complete his mission, such as the demigod before him.

"Come out, our army is launching an attack as you requested."

As Abaddon spoke, biomechanical mutants suddenly sprang up before his eyes, attached to the runic array. Then silver and brass wires appeared, starting with just a few, but multiplying rapidly, wriggling like metal worms on the walls, ceiling, and floor.

These delicate silk threads fold outwards and eventually become exquisite brass gears.

They whirred and meshed perfectly together.

Just as the gears were engaging and disengaging, a tall, human-shaped figure emerged from within.

Trailing ribbons of steam and beams of energy like electric arcs, a creature made of iron and molten iron placed its two hooves on the deck.

"Abaddon the Raider, your anxiety is affecting your judgment."

"His time has not yet come; now is not the time for us to launch a formal attack."

The demon glared at Abaddon with flames burning in its eyes and spoke in a shrill, static-like voice emanating from every loudspeaker on the bridge.

"Enough! Obey my judgment, you demon!"

Abaddon now desperately needs to expand his gains from the front, using the previous twelve advances to launch a true Black Crusade.

If this attack on the Anthem Engine fails, how will he maintain his position in the Eye of Fear in the future?

Indeed, no fool would believe the claim that "Abaddon was actually an Imperial spy."

The problem is that Abaddon couldn't refute any of the questions Casca raised!

He, Abaddon the Great Raider, has indeed killed more of his own people than his own since the beginning of this ancient war!

The corpses of the slain Chaos Space Marines stretched as far as the eye could see!

—It seems... he really does look like a mole!

Although he was unwilling to admit it, he couldn't find a good reason to refute it.

If he were an undercover agent for the Emperor, many members of the Chaos War Gang might admire him for his courage, resourcefulness, and ability to endure for millennia—truly a man of courage and wisdom.

But... if Abaddon really wasn't an Imperial spy, and he genuinely wanted revenge against the False Emperor—only, if he could "perfectly" help the Emperor complete his missions each time...

Wouldn't that just make him a complete clown?

He wasn't an undercover agent for the Emperor, but he did a better job than the Emperor's undercover agents!

He's either an undercover agent for the Emperor, or a complete clown.

In short, whether he was or not, Abaddon's prestige has been completely destroyed.

"I must redeem my reputation! You devils, I can no longer play these games of feigned defeat with you!"

"My Black Legion must make a difference!"

If this drags on any longer and the Blood God takes complete control of the battlefield, then no matter how hard he tries, he will never be able to wash away his shame!

"I must fight that damned Casgar to the death! As two of the strongest Space Marines in the world, I must wash away my shame with his blood!"

Abaddon angrily raised Draconian in his hand.

"Vashtor! Either bring your men with you, or let my legion charge alone!"

"Ugh."

But seeing Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster whose head was practically bristling with anger, Vashtor chose to grant his partner's request.

"Together we march, the great plunderers."

"You can't defeat him alone."

......

Under the cover of the Chaos Fleet, the Ominous Arks began to engage the Combined Defense Fleet head-on.

The first to confront them were the "rebels" from Angron and his people—although the human empires had paid very little attention to Angron and their remote, small empires over the past ten thousand years, as the former Primarch of the Great Crusade, they had never neglected the development and maintenance of weapons and military equipment.

But their enemies are equally formidable.

Infected and piloted by an evil intelligence, this is a hyper-advanced machine mind known as the Endless Orak. It is also equipped with a massive set of energy projectors that extend from the bow like claws, together forming a demonic weapon called the Decomposer.

The giant ominous ark, created using vicious techniques, seems to possess some kind of independent intelligence. Compared to ordinary warships and mechs, it is more agile and more accurate in aiming and dodging.

Just as the ominous Ark approached, a large amount of Chaos Code was released towards the Red Sands of Angron under the interference of the Dark Mechanicus members, disrupting the ships' operations—while simultaneously entering the ships' interiors with the help of psionic teleportation, boarding grappling hooks, boarding torpedoes, and other weapons.

Chaos Space Marines, mutants, and heretics began flooding into Angron's ships like a tidal wave.

"Assist in defense."

"Motalian, you're going to take a small squad to help Angron and his ships escape... They seem a bit off."

Casca's expression was somewhat serious.

His psychic power allowed him to sense that Angron's fleet was at a disadvantage in their first encounter.

This is not normal.

For a legion with a Primarch in charge and retaining the Great Crusade's organizational structure, it is clearly unusual that it was breached so easily.

"Kahn, how's it going on your end? Why haven't we heard from Angron?"

[We're currently engaged in battle. It's been a long time since we've managed to kill the Chaos scum. Today is truly pleasant... We're able to withstand their invasion, but... I haven't received any further messages from the Primarch.]

In the background noise of the other party's communication, the roar of engines, screams, and the sound of blades cutting through metal and flesh could still be clearly heard—even after being put into the Dreadnought, Kahn still preferred close combat.

"Forgrim, lead our imperial pride and the sons of the phoenix to meet the enemy."

"Be careful, they might send out their demon demigod Vashtor."

"If you encounter difficulties in engaging the enemy, notify me immediately, and I will be able to teleport there quickly."

While it was clearly a bit biased to only tell Fugrim to be careful instead of Mortalian... it was obvious that Mortalian wouldn't dwell on such a thing.

According to numerology, these two in-laws are incredibly affectionate...

Forget about numerology; you can see it with the naked eye!

"Yes, you be careful too."

Fugrim nodded knowingly, then hurried toward the shuttle landing pad on the planet's surface.

As for Casca, he needed to stay around the Anthem Engine at all times to protect and guard it, in case some more powerful force broke through the fleet's defenses and reached the final Anthem Engine.

— Chop this thing up with an axe.