Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 231 Ten Thousand Years Later

Chapter 231 Ten Thousand Years Later
not long ago.

"It's too late!"

Kasgar, who was using all the psychic power in his body to sustain himself through the warp portal, was gradually losing power over time.

Even with his near-infinite psychic power, maintaining the shape of an entire battle barge while using his remaining strength to hold the portal rift in the warp turbulence was still extremely difficult.

We're crossing now, we'll be there soon!

Just a little bit closer!
Sensing that its power was gradually diminishing, Kasgar anxiously stared at the battle flagship that was slowly disappearing into the warp.

Just as the flagship was about to be swallowed up by the other side of the rift, he acted immediately.

With their last bit of strength, they charged toward the illusory portal that was flickering with an unstable light.

Unfortunately, just as he was heading towards the portal rift that had become somewhat illusory under the turbulence of the warp, the latter finally succumbed to the pressure, its illusory light flickering, and it was about to disappear completely before Kasgar's eyes.

ended?
His heart sank.

Without the warp of a warp portal, having lost almost all of his psionic power, he would face endless warp storms—and even if he were to survive, where would he be swept away by these turbulent currents?

Everything was unknown to him.

Kasgar is now the only hope for the human empire, and he cannot afford such an unacceptable loss!

We absolutely must go through the portal!!!

But things backfired.

broken.

As the psionic flames extinguished after their final counterattack, Kasgar, having lost all its psionic power, was propelled away from the teleportation rift by the warp turbulence.

Is it going to fail?
At this final moment, a golden light reached out to him from the boundless void.

Calm, peaceful, and serene.

Kasgar felt he was in a unique place—here, there was no pain from the tearing of warp currents, nor the exhaustion after depleting his psionic power.

It was as if all the pain and suffering had been wiped away at this moment, leaving only peace and tranquility.

Where did this roll up to?

Kasgar struggled to open his eyes and used the renewed psionic energy within him to survey his surroundings—it was a place shimmering with golden light, dazzling golden light flashing before his eyes and stretching to the endless horizon.

The Golden Throne?

What is this doing?
Upon seeing the enormous, golden throne before him, his heart sank.

After being swept into the spatial turbulence of Naya, you're now stuck working overtime in the Curse Binding, right?
This way of dying is just too ridiculous!
Casgar

[No. 21]

[The one who does not exist]

[The Successor]

【world】

The sound, like a booming bell with multiple echoes, seemed as if countless mouths of men, women, and children were whispering in Casca's ear at the same time.

Clearly, it was the being on the Golden Throne who called out to Casgar.

Emperor?

To be precise, it was a human emperor who, after ten thousand years on this golden throne, no one knew whether he was dead or alive, human or god, or some other more terrifying being.

It is rapidly transforming into a human god-emperor—Casgar can even sense the deviation from its former self.

Finally, an opportunity has been found!

Finally, he managed to utter a complete sentence.

"So, you mean you were the one who caused this warp turbulence?"

"Then why are you doing this?"

The force required to create a subspace turbulence is not small.

Casca couldn't figure out what the other person was planning, but since he was already inside, he had to listen to what he wanted to do.

Just as Casca was filled with doubt, another massive amount of information, carrying an echo as sacred as a cathedral, resounded continuously in Casca's ears.
"What do you mean the Son of the Emperor has deviated from the ancient oath? I must infiltrate in person to find out the truth?"

Casca pondered for a moment, then looked up.

"Okay, I believe you."

"But since you invited me here, you must not have come just to say this to me, right?"

Although the human emperor was not in good condition at this time, he seemed to still be able to communicate normally.

Instead of being deified as in the original story, which frightened Guilliman into shouting that his father was King Connor.

Perhaps Guilliman's seven thousand years of governance played a significant role; or perhaps the power of chaos had been accumulating in the shadows over the past millennium, daring not to make any move that would threaten humanity; or perhaps the Imperial Truth of the Human Empire had gained the upper hand in this struggle against the State Religion.

If his current cognitive abilities are still considered half-human, then this is probably not a bad thing for Casca.

【No】

[Golden Throne: Online Opportunity to Save You]

"I possess the ability to repair the web? Right now, in the fortieth millennium?"

Casca was shocked.

If he could truly repair the network and allow all of humanity to depart from the subspace, why would he need to fear the existence of the Chaos Gods in the future?

But why had he never heard of such a method before?
"If I really can fix the network, what else do I need to do now?"

Now is not the time.

They're keeping us in suspense again!
What kind of time is this to keep us in suspense!
"Isn't it the right time yet? If I remember correctly, you've used that excuse before."

Kasga said with some displeasure.

If he was once weak and merely a Space Marine with some strange powers, he is now powerful enough—Kasgar possesses strength and intelligence unmatched by ordinary people, and his psionic abilities and combat skills are comparable to Magnus's.

Kasgar possesses the power to save the human empire and is willing to shoulder the responsibility of saving it.

Why does the emperor still refuse to tell him anything?
You must travel and discover for yourself.

[Once again, we meet between the Thrones of the Holy Terra]

I will tell you everything.

The golden light gradually faded, and the gates to the golden throne seemed to be closing on him.

Everything has fallen into darkness again.

After that, Kasgar remembered appearing in the twilight sky of Chemos and falling to the ground like a meteor.

Until it crashed into the surface of Chemos, colliding with the planet's barren desert and creating a...

Wait, a desert?!

Wasn't Chemos already transformed into a beautiful and bountiful planet, like paradise, before they left?

This is the home planet of the Emperor's son!

Even if the imperial princes have become incredibly incompetent, they should still be a battle group that strives for perfection and values honor!
Needless to say, resources are a given – even one of its subgroups, Red Scorpion, has a resource allocation that would make even the Man-Eating Shark extremely envious. As the sons of the Emperor, descendants of War Generals with numerous honors, the War Group certainly shouldn't lack resources!

How could it be that in these ten thousand years, instead of making progress, they have regressed to the state they were in before they even landed on Chemos?
Having never considered that this situation would occur, Kaska immediately concealed himself upon landing, using his psionic power to cover his form and hide in the shadows to investigate the situation.

then
Then, after listening to Casca the whole way, my rage bar exploded.

帝皇之子
How did the emperor's son end up like this?!

".Father?"

The eyes of the Emperor's son, whom Casca had mentioned, were filled with utter despair.

"roll!"

There was even a sudden jolt in my heart, a feeling of wanting to kick the other person away like a ball.

He preferred to believe that the other person called him "Dad" because he was trying to survive, rather than because the other person was actually his offspring according to their genes.

This is an absolute insult!

"You beast! I don't have a son like you!"

In a fit of extreme rage, Casgar unleashed his steel fist, delivering a fierce steel slap directly to the opponent's flamboyant face.

Snapped!
With a resounding slap, the man's face swelled up into a pig's head from Casca's punch, which was both firm and gentle.

Of course, Casca held back a bit in the end, so he didn't unleash the same flying head punch as the Lion King.

If Kasgar truly wanted his opponent to die instantly, the golden-red flames would annihilate him completely in the next second.

That slap was just a warning to make the other person realize reality; he had some more important things to ask them.

Tell me! What have the sons of emperors become these days?

"And you too. A bunch of bullies who rely on their master's power." Seeing that the upper-level city police around him seemed to still want to escape, Casgar didn't even move himself. He used the force field of his psychic power to regroup these scattered guys and throw them at his feet.

"Stop."

Amidst the groans echoing around him, he watched as the terrifying, purplish-gold being gripped his neck and lifted him from the ground.
At this moment, only despair remained in the eyes of that emperor's son.

He could never have imagined that the legendary purple comet that fell from the sky would one day actually be real.

"Now you can speak."

The Sons of the Emperor chapter was once an outstanding model chapter.

Even after the fierce battle of Istvan III, which brought the entire Sons of the Emperor to a standstill due to a sharp drop in numbers and the disappearance of the Primarch, the entire Sons of the Emperor was brought to a standstill.

Fortunately, with the help of the great apothecary Melusin, although not many sub-corps were formed during the second army formation, the Emperor's sons were able to fully develop and be reborn during Guilliman's regency.

The entire battle group gradually expanded in size, and its development flourished.

"Then what?!"

Kaska pressed for an answer.

Since the Sons of the Emperor chapter developed so normally during Guilliman's time, how could a scoundrel like you appear?

You're actually one of the few in the Sons of the Emperor chapter, right?
Most members of the Sons of the Emperor still retain the demeanor of ten thousand years ago, right?
Hurry up and say it's correct!!!
The problem arose later.

Although Guilliman's seven thousand years of diligent governance have been achieved in this timeline, a crucial stabilizing force is lacking.

【Empire State Religion】

The state religion is rigid, ridiculous, and the culprit that hinders the progress of human empires and is the root cause of their unsustainable collapse.

However, at the same time, the state religion also suppressed, to some extent, the killing of fellow human beings and social morality.

Regardless of whether the ultimate holders of power believed it or not, under the suppression of the state religion, they were ultimately afraid of being labeled as heretics and thus lived obediently.

Although the social structure may be decaying, there is still a structure that can exist.

While he couldn't guarantee the survival of the human empire, he could guarantee that it would die more slowly.

This is more than enough for the current human empire.

But the emperor's son believed in the absolute imperial truth.

They didn't believe that the emperor was an omniscient and omnipotent god, although the emperor's sons would claim to be sons of the gods because of this, but gradually they began to think that this was more of a convenient claim.

It is a tool that enables the Chemos to maintain their piety.

What happened next was much the same as anything that happened in any other world, especially the once-fallen Eldar Empire: the emperor's son, having lost his goals and direction, felt an endless void over thousands of years, a time far longer than that of ordinary people.

The sons of emperors have no enemies who can rival their existence.

Unable to cause any trouble, the alien enemies could only eke out a living and lie low in the face of the powerful human empire, waiting for their chance.

As for planetary rebellion, if any planetary rebellion can mobilize the Glory, the only Imperial Skyhawk wears the title—Son of the Emperor?
Holy Terra?
In short, whether it was a problem with interstellar communication or the Ministry of the Interior not assigning enough challenges, the Emperor's Son was left idle at the Fortress Monastery and the homeworld of Chemos for a long time.

A perfect life lacks meaning.

Whether it be swordsmanship, art, or glory, the emperor's son felt an immense emptiness.

They follow the Astartes Codex and are known as Astartesian monks, but what exactly are they practicing?
As the saying goes, when people are well-fed and warm, they think of lustful desires;
There's also a saying that goes, "It's hard to learn good things, but it's easy to learn bad things."

Ten thousand years is enough time for even the strongest fortresses to turn into ruins, and enough time for even the most enduring traditions to vanish completely.

When Guilliman was alive, many of the princes were able to pretend to be upright gentlemen.

But once even this last Primarch disappeared from the human Empire, the most glorious Sons of the Emperor Chapter began to let loose.

"From what you're saying, you're quite proud, aren't you?"

"No, no! I was only flattering them to fit in, Dad. Actually, I—"

"Don't you dare call me 'Dad'! I don't have a son like you!"

"Okay, Your Excellency. That's the situation. Can you put me down now?"

"It's far from enough, far from enough."

"Casca said through gritted teeth."

He had previously considered whether there would be a problem with the recruitment of soldiers for the emperor's son.

Initially, the sons of emperors recruited the most virtuous and courteous young men from various noble families.

When the Great Expedition was thriving, every noble son would strive to earn the honor of his family and dedicate himself to it.

But Casca knew that as time went on, the nobles would gradually turn into arrogant fools, thus falling into a cycle of stagnation and corruption.

Therefore, after careful consideration, they ultimately chose to emulate Guilliman by building numerous officer schools on Chemos to recruit soldiers, thereby ensuring that the quality of the recruits would not ultimately be monopolized by the nobility.

Unfortunately, things did not go as Casca had anticipated.

Ten thousand years is far too long, long enough for the entire Space Marine Chapter to call themselves the Sons of God.

They do nothing else but lord it over their home planet.

As for resistance from the lower classes, that's even more impossible.

Who would dare to actually cause trouble on the homeworld of the Emperor's Sons Legion/Warband?

The symbolic significance of the Sons of the Emperor chapter far outweighs the practical significance of the existence of an Astartes chapter.

The principle that "too big to fail" doesn't need to be taught by members of the Emperor's Sons organization.

The Ministry of Justice bailiffs' electrified batons are about to fall on his head!
In order to instill fear and gratitude in the lower classes, all the green forests that had been built were deliberately demolished and leveled back into desert.

The toxins were artificially dumped into the ocean, and the air outside the city was once again filled with mutated radiation.

Here, even breathing deserves gratitude, for it is the great children of God who have given you the right to breathe.

If they don't obey, this endless desert will be their final destination!

Even if the city has abundant resources, more than it can use, it is both laughable and tragic that everything is developing in the same way it did ten thousand years ago.

"You bunch of bastards! Does nobody care what you're doing?"

Of course, no one will care.

Does anyone dare to demand a tithe from the homeworld of the Sons of the Emperors?
Furthermore, since the Emperor's Sons warband only pays taxes on extremely pure gene seeds, no one would bother the Emperor's Sons with dealing with internal issues on their home planet.

Among the sons of emperors, only a handful of people, such as the Grand Apothecary Melushin, have any real say.

But how could they reverse the overall decline of the battle group?

The only thing that can be done is to find a way to awaken the hero who fought bravely on the Istvan III.
As for what happened in the end, one can imagine.

"That's right, Father! No, no, no, that's how all the planetary governors and sector governors play!"

"This is permitted by the Emperor himself! Even mortal officials and nobles can do this so freely, so why can't we, the glorious son of the Emperor—"

Ugh.

Casca closed his eyes.

"You are beyond saving."

Immediately afterwards, a beam of golden-red flame shot into the sky and engulfed the two of them.

In the instant after the fire subsided, the pitiful son of the emperor was completely annihilated on the spot before he could even utter a scream.

Instead of him, it was Kaska who had just grabbed the other man.

"you."

Casca looked at the soldiers and police officers kneeling and begging for mercy with disgust.

He spared them not out of Casgar's mercy, but because he genuinely wanted to enter the Chapter to search for enough evidence of their crimes.

The emperor's son's depravity far exceeded his imagination.