Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"it is good."

"Preachers, how are things going for you?"

"It's alright. Thanks to the energy shield of the Mechanicus Sage, we are still safe."

"However, the prime minister is not with us; he is probably still somewhere in the mansion waiting for help."

"Understood. I'll leave right away."

Abdron, his face grim, drew the power sword hanging from his waist and walked toward the crumbling governor's mansion.

Inside the governor's mansion, which was teetering on the brink of collapse under enemy fire.

Large pieces of stone and fine gravel are now falling from the once magnificent marble dome.

But under the protection of the power armor, Commander Abdron was not afraid of the falling rocks.

But Collins, being a mortal, might not be so sure.

"Collins?!"

He shouted the other person's name loudly.

“Here in Abdul Rum, I’m here.”

It is the very center of the mansion.

That was the most spacious banquet hall in the mansion!

This idiot, doesn't he know to hide in a more densely built-up area?

Abdul Ron cursed under his breath as he charged forward.

Chancellor Collins sat in the very center of the hall.

His robes were covered in pebbles and dust, and even his once neat appearance had become disheveled.

"Prime Minister, how are you?"

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

"Quickly, come with me to the shelter."

"Wait, Abdron!"

"Assassin, there is an assassin!"

As the prime minister spoke weakly, two masked men in black jumped out from behind him, their sharp blades flashing towards each other.

Abdron strode forward, his power sword instantly activating a disintegration field.

Stupid!

With just a simple slash, the normally agile assassin was completely helpless against Abdron.

The disintegrating force field instantly reduced half of his body to nothingness.

With another interception, they cut another assassin in half at the waist.

The whole process was so fast that only afterimages remained.

"Are you alright, Prime Minister? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Sensing that there were no more enemies around, he turned off the decomposition field in his hand and reached out to the prime minister.

"Over there! Abdron, there are more assassins over there!"

The prime minister cried out in alarm.

But there doesn't seem to be any signal in the sensor.

Abdul Rum instinctively turned his head back.

Then, he felt a real pain in his waist.

It was an ancient and exquisite dagger.

The dagger pierced through the nearly indestructible terracotta armor, and its blade was embedded in the flesh of his waist.

"It seems that even demigods bleed."

Chancellor Collins smiled as he turned the hilt of his sword.

Abdron tried to reach out and stop him, but could only feel his power draining away from his body.

That dagger was not as simple as it seemed.

It is poisonous.

Even this potent poison wouldn't be of the Byzantine caliber.

Purple mist covered the wound on his waist and continued to spread with the blood.

Feeling dizzy and disoriented, he instinctively knelt down on the ground.

"This is betrayal, Collins."

".Why?"

"why?"

The prime minister suddenly burst into laughter.

"Of course, it's to overthrow you tyrants."

"What else? Are we to throw all of Byzantines into your so-called Great Crusade, exhausting what little we have left?"

As he spoke, he pulled out the purple dagger and threw it on the ground, where it bounced several pleasant, soft sounds on the smooth, reflective marble slab.

"Forgrim is an eloquent speaker, but her words cannot conceal the fact that she will drag Byzantium into the quagmire of a brutal war."

"She was able to behave herself when her favorite Casca was by her side. But once she lost him, her behavior proved that she was the same kind of person as the tyrant who created the post-nuclear glass wasteland."

"Perhaps your dream of a great expedition is grand, but Byzantium will not fall into the hands of a tyrant who would burn our world to ashes again."

"The Great Expedition, the Great Expedition, was magnificent."

The dying Abdullah struggled to retort.

"No!"

"How can an insatiable, eternal war be called great!"

"All tyrants, and their lackeys, will be killed by us!"

"And you are the same."

Collins stood up with a cold smile and slowly paced around the fallen Abdron.

"In legends, you are immortal and invulnerable to swords and spears."

"But today, a false demigod will die at the hands of a mortal. This news will spread, and the world will turn against you as it would against invaders!"

"This is the mission that Sabazus has given us."

"Engage in an eternal and endless struggle against that tyrant who sits high on the throne!"

“I have already set up a record in the hall.”

Chancellor Collins paused for a moment before speaking.

It was as if they were watching Abdullah's life slip away.

"The live footage will now be recorded and disseminated within the resistance."

"Abdron, your death will proclaim to the world our will to resist the invaders."

As he spoke, he picked up the dagger again and used the blood to carve some kind of symbol on the hall.

"We will use your blood to summon Sabazius to fight alongside us."

He said with a smile.

"Not only that, I want them all to see this moment, to see how Sabazus appears and fights alongside us."

"Hahahaha! With the blood of demigods, we call upon the arrival of our savior!"

He laughed wildly, spreading his arms wide as he basked in the multicolored light.

A dazzling light appeared, and in Abdron's gradually blurring vision, a magnificent warp portal unfolded before him.

Did Sabazus really exist?

How will he hinder Lord Fugrim's next actions?

Abdullah was unaware of this; all he could feel was his life slipping away.

Just as his consciousness was about to completely fade away, he saw an arm reaching out from in front of the teleportation portal.

It was an arm covered in golden-red cracks.

"Hey."

He quickly jumped out of the portal.

"That's right, hello everyone!"

"I am Sabazus!"

As he spoke, he looked around.

"Abdron?! How did you get so badly injured?!"

A burst of golden-red flames instantly appeared, and Kasgar flipped the other's body over, aiming the flames at the wounds and beginning to burn them.

The dark purple toxins were completely eliminated in that instant.

Even the flesh covering the wound healed completely at this moment.

Abdullah is out of danger.

But even after losing a lot of blood, his face was still somewhat pale.

"How could it be you, Casca?"

"Hehe, just don't worry about these things for now, just lie down and rest."

"Now, watch me."

Casca smiled and turned to the astonished Chancellor Collins.

"You? How could it be you?"

He recognized Casca.

The most favored courtier at the Forgrim banquet.

But he could never be confused with Sabazius, the greatest hero in Byzantine legend!

That's absolutely impossible!!!

This is an insult to the heroes of Byzantium!

"But it is what it is."

Casca was facing the broadcast system that led to the interior of all the rebel groups.

"I apologize, my fellow citizens of Byzantium. I am Sabazius, the legendary hero of Byzantium."

"Here, I am honored to announce that I will be joining the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets of Fugrim as a member of the Great Expedition."

"Do not!!!"

The prime minister immediately let out a loud cry of grief.

"You're not Sabazus!!!"

"Demon! I will not allow you to impersonate our hero!!!"

“But your summoning portal was set up for me, Prime Minister.”

Of course, the target of the summon is Sabazius.

But now he's still running away with his tail between his legs.

So Casca, who was following behind him, went inside.

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