Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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This god of war was never as reckless as others thought—ten thousand years ago, when Angron fell into His demon world Nukelia, He had already set the stage for it all.

If it weren't for a demon suddenly betraying him and attacking Khorne at a crucial moment, causing his warrior to slip away right before his eyes...

But He still has a backup plan.

As the Primarch who was most deeply affected by Khorne and was also able to absorb the emotions around him, Khorne still had a final weapon against him.

At the cost of shattering itself, it will engage in a battle for godhood with Angron in the real world, a battle reminiscent of the previous battle of the Soul of Vengeance.

He wants to return to the real universe, using the location of the unintentional killing as a bargaining chip, to fight Angron inside his body!

“Every time you fight him and kill him, you bring him one step closer from Angron to the god Khorne.”

Even now, inside Angron's body, the kobold on the brass throne is still fighting Angron.

In the state of one body with two souls, Angron, whose power of killing was divided among two unintentional gods, is engaged in a battle far more brutal than this.

"But that thing...why would it need to be done that way?"

To divide one's own strength equally with the opponent, just in order to create a worthy adversary?

The final duel was not destined to end in Khorne's victory, was it?

But what if Angron is the final winner?

"No, the only one who can win is Him."

"Even if Angron can overcome that will, by then he will no longer be considered a human being."

Once you are powerful enough to kill Khorne...

So in this world, who is the god of pure violence, of pure "unintentional killing"?

Khorne will not perish; His divine position will be passed down through the violent struggle for victory.

The being who slays the dragon will also become Him.

He will continue to fight in the eternal battlefield in the name of Anglon until the last man dies and the last drop of blood is shed.

After being defeated, He will become the new God of Blood and War, continuing His work on an endless path of conflict, bringing equal death to every living being.

"What does this mean?" Ryan was filled with anger. "What will happen to him?"

"He... I will try to save him."

Casca's reply was somewhat tactful, but even Ryan could hear the despair in his words.

"I'll do my best."

As he spoke, he raised his two swords once more.

written request for leave

I need to take a day off for my birthday!

Chapter 280 Ryan: How come you guys are so skilled?!

A churning, boiling sea of ​​blood, an endless expanse of red sand.

Angron looked at his opponent without saying a word.

It was a monster with the same appearance as him, except that its entire body was covered in a blood-red color—Angron could see anger, hatred, fighting calm, and cunning in the other's eyes, as well as a willingness to do anything to win.

The two sides have fought hundreds of times in this space. He can no longer sense the passage of time, or rather, at this moment, time has no meaning for him.

Even though Angron could sense that the opponent's strength was far superior to his own—that guy could have easily crushed him instantly with overwhelming power and skill, without needing to fight him back and forth like this.

This is truly bizarre.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Angron took a few steps back during a lull in the fighting and shouted."

He could feel his power growing stronger with each fight with his opponent.

That hatred, that anger, will make him even sharper, even more invincible.

It was as if that guy was his mentor, teaching him step by step to become stronger and stronger.

He is guiding and strengthening him, enabling him to overcome all enemies and become a being even more powerful than his imperial father.

“I am your desire, Angron.”

"I do not crave killing, you imposter! Let me leave!"

"Want to leave? Then defeat me and prove my violence wrong!"

Of course, this is impossible.

You cannot prove His error—neither in the highest heavens nor in reality can you escape the most fundamental truth of the universe.

That is the most basic rule: the victor is king, the loser is villain.

"Embrace your own death in humiliation!"

"Or use your power to stop me! Aside from fighting, what can you do? What can you achieve?"

To defeat Khorne, one must become him, or even... surpass him.

......

Khorne's desperate gamble had no means of countermeasure.

The catastrophe unleashed by a god with his last strength over the entire world cannot be resolved so easily.

As for why Khorne chose to gamble everything he had to wreak havoc in this real universe...

—Actually, he couldn't bear to sit on the Brass Throne and seal the Smurfs for too long anymore, but he couldn't bring himself to say such a reason.

Not all beings possess the same principles and patience as emperors, especially Khorne, the god of war and bloodshed.

Over the long course of time, a god who should be constantly absorbing the flames of war and stirring up conflict in the universe is instead forced to eternally guard a bronze throne.

how can that be!

However, if he leaves now, a large number of Smurfs will enter his Brass Fortress through the web and turn the entire Brass Fortress into a second Alteramar!

so horrible.

These Ultramarines... to be honest, they are all Space Marines who have been mass-producing for thousands of years but have nowhere to go. Regent Guilliman chose to send them all to the Webway to guard the exit of the Daedric Empire.

But... if He continues like this, it seems less like He is unintentionally killing and more like He is protecting another "emperor" of His demons.

How can a god who has given up killing without any desire to kill uphold his pure path?

Faced with this dilemma, He ultimately chose to take the plunge.

Even if it were to completely perish, the name of Khorne would continue to be passed down.

New killers, new champions, will become the implementers of His will, continuing His power and will until the end of all things.

......

The balance of power in the war continues to tilt toward terror.

After the red comet burst forth with intense light from the flagship of the World Eaters, not only were the human allied forces affected by the Blood Roar, becoming hesitant to advance and losing all morale.

Conversely, the Chaos army continued to fight—with the Blood God himself personally overseeing the battle, all of them, whether they were Blood God's followers, Chaos Space Marines, or the demons under His command, were thoroughly strengthened by this leaked blessing.

Furthermore, the moment "Angron" stepped onto the battlefield, it also destroyed the magic array set up by the Grey Knights—except for the Grey Knight Grand Master who was less seriously injured, the rest of the Grey Knights lost their ability to continue fighting under the Blood God's war cry.

Even on the most crucial battlefield of the entire battle—where the possessed "Angron" fought alongside Kasgar and Ryan—Kasgar had no better means of dealing with this sudden possession and corruption.

when!

The flaming twin swords merely parried the relentless attacks of the twin axes, fighting and retreating at the entrance to prevent the enemy from advancing further towards the Hymn Engine.

Although he desperately wanted to use the flames to cleanse Angron's body of the chaotic corruption, Angron's power had increased significantly since obtaining the power of the Blood God, and it was still being strengthened little by little over time.

Time is not on Casca's side.

Regardless of the external war situation or the current battle, he had no time to continue dragging things out with Khorne.

However, at the same time, he did not dare to use his full strength to fight his opponent.

Kasgar was unclear about the specific ways in which Khorne affected Angron... but judging from the even greater power that Angron unleashed after being stabbed in the fight with Lionheart... if Kasgar were to launch a strong attack now, it would only intensify the fusion between Angron and Khorne.

May the Blood God descend upon the world sooner.

They couldn't fight, and they couldn't drag the fight out... Cassiopeia was caught in a dilemma, and the only way out was to defend against the enemy's attack.

......

A turning point came from the distant other side of the galaxy.

"New reading."

"The oracle detected a large unidentified fleet approaching from the due north direction at a very fast speed."

Several points of light of varying sizes were flashing in the distance of that unknown universe, and according to the bird divination instrument, they were still continuously approaching.

Who are these guys?

Logically speaking, when Khorne arrived and the warp was completely disrupted by the Chaos God, no other creature should have been able to reach the vicinity of the galaxy through the blockade.

"This signal!"

"Our ship can recognize this signal! It's—[The Flame of Asu]!"

As Fugrim, on the deck of the warship facing the Khorne demons on the front lines, pulled her sword from the enemy's neck, she spoke.

The communication system on the ship she was aboard, "Imperial Pride," allowed her to connect with others, and even had their names displayed!

This also explains—

"Yes, it's me."

The next moment, a familiar but slightly different figure appeared in the Phoenix Son's high-level communication channel.

Eldar pirate prince, Iyanden Ark war captain, and Princess Iriel come to lend their assistance.

Ten thousand years is an extremely long journey for the Spirit Race. After ten thousand years, she has lost the sharp edge she once had. Although she doesn't look much different on the outside, the subtle changes in her eyes make her look more like a seasoned veteran.

Not long ago, when the Zerg Hive attacked the Iyndon Ark, it was with the help of Lylis, Evelynn, and others that she saved the last small group of survivors in the Iyndon Ark world.

Following this battle, Yrel, who became the Warmaster and Fleet Commander of the Iyndon Ark, received guidance from the Shadow Prophet [Veil Walker] Serandri while fighting against the increasingly rampant Chaos threat in the world.

She used illusions to show that she still had much to do, that the destruction of the Eldar might be imminent, and that the Chaos God, who had been dormant in the High Heavens for countless years, would return once more—she had to seize the opportunity to assist humanity—the only race in the universe currently capable of fighting against Chaos, and also potentially causing an explosive growth of Chaos, in its incomplete corruption.

The time is now.

As Khorne unleashed the storm of the High Heavens with His power, Yrel, with the help of the Web of Destiny, and his pirate fleet, along with the newly repaired Iyon Ark, entered the battlefield.

A large number of Netherworld constructs appeared on the deck of the Imperial Pride in the next moment, accompanied by the light of psionic teleportation. These devices, driven by the soul stones of the dead Eldar, are also known as "Eldar Dreadnoughts." After being devoured by the Leviathan Hive fleet, these were the most numerous in the entire Iyndon.

"Continue the fight! Sons of the Emperor! Our allies have reached out to us! Victory is on our side!"

"For the Emperor! For the Empire!"

Seeing this, Fugrim raised her sword and shouted.

With the direct deployment of a large number of Netherworld constructs and the sudden addition of numerous Eldar pirate warships from the outside battle, the situation between the two sides once again became tense—under the blazing fire, no one knew where the true outcome of the naval and ground war would lead.

But... they are still the Spirit Race after all!

Can they really be trusted?

"But! They are aliens... Eldar aliens are masters of double-dealing. Can we really trust their help?"

"It is Cato Sicarius, the commander of the current Ultramarines Provisional Legion, former Second Company Commander, and now a Primarch's Royal Guard Hero," asked.

It wasn't that the Ultramarines were deliberately causing trouble at this crucial moment; it was simply that the Eldar had a terrible track record.

First of all, humanity's classification of the Eldar is very poor—under the protection of the invisibility field, most people cannot distinguish between the Ark Eldar and their cousins, the Dark Eldar.

There have been instances where, if one had been too lenient, the Dark Eldar had transported them all to the Comoros as slaves.

So, how do you distinguish between the neutral Ark Eldar, the Dark Eldar who come to plunder, and the Eldar pirates who come to steal your money?

The conclusion is that there is no need to distinguish between them.

If you encounter them, just open fire and send these aliens to meet their emperor. It's quick and easy.

Even among the short-statured Eldar of the Eldar race, going back on their word is as natural as breathing for them.