Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

They were tasked with carrying the corpses of the dead Nephilim to a huge fire in the desert, where they would personally burn the aliens they had once worshipped.

Others were incorporated into labor teams to dismantle statues that had been built in the world to worship aliens.

"Mother, please forgive my interruption."

Just as this long-awaited rest was about to begin, Radoron came running quickly from a distance, bowed, and said something.

"Legion affairs require your personal attention."

"What is it, Blood Angel?"

Luo Jia asked with some curiosity.

"It's an internal matter of the legion, sir."

Radolon's expression was somewhat stiff.

“We have a brother… who is lost.”

Chapter 134 Saint Gilles! I really love your teeth so much!

One of our comrades has gone astray.

This is not a common saying.

In the Astartes Legion, casualties are common, and even those so badly wounded that only their torsos remain can be crammed into the Dreadnoughts.

However, the casualty reports never mention the term "lost".

“Lost.” Luo Jia smiled calmly. “Sister, your offspring may very well need our guidance and advice.”

"Your legion's offspring are so obsessed with the power and glory you have displayed that many seem to have forgotten that this is also a gift from the Emperor."

"But this power ultimately comes from him, from the gift of the great emperor."

These words also carried a hint of accusation.

After all, everyone has witnessed the Blood Angels' fanaticism for Saint Gilles.

In Luo Jia's view, this excessive veneration of the Legion Primarch, even surpassing the veneration of the Emperor himself, could very likely cause the Legion to split from the Empire.

For example, they might completely abandon the emperor at some point.

They then supported Saint Jereth as the new emperor and established the Second Human Empire.

(His judgment was entirely correct.)

"Perhaps your offspring need the help of us, the Word Bearers, sister."

"Let me explain to them the greatness of the Emperor, and let them return to the will of the great Emperor."

"thanks for caring."

When asked by Luo Jia, Saint Gilles replied with an awkward yet polite smile.

"Perhaps in some more comfortable time in the future, I will lead the Holy Blood Angel Legion to ask you about faith and loyalty to the Emperor."

"As for now, I may need to leave temporarily to handle some internal affairs of the legion."

"Excuse me, everyone."

With that, Saint Gilles quickly retreated, not lingering there.

"Sister, but I—"

Just as Luo Jia was about to give chase, Saint Gilles pushed off with his body and flew towards the direction of the Holy Blood Angel Legion, relying on the pure white wings behind him.

Saint Gilles can fly.

She flew away quickly.

"Wait! Sir, wait for me!"

Even Radolon didn't have time to get on the bus.

"In there."

Radoron's urgent words came from the Land Rover speedboat he was piloting.

Thanks to the kind-hearted Casca who temporarily lent him an airship, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to keep up with Sanguis's full-speed flight.

After the engine noise gradually subsided, he jogged down from the assault boat and said to a temporary blockade set up by legion members, "We isolated him after assessing the situation."

"name?"

"Aloteros".

Radoron replied, “A hardworking comrade-in-arms, even if his achievements are not remarkable. From the 111th Company, under Commander Targas.”

"How much does Company Commander Targas know?"

"The Alotros brothers died gloriously, atomized in the explosion of the Xenomorphs, a noble end."

Following behind them was Azcaron, a golden-haired angel of holy blood.

His expression was as solemn and pained as the two people in front of him.

Perhaps the Blood Angels are a bit eccentric in other ways, but at this crucial moment, the two legion commanders, Radolon and Azcaron, still retained the rationality they had when they were still the Ghoul Legion.

"Excuse my bluntness, Mother."

"Summoning you from the battlefield to the presence of other Primarchs carries a high risk of exposure."

"This should be handled by us. Handle it quietly."

"No, Azcalon."

Saint Gilles rejected his offer.

“My child, no blood angel will die quietly.”

The stench of blood, as strong as the smell of money, permeated the air even more intensely.

This is a temple built by the Nephilim.

No, a more accurate description would be the religious buildings that the Philistines forced the human inhabitants to believe in and compelled them to build.

Before this place was completely reduced to ruins by the guardians of the Word Bearers, the angel had one last thing to do.

"We're here, this is it."

Finally, they stopped in front of the ruins of a temple that was about to collapse, pointing to the center of the circular hall, where a figure was kneeling and looking down at the ground.

There were many dead people sharing the room with him.

Like the audience surrounding the central stage on a circular theater platform, they encircled the edge of the hall, forming a small fence around him.

Fragments of neurotechnology from the torn Nephilim corpses, along with human armor and limbs, and weapons and machinery shattered into tiny pieces—all these things piled up together, filling the ruins.

The Holy Blood Angel Alotross stood right in the center of the corpse, mechanically scooping up handfuls of what appeared to be a mixture of blood and black liquid, and bringing them to his lips.

He was still sipping his drink, unhurriedly.

"Aloteros".

He was awakened by the call from Saint Gilles, from the greatest mother of the Holy Blood Angels.

He seemed to sense a sense of unease, a guilt that his mother would feel ashamed if she saw him doing this, which made him choose to splatter the blood in his hand aside and look around.

He wanted to hide all of this from Saint Gilles.

Only then were people able to see his appearance.

His blood-soaked lips looked particularly terrifying, and his long, sharp fangs, which should not have appeared in a human mouth, stretched outwards to an extreme degree.

His eyes were dyed a scarlet color, with all the whites of his eyes disappearing, and he looked at his original body with the unease of a wild beast.

Saint Gilles saw in it a kind of thirst, a thirst for blood in addition to a thirst for her.

Aloteros became a monster.

Just like when they were mutants who underwent modifications to transform themselves from monsters in the eyes of others into humans.

This change completely returned them to their true nature, transforming them back into their original state as monsters.

He uttered incoherent sentences, like a schizophrenic, roaring and threatening the angel while simultaneously trying to get close to it.

The Blood Angel's armor was severely damaged; muscle fiber bundles were torn, and the terracotta was cracked. It appeared that the breastplate had been completely ripped open at the sternum, leaving a gruesome, exposed wound beneath.

There was even a broken hole in his right chest, left by Nefertari's shrieking weapon.

Such severe injuries would render even a seasoned Space Marine, let alone an ordinary human, unable to stand again.

But he can.

Not only that, the blood angel stood up in confusion, like a child who had made a mistake, wanting to flee the place.

"Aloteros!"

Of course, he couldn't escape.

"Break free from this curse."

Saint Gilles's voice was filled with sorrow: "This is not your destiny, my child, it is my fault."

"Wake up, and come back to us!"

She called out urgently, even though past experience told her that doing so would have no effect, but she was still willing to try again.

again and again.

Until all the Blood Angels can be freed from this curse, so that they will no longer be lost.

But she can't.

Perhaps Saint Gilles' call could temporarily deter him from drinking blood.

But that most fervent desire from the depths of his genes overwhelmed all his reason.

The Blood Angel, known as Alotros, let out a roar that seemed to come from hell, and then charged toward the direction where the Blood Angel was blocking him.

His sharp teeth and claws tore wildly at her golden armor, but he could never taste the flesh and blood he craved most.

Saint Gilles watched all this with a sorrowful expression, feeling the pain of his own powerlessness.

Her clear, bright eyes were tightly closed, and she clenched her teeth.

There was still no way to completely expel this deep-seated malice from the legion.

"Damn it! What are you doing to Mother?!"

Unable to tolerate the blasphemous act of this foolish ghoul, Radolon darted forward and pinned the struggling Holy Blood Angel to the ground.

"Blood"

This seemed to be exactly what he wanted—he saw the blood meandering down the ground from in front of the pile of corpses.

As if he had discovered some source of life, Aloteros frantically sucked at the blood on the ground like an addict who had been suppressing his addiction for countless years.

Seeing this, Radolon helplessly closed his eyes.

It's hard to accept seeing my former comrades-in-arms turned into this.

Now, it is time to grant this hopeless man a glorious death.

"Indeed."

Saint Gilles's lips seemed to be suppressing the anger in her heart.

"But before that, I need to find this damn thief!"

With that, she raised her spear high and charged at an incredible speed toward a seemingly insignificant pillar beside the temple.

"Casgar—!"

broken.

This was the only thought in Casca's mind at that moment.

Using the stealth capabilities of his power armor and the aura of the warp flames to conceal himself, he successfully infiltrated the place without being detected by the Blood Angels.

But it seems this disguise couldn't fool Saint Gilles, who also possessed spiritual power.

Just as he was about to dodge after quickly deactivating his stealth, the opponent's Bi Gong Spear was already embedded in the stone pillar in front of him.

He planted himself on the right side of the stone hall wall, blocking his last escape route.