Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 98 The King of Sapphires (Part 2)
Weeks ago, when Expeditionary Fleet 52 was still sailing through the stars.

"Lady Philus, the ground forces of Expeditionary Fleet 413 are dying every moment. We need your help! As soon as possible!"

“We understand your urgency, wizard.”

"But before we met you, we encountered a special guest during our subspace journey."

"It was one of the Terminator bodyguards standing next to Iron Hand," said one of them.

"A ship from the Hand of Steel. I personally oversee the construction of all the warships, but this one... I have never seen before."

"Could I have misread it?"

"That's not possible, but I believe I can still recognize the Iron Hand insignia on that ship."

The concept of time is not continuous in the subspace, but whether it is the past, present, or future, Philus will not stand idly by and watch her offspring perish.

"Enough talk. Get ready to board the gunship. Santo, Moen, Zance, you're with me."

Sitting on the enormous steel throne, Phyllis said impatiently.

"Wizard, you can come along if you wish."

The massive, rusty iron gate was pushed open by the immense force of Astartes.

Countless millennia later, the light from the flashlight shone into the dim room once again.

The ship is very well sealed, and even after losing the protection of the external force field, the internal facilities remain as clean and tidy as ever.

Various maintenance tools are still hanging on the steel hatch, and the precautions written in Gothic are still visible.

All kinds of weapons and equipment lay quietly in the cabinet.

Everything was intact, as if their owner had just left.

Several Legion warriors and Amar from the Thousand Sons Think Tank walked together to the final location of the derelict spaceship—the front hall of the main bridge.

In front of the bridge gate stands a withered identification machine.

It's not necessary to do that.

Phyllis thought to herself.

Like offering steel on an altar, the ship's control system is exaggerated and bizarre, like the product of some kind of mad mechanical worship, rather than driven by reason.

No one is operating the machine.

It is the machines that are manipulating people.

“Father Zantien, please help us resolve this matter.”

"Yes, my lord."

From beneath his bright red mechanical robes, a cluster of mechanical synapses emerged.

The mechanical gate was opened smoothly, revealing the main bridge to be completely empty, except for more mechanical symbols and language; there was nothing there.

"it's here."

Following the direction Philus pointed, an Astartes corpse lay in front of the control center on the bridge.

He was indeed a man of steel, and the emblem on his shoulder represented his clan.

But he seemed to have died a very gruesome death—all the "flesh and blood" or rather the machinery on his body had been sharply cut open and then reassembled.

A murder method full of morbid humor.

Although he still retained his human form, little flesh remained. Countless layers of steel modifications covered his entire body, which was also engraved with unknown symbols and totems.

"That's too extreme."

Phyllis was silent for a while before speaking.

If this is the future, then the Steel Hand will undoubtedly face an ugly and unbearable future.

"!"

A sudden sensation made her turn around to look at the legion warriors behind her.

It was an extremely bizarre-looking alien.

It leaped onto Gabriel Santo's shoulder from who knows where and began to frantically tear at his intact right arm.

The body is neither real nor illusory, as if it is undergoing endless transformations in a bizarre way.

Yet it still allows people to appreciate the beauty of its form.

What a strange thing.

"Fire!"

Almost the instant she gave the order, several Iron Hands swiftly raised their bomb guns and fired at the damned alien.
At such close range, even a slight miscalculation of the bullet's trajectory could easily result in Santo being accidentally injured.

But the mechanical brains of the Steel Hands will not err.

All the bullets flew towards the vital parts of the strange, alien creature.

As if the creature did not exist in the world, the alien monster's form blurred and allowed the whistling bullets to pass through it.

With a playful laugh, the spikes in the creature's "hand" pierced through Santo's powered armor as if they were nothing, easily tearing his right arm off.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

Phyllis shouted.

As a pioneer of the Great Expedition who had fought against countless aliens, he had seen many kinds of aliens.

But there has never been a creature in the world that could be pierced directly through a bullet.

This is not scientific at all.

After seeing Philus and letting out a terrifying laugh, the creature instantly vanished into the space behind it, disappearing without a trace.

It was as if it were part of this subspace.

Moreover, many more similar creations emerged from all directions of the spaceship.

But she is not alarmed by this.

Seeing that the bullets were ineffective, she immediately switched to a short knife and dismembered the monster at an extremely fast speed.

They cannot be hit by bullets, but can be destroyed in close combat.

Strange stuff.

"Prepare to evacuate."

"My psychic powers can affect them!"

As he spoke, the Thousand-Child Wizard Amal deployed a force field shield to protect everyone from the sneak attacks of those monstrous aliens.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he shattered a shrieking monster into ashes.

In the end, they returned to the flagship Steel Fist without any major incident.

The severely injured Santo was taken to the pharmacist and fitted with a new mechanical bionic arm. Everyone else was unharmed.

"Sir, what should we do with this wrecked ship?"

Father Zantien cautiously stepped forward and suggested, "Perhaps they can bring us advanced knowledge from two, three, or even more years into the future!"

(It's actually not advanced)
"No, Father."

"Their presence tarnishes the Legion's honor."

"As long as I am alive, this tragedy will not happen."

"Destroy it."

Phyllis frowned, recalling the corpse of the Iron Hand she had seen earlier.

This is the legion after losing you.

You must be strong; you must lead them.

A legion that is constantly splitting and breaking apart, a clan that is shattered, and a twisted desire.

They need you to come back, take charge, and get them back on track.

"The Iron Hand will not fail."

The Iron Hand Never Fails

"For my children"

"I must do so."

What a story of a grand flag hanging high in the sky.

After listening to Amar's words, Kasga couldn't help but sigh.

This is a real problem. A demon from the future has affected the present.

The ability to exert such a profound influence on the Primarch fueled its hatred of flesh and blood, fueling its quest for greater power.
Besides the King of Sapphires, Casca couldn't think of anyone else.

But the King of Sapphires was born from the death of the Iron Hand, so how could he have traveled through time and space to affect him in the past?

Actually, it really is possible.

Just as Loken would encounter Samus in the divine city of Terra, demons, once born, will exist in all timelines and exert influence.

Samus also comes from the death of Shadowmoon Wolf Loken; demons will never tell you about grandfather paradoxes.

And once the [King of Sapphire] is born on all timelines...
This means that Phyllis's dark and desperate fate is already sealed; she will be sacrificed as a death offering, a victim at the gambling table of the dark gods.

Is all of this really something that Kasga can change?
However, we can't be so absolute.

Who knows if the other person is really them?

It's not impossible that it might just be a nameless, insignificant Slaanesh demon that somehow managed to parasitize Philus, who has limited knowledge of the warp.

Fugen's stabbing sword was a case in point.

Who knows if it's the "King of Sapphires"?

If it's not true, then his current state of fear is ridiculous.

Casca still harbored a sliver of hope regarding this.

"Casgar?"

Seeing that the other person was lost in thought for a long time, Amal reminded him somewhat awkwardly.

"Did this remind you of anything? Also, you mentioned that Lady Phyllis encountered something strange; could it be related to this abandoned spaceship?"

That's very relevant.

Casca was somewhat undecided.

On the one hand, due to the promotion of Imperial Truth during the Great Crusade, the only ones who truly possessed knowledge and abilities about the other's warp creatures were Amar, the Thousand Sons' think tank.

But on the other hand, that's a thousand children!

If Kasgar dared to tell them about the existence of the Chaos Gods, he had no doubt that Magnus would lead his offspring to explore the Eye of Terror in the next second.

These bastards are really asking for trouble!

Okay, I'll just reveal a tiny bit.

“Then I’ll just get straight to the point—as members of the Thousand Sons Legion, you must have encountered and come into contact with some intelligent beings from the warp, right?”

Have you ever encountered this before?

Casgar: "."

The air is thick with the smell of lies.

"Uh, I have indeed encountered it, but I must state: the Thousand Sons Legion's contact with it was absolutely within a reasonable range and in accordance with the principles of the Empire—"

"Enough! Just tell me if you've encountered it or not!"

"I've encountered it."

"Okay, let's continue."

"You mean to say that the Primarch of the Steel Hand is very likely entangled by beings from the Warp, and that this is constantly affecting his mind?"

"Yes."

With Kasgar's careful explanation, Chiko finally understood that warp creatures could affect humans.

This is very rare.

"But the warp creatures we encountered were all very friendly—"

"Ok?"

Never mind what I said.

"Friendly? Hmph, next time you Thousand Sons enter the warp, you should turn off the Geller Field and then experience the 'friendliness' of warp creatures!"

"Casca said irritably."

It's one thing for Old Man Huang to have been fooled by ghosts when he was young, but where do you guys with your Geller force fields get the confidence to say that the warp is friendly, huh?
Isn't this a bit too ridiculous?

If you love playing Pokémon so much, why don't you turn off the field and play with them to your heart's content?
say!

Are you still playing Pokémon?!
".Don't dare."

A man who eats someone's food should be grateful; a man who receives someone's gifts should be grateful.

Amal, who desperately needed Kasgar to lift the Legion's Blood Curse, dared not refute Kasgar's words.

"Forget it. Remember, be more wary of these things in the future, and don't believe everything you hear, understand?!"

".clear."

"Commander Casgar, would you be willing to accept our Father of Genetics' invitation to Prospero—"

"What kind of situation is this? The Primarchs are already affected by the Warp, and you're still talking about this!"

Casca was getting a little impatient.

Chiko might think that even if the Primarch changes his mind, it won't cause much of a problem thanks to his excellent judgment.

Only Casca knew that this was a matter of life and death that could burn the galaxy!
"Alright then, Amal."

"Help me deal with the interference from warp creatures with Phyllos. If it goes well, I'll go to Prospero to check on your Primarch."

"Really!? Then how can we help Philus deal with the threat from warp creatures?"

"It's easy."

As he spoke, Casca raised his right hand, which was on fire.

"Just burn it with fire."

The Primarch of Steel Hand walked on the bridge.

After their long-planned assassination attempt failed, the people of Gadinar were plunged into a state of absolute panic.

Arrogant and conceited, they could never have imagined that a human could catch a high-energy particle cannon with his bare hands and emerge unscathed.

A beam of light that could easily slice through even the toughest terracotta armor couldn't cut through human flesh?

Is this Phyllis Marus even human?!
They were unaware of the Primarch's combat capabilities.

Death will be the price they pay for their arrogance.

After carrying out the assassination, they pleaded and tried to express their willingness to surrender to Philus through the previously agreed broadcast network.

But it seems that Philus, who is not in a good mood at the moment, is not going to give these fools another chance to provoke her.

Direct bombing.

They had previously occupied some cities on the main planet of Gadinar as fortresses and destroyed the planet's surface defense system.

The Gadinars' shields could no longer protect the entire planet.

Under the intense and relentless orbital bombardment of the 52nd Expeditionary Fleet, most of the defensive facilities on the planet Gardinar were completely destroyed.

However, Phyllis still most likely preserved those industrial facilities from the dark age of technology.

Today, apart from a few small fortresses still standing guard over the cities, almost the entire planet of Gadinal is under the control of the Steel Hand.

Now, all that's left is to target those foolish core members and give them a complete and utter annihilation.

This will serve as a complete demonstration for all those in the world who dare to challenge the authority of the Iron Hand.

Let all the aliens and pocket empires in the entire galaxy remember this lesson forever.

"Lady Philus!"

Upon seeing the Primarch appear, Kasgar, who had been hiding in the corner for a long time, quickly stepped forward.

The final battle for Gadinar is about to begin, and if you want to exorcise demons, now is the best opportunity!

Once the Battle of Gaddinar is over, if Fugrim still expresses a desire to remain on the Iron Hand...
Kasga shuddered at the thought of the expression the other person would make.

too frightening.

Honestly, Kasgar felt that even without the stabbing sword, Fugrim would have chopped off his head.

Cut it down hard.

"I request to challenge you!"

"In the duel cage where you defeated our Emperor's Son, the Second Company Commander!"

(End of this chapter)