Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"It's almost over. We're just one spot away."

Magnus's smile never left his face.

The gloom that followed the mutation of flesh and blood has been swept away today.

"Friend, I really don't know how to thank you."

"Here's what we'll do, my friend. You can make any request, and I'll do my best to fulfill it."

"Is that so? Then Magnus."

Casca sighed.

"I hope you can temporarily slow down your research on the subspace, is that alright?"

"Research on slowing down subspace?"

"no no!"

Magnus anxiously refuted his proposal.

Anything else is fine.

But this is the only one that won't do!

“My friend, Casca, you see, it is because of the power of psychic energy that you have overcome a disease that was originally insurmountable.”

"How can we give up eating because of a minor setback, or stop moving forward because we are afraid of new things?"

Magnus's thoughts at this moment are very easy to understand.

His displeasure was practically written all over his face.

He had no chance of listening to what Casca said.

How come you speak like an emperor!

Even though he himself uses psionic energy so happily and effectively, he always reminds Magnus not to study psionic energy and not to do this or that!

Too much of a fatherly vibe!

"Ugh."

Kaska let out a deep sigh.

This guy is completely immersed in his own world.

Chapter 108 Prospero's Abstract Studio (Part 1)

"Haha, friend, I just lost my composure for a moment, please don't take it to heart."

Magnus, perhaps realizing that his words and actions had been somewhat too impulsive, apologized profusely.

It wouldn't be a good thing to suddenly humiliate the other side after they just saved so many flesh-and-blood mutants from the Thousand Sons Legion.

“You see, we are all creations of the Emperor, and when the Emperor created us, he had already set responsibilities for us.”

Magnus tried to continue persuading Casca.

"Just as Fugrim was a born artist, Phyllis was a born mechanical master, and Guilliman was a born military leader."

"And I am a born wizard. Born a psionicist, exploring the unknown frontiers of the warp and collecting forbidden knowledge scattered throughout the world is the mission and task given to me by the Emperor."

"It is my nature, my friend. If I were to truly, as you say, cease to gaze upon the wonders and mysteries of the Warp, what use would I be?"

"Wouldn't doing this be like forbidding fish from swimming and birds from flying?"

After a moment of silence, he laughed and defended himself.

“I understand your concerns, my friend.” Seeing Casca’s silence, he smiled and patted him on the shoulder as a sign of affection.

"You're afraid that our psionic research will eventually spiral out of control."

"They're afraid we've crossed a red line we shouldn't have, afraid we've unleashed Pandora's box of psychic energy."

"But isn't that what research is all about? Whether it's science or psionics, there are always certain risks involved in innovating and forging a new path."

"But what I fear more than this unknown risk is that we will lose the will to move forward."

"Becoming outdated and conservative."

"Therefore, we must be proactive."

"This is both the mission entrusted to us by the Emperor and the goal that I, Magnus, have pursued throughout my life."

"No matter the outcome, even if we fail and go down the wrong path, as long as we don't give up on innovation and progress, we will eventually achieve our goals."

Magnus's answer was brilliant and philosophical.

The moment he finished his speech, cheers and applause erupted from behind him from the other members who had accompanied and waited for Astartes the Thousand.

In fact, Kasgar's demands were more like an accusation against the Primarch's research into psionic activities.

Fortunately, he encountered a scholar-type Primarch like Magnus, who was unpretentious and kind enough to defend his behavior.

If you encounter a lion at its peak (meaning at its most temperamental)

His head had already flown off.

"However, Lord Magnus, we cannot know whether we are facing a treasure trove of endless minerals or a dark forest lurking with countless demons before we explore."

"And as far as I know, the existence in the warp may be far more terrifying and worse than you and I can imagine."

"I fear that you will fall into the abyss because of this."

Thank you for your concern, friend.

"But as I have said, we are not afraid of challenges, nor are we afraid of the deaths that come with them."

"To die in the pursuit of truth is my lifelong pursuit, and it is also the wish of every one of us, the Thousand Sons."

He closed his eyes, smiled, and bowed to Casca.

That doesn't make sense!

There's really nothing I can do!

This guy is really stubborn and will stick to one path no matter what!

A pure and innocent curious baby!

Kasgar suspected that if he really revealed Tzeentch's existence and plans to him now...

The first thing this guy would do would definitely be stick his head into the warp to see what Tzeentch looks like.

There is no hope, just wait for death.

He was completely immersed in his own world, lost in his imagined grand self-sacrifice and the dream of pursuing truth.

Kasga looked at the other person's self-satisfied expression, then turned his gaze to the somewhat helpless Ahriman beside him.

It's okay, my anger has subsided on its own.

They will get their just desserts when the time comes.

"Alright then, my friend. If you have any further requests, I, Magnus, am always ready to listen."

"But please forgive me for refusing to restrict research on warp energy. This is the ideal and belief that Qianzi and I have pursued throughout our lives, and I hope you can understand."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Magnus, Kasga sighed.

"In that case, I'll keep this favor for now and repay it when the opportunity arises later."

"Now, let's bring up the last person who needs treatment."

It was a girl who was in a coma.

Unlike the previous ones, who clearly didn't have a close relationship with humans, this girl looked no different from a normal person.

It was as peaceful as if someone were fast asleep.

"This is."

“My sister, Izara,” an Astartes from the Thousand Sons said somewhat reservedly as he pushed his way forward.

He was surrounded by important figures.

Chiko's Primarch is right beside her, and the only one capable of saving her sister is the Chief Lord Commander of the Third Legion and her Primarch's husband.

And he, Iskandar Kayan, was just an unknown little Space Marine.

Being able to stand alongside so many important figures was enough to make him feel both nervous and excited.

"She was attacked by Soul-Eating Bees not long ago, and her situation is now extremely critical."

"Even if it's not a mutation of flesh and blood, Lord Casca, I beg you to save her!"

After saying that, he knelt down on one knee sincerely.

“The Soul-Eating Bee is a pest that was once extremely rampant on our Prospero.”

Magnus explained things to Casca from the side.

"They will lay their eggs in the brains of humans, especially psykers. Once the larvae hatch, they will feed on them."

"Although I drove away all the remaining Spirit-Eating Bees in Prospero not long ago, it is strange that these bizarre psionic creatures seem to keep appearing."

Magnus had already led teams to exterminate the Soul-Eating Bees multiple times, so these damned psionic beasts should have been extinct on Prospero by now.

But for some reason, it seems that every now and then swarms of Soul-Eating Bees appear on the planet.

"Although I understand that this is not your responsibility, since it is a life on Prospero, I implore you to be merciful and save her from the sting of the Soul-Eating Bees."

"Consider it a personal request from me, Magnus."

Kaska: So, I'm now a [Broken King]?

"Get up, Kayan."

"I try my best."

As he spoke, golden-red holy fire reappeared in Casca's hand and climbed up to the head of Iliza, who was in a coma.

Seeing this, the Thousand-Child Space Marine slowly rose and retreated—

and many more.

Did Lord Casca call me by my name directly?

He suddenly froze on the spot.

But he never said his name was Kayan.

"No."

Just as he was wondering why the other party knew his name, bad news came from Casca.

"I can't save her."

"But, sir! You can even transform twisted flesh monsters back into human form, so why?"

"The reason why the Blood Curse can be restored is that although the bodies of those Thousand Sons have mutated, their souls remain intact."

If they could understand, Casca would like to cite the example of the Butcher's Nail.

Unfortunately, Angron has not yet returned.

The connection between her brain and the worm eggs is just like that between the nail and Angron's brain; they are so closely intertwined that she has almost become a part of the other's brain.

As a psionic creature, the Soul-Eating Bee's eggs not only parasitize the brain, but also the soul.

Even if Kasgar's psionic flames could be restored, there was nothing Kasgar could do about the fact that his soul had been fused with the eggs of the Soul-Eating Bees.

In this situation, you can still change your mind and become a ship girl.

If he were to burn a part of her soul away now, she would most likely live as a vegetable for the rest of her life.

"And the fact that your sister's soul has also been affected by the Soul-Eating Bees is something that my psionic flames can't solve."

"However, I can point you in a direction—"

"The mechanical priests are researching artificial souls, and perhaps they can preserve your sister's soul."

“Kayan, our guest has done his best; it’s not his fault.”

Magnus offered words of advice from the side.