Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 255 The Emperor's Incarnation?

Plague, death.

A curse from which humanity cannot escape.

From the moment of birth, the fear of death lingers in the heart of every human being, only subsiding when it actually arrives.

The rise and fall, life and death of all things are governed by established principles.

But there are always some who try to break this inevitable fate.

Some things refuse to face death.

Even knowing that resisting death would lead to a curse far more terrifying and ugly than death itself, they would still gladly accept it.

They must accept it willingly, as it is the ultimate reward for being a follower of Nurgle.

Only those who can become numb and foolish from the extreme pain of being unable to live or die, and find solace in this, can possibly become a member of the Garden of Compassion.

The putrid blood turned into pus, and the decaying flesh coalesced into an immortal abomination.

The monster, which should have been extinct countless years ago, has been summoned again amidst people's fear.

Pain, numbness, finding pleasure in suffering.

This is the path that all the undead infected with the plague must take.

No one asks why the illness must exist; they all have to endure it, endure the extreme pain, and then face their own numbness and morbidity.

Only this is eternal.

Every follower of Nurgle would comfort themselves in this way: compared to falling into the hands of other dark gods, this was the best possible outcome—trust in the Father's gift!

They possessed eternal life and immortal bodies. As long as they learned to deny themselves and deceive themselves, they saw this cesspool-like world as a paradise.

Despair is the underlying tone of this world.

All the scoundrels need to do is enjoy the moment, enjoy the present—who cares about the raging flood!
—Actually, this is fine, isn't it?

No.

He refused the tragic fate imposed upon humanity.

Humans do not need to crawl; they can heal their own ailments and use their wisdom to explore the vast and boundless cosmos.

Your words and malice cannot force my people to submit to you!

He stood up and used the flames to cleanse his body of filth.

He decided to purify the world.

Let the spiritual comfort in despair be replaced by the true will to fight, and let humanity believe that, apart from becoming an immortal monster, they have another possible option that has been forgotten for countless years.

To live in this world filled with chaos and despair as a true human being!
Leading countless like-minded companions, he began to cleanse the world of corruption.

Over millennia, the influence has created a complex web of tangled roots. Though the immortal will be burned by its raging fire, the monster's pus and toxins have corrupted this world for far too long.

But he still firmly believed that he could cleanse the world of its corruption.

The raging fire will burn this corrupt garden to the ground as swiftly as a knife cutting through tangled hemp.

Just as he expected.
He will definitely win.

Warp jumps through the warp often create illusions for Casgar.

But whether it was ten thousand years ago or now that he has fully awakened, this is the first time that he has been able to bring such a clear, realistic illusion to Casca.

[Subspace warp complete, have arrived at destination: the Pamenio system]

This place is now a crucial stronghold for the Nurgle army's advance, with tall, steep towers forming the main body of the city's architecture. They are all the same height and design, tightly packed together.

Under the Death Guard's artillery barrage, the shattered outer walls and unstable reinforced concrete with some cracks collapsed in the middle of the road, and had not yet been cleared away.

Although the garrison at Pamenio continues to protect the city from traitorous attacks, corruption has already begun to take hold in the city and among the panicked crowds, thanks to the enemy's poisoning.

The corruption of Nurgle first began to spread in the northern part of the Extreme Starfield.

Based on this chaos, the Nurgle demons first spread their corruption through the influence of the Corruption Cult, gradually taking root in remote star systems unnoticed by ordinary people while the Ultramarines were focused on dealing with the invading Hive fleet.

Ultimately, when the complex and bloated bureaucracy of the human empire received the signal, people could only discover in horror that the three star systems in this extreme star field had become the den of demons, Nurgle.

In the last interstellar communication, all that could be heard was the other party's desperate and painful screams.

Like the most delicious dish, the fear and despair of mankind, and the service they provide, can replenish the vitality of Nurgle, the Chaos God, who was extremely weak due to the depletion of the Great Crusade, and strengthen His undead army.

Today, these three star systems are collectively known by humankind as the "Calamity Cluster." As they transform the local area into the Nurgle Garden, they also use it as a base to unleash their corrupting armies throughout the Milky Way.

A massive, allied demonic army, comprised of endless streams of Nurgle daemons and cultist Deathguards, is wreaking havoc across the eastern part of the galaxy.

As for the current internal situation of the Cataclysmic Stars, according to the words of the captured mad cultists, the Great Impure One Kugas, most favored by the Father, is using the Plague Cauldron given to him by the Father to brew a powerful virus that can corrupt Guilliman.

Soon, everything will fall apart, and even Regent Guilliman will be embraced by his loving father!
"But despite this, these inferior warp creatures never dared to attack Macurag."

He held these guys in utter contempt for those who only dared to cause trouble when the Ultramarines were locked in battle with the Zerg swarm.

"These traitors are roaming around the perimeter of the Extreme Starfield—they don't dare to attack the heavily guarded Imperial forces, but instead attack some poorly defended remote planets."

"It's not until most of the Ultramarines are forced to fight back due to the influx of the Hive Fleet that they will mobilize in such large numbers as they are now."

Although the Ultramarines (and their sub-groups) were numerous enough to put any faction to despair, Nurgle's army also deployed its demon reserves, accumulated over nearly ten thousand years.

The two great unclean beings, Rotigus the Rain Father and Kugas the Plague Father, each lead a massive army of Nurgle demons.

Meanwhile, the Death Guard army, led by Legion Commander Typhons the Chosen of Nurgle, marched in three columns toward Macragge, the Ultramarines' homeland, which was currently weakened by the fight against the Zerg swarm.

Despite the large number of Smurfs, Nurgle also has a legion-sized army of Space Marine traitors.

Death Guard

Theirs are also legion-sized, and they possess a true legionary structure that is not destroyed by the Astartes Codex.

Although the Ultramarines did have a numerically superior sub-companies, unfortunately, the Codex Astartes split the Legion into chapters, and with Guilliman falling into a coma due to severe injuries, the various Ultramarines chapters could not achieve effective coordination.

Although there were indeed many people, each member of the subgroup did indeed obey the orders of the Ultra Warriors.

However, the numerous Space Marines, lacking experience in legion cooperation, fought like scattered soldiers, and their makeshift legions were quickly overwhelmed by the combined forces of the Death Guard, Nurgle demons, and cultists.

"Soldiers do not know their generals, and generals do not know their soldiers."

Kasgar was quite frustrated with the reports he had received of the Ultramarines suffering repeated defeats.

The bloated and inefficient Ultramarines and their sub-companies were no match for the Death Guard, who maintained their old structure and were even more powerful under the blessing of Nurgle.

To prevent legion commanders like Horus and Philus from launching another rebellion, the former Son of War has now become somewhat useless.

However, the advantage lies in the fact that the Smurfs can reorganize their army countless times and put it back into battle with sufficient troops.

Despite being able to wipe out Ultramarines multiple times, a steady stream of new recruits seems to be returning to the battlefield from various star systems in the Ultramarines region to take over the fighting.

In this situation where the Smurfs were desperately resisting the Nurgle invasion with their own lives, a bizarre stalemate actually formed.

Your Nurgle army is constantly being depleted, while my Ultramarines are endless!
"It seems the situation is indeed still very serious."

Seeing that none of the squadron leaders were willing to submit to each other, there was a lack of someone who could command the overall situation and fight against the overwhelming Nurgle army.

Faced with this dire situation, Casgar naturally needs to find someone with sufficient influence, whether it be Imperial Truth or the State Religion. He must first calm down all the Imperial citizens who are in a state of panic.

There is only one Ultramariner, Calgar, who is currently at the forefront of the battle against the endless Zerg hive fleet.

Even if he does manage to return in time, he will only be the leader of a newly formed team.

In terms of sheer strength, he is indeed quite good for a chapter leader, but if he wants to truly revitalize the empires suffering from the plague in the Extreme Starfield, a newly formed chapter leader is far from enough.

At least a loyal Primarch with enough influence is needed, or a miracle from the Empire itself, for people in despair to understand that the Emperor still protects them.

In any case, Casgar must find new beacons for mortals and Space Marines who lack faith and hope amidst the raging plague.

Compared to himself, this ancient hero from ten thousand years ago, Casgar had a better candidate. According to the original Plague Wars story, that candidate appeared right here.

On the battlefield of this planet Pamenio, a mortal girl with divine powers is about to appear.

—That being who, according to legend, could purify the well water contaminated by Nurgle, could bring miracles to the mortal world, and could rescue Guilliman from the clutches of Nurgle when he was besieged by them.

As for her true identity, only Casca knows it now.

That would far surpass the so-called living saint of the state religion—

Loli Empress!!!

Nothing could be more inspiring than this.

"what!!!"

"Why don't we leave here?"

"Casca, but I'm still so worried about you. What if you turn into one of those disgusting monsters too?"

"Casca? Your target this time isn't that little girl with divine powers you mentioned, is it?"

"Could it be that you actually like that type?"

Fugrim leaned on Kasgar's shoulder as if she had suffered a great blow: "Is it that my body is no longer able to satisfy you?"

"Of course! Look at yourself, you've looked exactly the same after ten thousand years. How could you possibly bring any novelty to Casca?"

As she spoke, she deliberately fiddled with her snake-like tail, striking a rather alluring pose.

"you!"

"You stoker! Get away from Casca!!!"

With another provocation from the left-hand Fugrim, the two Fugrim fighting on Kasgar clashed again.

"Ugh."

As soon as the power boots touched the ground, Casca felt the struggle between the two blades in his hands. He truly felt that he had made it in his life.

As he slowly walked down, he saw that the Astragalus troops stationed on the city walls seemed to breathe a sigh of relief because of Casgar's arrival.

Unfortunately, these ordinary people didn't understand the principle that the more troops that came, the bigger the trouble would get.

In his view, the invincible Ultramarines Second Company Commander Cato Sicarius was leading tens of thousands of powerful Space Marines to the planet Pamenio to provide support.

With their reinforcements, it's unlikely that even a large number of Chaos Demons and traitors could defeat the powerful and loyal Space Marines!

"Great Ultramarines! Please, save us from our suffering!"

"By the Emperor! He has sent us angels!"

"Thank you, Emperor. Thank you, Guilliman. Thank you, Ultramarines."

Amidst the enthusiastic and eager cheers of the crowd, numerous Space Marines entered the government hall in the center of town with a simple welcoming ceremony.

The attendees at the banquet, or rather the meeting, included not only the leaders of the various Ultramarines' sub-companies, but also generals from the Astral Army, grandmasters from the Titan Order, grandmasters from the Mechanicus Order, and various high-ranking officials from multiple Imperial Orders.

The content of the meeting is not difficult to understand: during previous intelligence gathering, it was discovered that the chief archmage of Nurgle, Kugarth, had apparently joined forces with Typhons, the legion commander of the Death Guard.

They are about to launch an attack on their governor's city from the battlefield of Pamenio, aiming to destroy all its defenses in one fell swoop.

"What was the situation like when we encountered them before?"

“That’s bad,” Sicarius said somewhat indignantly. “According to the intelligence I’ve received, that demon’s strength should not be underestimated.”

Kugas was already quite powerful, and on top of that, he also possessed the Chaos Artifact Nurgle's Cauldron, bestowed upon him by Nurgle.
Not to mention that there are many other Great Unclean demons in Nurgle's army who are just as troublesome and have extremely strong regenerative abilities as him.

Unless the emperor possesses him, this battle will be extremely difficult.

"Everyone, if you have any better solutions, please feel free to discuss them."

Everyone fell silent, except for Charlotte, the chapter leader of the Phoenix Sons, who raised her hand in response.

“Wait, Sicarius.”

Just as the second company commander was about to arrange the garrison area without any objections, Kasga raised an objection.

“Our soldiers are now facing horrors they can hardly imagine – more than battle plans, I think they need a belief that can inspire everyone.”

Not long ago, the forces of chaos and demons were nothing more than heretical legends that could not possibly exist in the real world, in the eyes of the citizens of the Empire.

"After logging into Pamelo, I heard some rumors."

She was a girl blessed by the Emperor—she could unleash golden spiritual energy to defeat her enemies.

According to Casca, even if the little girl is not the incarnation of the Emperor, the arrival of such a powerful and infectious miracle will greatly boost the morale of the defenders.

Although most Ultramarines and their sub-groups are absolute supporters of the Empire's truth.

(In their view, the disgusting Nurgle demons were merely warp creatures, not gods or demons.)
"There is indeed a record of purifying polluted water sources, but whether the rumor of defeating enemies is true has not yet been confirmed."

An imperial bureaucrat answered Casca's question.

“The Imperial priest Mathieu, who is stationed here, has made contact with the girl and ordered the nuns to protect her from the frenzied crowd.”

"Quick! Find that little girl."

"Whether the other party is real or fake, the people of the Empire today need a beacon that gives them hope!"

Casca's suggestion was immediately adopted by Sicarius.

The imperial army and ordinary people today do indeed need a leader of faith.

But their actions seemed to lag behind those of the spontaneous citizens of the Empire.

Tens of thousands of people flocked to the scene. The weary human beings once again gathered fearlessly under the open sky.

The nuns led the saint to the golden throne and then to the city wall. The inhabitants on the other side shouted, and she was surrounded by shimmering light. The enemy halted and fled in disarray.

As for the girl sitting on the throne, her long golden hair obscured her face, making it impossible for Casca to see her clearly, and even psychic abilities couldn't detect her condition.

But there was always a very familiar feeling about it.

It was as if she had met Casca before.

"Tell Priest Mathieu and his nuns that the Ultramarines are willing to cooperate with the Imperial Cult."

“Let’s take her back to the church. In this difficult time of crisis, we need a living saint to protect all the people of the empire who are in despair.”

As they spoke, seemingly meeting each other's gazes, just as Casca was negotiating with the priests and nuns of the Imperial Church, the girl on the throne spoke.

"I want to meet with him alone."

She said this to the accompanying priest beside her.

"You recognized me?"

After the parade ended, Mathieu arranged for the little girl, who was considered the incarnation of the emperor, to go with him into the secret chamber of the church.

“I do not know your name, Saintess.”

"But now you are truly the incarnation of an emperor? If so, what do you want to tell me?"

"Or is it that the mysterious power you're currently experiencing isn't controlling your actions?"

The girl spoke up.

She helplessly tossed her long hair to one side, revealing her pale blue eyes filled with resignation.

"--No."

"I am Guilliman."

(End of this chapter)