Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 246 Another Vorgrim

"and many more!"

Almost at the same moment that the stabbing sword uttered those words, Kasgar reached out and stopped Tarasin from putting the stabbing sword into his pocket.

"Lend it to me for a moment," Casca said, his expression calm as if he hadn't felt any emotion.

"You have one minute to tell me why you said that."

He stared at the stabbing sword that had been yelling loudly just moments before: "If you say this is just to avoid being added to a collection, I'll annihilate you right now!"

"So where is Fugrim now?!"

“Right there.” The stabbing sword could see the constantly flashing and leaping golden-red flames in the opponent’s eyes.

"Right here! I, I am Fugrim."

".hey-hey."

Seemingly to cover up its embarrassment at saying this, the stabbing sword even gave a couple of nonchalant chuckles at the end.

Casgar: "."

The stabbing sword made him laugh in anger.

Sometimes, when people are so angry that they are speechless, they will laugh.

Bear!
The next moment, burning psionic flames instantly covered the entire slender blade.

Let's just break this sword.

How dare they try to deceive me with this kind of information, and even insult Fugrim!
If only I had known, I should have burned this guy to ashes in the temple back then!
“Friend, according to the cooperation agreement, this is my collection.”

Tarasin tried to stop the other party from melting the dagger into scrap metal, but ultimately withdrew his hand.

However, seeing that the human's emotions seemed to be in an extremely unstable state, after thinking for a moment, Tarasin finally decided not to provoke the other party any further.

Go ahead and cause trouble, you living dad.

Who can out-argue you?

"Still no effect?"

Kasgar pulled the flames away from it with some confusion.

If he was previously unable to completely eliminate it due to his own lack of strength, now an inextinguishable fire has been ignited in his heart, and his current spiritual power is in no way inferior to Magnus's.

(And most importantly, Casca is smarter than him.)
Faced with a creature from the subspace, his flames should theoretically have 100% power to completely wipe a great demon from this world.

But the reality is that no matter how much Kasgar burns the piercing sword, the demon residing within it remains unaffected.

"A stabbing sword? What's going on here?"

He swung the slender blade, but clearly, there was no response from the other party.

But in the next moment, a hazy purple mist gushed out from the sword.

"Casgar, do you know why I've never shown you my true form?"

"Because you don't have any original self, you just parasitize others?"

"."

The mist gradually solidified before Casca's eyes, forming a physical form—a humanoid figure with cascading, silvery-white, luxurious hair and a magnificent, vibrant purple-gold upper body armor, which, combined with her serpentine lower body, created an appearance of unparalleled nobility.

As for her face, it was a face that Casca knew all too well.

"This is."

Casca's eyes widened in shock at that moment.

Fugrim?

Not just Fugrim, but Fugrim in snake form!

That's clearly the form one would have after being corrupted by Slaanesh!
How could this stabbing sword contain a Fugrim in its corrupted form by Slaanesh?

If what it says is true, then wouldn't that mean that Fugrim really was abducted by Chaos, just as it said?

Do not!
impossible!
The scene that unfolded before him was enough to leave him stunned for several seconds before he came to his senses.

Then, in the next instant, flames engulfed Casca itself.

He will clear away all these illusions—whether corrupted or not, Kasgar will not easily let go of the stabbing sword demon that dares to display the scene Kasgar fears most at this moment!

This is absolutely an illusion created by that stabbing sword in order to gain my trust!
You damned swordsman, you'd actually pretend to be Fugrim just to save your own life?!

"I don't believe it!"

"You demon, show me your true form!"

Quickly snapping out of his daze, Kasgar shook his head and used psionic flames to cleanse himself of any negative effects, such as charm, that he might be suffering.

Clearly, as a former Slaanesh demon, the piercing sword possesses an inherent allure for seducing people.

But obviously, this couldn't fool the hero Kasgar!

How could he be fooled by such a petty trick!

Bear!
However, under the continued burning of the flames, the illusion of "Forgrim" not only did not disappear, but instead twisted and coiled around Kasgar in a serpentine form.

Unpurified by Kasgar's psionic flames, the demonic entity within that piercing sword was actually able to resist this power that traces back to its origin!

"do not come!!!"

"Casca, you kept telling me not to come any closer, but why is your mind in such turmoil?"

On

"Ugh."

Then, "Forgrim" sighed softly and gently placed his hand on Kasgar's helmet.

"Let me tell you the reason for all of this."

Is the stabbing sword actually Fugrim?

It is, but it isn't.

Or rather, her birth originated from Fugrim.

In the original timeline, after the Thug seduced Forgrim to kill Feralas and manipulated his body, no one knew its true name or what abilities it possessed within the Slaanesh faction.

This is clearly illogical.

That was the greatest contributor to the tragic outcome of a massive rebellion, its merits comparable to...
It's no exaggeration to say that the stabbing sword changed the original plot, allowing Istvan 5 to directly overpower Fauci with a relentless hammer blow.

Such ferocious iron hands, besides these ten thousand, there are hundreds of thousands more!?
If it weren't for the piercing sword's power that ultimately led to the death of one Primarch and the fall of the other, Eastfan V would have already been the scene of the final battle of the Great Rebellion.

Or perhaps Fugen never fell into evil, and in the end, he and Fethulhu were directly defeated by Horus, who was empowered by the Four Gods, on the Istvan III.

With such a brilliant record, even the four Chaos Gods would favor him greatly.

A great demon capable of tempting the Primarch to corruption could not possibly be so disliked by the Chaos Gods, and ultimately disappear from this world without even a name.

A comparison will show that even if Slaanesh's chosen one, Lucius, could be killed by stepping on a landmine, Salis would still resurrect him without holding a grudge.

How did it eventually disappear without a trace, its name unknown, and never appear in the world again?

Therefore, there is only one possibility.

The demon residing within the stabbing sword has never been a Slaanesh demon or any other strange creature.

That is Fugrim himself.

Or rather, its existence stems from Fugrim's own pride and the inferiority complex hidden beneath that pride.

From the moment the Primarch joined the Great Crusade, she bore an unbearable burden of pressure.

As the only legion among all legions qualified to wear the Eagle Emblem, Fulgrim firmly believed that he could do it perfectly, cultivating the Sons of the Emperor into the most perfect, powerful, and enviable legion.

But clearly, this is impossible.

Moreover, Fugrim's so-called perfection does not exist in the Great Crusade.

Suffering from a kind of schizophrenic illness, Fugen split himself into two beings—one being the seemingly perfect Purple Phoenix in front of everyone, a symbol of striving for perfection even when imperfect.

Secondly, he feared and resented the exhaustion and hardship that came with pursuing perfection, and had a self-destructive desire to completely abandon it all.

The whisper in his ear was not from the demon residing in the stabbing sword, but from himself.

After killing Feralus, he chose to escape everything and numb all his senses through indulgence.

Primarch Vograim's choice.

Upon its birth in the Warp, its first sensation came from the Thorns, a race that worshipped Slaanesh (although Slaanesh had not yet been born at that time). During their ritual, it possessed the blade imbued with Slaanesh's blessing, awaiting a future moment of opportunity.

The true owner of the piercing sword will pull it from its seal.

In the warp, proof is eternal. Although neither the Blade of the Assassin nor the Slaanesh were ever born, their power was already able to transcend time and space and be added to this blade.

"But...that's not right!"

Kasgar's expression suddenly became agitated: "Then your birth means that Fugrim is destined to fall into a corrupt fate, and I can't save her?"

That was indeed the case before.

According to the Emperor's design, it might be more worthwhile to use the Sons of the Emperor, who value honor but are extremely proud, as a bargaining chip compared to the Iron Hand, which possesses powerful firepower and dark technology.

In the end, even if the emperor's sons manage to escape unscathed from the great rebellion, their fate will still be to be corrupted and degenerated by the hedonism that permeates the legions.

Even if the loyal Ironhands were so obsessed that they replaced their entire bodies with machinery to create the only pure vegan Dreadnoughts in the entire Chapter (without flesh inside), their strikes against the enemies of humanity would never be small.

His eagerness to avenge the Primarch can even unleash greater combat power.

But the arrival of Casca shattered this established deal between the Chaos Gods and the Emperor. This predetermined outcome was forcibly broken by the intrusion of a higher-dimensional being, namely Casca.

With Kasgar, whom Fugrim always held dear, her Great Crusade, though tedious and frustrating, ultimately led her to become a glorious Imperial Warmaster, and the Legion of the Emperor's Sons became the most perfect legion (at least for the time being).

Despite the hardships and exhaustion endured during the Great Expedition, the thought of giving up never crossed their minds.

She would persevere for Casca.

Kasgar, of course, would not trade his own Fugrim with anyone.

He chose to believe in himself and, with his power that was in no way comparable to any Primarch, forcefully reversed the course of the Great Rebellion.

Perhaps it didn't ultimately succeed, but from that moment on, Fugrim resolved never to give up again and to work hard together with Kasgar toward the future.

Because that was their "agreement".

"So, who exactly are you? And where is Fugrim right now?"

"Perhaps you are still worried about Forgrim's whereabouts, but I can assure you."

Seeing Kasgar's low spirits, the stabber said as if he felt sorry for him, "While your beloved Fugrim herself is not in the best condition right now, she has not yet been corrupted by any force."

call.

Kaska was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"But Fugrim didn't fall into depravity as planned, so where did you come from?"

"Now that Fugrim has not been consumed by Slaanesh, you should theoretically cease to exist?"

"That little bit..."

"If you want an explanation, I can give one."

"This is what Fugrim, in his piercing sword form, said."

Although Fugrim has overcome her excessive obsession with perfection with Kasgar's help this time, she has fallen into a different kind of predicament.

"Casca!"

"Have you forgotten what you did during the Great Expedition?!"

"Ah I?"

"Yes, it's you!"

The "Forgrim," transformed from the piercing sword, approached Kasgar.

Her already perfect face became even more alluring and beautiful under the influence of Slaanesh (completely different from that ugly 40K pawn!), and the serpentine body that gradually wrapped around her made Kasgar feel a strange restlessness.

"When you were busy with all the work during the Great Expedition, did you ever think that she might be unhappy?"

As he spoke, a hint of resentment crept into the voice of the stabbing sword, as if Fugrim were truly speaking to Kasgar.

"You have too many women around you!"

That swordswoman Aqua!
And there's also pharmacist Meluxin!

And Primarch Feluse!!

And there are angels!

She was an angel, even more perfect than Fugrim. Even Fugrim, who originally thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, felt inferior for the second time!
(The first one was the emperor)

(Can men be this beautiful?)

Even the perfect angels often seek out Casca to fix the Legion's genetic defects!

Who knows how she and Casca resolved their "genetic defect"!

Although Fugrim knew about Kasgar's psionic flames, she couldn't help but think about it in detail.

During the Great Crusade, Fugrim could only watch as Kasgar urged him to travel between the various legions.

After visiting Phyllis, she went to the angels, and then to the other male Primarchs. She didn't even have much time to spend with her, Fugrim.

—She was like an incompetent husband.

Although Fugrim will no longer feel the agonizing urge to self-destruct due to stress, she will still be displeased by Kasgar's friendships with other Primarchs and their offspring (?).

Then I kept it inside.

Jealousy, unease, and the inferiority complex hidden behind pride, along with the constant fear of losing Kasgar, were all gnawing at Fugrim's heart.

Until the very end, just before Kasgar was about to explode in the battle with Horus, she was teleported away by Koz's psionic powers. In the fear of losing Kasgar, the fear and pain in her heart found a response in the warp.

The stabbing sword was born at this moment.

"Only at the moment of its complete birth will I know the ins and outs of all this."

"Forgrim" concluded.

"Although I am not Fugrim herself, I can help you find her as you travel the world with the aid of my senses."

"Casca, would you be willing to take me in now?"

"."

He was silent.

Although seeing this snake-like Fugrim form made Kasgar wary, no matter what, he couldn't muster any anger even if he wanted to when faced with such a face that was one of the most beautiful in the entire universe.

Although his ten thousand years of time were but a fleeting moment in the static field, and although Kasgar knew that humanity was in imminent danger when he awoke, his first priority was to find a way to save the human empire.

but.
"Ugh."

"Come with me."

With a gasp from the other party, Kasgar grabbed the floating phantom "Vogrim" and pulled it back to his side.

"Why are you so rough? But I like it too."

"Because you are not Fugrim, but just a negative emotion of hers."

Kasgar seemed to have calmed down. Facing the piercing sword that didn't seem too afraid of him, he said unhappily, "I'm not going to tell you anything. Once I find Fugrim, I'll wipe you out completely. Don't even think about trying to seduce me with your Slaanesh-infused moves, understand?"

"whee."

"Okay, okay, but I'm still part of the Fugrim, so let Mommy give you a good sniff~"

"leave me alone!"

“I’m sorry, Tarachin, this one is mine too. You should find something else good to add to your collection.”

Tarasin: "."

wonderful.

Seeing such a rare sight, even his old metal bones seemed to have become thousands of years younger.

"The spoils are divided, my friend, I should be leaving now."

Looking at the sparsely populated Blood Raven Relic Vault, the two cosmic thieves exchanged a smile.

Both Casca and Tarachin returned home with a full load after this trip.

An atmosphere of mutual respect arose between the two like-minded individuals.

“Remember my words—if I ever find any good relics in the future, I will exchange them with you using that shipload of gene seeds to trade with Sword Saint Aqua.”

"Goodbye."

As Tarasim used his staff to weave a ghostly green teleportation rift before his eyes and stepped out, only Kasgar remained in the entire space.

—If we don't count the stabbing sword.

“He’s gone now.” Kasgar said to the dagger in his hand after the other party had completely left.

"Now, tell me how to find Fugrim."

"Although I can sense Forgrim's presence, this sense is still too weak—I cannot determine her exact location at the moment."

"I can feel that at the moment of my birth, there were many more fragments of emotion scattered throughout the world, just like me."

(Like Old Man Huang?)
"Then what do I do?"

"Of course it is——"

The stabbing sword paused for a moment. Since she awakened and recognized her true identity, she seemed to have become much more lively.

"Her favorite person is naturally you—to find those fragments, the most likely places are the places you two experienced together, where she is most likely to linger."

In other words, Kasgar needs to retrace the path of the previous Great Crusade and search for everything related to Fugrim along the way.

"It's not entirely hopeless."

"Perfect timing, my Phoenix Child can be considered to be in its initial stages of completion."

Casca felt a sense of pride: "Where do we go for our first step?"

Now that the Phoenix Clan has completed all the necessary aspects of the chapter, including weapons, equipment, personnel, fleet, and logistics, it's time to engage in some small-scale battles.

The first step, of course, is to find the largest piece.
"As for where exactly Fugrim is most worried and ashamed, you know without me saying it, don't you?"

Casca nodded.

Besides the angel Saint Gilles, Casca couldn't think of a second candidate.

As for where the angels are, that's naturally where they're being attacked by the Tyranid swarm—

"Tomoe II".

(End of this chapter)