Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 95 Gentle Flame

Outside the Forging Room.

"I really want to know what happens inside."

Standing beside the young Gadinar man, Santo sighed and looked at Aqua Duna, who was still writing and drawing on the parchment.

He was a little bored.

"what is this?"

"A little hobby of the emperor's son: painting."

As she spoke, Aqua seemed somewhat dissatisfied with her painting skills and tilted the entire canvas to one side.

She didn't want outsiders to see her poor painting skills.

But this was of no use to Company Commander Santo.

His eyes are mechanical and bionic, capable of retaining even the briefest images that have flashed before our eyes.

"Perhaps your level is not high yet, but I can see your outstanding talent."

Santo comforted her.

"The two Grookes that are mating are drawn very realistically."

Aqua paused for a moment in response to the compliment.

"Thank you for your encouragement, but I drew Primarch Fugrim and Commander Kasgar."

"."

"Forget it, I'm not drawing anymore."

Aqua crumpled the parchment into a ball with a displeased expression.

"Sisters Aqua, I didn't mean to—"

“It’s not your fault,” Aqua said, lowering her voice and switching to the communication system on her helmet. “That Gadinar is acting strangely.”

Following Aqua's words, they saw the young attendant anxiously waiting for something, his small movements suggesting he was manipulating some kind of instrument.

"What Casca said is very likely true; they may very well be planning to assassinate the Primarch."

"be prepared."

The Forging Chamber, the most sacred place in the eyes of the Iron Hand Legion, erupted with a tremendous explosion at this moment.

The old man's body swelled up rapidly, and countless beams of particle light extended outward from all parts of his body, eventually targeting the Primarch Philus.

The energy in the particle beam's muzzle began to accumulate, and in an instant, all the poisoned needles, blades, and chainsaws on his body were fired at Philus.

Logically speaking, after undergoing numerous weapon tests, the Gadinar people should not have been able to carry out the assassination.

However, all the weapons and equipment on his body were assembled using a unique weapon assembly method developed by Gardiner.

Moreover, it was equipped with the best and most powerful particle weapon, Gadinar.

Accompanied by laser beams, powered blades, chainsaw blades, and neurotoxin needles, they burst forth towards the Steel Hand Philus in an instant.

Through advanced genetic modification technology, it was embedded into his own flesh and blood, becoming one with his body, thus successfully passing the steel hand's detection device.

Boom!
In that instant, Phyllis Marus was instantly engulfed by a dazzling white light.

"Protect the original!!!"

Seeing this, Amar of the Thousand Sons Think Tank anxiously activated the spiritual energy within his body.

He couldn't understand why the Terminator Guardians, who were supposed to be the Primarch's first line of defense, were frozen in place, motionless.

Bah!

His surging psionic lightning hurtled toward the crazed Lord Gaddinar.

As a diplomatic envoy capable of independently serving as the 413 Expeditionary Fleet, Amar of the Thousand Sons Think Tank possesses psychic power that is among the best even within the Legion.

His psychic talent amazed even the father of genetics.

But just as his full-force psionic lightning was about to strike his opponent, a pale blue psionic energy field barrier reduced it to nothingness.

how can that be!

Instinctively, Amar looked at the other person.

It was the middle-aged man standing behind the High Lord, the wizard of Gadinar.

He emanated an eerie yet dazzling blue light, causing Amar, who was looking directly at him, to suddenly feel an intense wave of dizziness.

In the next instant, he, like the Terminator guards, lost consciousness.

They certainly underestimated Gardiner's power.

Not only Ultramarines Chapter Leader Cicero, but also Philosopher.

No one could have predicted that such a powerful psionicist would exist in the small star system of Gadinal, which consists of only eleven planets.

The Gadinar people's research into psychic powers went far beyond that of the Iron Hand (and even the Thousand Sons at this time), who believed in the truth of the Empire.

This is the product of genetic enhancement and customization to strengthen psionic energy, and then through countless generations of breeding and genetic iteration.

Let alone Amar from Qianzi Think Tank.

Even the Primarch himself would be instantly dragged into control for a period of time under such powerful psychic energy.

In Amar's eyes, everything began to spin.

No longer confined to the gray-black warship, Amal sensed ancient runic obelisks and pyramids standing atop the oasis, and felt the murmuring streams.
Prospero.

The capital, Tizka.

Amar remembered this place, from which he had successfully graduated from the most famous university, Tizika, and joined the Great Expedition with outstanding grades.

But then, an extremely serious problem began to spread between him and his brother.

Flesh and blood mutation.

Amar's mutation was relatively minor; his skin merely became as red and shriveled as that of his genetic father, Magnus.

Do not!
Not only that!
hand!
His hands were shrinking, and at the same time he could feel countless hands reaching out from his eye sockets, under his ribs and chest.

His eyes were always looking, from the highest point of his forehead to the lowest point of his feet, scanning all the knowledge in the world and taking it all in!

Everything about him is constantly changing invisibly.

Amar felt his flesh and blood disintegrating and deforming, constantly changing like the ever-changing Supreme Heaven.

He's about to... he's about to cease to be himself!

Then, Amar felt a warm flame.

"Hey guys, why are you all ignoring me? Am I really that insignificant?"

The flame spoke human language.

"Amal, is that it? Fear of flesh mutation, is that it?"

Who are you?!

He was even more afraid that the secret of the Fifteenth Legion's genetic instability would be leaked.

No, we absolutely cannot let this flame find out about this!

The glory of the Thousand Sons Legion must be won!

Bear!
Intense flames burned his body, instantly freeing him from the illusion.

"Hey, wake up."

Amal opened his eyes and saw the Emperor's Son Commander, Casgar Sherlock, smiling at him from behind his red helmet.

"What's going on? How did I—"

"Don't ask too many questions, and don't go around talking about it."

Suddenly, Casca's right hand burst into flames, which extended all the way to the power sword in his hand.

The next moment, he leaped forward and slashed at the wizard of Nagadinar.

Seemingly completely unprepared for someone to escape his control, the wizard panicked for a moment.

But he quickly rallied and tried to repeat his old trick, once again using psionic powers to control Kasgar.

invalid.

Under the warp fire surrounding Kasgar, his mind magic had no effect whatsoever on him.

How is this going! ?
The wizard's heart skipped a beat as he watched Casca charge straight at him with its flaming greatsword. Oh no!

He had no choice but to close his eyes and conjure a psionic shield around himself.

And pray that this makeshift shield would be able to withstand the opponent's attack.

Kasgar's full-force attack, fueled by flames, struck the psionic shield squarely.

However, unexpectedly, they were unable to advance even an inch further.

Even the burning of psionic flames was useless.

A gentle flame.

It only burns and kills those unborn demons, and heals those whose bodies are affected by the warp.

However, when it came to attacking, they couldn't even burn through the opponent wizard's psionic shield.

It has no aggressiveness whatsoever.

Very gentle.

Seeing this, Casca was also somewhat devastated.

It really has no offensive capabilities whatsoever; it can only be used to burn chaotic evil beings?
He had never really believed the nonsense from the pointy-eared spirits that he was Asuyan.

But now, looking at the flame in his hand, he had some doubts.

The more impressive the hype in the background, the worse the actual performance.

His spiritual power perfectly matches all of Asuyan's characteristics.

Kaska, diagnosed as Asuyan.

quack!
May the Emperor protect me, I don't want to be a useless person!
Bah!

The next moment, another surge of psionic lightning shot out from behind Kasgar, and with his sword strike, it completely shattered the opponent's psionic shield!
It's Amar.

Perhaps Casca's fighting strength isn't that great.

However, the ability to remove negative debuffs from teammates is already incredibly powerful.

"Casca!"

"Never mind them for now, go and help the Primarch!"

Amar shouted urgently.

Primarch?

Kasgar smiled and looked at the steel throne shrouded in layers of smoke.

“Friend, she doesn’t need my help.”

"An overestimating ant."

"You have thoroughly angered me, you fools."

Under the continuous bombardment of Lord Nagadinaga, the billowing smoke and dust finally dissipated.

What came into view was a pair of metal arms that were flowing like mercury.

And beneath those silver arms, Phyllis's gloomy and terrifying face.

She had intended to show some mercy to the Gadinar people.

kindness.

Yes, as the future War Commander, she should be more merciful.

But why is it that whenever she tries to show even the slightest kindness to the weak, they see her as weak and vulnerable?
If this is the price that kindness must pay, then what is the corresponding reward?
Not sure.

Right now, all she wanted to do was make these two overconfident fools in front of her realize the price of provoking the strong.

Even though the armor on Philus's arms was cracked and broken, her silver-white iron hands beneath the broken armor remained intact.

It was as if her iron hands were protecting her power armor, rather than the power armor protecting her iron hands.

Just as Philus underestimated the spiritual power of the Gadinars, they also underestimated Philus's fighting prowess.

Especially the terrifying nature of those silver iron hands.

The particle beam cannon, capable of piercing through any armor in the world, struck Philus's iron hand without causing any damage.

It can be said that, apart from taking advantage of her iron hand's inability to react and slit her throat, there is no other way to defeat her.

(It's a shame you can't wear this around your neck, otherwise it would be invincible.)
"How is this possible?! How come you're completely unharmed?"

"Are you a human or a ghost!"

The two assassins were terrified.

No matter how powerful the particle cannon is, no matter at the molecular level should survive.

However, the creature called the Primitive remained standing there, completely unharmed.

"Die."

Enraged, Phyllis took action.

She picked up the power hammer beside the Iron Throne, a master-crafted piece later given to her by Vorgrim.

In an instant, it charged toward Lord Nagardinar like a cannonball.

Boom!
At this point, the wizard was already entangled with Casca and Amal, leaving the High Lord to face the enraged Iron Hand alone.

This is not a good time.

The first hammer blow from Iron Hand was barely blocked by the energy shield on his body.

But the second shot directly severed his lower body, which was covered by biomechanical components.

"Quick, use your mind magic to control him, help me!"

The high lord pleaded vehemently for the help of his wizard teammates.

"No! This guy is too strange! His flames can burn my mind spells, I have no way to deal with him!"

But it seems his teammates aren't bringing good news either.

everything is over.

At this moment, the High Lord felt nothing but bitterness.

Like a maddened mother leopard, Phyllis, wielding the Forged One, was slowly approaching the tattered upper body of Lord Gadinar.

Unable to move, he could only watch in despair as Phyllis and her hammer drew ever closer to him.

Perhaps, only at this moment could he truly understand how foolish his actions had been.

But it was too late.

Phyllis suddenly threw the warhammer aside.
Perhaps feeling that using a hammer wasn't enough to vent his anger, the silver iron hand clenched its fists.

In that instant, the liquid metal once again covered the entire arm.

Hey, can we reconcile?
This is what the High Lord's terrified expression is trying to convey.

His response was nothing but countless iron fists from steel hands.

boom!
Bang, bang, bang! Bang!
“There’s another assassin outside, Amal. You keep an eye on this wizard. I’ll deal with the guy outside!”

"it is good!"

Kaska quickly turned around, preparing to turn and rush out the door.

However, at that very moment, he noticed something unusual coming from Qianzi Think Tank.

"and many more!"

"Amal, you—"

Why did your color change?

Not only did their skin stop being dry and shriveled, but its color also became the same as that of normal humans!
"Am I normal now?"

Amar's mutterings were filled with disbelief.

It's a blood and flesh curse!
It's gone! The Curse of Flesh is gone!
When the flames dispelled the illusion, they also removed his blood and flesh curse!

Casca!
He can break the Blood Curse of the Thousand Sons!
Amar suppressed his intense urge to take him to Prospero immediately.

If one day I could introduce him to Magnus, the father of genetics...
(End of this chapter)