Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

A guy who looks like a demon, fights like a demon, and is demonic in every way denies that he is a demon.

It's really fun.

But what if?

Casca decided to try calling out to the other person.

"You are."

"Raum?"

He tentatively called out a name in his heart.

? !

At that very moment, the demon, who had been on all fours ready to run away, suddenly froze in place.

"Is he more like Angeltai than Raum?"

It seems he really did stumble upon it by sheer chance.

It wasn't because he was particularly familiar with enchanted warriors.

Instead, he knew the enchanted warrior duo of Angorte and Raum.

He didn't recognize the others.

Of course, if we include Evil Magus, then Guilliman is also an enchanted warrior (the blessed son).

But it is quite obvious that he is not Guilliman.

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The demon froze in place, then slowly turned around.

Raum was drenched in sweat as he looked at the Imperial Prince's squad, who were standing ready and staring at him.

He is not afraid of others knowing his name.

After all, this is not his demonic real name, and no one can restrict his actions based on this name.

Just run.

But now, someone who possesses both the flames of the warp and the ability to call his name...

This is truly terrifying.

Not to mention, he could even recite the name of Ingres Tey.

Raum felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

How did he encounter such a powerful person?

Now, even if he can run away, where can his good brother Angelte run to?

I just wanted to save my brother.

Please have mercy on me.

"What do you want to do?"

Raum asked tentatively.

"You go back first. I want to talk to the person you possessed."

"Casca said leisurely."

"Ok."

"This is--"

Enough, Raum, let me be the judge.

[No! Brother! You'll die if you do this! No! Don't deactivate the transformation!]

Amidst the bewildered gazes of the princes, the demon's crimson body retreated and vanished as quickly as boiling water splashed on snow, leaving only a Word Bearer Space Marine wearing ill-fitting armor.

The man hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

“Angeltai the Word Bearer awaits Commander Kasgar’s instructions.”

Chapter 132 Wanting to Become Human (Part 1)

Kasgar still remembered his conversation with the Emperor about Luojia.

"I'm sorry, but I can't agree with your point of view."

After the emperor showed him countless possible futures, he remained silent for a long time, but ultimately chose to stick to his own ideas.

Fate is by no means unchangeable.

Let's take the simplest and most direct point as an example.

Even if Angron's Butcher's Nail cannot be removed, as long as his and his gladiator companions' desire to overthrow tyranny is satisfied, wouldn't his anger be somewhat appeased?

Kasgar couldn't understand why the Emperor would choose to make a deal with the ruler of Nukelia at the last moment of the Red Sand Angel's rebellion, thus reaping the eternal wrath of Angron.

I think the only black technology that Nukelia has is the development of a basic version of the Butcher's Nail, which isn't exactly a good thing either!

They all attacked the World Eater, making the originally normal warhounds even more ferocious, and then they were all taken away along with the Primarch.

What kind of operation is this?!

The second brother, fearing the enemy: "Wow, I can sit here and not move (pointing to the brass throne) and the legion will still take me! How awesome!"

Buy Primarchs and get a Legion free, plus buy one get one free!

If Angron's wishes had been respected even slightly back then, regardless of whether I voted for the mixed faction or not, at least the Warhound would definitely have remained normal, right?

Even if Angron, the World Eater, betrays the Empire in the end, the damage he causes to the Empire will not be as great as when he was fighting with his legions!

Kasgar couldn't quite understand the Emperor's actions.

At that moment, Casca decided to go to Nukelia to rescue Angron and, through his actions, thoroughly humiliate the Emperor.

The Emperor did not answer Casca's question.

He was just silent.

Standing quietly with his back to Casca before the illusory golden throne made of psychic energy, he slightly raised his head to look at the empty throne.

"Even if the fate of the other Primarchs doesn't change, surely Luo Jia, who is currently kneeling and praying, can't possibly repeat the same mistake again?"

Other prototypes will not be discussed for the time being.

Now, the biggest traitor affecting Luojia, Iribas, has been exposed, and Luojia is beginning to doubt its own religious ignorance.

I believe that before long, this guy will truly evolve from a nonsensical charlatan into a towering and virtuous sage.

No, it's far more complicated than that.

Luo Jia's way of thinking has become fixed; he will eventually use his past experience on Colchis to understand and interpret the world.

Do you really believe he will change in an instant, rather than succumbing to an inevitable abyss, and transform into an absolutely loyal believer?

Luojia was a devout person.

But he only shows his devotion to the strong.

He trusts whoever is stronger.

A deep sadness emanated from the Emperor, affecting Casca's thoughts.

"But I don't believe that in all those countless futures, he would be so foolish as to choose to support Chaos and participate in the rebellion every time!"

"In those futures where he did not betray us, wouldn't he become a devout and loyal comrade?!"

[The future of Luojia has no betrayals]

The emperor's tone became somewhat strange.

Kaska could sense the mix of exasperation and amusement emanating from him.

He certainly won't remain a traitor forever.

In the future, as a loyalist, he will inflict greater damage on the Empire than he did during his rebellion.

The Emperor's attitude toward other Primarchs was quite complex.

Some felt indebted, some trusted the other party, and some genuinely appreciated the other party.

But for Luojia...

Laughing angrily, really.

After this conversation, Casca thought of a war commander with a pointed head and golden eyes.

Return to the Casca squad that boarded the Naphtean ship.

"How is this going?"

"You who cherish words, who are you? Why have you become a demon?"

"What kind of trick is this?"

As Angor Tai deactivated his demonic transformation and knelt down, the other members of the Imperial Prince Squad asked questions with great anger.

"I am Angel Tei, the Word Bearer. Not long ago, after completing the first step of implanting the gene seed, I became like this, perhaps because of a mutation in the gene seed."

As he spoke, he slowly took off his helmet.

It was a face that was transitioning from human to demon.

His fangs had begun to extend outwards from the corners of his mouth, and parts of his face were being replaced by patches of dark red keratin, large and small.

And a small devil horn grew out of his head.

The helmet looked strange just now because these horns were pushing it out.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

What the people saw was utterly blasphemous.

Humans, under some supernatural force, were transformed into demonic entities, unleashing combat power far exceeding that of ordinary Space Marines.

It can even switch back like a toggle switch!

If such information came from someone else, their statement would soon be considered blasphemous by the Imperial Truth Propagandists.

I myself will be burned alive by the Imperial Army in the name of religious belief.

Luo Jia can be superstitious because he is the original entity.

What level do you have to dare spread such nonsense that doesn't conform to "Imperial Truth"?

All the emperor's sons held absolute faith in the contents of the empire's truth and the principle that ghosts and spirits would not appear in the real world.

But having witnessed it firsthand, with the deep claw marks on the boarding shield, how could they possibly refute this obvious fact?

"What kind of monster are you?!"

The prince Telma, standing beside Kasgar, let out a shout of extreme distrust.

monster!

This guy isn't Astartes, he's a complete monster!

He raised his power axe high, ready to chop it down on the head of the kneeling Angelte.

Who cares if he's a demon or not.

Once you're dead, you're nothing!

"stop."

The order came from Commander Casgar beside him, and even though he distrusted him, he had no choice but to withdraw the weapon he had been holding high.

“Angol Tai is a Word Bearer Space Marine; he is not our enemy.”

To everyone's surprise, Casca signaled the prince to stop.

Instead of killing the extremely abnormal Astartes, he went forward and helped him up.

“He didn’t look like a Space Marine at all just now.”

Telma turned off the disintegration field in his hand as he spoke, his eyes filled with distrust.