Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 88 The Prophecy of the Spirit Race

Chapter 88 The Prophecy of the Spirit Race
"Wait! Irelia, I do not accept your heretical doctrines!"

Among the tribe warriors, one Eldar stood up to oppose Yrel's statement.

Judging from their attire, they seem to hold a fairly high position within this Elven race team.

She strongly opposed Irelia's theory that Asuyan was a human reincarnation.

How could Asuyan be human!
This is an extremely blasphemous idea!
The Eldar are, after all, an extremely proud race.

Like a theologian hearing about Darwin's theory of evolution for the first time, she couldn't accept that her most revered god had suddenly turned into a monkey.

"In that case, every member of the Spirit Clan has their own path to follow, and I will not force you to follow."

"But as the Sharandu sisters just said, this human flame can break the shackles of the thirsty lady and allow our souls to return to the highest heavens."

"Our Ark has its own Soulstones and Infinite Circuits; we don't need the magic of the Mon-keigh!"

"But the Soul Stone cannot protect us forever; it's only a temporary escape route. To get rid of the Thirsty Lady, we..."

Kasgar sat quietly to the side, watching the Eldar's internal disputes.

Well, they've started arguing again.

I can't understand Eldar language anymore.

Aside from the Mon-keigh that suddenly popped out of his mouth.

It's probably just an old problem that's recurring.

Indeed, this is the true, arrogant face of the Eldar.

The way Iriel acted just now was so normal that it felt a little strange to him.

"enough!"

“Since you are so determined, Princess Ireil, let us each go our own way.”

"Keep your pathetic ravings to yourself, exile!"

"Howling banshees, let's go!"

After a brief exchange, a small group of tribe warriors departed aboard one of the Eldar warships.

Many more Eldar, including a large number of crew members and Dreamers capable of warp navigation, and even several Bonecallers, joined Yrel's ranks after hearing that the flames in Kasgar's hands could burn through the shackles of the Thirsty Lady.

"Wait a minute, how come you Spirit Race people are starting to treat this place like your own home?"

"I haven't agreed yet!"

Kasgar watched helplessly as Yrel commanded the pointed-eared creatures to leap from the Eldar's unique sailing warships into the Imperial Pride.

"Don't look at me. The commander of the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets is the Primarch of the Third Legion, Vograim, not me."

"I highly doubt that she would allow people of your kind to join our Great Expedition."

"That would be difficult."

Irelia smiled as she approached Casca.

She gently knelt down in front of Casca, grasped his cracked right hand, and placed it on her snow-white chest.

Then she gradually closed her eyes.

"If possible, please remove the filth from the Lady of Thirst from my body before I am driven out."

"Spirit Race, with that posture, if I exert any force, you'll die."

“I understand, but God would not harm His most devout believers.”

Hard to say.

Sigh, you can't hit someone who's smiling.

With a gentle push of his hand, Kaska sent a burst of golden-red flames enveloping Iriel's entire body for the first time.

Even her soul, protected by this flame, successfully escaped from Slaanesh's web of lust.

Just like the [Death Army] force ten thousand years later, the souls of the Spirit Race were connected in a small soul circuit at this moment.

With his hand pressed against Irelia's chest, Casca reflected on the gains of these past few days.

Now, not only have they recaptured Byzantium, but they have also recruited a large number of highly skilled Eldar mercenaries in the fight against the Orcs.

Yrel is not only excellent in close combat, but her naval combat skills are also considered genius among Eldar.

With the Eldar warships she possesses as escorts, as long as she explains her strengths to the preacher, the other party will most likely grant permission for the Third Legion to recruit Eldar mercenaries.

It's all for the Great Expedition!
And it seems that everything is moving in a positive direction—

"Casca! Did you miss me? I'm back!"

Fugrim pushed open the cockpit door with a look of delight.

He was still carrying the head of a freshly slaughtered orc Warboss.

"Look what souvenirs I brought you—"

She stopped halfway through her sentence.

In particular, he saw Casca's hand resting on the chest of the pointed-eared alien.

There was even a large group of aliens and sons of the emperor standing around, eagerly waiting.

"Cas-Ga!"

"Wait, this is really a misunderstanding! I can explain!"

"Two Terrans!! While I was out fighting orcs and taking down two Terrans, you managed to hook up with other women?!"

wrong.

This one isn't even human; it's a pointed-eared alien!

"I am innocent! It was she who insisted that I am God!"

Fugrim: ".?"

"So that's why they want to stay in our Twenty-Eighth Expeditionary Fleet?"

After hearing the whole story, Fugrim gave Yrel a cold look.

"I disagree."

"First of all, Casca is my husband, and also a noble human being."

"No matter how outrageous or how closely your mythology fits him, there are no gods in this world."

“A young god from the subspace says there are no gods in the world. Interesting.”

"This is enough to show your lack of knowledge about the Highest Heaven."

Yrel showed no fear in the face of Forgrim's threat.

"God has already shown His potential, and all you are doing is suppressing His awakening."

"Oh? Then tell me, what would constitute 'not curbing'?"

"The path of God... I do not know where it will ultimately lead."

"But what I do know is that He will one day come to understand the truth."

"Forget it, there's no point in trying to reason with you aliens."

A pathetic bunch of creatures who haven't even grasped the truth of the Empire.

"What do you say, Ms. Parker, the preacher?"

Fugrim turned to the chief evangelist in the cockpit.

My advice is to accept it.

"But now our flagship is severely damaged and heavily contaminated with orc spores."

“We need the help of these Eldar mercenaries, and cooperating with the Xenomorphs can be done temporarily as a matter of urgency.”

As the chief preacher, Ms. Parker reported directly to the Imperial Chancellor, Macado.

Her words, to some extent, represent the decision of the Terra War Council.

In fact, Fugrim was not a fanatical human supremacist.

As a diplomat among the Primarchs, she could be considered one of the most tolerant of the other Xenomorphs.

But no matter how tolerant you are, you can't be tolerant of guys who are after her husband!

"If you're still worried, please allow me to introduce some advanced tools from our Eldar race—"

"Spirit Bone Nanorobots".

Are you suffering from orcish raids just like us?
As the saying goes, when you see one orc on a planet, it means there are thousands of orcs behind him.

Their spores are spread in the air, making them extremely difficult to eradicate.

But as long as we use the Spirit Bone Nanobots of our great Eldar, we can destroy those damned Orc spores at the molecular level!

perfectly worked.

Kasgar led several Eldar operators to the middle deck to clear out the remaining Orcs and spores.

Fugrim originally intended to refuse the other party.

But there was nothing she could do; Yrel had given her just too much.

The powerful Dreamers put the Empire's navigators to shame, and the crew of the Voidship Path, with their countless years of experience, were able to keep the [Imperial Pride] running even with a shortage of manpower.

Compared to the ancient technologies of the Eldar, the human race's void navigation is still far too rudimentary.

Especially these bone nanorobots capable of clearing orc spores
Without their assistance, it would be a very long time before the Imperial Pride and the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets could recover.

In the end, Fugrim chose to give in to those sharp-eared men who had their eyes on her husband.

She really sacrificed a lot for the Great Expedition.

"Waaaaagh!"

Even though Warboss had been beheaded and the orc warships had been turned into space debris, the orcs' warships were now just space junk.

However, after round after round of elimination matches, the orcs who boarded the ship gradually selected a new leader.

Of course, its strength is incomparable to the Warboss we encountered before.

With a single, effortless swing of his sword, Kasgar severed the screaming orc charging at them in two.

"You guys clean up here first, I'll go check out that room up ahead," Casca instructed the cleaners behind him.

Now, Casca's small team is relying on him alone, relentlessly pushing forward and cleaning each cabin of the ship.

The new cabin was pitch black.

It seems the power supply system here was destroyed in the previous battle.

normal circumstances.

Kasgar held his sword high in front of his chest, constantly alert to his surroundings.

There might be a special forces kid hiding here, just waiting to ambush him.

"wrong."

Kasgar sensed a faint sound coming from the darkness.

That's not an orc.

"Who is there!?"

He stood there and shouted, but the only response he received was the sudden slamming of the hatch behind him.

锔.

Kasgar pressed the disintegration field on his sword.

The fact that they were able to isolate him without him even noticing suggests that the other party is no ordinary individual.

But who is he?
How did they manage to sneak in so quietly?
light is on.

Inside the empty spare cabin, a hooded, pointed-eared creature appeared before Casca.

The Spirit Race.

The other person was wearing a dark blue hood, and their face was covered by an oval glass crystal, making it impossible to see their features.

He held a staff with black and white stripes, and several slender Elven masks were tied around his waist.

"The Curtain Walker".

It seemed to be a woman's voice as she introduced herself.

"A clown, is that it?"

"Casca asked."

The other party nodded slightly.

The Clown Troupe, another major riddle-solving force within the Eldar.

His ability is telling riddles, his hobby is telling riddles, and his way of making an appearance is telling riddles.

There wasn't a single day without telling riddles.

But none of this mattered to Casgar.

He had read the script, so he knew exactly what was going to happen next.

"What do you want from me?"

“To show the way for the young god.”

"Point out the way forward? Ha, Eldar prophets, if you had already seen the way forward, why have you still ended up in this predicament?"

"Tragedies repeat themselves endlessly. Those who come after us will view the present as we view the past."

"Alright. So, Prophet, what revelation have you brought me?"

Click.

The response from Casca was not a gesture, but a brief sound of a power switch being turned off.

"What kind of trick is this? The Veilwalker?"

In the pitch-black darkness, Casca focused his mind on sensing the people and objects around him.

Like shouts and gunfire coming from afar, it gradually pulled him into a brand new world.

Amidst the ruins, countless Space Marines are locked in fierce combat, their swords clashing against each other.

Former comrades-in-arms have become enemies, and former ideals have vanished.

Endless missiles and artillery fire fell like shooting stars across the sky, raining down on the area surrounding Casca.

"Keep holding on!"

Kasgar heard the familiar shouts of the Emperor's sons all around him.

Whether it was Ador, Lucius, or Taviz, they all stood on the same side as Casgar, relying on their once-solid fortifications to struggle against the enemy's oversaturation attacks.

"Damn it! Why did they betray us!"

Behind them, the last group of Shadowmoon Wolves cried out in despair amidst the endless barrage of artillery fire.

With such overwhelming firepower, defeat was inevitable.

And the true master of the artillery fire that could blast them all into ruins gradually emerged from the earthen mound built from the ruins not far away, amidst the surging dust and smoke.

Their figures were revealed.

"It's you."

Steel Hand, Philus.

boom!
At that very moment, the enemy's cannons behind their backpacks fired at Casca.

Everything returned to nothingness.

"Three and ten are reflections of each other, and self-loathing and narcissism are intertwined."

"If one sinks, the other will float."

"Don't interfere."

"Do not take any action."

"The Horus Rebellion was the best possible outcome."

The lights in the empty room came back on, and the Eldar who called himself the Veilwalker had vanished from the spot.

Only these few words continued to echo in mid-air.

"call."

The hatch behind Casca opened, and it seemed that someone was waiting anxiously outside.

"Commander Casca! Are you in any trouble?"

"No. Is there something you need?"

"Yes, we received a communication from the Star Speakers of the Steel Hand Fleet."

"The Primarch of the Tenth Legion, Lady Philus Marus, is preparing to intervene in the war in the Gadinal system and has come to inform Chief Commander Kasgar to participate."

"Alright, I'll set off as soon as I've finished dealing with the matter of the Emperor's Pride."

"I'm so tired."

After a busy day, Master Ka finally managed to remove all the Eldar souls on the spaceship from Slaanesh's perception.

After some coordination, these Eldar pirates were thus placed into the Twenty-Eighth Expeditionary Fleet.

Although he doesn't have the ability to directly reconnect Eldar souls to the matrix like the Grim Reaper, under Kasgar's construction, their soul perception has been linked to a small [local area network].

Even after death, they will not be taken away by Slaanesh, but will wait to be reborn in this local area network.

For the Eldar, this was enough to make them never call humans "Mon-keigh" for thirteen lifetimes.

"Finally, I can take a break."

Soon I will also be participating in the Battle of Gardiner, the Steel Hand, so I really have no free time at all.

Kasgar recalled the prophecies of the Eldar prophets.

It wasn't the Veilwalker we just encountered.

They were the very first group of Ark Eldar.

[The avatar of Asuyan will be attacked here by the Lady of Thirst.]

If left unchecked, the consequences will be severe.

What kind of garbage prophecy is this?

How could he possibly be—

Just then, Fugrim approached him with a vengeful smile.