Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

As Casca reached out to sweep away the snow, it touched some hard, foreign object.

"Perhaps the location where Angron appeared was strange, or perhaps they thought it was just junk, so they gave up on taking the incubation chamber with them."

As he spoke, Casca slowly removed the shattered metal culture chamber, now only half intact, from the frozen ground.

"Do you know what my biggest question is, angel?"

"What is it?"

"Age. Anglon is a bit too young."

Casca frowned as he answered.

Back then, when a violent warp storm swept through the underground base of Terra Palace, sweeping all the Primarchs into different planets, all the Primarchs were on the same starting line.

"Among them, some woke up quickly, like Horus."

"Of course, some will remain dormant for a long time, until they awaken at the right time and gradually grow into a powerful being."

But—Angron's situation is rather strange.

"If I remember correctly, the slave-catching team that found Angron found him on the summit of the northern mountains."

He was found shortly after his fall and carried out a counterattack against the Eldar who came to hunt him down.

"Time?"

The angel seemed to be deep in thought.

The exact time of the separation is not clear, but based on Horus's experience, it was around the 700th year of the 30th millennium.

Now it is the end of the thirtieth millennium, and nearly two hundred years have passed since the day it fell!

Horus was busy with the Great Crusade, fighting in the east and west, teaching Primarch students, and racking up battle achievements so much that he was almost a Warmaster, while Angron had just come of age!

"If the timeline is correct, Angron couldn't possibly be just a gladiator who had recently come of age."

"He is not a soldier, but a veteran who has been tempered on the battlefield for countless years."

Even the Mortalians organized a rebellion across the entire planet of Barbarus during this period.

The Primarchs who have recently returned are all of high status. They have gained more experience and fought more battles on their homeworld, and often achieved good results.

But Angron is different.

"If it were just a matter of returning late, it wouldn't be a big deal, but a Primarch cannot simultaneously possess the three characteristics of waking up early, returning late, and being young."

Where did all those years go in the middle of the planet Nukelia?

"I'll try accessing the data equipment in the incubation chamber. If its functions are similar to those in the Fugrim incubation chamber, it might even contain records of the crash."

Casca took out the broken petri dish from his hand, and the small Thinker array in his hand had already completed docking.

As a high-achieving student who studied at a large foundry in the Ural Mountains, Casca's technical knowledge is no less than that of those Martian students.

"Any results yet?"

Although the angel is a perfect Primarch, her talent in the fields of apothecary or technical sergeant is not particularly outstanding.

The word "perfect" is more often used to refer to a morally "perfect" person.

Of course, there's also the appearance.

"Yes. If I'm not mistaken, the next video is from when the incubation pod crashed."

Kasgar slowly said, "Not only that, there are actually many other doubts—the slave-catching team said they only found Angron at the time."

However, according to other sources, Angron seems to have encountered Eldar interference after landing.

"Wait, how do you know what the slave-catching team said at the time?"

"Uh"

Oh no, I've been a bit too talkative.

[Angron - Slave of Nukelia]

This is the answer, but Casca cannot say it.

"Let's watch the video first."

He chose to change the subject.

The image appeared in the portable Thinker array in Casca's hand.

Spinning from the endless heights of the sky, falling

With a loud explosion, it made contact with the ground and pierced through the rock.

The peaceful wait did not last long.

Why was Angron not an infant when he was first born, but the size of a child who was ready to fight?

Kasga stared intently at the screen, trying to find the key to the problem.

Moved.

It wasn't a cultivation chamber, nor were they Eldar coming to kill Angron.

But time.

The numbers in the upper right corner, which symbolize the recording of time, began to shake and change wildly.

The time records for Terra Standard Time range from 1 to 60, and then to 61, from 24 to 31, and then to 64.

The numbers kept getting bigger and bigger, until they filled the entire screen and wouldn't stop.

888'88''88!

click!

Crimson light engulfed the entire screen, the Thinker array shattered, and crimson blood flowed from the broken pieces.

damn it!

"Sure enough! I knew it!"

"Something has been sabotaging us from the very beginning!"

Chapter 145 Clever Kabanha

As the pointer and dial shattered completely, Casca stared intently at the broken incubation chamber before him, his expression flickering.

Time has been disrupted!

The situation was worse than he had anticipated.

It's less a disaster and more the end of it.

Khorne's plans were earlier and more meticulous than Kasgar had imagined.

In Kasgar's original plan, even if a warp god like Khorne extended his reach, he would only spread his blessings, making the Nukelians more bloodthirsty and warlike.

Just as Nurgle did to Barbaros, he subtly covered the entire planet with poisonous gas, thus influencing the Primarch's way of thinking through the mother planet.

This is also reasonable.

After all, no matter how powerful the Warp God is, he cannot break through the barriers of the real world.

It is clearly unlikely that humanity would extend its reach into the real world thirty millennia later, when it is still on the Great Crusade and believes in the truth of the Empire.

But is it really impossible?

Some things seem to have been part of the warp god's scheme even before Kasgar came to this world.

Khorne's control over the planet was far more alarming than Casca had imagined.

"what do you mean--"

"The ability to manipulate time itself is enough to serve as irrefutable proof that Nukelia does not fully exist in the real world."

Manipulating time is no easy task, especially manipulating a planet for a period of hundreds of years.

This level of catalysis can only be achieved in subspace, where the laws of time and space are unstable.

Nukelia was not simply "affected" by Khorne.

Instead, He dragged the entire planet Nukelia into the subspace!

"Our understanding is all wrong!"

"It's not that the passage is blocked by the subspace storm, but that the entire galaxy has been dragged into the subspace!"

Nukelia has always been a world of demons!

"A world that has entered the warp?"

This was somewhat beyond the angel's comprehension: "You mean, when we landed on the planet, we were pulled into warp space along with Nukelia?!"

Her understanding of subspace was limited to the perspective of space travel.

Just like a normal sailor trying to understand the ocean route he is navigating—he knows there will be tsunamis on the surface of the sea, but he absolutely does not know, and could never believe, that there is Cthulhu in the sea.

And this Cthulhu would not swallow a city into a submerged city.

But that's exactly what happened.

"The Thinker Array has been damaged, making it much more difficult to investigate any further information."

The extent to which Angron was affected during this distorted time, and how the Eldar of the Ark broke through Khorne's blockade and destroyed Angron's incubation—all of this remains unknown.

But what Kasgar knows now is that he, the angels, and Angron are all trapped on this planet, which lies between the warp and the real world.

Can't escape.

"In other words, it's like we're trapped in a multi-layered dream—we thought we had escaped that world of red sand, but it was just that one layer of their multi-layered illusion had been broken through."

"From the moment we set foot on this planet, we have always been under each other's control."

It was only then that Kasgar truly understood the depth of Khorne's schemes.

As the god of war and tactics, He was never a mindless brute, especially when it came to the championship He so desperately craved.

The Blood God's dedication will far surpass that of the blue-feathered bird who treats planning as a game of change, thus insulting the strategic significance of overall planning.

Not only did Angron fall into a trap when he set foot in Nukelia, but Kasgar and the angels did too.

Based on Casca's deductions, the reality is very likely as follows—

First, after Angron landed, Nukelia used a series of rituals performed by its cultists or high knight rulers to envelop the planet in warp space with Khorne.

In the warp, Khorne attempted to corrupt the slumbering Angron, but his efforts were largely unsuccessful due to the protection of the enemy's intact cultivation chambers.

Khorne decided to try a different approach—spreading a message to the Eldar prophet that since Nukelia had been dragged into Khorne's territory, Angron was definitely doomed.

In a situation where they were being used as pawns, the Eldar broke through the protection of the cultivation chamber, thus exposing Angron to the direct influence of the Blood God.

(This also explains why these troublemakers only appeared in the story of Angron.)

After learning that Casca was preparing to go to Nukelia, He spat the planet out of the warp as bait.

The dispatched Iriel completed the landing and intelligence reconnaissance smoothly, with everything disguised as usual, without any hindrance or unusual activity.

Khorne used this as bait to lure Kasgar to go there in person.

The psychic prophecies of angels also largely originated from the prophecies and guidance of Khonne.

At the same time, based on the flow of time in the warp, just as Kasgar was about to conduct an investigation before landing, the scenario of Angron being nailed was brought forward, thus forcing Kasgar and the angels to make an immediate decision.

After the two descended in the landing pod, they completed the formal encapsulation of the planet and dragged it into subspace!

Let's close the net!

All I can say is that Casca underestimated this guy's determination to draw cards.

They've gone to such great lengths even now, when the warp barrier is still very stable, all in order to wipe out the angels, Angron, and even the three of them, Kasgar.

Even Casca.

Are you not even going to spare me?

Hagiwara, you bastard

“Your speculation may be correct, but I still have questions—deep questions.”

"We are complete strangers to those Warp Xenomorphs, so why would they go to such lengths to lure a Primarch into joining their cause?"