Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

After a moment's thought, Casca decided to take the bet.

Although the swords were precious, especially since they were a gift from Fugrim.

But compared to burning half the galaxy, this is indeed a small price to pay.

You will fail.

"A complete failure."

Standing in the large dueling cage designed by the Primarch himself, the fully armed Casgar felt the pressure from his Primarch opponent.

Unlike the Primarch who would show him endless mercy, like Vorgrim once did.

Like a ferocious female leopard that would choose its prey, Phyllis's towering shadow completely covered Casca.

"Are you ready, little one?"

Seeing the opponent's fighting posture, even though Kasgar knew that the opponent was just training, he was still a little scared.

Who knows if this demon will suddenly possess Senior Phyllis like it did on the Istvan 5?

Then give him a [Lion Flying Head Punch]?

"Go for it, Casca! Don't embarrass the sons of the Emperor."

Aqua, who was sitting to the side, shouted with a smile.

A very familiar scene.

However, this time, it was Aqua who was watching the show, not Kaska.

The poles are reversed.

"let's start."

As she spoke, Phyllis lowered her center of gravity and rushed towards her opponent at an extremely fast speed.

She does not equip herself with weapons in duels.

Or rather, her hands, covered in silver liquid metal, were her best weapon.

No matter the level of attack, it could not penetrate her incredibly resilient hands.

Faced with this fierce attack, Kasgar chose to dodge to the side.

Today, he has chosen a superb power sword crafted by Fugrim.

The reason for not choosing his most commonly used sneaky shield poke is quite simple.

A boarding shield can stop bullets, but it can't stop a human cannonball like Philus.

If he were to actually get hit by that, even if he were holding a large shield, he would be sent flying.

Fly!

But he talks as if he could beat Philus without a shield.

Even though Kasga tried his best to dodge, Philus's iron hand still almost grazed past him.

A series of counter-attacks met Casca's forward slash.

Immediately afterwards, Casca took to the air.

"Casca, where is your proud flame?"

Phyllis asked, somewhat puzzled.

It was clearly stated that only the Primarch could test the strength of this flame, so why has Kasgar been relying on his physical strength to withstand it all this time?

Do not understand.

But if that's all there is to it, then she'll gladly accept the [Severance] from Kaska's hands.

With that thought, she clenched her fists again and charged toward Casca once more.

This time, however, Casgar not only did not dodge at all, but he even blocked the sword that was held in front of him.

It was as if he wanted to take the punch head-on with his own body.

"What are you—!"

At the last moment, Philus chose to hold back.

Even if she has a slightly explosive temper, she wouldn't go so far as to deliver a flying punch to a subordinate who has just made a great contribution, like the Lion King.

It's now!

The moment Philus withdrew her strength, the golden-red flames on Casca's right arm ignited instantly.

Then, risking a heavy punch to the chest, Casca's right hand climbed up her silver arm.

In an instant, flames burst forth.

Casca is searching.

He firmly believed that Phyllis would never say anything that would encourage the Iron Hand to undergo mechanization and become increasingly inhuman.

They must have been bewitched by some unknown creatures!

The instant the flames scorched Philus, Kasgar began scanning her soul.

Weird!

right here!

After realizing that something was amiss, Casgar's flames tried to identify the other party.

It really was you!

In that instant, the vision from the highest heavens allowed him to see the other party's identity clearly.

King of Sapphires!

A demon from Slaanesh!

Born in the past, but through the hatred of its own flesh and blood emanating from the steel hand of death in the future, it attached itself to that wrecked spaceship.

Ultimately, after Philus boarded the warship, she secretly infiltrated the Primarch's consciousness.

Subtly guide the Primarch to accept the future of full mechanization under the Steel Hand!

Thus, a closed loop of cause and effect and destiny is formed.

"Damn it, you guys are everywhere."

Kasgar could sense that, when faced with his flames, this demon, skilled at bewitching people, had nowhere to hide!

fire!

Burn it!

Flames engulfed the damned demon.

Even without a sound, Casca could still seem to hear the other's screams.

continue!

Increase the firepower!

As Casca's will was conveyed, the flames from his right hand intensified.

I want to see this damned demon completely wiped out of the world!

Soon!

Soon!

Kasgar could feel that his opponent was becoming weaker and weaker under the scorching heat of his flames. Soon, he would be done!

Even though her chest was throbbing with pain from Philus's attack, just a little longer—

"Is this all the strength you have?"

"It's ridiculous."

boom.

With a tremendous tremor, Kasgar was impatiently blasted away by the Primarch.

He and his prized flame were extinguished so easily by Phyllis's punch.

He didn't burn to death.

Feeling pain all over his body, Kasga was somewhat helpless.

All I can say is that the plan was far too hasty.

Even burning that unknown demon in Byzantium took him so long.

It would be far too difficult to burn a named and powerful demon to death in such a short time.

It's possible if Asuyan really comes in person.

But Kasgar is ultimately just a new body reborn from the ashes of the Phoenix King.

Fire is merely a special ability used to fight demons.

However, this does not mean that it is a panacea.

If only it were that easy to burn a great demon to death.

Casca thought to himself.

But the reality is that even Guilliman, wielding the Emperor's Sword, would have to fight Mortalian for a while if he really encountered him. Not only could he not burn Mortalian to death, but he couldn't even win a fight against him.

"Now, this is really a difficult situation."

The ending of Chapter 100 is already set.

Iron Fist.

Iron Hand's medical pods remain exactly as they were.

However, with Phyllis lifting the restrictions on physical mechanization, many Iron Hand Legion warriors were overjoyed and eagerly requested the apothecaries to replace parts of their bodies with metal limbs.

Compared to the medical cabins that were already quite mechanically modified in the past, the smell of engine oil here seems even stronger than before.

The once-empty hospital beds are now filled with eager Iron Hand warriors.

If it weren't for the fact that the number of pharmacists was slightly insufficient compared to the massive demand for mechanized modifications, the entire Iron Hand Legion would probably have literally become the Iron Hand in just a few days.

The first thing to do is the same as the Steel Hand Primarch, change their hands to steel!

The Legion's name is Iron Hand, and the Primarch is also Iron Hand.

When it came to the Astartes of the Iron Tenth Legion, it became a fleshy hand. How could that be acceptable?

Regardless of which Legion, Space Marines will subconsciously emulate the Primarch.

Just like how the Warhounds were all nailed after Angron's return, the Legion collectively loved speeding after the Khan arrived, and the Angels directly turned the Ninth Legion from demons into humans.

The Iron Hands all wished they could have an indestructible pair of iron hands like Phyllis.

As for Ultra Warriors...

Elijah Nacesta, the world's only known human-spirit hybrid and the Ultramarines' chief think tank astro-speaker: "?"

"What is the meaning of mentioning me?"

"Would Guilliman be allied with the Eldar—?"

Casca woke up.

The sizzling sound of metal welding still echoed in his ears.

The familiar white rooftops and the bustling servants reminded him of his place in the world.

"woke up?"

Accompanying the pleasant questioning sound was the scratching sound of charcoal on parchment.

It's very light, and I lack confidence.

Aqua Duna.

"I lost?"