Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 15 Little Captain (Part 2)

"Hey!"

"Report on the situation. How is it on your end?"

"Sir! They're all heading your way, those motorcycle units!"

"They've all gone!"

"It seems the Surfa people weren't lying after all!"

Kasgar looked back at the numerous black dots roaring and following behind him, and gave instructions into the communicator.

"You guys evade the main force of the Surfa people ahead and kite them using the tactics I taught you before. Get the refugees into Carax Fortress first, don't worry about me."

"Sir, we can get away, but you—"

"I'll repeat myself, ignore me!"

Casca shouted into the communicator, then looked at the two children in his arms with a serious expression.

Abandoning children to ensure the survival of the main force does indeed seem like the best option.

But he also promised Fugrim and all the Karax that he would bring all the refugees to safety.

If such a promise is subject to bargaining, how could Kasgar have risen to the Third Legion and become a role model for everyone?
How can he be considered perfect?

not to mention.
These two children are far more complex than one might imagine.

Casca's master-crafted motorcycles are far faster than the scraps of the Surfa people, so shaking off their pursuers is not difficult for Casca.

"Come on, fasten this strap around your body first, yes, like this."

He bent down and whispered to the two children.

After securing the two children to himself, he was finally able to free his hands and fling the little black dots behind him further and further away.

"Brother Casca, this car is great, it's so fast!"

"quick?"

Casca laughed.

With a light chuckle and a gasp of surprise, the motorcycle's speed increased once again.

"Once you get on the spaceship, you'll be even faster!"

"Is the spaceship even faster than this?"

"Of course!"

A clear sky stretches across the boundless desert.

The wind howled, and the scenery flashed before my eyes.

Riding alone, I felt exhilarated.

He gradually began to understand the Khan.

Racing is so exhilarating!

But just at this wonderful moment, there always seems to be something dirty that has to come out and ruin the atmosphere.

Kasgar spotted a few Surfa people flanking him from his left front.

"Children, close your eyes for a moment."

He drew his blade.

"Prophet! That bastard ran off with what we wanted, we can't catch him!"

"No need to panic."

"If the lost sheep have gone far away, they will one day return to us."

"Then what are we going to do? Just wait here?"

The prophet nodded and said nothing more.

Corleone was very obedient.

He only felt the car he was in suddenly swerve.

Then, some warm liquid, accompanied by curses, was poured onto his head.

Then came a muffled explosion from behind.

"Okay, now you can open your eyes."

Casca wiped the blood from his face.

According to the detector on the motorcycle, this guy was the last pursuer in the vicinity.

Now, there are no pursuers within a kilometer behind him, and he has successfully escaped the encirclement of the Surfa people.

Next, all that's needed is to take a slightly longer route back to Carax Fortress to complete the escape.

That's how it should be.

If a sandstorm doesn't suddenly appear and gather in the distance ahead.

impossible.

This is absolutely impossible.

Casca's mood plummeted.

It's impossible for Fugrim to have made such a serious error in his weather forecast.

There's no smoke without fire. On a clear sky, without strong winds and thermal convection, how could a sandstorm suddenly appear?

Not to mention that the sandstorms in Chemos are far more terrifying than ordinary sandstorms.

The "sand" here doesn't simply refer to sand.

The storm will sweep up large amounts of toxic substances and metal fragments from the surface of Chemos, and the resulting destructive force can turn a person into bones in seconds.

If you rush directly into the sandstorm, you will only face certain death.

Undoubtedly, he had no choice but to turn back.

Backtrack.

"Children, close your eyes again."

As the approaching motorcycle unit drew nearer, Casgar holstered his incendiary pistol and drew his sword back from its sheath.

The situation is not optimistic.

Ammunition must be used sparingly.

The sandstorm in the distance seemed to be intensifying, and the pursuers from behind the Surfa were gradually closing in.

He must fight quickly!

He stepped on the gas, and amidst the children's exclamations, he sped toward the Surfa people's encirclement.

"By the protection of our Lord, the dream will soon come true."

"We are both His chosen and His forsaken. If He sees us, He will surely rejoice; but if He forsakes us, even honey will not bring us any pleasure. His transfigurations are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, dew, and lightning; thus should we perceive them—"

The prophet began to mutter again.

"what!!!"

Suddenly, she let out a violent scream. Countless frosts condensed, and countless waves of energy beyond reality accompanied and tore at her body.

"prophet.?"

Seeing this, everyone froze on the spot, not knowing what to do.

"By the protection of my Lord, the dream will eventually be realized. By the protection of my Lord, the dream will eventually be realized. By the protection of my Lord, the dream will eventually be realized."

Layer upon layer of endless dreams and nothingness echoed in their ears.

"Prophet, stop reading! You're driving our people crazy!"

The leader covered his ears and roared.

What he didn't know was that their prophets, shamans, and divine messengers...

He has never uttered a word.

Casca had a bad feeling.

After successfully killing a Sulfah motorcycle that approached him with his sword, he pulled out his Explosive Pistol again.

He pointed to the largest, most green-looking, and most scrap-like armored vehicle chasing behind him.

Capture the thief first and capture the king!
If we kill the leader of the Surfa people here, these scavengers will scatter like birds and beasts!
With that thought in mind, he aimed his gun at the rapidly spinning tires of the armored vehicle.

hum!
bingo!

Kaska secretly cheered.

During his years of training under Fugrim, he never neglected his shooting skills, in addition to swordsmanship.

Even while traveling at high speed, Casgar remains confident that it can hit its target.

His confidence was not without reason.

The explosive ray was indeed aimed at the vulnerable tires of the armored vehicle.

Just as it was about to hit, a transparent light curtain suddenly appeared in front of the vehicle, completely dissolving the beam of light.

damn it!
These scavengers even have a wizard among them!
Wizards, also known as psionicists.

Such individuals possess an innate talent for warp magic, capable of creating force field shields, unleashing lightning or fire, manipulating objects, and controlling minds using warp energy. Powerful psykers can even destroy an entire star.

They are an extremely difficult opponent.

Let's go first and talk later!

Seeing that his attack had failed to achieve the desired effect, Casgar quickly changed direction to prepare for a flanking maneuver and another attack.

But just as he was about to step on the gas, the motorcycle suddenly slowed down.

It was as if they were being nailed firmly to the ground by an invisible pressure!
"Damn it, move—ah!"

Casca slammed on the gas pedal, but the motorcycle, which was originally going at lightning speed, could now only crawl at an extremely slow speed!
The wizard's psionic gravity field pressed him and his motorcycle heavily to the ground!
Kasgar, who possessed no psychic talent whatsoever, was utterly powerless against such powerful warp magic.

With such a great opportunity right in front of them, the other side naturally wouldn't give up the pursuit.

The prophet, with a bizarre, puppet-like movement, poked his head out of the sunroof of the armored vehicle and muttered to himself.

A moment later, a bolt of lightning filled with blasphemous energy, radiating an extremely eerie colorful glow, hurtled toward him, who had been slowed down!

broken.

Faced with the rapidly approaching psionic lightning, Kasgar had no way to dodge and could only instinctively cry out in alarm.

Just as he was about to fall into despair, an extremely tiny, almost invisible golden-red spark began to burn between his eyebrows without his own notice.

(End of this chapter)