Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

If you rush directly into the sandstorm, you will only face certain death.

Undoubtedly, he had no choice but to turn back.

Backtrack.

"Children, close your eyes again."

As the approaching motorcycle unit drew nearer, Casgar holstered his incendiary pistol and drew his sword back from its sheath.

The situation is not optimistic.

Ammunition must be used sparingly.

The sandstorm in the distance seemed to be intensifying, and the pursuers from behind the Surfa were gradually closing in.

He must fight quickly!

He stepped on the gas, and amidst the children's exclamations, he sped toward the Surfa people's encirclement.

"By the protection of our Lord, the dream will soon come true."

"We are both His chosen and His forsaken. If He sees us, He will surely rejoice; but if He forsakes us, even honey will not bring us any pleasure. His transfigurations are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, dew, and lightning; thus should we perceive them—"

The prophet began to mutter again.

"what!!!"

Suddenly, she let out a violent scream. Countless frosts condensed, and countless waves of energy beyond reality accompanied and tore at her body.

"prophet.?"

Seeing this, everyone froze on the spot, not knowing what to do.

"By the protection of my Lord, the dream will eventually be realized. By the protection of my Lord, the dream will eventually be realized. By the protection of my Lord, the dream will eventually be realized."

Layer upon layer of sounds, endless dreams and nothingness, echoed in their ears.

"Prophet, stop reading! You're driving our people crazy!"

The leader covered his ears and roared.

What he didn't know was that their prophets, shamans, and divine messengers...

He has never uttered a word.

Casca had a bad feeling.

After successfully killing a Sulfah motorcycle that approached him with his sword, he pulled out his Explosive Pistol again.

He pointed to the largest, most green-looking, and most scrap-like armored vehicle chasing behind him.

Capture the thief first and capture the king!

If we kill the leader of the Surfa people here, these scavengers will scatter like birds and beasts!

With that thought in mind, he aimed his gun at the rapidly spinning tires of the armored vehicle.

hum!

bingo!

Kaska secretly cheered.

During his years of training under Fugrim, he never neglected his shooting skills, in addition to swordsmanship.

Even while traveling at high speed, Casgar remains confident that it can hit its target.

His confidence was not without reason.

The explosive ray was indeed aimed at the vulnerable tires of the armored vehicle.

Just as it was about to hit, a transparent light curtain suddenly appeared in front of the vehicle, completely dissolving the beam of light.

damn it!

These scavengers even have a wizard among them!

Wizards, also known as psionicists.

Such individuals possess an innate talent for warp magic, capable of creating force field shields, unleashing lightning or fire, manipulating objects, and controlling minds using warp energy. Powerful psykers can even destroy an entire star.

They are an extremely difficult opponent.

Let's go first and talk later!

Seeing that his attack had failed to achieve the desired effect, Casgar quickly changed direction to prepare for a flanking maneuver and another attack.

But just as he was about to step on the gas, the motorcycle suddenly slowed down.

It was as if they were being nailed firmly to the ground by an invisible pressure!

"Damn it, move—ah!"

Casca slammed on the gas pedal, but the motorcycle, which was originally going at lightning speed, could now only crawl at an extremely slow speed!

The wizard's psionic gravity field pressed him and his motorcycle heavily to the ground!

Kasgar, who possessed no psychic talent whatsoever, was utterly powerless against such powerful warp magic.

With such a great opportunity right in front of them, the other side naturally wouldn't give up the pursuit.

The prophet, with a bizarre, puppet-like movement, poked his head out of the sunroof of the armored vehicle and muttered to himself.

A moment later, a bolt of lightning filled with blasphemous energy, radiating an extremely eerie colorful glow, hurtled toward him, who had been slowed down!

broken.

Faced with the rapidly approaching psionic lightning, Kasgar had no way to dodge and could only instinctively cry out in alarm.

Just as he was about to fall into despair, an extremely tiny, almost invisible golden-red spark began to burn between his eyebrows without his own notice.

Chapter 16 The Poison of Hope (Part 1)

He was struck by psionic lightning.

Kasgar was unable to dodge or defend against it.

The beam of light slammed squarely into his chest.

More precisely, it hit the Corleone he was wearing on his chest.

But at that moment, whether it was because the psionicist was unable to withstand the pressure or some mysterious subspace factor, the heavy weight on Casca was instantly released, and the motorcycle sped away at lightning speed.

"Prophet, has your witchcraft gone to waste?!"

Inside the armored vehicle, the leader of the Surfa people roared loudly.

"I lost so many brothers because of your prophecy, and you don't even—"

The leader's cursing gradually subsided.

The prophet is moving his limbs in a strange manner.

It's like dancing, but there's never been such a dance technique in the world.

In an instant, laughter and whispers, as if coming from afar or like words in one's ear, tickled the heart of the person.

".prophet?"

He sensed something was wrong, but it was too late.

Her body rapidly changed and expanded like an inflating balloon, and her limbs became firm, healthy, and full of vitality again.

Two new arms grew from under the ribs and merged with the dance of the hands. The movements instantly transformed from the original strange and obscure to a smooth and gorgeous dance.

nice.

So beautiful.

The leader exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

Just as he was about to see the other party's movements clearly, several, perhaps dozens, of gusts of wind arrived in an instant.

As if struck by an invisible blade, crimson blood instantly covered him, the prophet, and the entire cabin of the vehicle.

Elegant and beautiful.

Any swordsman would be captivated by this endlessly magnificent sword dance.

So does he.

"Cough cough."

Life was slipping away from him at an alarming rate.

He is going to die.

He felt a sense of joy.

The sandstorm outside was getting worse.

"Here again."

Looking at the metal walls around him, covered in mottled rust, Casca sighed as he held Corleone in his arms.

He returned to the abandoned underground factory, the place he had visited and explored with Fugrim five years ago.

Faced with the sudden sandstorm, unable to return to Carax, he had no choice but to seek refuge in this familiar place.

It felt like coming home.

Kaska thought helplessly as he sensed the smell of rust in the wind.

I should have decorated this place into a more luxurious shelter.

"Can you keep up?"

Of the two children, Corleone was struck by the wizard's psionic lightning and was currently unconscious in Casca's arms, trembling from time to time.

Body temperature fluctuates wildly, sometimes hot and sometimes cold.

Casca had no choice but to hold her in his arms, with a pistol in his other hand, and let the boy follow behind him.

However, the complex, old, and dark environment made him somewhat worried about the taciturn boy behind him.

“It’s alright, sir. I’ve made a living by scavenging since I was a child, so I have experience with this kind of situation.”

As he spoke, he skillfully leaped down the rusty ladder.

They went deeper and deeper into the water.

Seeing that no one else was making a sound from above, Kasgar breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the sandstorm blocked his way home, it also kept all the pursuers at bay.

In fact, this sudden storm was very likely the work of that wizard.

"Damn psionicists. They know a little bit of witchcraft and start abusing it."

"When the children are born with crooked mouths and slanted eyes, and each has eight pairs of wings and nine legs, they will behave themselves."

what?

And there are foolish wizards who won't even behave when their offspring mutate.

That's okay.

The person who respects Magnus the most in the entire universe still respects Magnus today.

However, since this psionicist can create such a massive sandstorm, their psionic talent must be quite strong.

Casca fell into deep thought.

How did he manage to break free from the other party's oppression?

After all, all they did at the time was rack their brains and think hard.

This...this must be the power of an emperor!

After much contemplation, he came to his final conclusion.

Don't overthink things you can't understand.

Whether it's true or not is another matter, but he thinks he is.

This is enough.