Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 254 Vogrim, Against! Vogrim!

Dante felt as if he were in a vast void.

She could feel her body floating on a warm and peaceful golden ocean, like a small boat adrift in a vast sea of stars.

In this peaceful moment, Dante felt a lifting force—it was his mother, Saint Gilles.

In addition, there is the golden-armored warrior San Gillenor floating in mid-air.

Although his eyes were not yet open, the connection from his genes and bloodline allowed Dante to recognize the other person's identity.

"It is I, Dante."

"I am honored to declare to you: you are the child I am most proud of. Your bravery and fearlessness are enough to ensure that you will always enjoy peace by my side."

"You've served for a thousand years, thank you for your hard work."

As if his own thoughts were completely open to her, Saint Gilles' words gently touched Dante, soothing the weariness and unease in her soul.

"Mother."

Has the war ended?
That's right. In the final moments of the Battle of Baal, the Phoenix Spawns stormed into the enemy flagship, killed the Queen, and caused chaos among the Zerg swarm.

Finally, the moment the shadow of the Great Devourer vanished from the warp, with the help of reinforcements from the Ultramarines, the Leviathan Hive fleet, which had lost its command and was as disorganized as sand, was swept away and torn to pieces.

Although the swarm's absolute numbers are still considerable, without command, launching another attack on Baal is not as easy as before.

With the help of the Ultramarines, Baal's crisis has been resolved, and she can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Dante felt a surge of vitality within her, almost in a daze—the very power she once possessed, but now, only after death could she experience this state of being at her physical peak.

Yes, it's all over.

Dante recalled his conversation with the great sage Belisarius.

Although the Blood Angels successfully defeated the surging swarm of insects, unfortunately, in order to continue serving the Blood Angels, Dante chose the Primal Forging Surgery to enhance his abilities and lifespan.

Unfortunately, according to the great sage Belisarius Coul, the success rate of the Original Forging Surgery is only 40%. Dante's insistence on undergoing the surgery likely led to a perilous outcome.
Seeing that even the long-deceased Saint Gilles has appeared before her, she must be the one who guided her mother to escape the sea of suffering and return to the Golden Throne.

Oh, what a pity! (reading in a monotone).

After serving for a thousand years, Dante finally got the chance to enjoy eternal peace.

In fact, what sustained him for over a thousand years, besides responsibility and loyalty, was a prophecy: Legend has it that Saint Gilles saw a golden warrior standing between the emperor and darkness at the end of time.

Dante had assumed that person would be himself.

But it seems that it was just a somewhat arrogant and vain fantasy of hers.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

From then on, she would always stay by his mother's side.

"Do not."

As if reading Dante's thoughts, Saint Gilles opened his smiling, narrowed eyes slightly and softly uttered a single word, "No."

"Mother.?"

As Dante opened her eyes in utter astonishment, she saw Saint Gilles simply smiling.

"Mother! My original casting surgery ultimately failed, didn't it?"

"Tell me quickly, I've already finished my military service, right?"

Her original casting surgery couldn't possibly succeed, right?!

No.

Her mother still did not answer her question.

Saint Gilles is still smiling.

smile.

In an instant, the world spun around him, and Dante felt his mother Saint Gilles' smile rapidly becoming blurred and invisible.

"Keep it up, Dante!"

Click.

"You're awake? Commander Dante, the Primal Forging surgery was a success!"

"what sound?"

As Kasgar continued his ascent into the depths of the Chapter's core beneath Angel Keep, he felt an extremely intense pain.

It sounded like a heart-wrenching scream of agony, and it seemed to come from Dante, the commander of the Angels of Holy Blood, but the person was much younger than Dante himself.

"What's wrong, Mr. Charlotte?"

"nothing."

Never mind her.

Kascar continued to follow behind the Blood Angel who was leading the way.

As the true hero capable of saving Baal and the Blood Angels, after successfully leading his men back to shore, Casgar received a hero's welcome from the Ultramarines and the Blood Angels.

Not only was Dante willing to commemorate the heroic deeds of the Son of the Phoenix as the greatest contributor to the Battle of Baal, as a major contributor in the first rank, even placing him ahead of Commander Dante.

It was the Phoenix Children who first astutely discovered the Zerg Hive's weakness, using the forbidden Centaur Ring to stop the swarm from advancing; and together with San Gillenor, who descended from the sky, they released a genetic virus at the Zerg Queen.

Without their crucial assistance, even ten thousand Space Marines would not have been able to withstand the trillions of insect swarms.

Not only Dante, but Casgar also received an audience with the Ultramarines' second company commander in this battle—not Titus, but Cato Sicarius.

Cato Sicarius mainly came to discuss matters related to the original casting.

Although Belisarius had mentioned this matter to Chapter Master Calgar on several occasions, given that the Primitive Forging technology was not yet mature and there was no precedent for a Primitive Forging Chapter, the issue could not be resolved.

To acknowledge that one of the Emperor's greatest creations, the Space Marine, could be improved by a Mechanicus sage is itself a great blasphemy against the Emperor.

Even if the other party is favored by Guilliman and is a behemoth with modular thinking integrated from countless people, it doesn't matter.

As the mother group of the Smurfs, the Ultramarines need to be extremely cautious about making any modifications to them.

However, the outstanding performance of the Phoenix Sages in the Battle of Baal was enough to endorse the Prototype technology.

Belisarius Caul, the great sage handpicked by Robout Guilliman, the genetic father of the Ultramarines, successfully convinced the invincible Second Company Commander Cato Sicarius of the power of Prototype.

"However, our battle leader is currently engaged in a fierce battle with the Chaos Enemy in the Extreme Starfield."

"—Those scum. While our armies are on the front lines defending against the Zerg invasion, the damned dregs of Chaos are spreading corruption within the Empire."

The purpose of chaos is extremely clear.

While spreading chaos, the corrupted army of Chaos, led by the Great Impure Ones, "Rain Father" Rotigus and "Plague Father" Kugas, marched towards Macragge, where the Guilliman Stasis Field was located.

If even Regent Guilliman is corrupted by Chaos, then perhaps a large number of Ultra Warriors based on the Father of Genesis will break away from the Empire and join Chaos—the great rebellion that once nearly extinguished humanity's hope will be repeated.

We must stop the continued spread of chaotic corruption!

But Calgar was clearly in a bind at this moment—the threat from the Zerg swarm continued to gnaw at the eastern part of the galaxy. With the five hundred worlds of Alteramar caught in a pincer movement between Chaos and the Tyranid swarm, even an endless supply of Smurfs had its limits.

"If the entire group is a Phoenix Child originally forged, they can assist other Ultramarines in the defense of Macragge and..."

Belisarius and Casca exchanged glances.

[Promise him, Casgar! This is the key to our Original Forging technology reaching a wider audience! As long as we can gain the trust of the Ultramarines, our future development will no longer be hindered!]

Well said, but I reject your proposal, Belisarius. We—

The most important thing now is development.

Despite the Phoenix's impeccable performance in the recent Battle of Baal, Kasgar lost several hundred elite Primal Phoenix warriors, a loss that deeply saddened him.

He urgently needed to expand their still-small warband, but he didn't have time to immediately throw their thousand-odd warriors from one meat grinder to another.

[Tsk, the original plan was to forge 10,000 new recruits, which will be delivered after the successful defense of Macragge. The 3,000 new recruits promised to you will also be delivered before you head to Macragge.]

Okay, deal.

Well, on the other hand,

With the plague war and the Zerg invasion happening simultaneously, even the Ultramarines are finding it difficult to cope when caught in the crossfire.

The Smurfs, who make up nearly 90% of all Space Marines, are far too important for Casgar to accept; they must seek Casgar's support.

Without the support of the Ultramarines, any idea of seizing power from the Highlords is nothing but empty talk.

Conversely, if Kasgar had the support of the Ultramarines, then even Highlord Van der would not dare to act rashly when faced with a massive horde of Smurfs.

The Phoenix should indeed join the war against the plague immediately!

"I will lead the Phoenix Sons' army to the Limit Starfield as soon as possible, and together with your organization, defeat the invasion of Chaos and the alien enemies."

"However, before that, I have one more request."

"My mother's body lies ahead, Lady Charlotte." Casca only requested one thing—that she be allowed to enter...

According to Saint Gillenor, also known as Horus, a portion of the souls of Fugrim may very well be located here.

Saint Gillenor did not know where the fragments of Fugrim were; she would only appear when the Blood Angels faced an absolute crisis.

—If there was anywhere she felt even a trace of Forgrim, it was in the secret chamber where Saint Gilles' remains were kept. And only in this place was she, as Saint Gilles, had never been.

As Casca continued its descent, the surrounding anti-psychic devices and security measures were continuously strengthened.

Although many of the defenses in Angel Keep had been rendered ineffective by the swarm's attacks, the Blood Angels would still place their mother's remains in the safest place in Baal's territory.

Finally, after nauseating Kasgar's numerous and somewhat tedious mechanical checkpoints, in the center of a magnificent and solemn hall, lay a static force field encased in a stone coffin.

"Saint-Gilles."

Casca stepped forward.

Beneath the transparent glass in the center of the sarcophagus lay Saint Gilles's bloodless face.

Thanks to the meticulous restoration efforts of the Holy Blood Angels, the once ravaged Saint Gilles (barrel version) now rests peacefully, as if asleep.

A tiny point of light, unseen by the accompanying Holy Blood Angel, surged from the heart of Saint Gilles in the sarcophagus directly towards Casca's brow.

Casca saw a lot.

That was the sense of crisis Fugrim felt when she first met Saint Gilles – a being more perfect than herself had appeared, one that she had never believed could exist in this world.

Previously, she only thought that the Emperor could barely be considered a match—but that was the charm of a thousand faces created by psychic power, and Fugrim was not jealous of it.

But Saint Gilles was so perfect and flawless, surpassing Fugrim's efforts and understanding.

Although Fugrim did not resent Saint Gilles's perfection, she felt a deep sense of frustration that was difficult to put into words.

special!

It was when she got together with Casca!!!
So angry! So angry! So angry! So angry!

She hadn't even had a chance to be close to Kasga for long after the Great Expedition! Yet he had to follow the Holy Blood Angels to help her clear up some genetic defect!
A sense of loss arises spontaneously.

"I'm sorry, Fugrim, but for the Great Crusade and the future of humanity, I must help every Primarch escape the vortex of corruption."

Casca sensed that unease and disappointment.

It was precisely because of her understanding and empathy that Casca mistakenly believed that the other party really didn't care.

And so, buried deep within your disgusting unease and pain—the fragments of your soul, split from Fugrim's inferiority complex—chose the being she most longed to be—Saint Gilles.

It also protected Saint Gilles's remnant soul from being torn apart by the four gods to some extent.

"Humph!"

The next moment, as the stream of light gradually traveled across Kasga's body, he seemed to see a place shimmering with golden light with the help of the other party.

The Golden Throne

For some reason, even the moment he stepped inside, the word came to Casca's mind.

Did the Golden Throne preserve the fragments of Fugrim's soul?
Under the vast and boundless golden light, Kasgar sensed the presence of Fugrim.

Yes, right here.

Although Kasgar could not see the other, he could sense that Fugrim's existence had been preserved by the Golden Throne—the largest fragment of the original body among all the other soul fragments.

Moreover, there was a strange black shadow beneath this golden throne.

"Forgrim, wait for me."

Kaska said silently to himself.

All he needs to do is lead the Phoenix Son back into Holy Terra, and he will be able to see Forgrim again, whom he has been longing for day and night.

It's not one of those fake swords that stab people!
That moment is not far away.

Just as Kasgar returned to reality from beneath the Golden Throne, the streak of light shot directly from Kasgar's right hand to another blade, the power sword that Fugrim had once forged for Kasgar, the [Slash].

"Casgar!!!"

"You've finally shown up! I thought you hadn't even considered me because you were so focused on expanding your legion."

Kasgar sensed that the other's soul had already resided in this ancient, relic-like blade.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Sensing the other's pain, Kasgar gently offered words of comfort.

As for whether they didn't consider the other side in order to expand the size of their legion... well...

Casca has automatically avoided this pointed question!

"Promise me, okay? Never leave me again? Please—don't leave me."

She wasn't whole; Casca could even sense her brokenness and her fear of leaving her.

It felt as if the other person was whispering in my ear.

"Hehe, but you probably can't have Casca all to yourself!"

Just as Kasgar agreed to the other party's request, another "Vogrim" poked its head out from the dagger on his left hand.

Ruined.

"Casgar!!!!!"

"Who is she? Why are you so close to her?"

"Didn't you say I was your centaur? Why is there another guy next to you—"

Upon seeing another large, fat snake on the left, the self-conscious and uneasy "Forgrim" cried out in a heart-wrenching, agonizing, and terrifying manner.

That's you, sis!
Why are you jealous of yourself, Fugrim!

Despite Kasgar's repeated insistence that the stabbing sword could not be Fugrim.

But now that he's at this level, how could he dare to provoke the newcomer, Fugrim?

Kasga was genuinely afraid that the other person would explode on the spot in front of him.

"Now you think I'm Fugrim? Didn't you always say I was actually the Man-Slaying Sword and enjoy your mental infidelity? Hehe!"

As if adding fuel to the fire, she whispered in the ear of another weeping Forgrim, "Hmm? You used to always call me the Man-Slaying Sword, what, are you afraid to admit it now?"

"What!!!!"

"No! Casgar! You've abandoned me, you tonic!!!"

"I don't have a self."

As Kasgar looked at the two people arguing in his ear, he felt a sudden wave of exhaustion.

—Two living fathers.

"Hehehe, little sister, actually, before you came, Casca and I did everything we should and shouldn't have done. Even after ten thousand years, the taste is still—"

"What?! That damned stabbing sword! I'll fight you to the death—!!!!!"

"Stop talking!"

"Good sisters? Please, please stop arguing—I..."

Trying to comfort the two fragments and stop them from fighting each other, Casca felt his energy dwindling.

I hope I can hold on until the day I return to Holy Terra.
"Prepare. Prepare to depart, Taitu, no, Nulus."

"It's time to prepare to set off for the Extreme Starfield to support the Ultramarines."

"Kasgar is on command aboard the Phoenix Sons' battle barge," he commanded.

"commander?"

Titus noticed something was wrong with the other person: "What's wrong with you?"

[You stabbing sword, just die!!!]

"Little sister, even if I really die, the mark I leave on Casca's body will remain forever."

[Aaaaaah, say that again and see what happens!!! I'm going to kill you!!!]