Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

【Crown】

That is the name of the ship.

"Where is this?"

Sitting in the center of the bridge, Corleone looked around cautiously and asked questions.

A glimpse into the distant future

A voice answered in her heart.

In the vast, high heavens, the dimension of time does not exist.

"who are you?"

I am a disillusioned dream.

It is the ideal that is sought but not attained, a mirage, and the ugly and unwilling struggle when it is shattered.

I am you, Corleone

I am the poison of hope.

The voice uttered a string of incomprehensible words that were hard to understand.

"What are you trying to do? I want to go home."

Although the unfamiliar environment was incredibly beautiful, it always made Corleone feel a deep-seated unease.

This is not normal.

Although she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong, she still felt a little scared.

I've brought you a deal.

I need your body as a vessel to fulfill the great mission entrusted to me by my Lord.

In return, as part of the deal, I will fulfill your long-cherished wish to become the captain, halting the decay of your body and thus freeing you from the tragic cycle of life and death.

You will never again be oppressed by hunger and cold, nor will anyone speak ill of you or mock you.

You will pilot your favorite spaceship, freely traversing the universe, laughing to your heart's content. Day after day, year after year.

Guided by that voice, she saw many more things.

She also saw her twin brother realize his dream and become a powerful swordsman, using his gorgeous and elegant unparalleled sword skills to cut down countless enemies.

She also saw herself piloting a spaceship, sharing countless "candies" with the suffering people wherever she went, just as she had hoped.

Moreover, these candies are tens of thousands, even hundreds of millions of times sweeter than the ones Sister Fugen used to give them.

Those who experienced such joy roared and danced with glee.

Some were so happy that they scratched their bodies and faces.

Even as blood splattered and internal organs were torn out, it wouldn't stop.

How happy they were!

"I"

A grand blueprint from the dreams of the future has already been unfolded.

But she was still hesitant.

[Corleone, is there anything else you're not satisfied with?]

Becoming a captain—isn't that your hope for survival, your ideal?

The voice was extremely sincere.

"My deal would benefit both of us, so why wouldn't you accept it?"

Yeah, why not?

Aside from an inexplicable inner resistance, Corleone could find no reason to refuse.

She hesitated, then slowly reached out her hand to the voice within her heart—

"enough!"

Just then, a voice from behind stopped them.

"That's enough, you demon."

With this shout, Corleone regained his senses, a clarity completely different from the hazy, drowsy fog he had felt before.

A long-lost sense of reality filled her mind once again.

[Damn it, who are you? Why are you ruining my plans?]

The voice shrieked in dissatisfaction.

Corleone withdrew his hand and looked back curiously.

It was a blazing, golden-red sacred flame.

“Salice’s disciples have stooped so low as to make a living by deceiving three-year-old children.”

"You make me feel sorry for you, you devil."

Corleone did not run away.

For some reason, that indistinct ball of fire always gave her a sense of familiar closeness.

The other person also seemed to be looking at him.

"Corleone, remember this."

"Dreams are not easily obtained, but are forged through long-term efforts and hard work."

"Do not believe the slander of these demons. Every brick and tile of the future will be, and can only be, forged by our own hands."

Corleone nodded.

She felt warmth in front of the flame.

It carries a touch of real sting and burning.

But it was still warm.

"As for you, demon."

"Disappear forever from all timelines."

As soon as he finished speaking, flames surged forth.

Although he didn't know how he found out, Corleone understood one thing at that moment:

That was a flame that touched the very essence.

Once engulfed by flames, she will be annihilated forever, never to be restored.

She was one with the voice in her mind.

This flame will extinguish the voice, but it may also burn itself to death.

[The Cursed?! No, impossible! This isn't the power of the Cursed!]

The voice cried out, its tone filled with disbelief.

You! You are—

"Who I am has never been up to you, you demon."

Flames rushed toward her, engulfing everything in her vision.

Her hopes and dreams will be shattered and vanish into thin air.

But she doesn't regret it.

"Corleone".

At Casca's soft call, she opened her eyes dazedly.

She woke up.

Awaken from a beautiful but illusory dream.

She saw Casca smiling and patting her little head, and his brother beside him looking relieved.

"Welcome back, Corleone."

Was everything that just happened a dream?

She rubbed her eyes, somewhat confused.

What a strange, dreamlike experience.

Chapter 18 The Poison of Hope (Part 2)

minutes ago.

Humanity cannot solve this crisis now, but that doesn't mean you can't.

The artificial intelligence, named "Deep Processor One," displayed after a brief pause.

But you are not human.

"what?"

"What does it mean?"

"Did you already know something when you verified your identity before?"

Instead of answering his question, Deep Processor One showed him the method of exorcising the demon.

This plan is equally bizarre.

Casca needs to place his palm on Corleone's forehead.

Imagine an eternal flame burning in the ever-changing heavens that connect all dimensions of time and space.

Using their own power, they followed the [anchor point] torn apart by the warp creature, entered it, and in the chaotic flow of time in the warp, called upon their own projections of the past, present, or future within the warp.

And he will provide the answer.

That's pretty mysterious.

It doesn't seem like something that could come from an artificial intelligence.

But Casca did as instructed.

Then, as if his consciousness had been entrusted to something, he successfully entered Corleone's "dream" ten thousand years in the future and used flames to "cancel" the demon possessing Corleone.

"This certainly doesn't seem like human methods."

Kasga swallowed hard and said with a wry smile.

It's more like the work of a legendary enchanted warrior, Robert Guilliman.

After being possessed by the great demon, he "burned his sword with every slash," making the old gardener who was working hard in the fields cry.

However, Casca hasn't reached that level yet.

This technique of his can only be used on those few weak, isolated subspace creatures without any support.

But in any case, the very act of bringing about the true death of a demon's origin is a truly terrifying thing.

Casca seems to be more complicated than he thought.

The same goes for the artificial intelligence in front of me.

"Friend, how did you know I could destroy warp creatures like this?"

"Logically speaking, your database should only be updated to the Dark Ages."

He pressed for more information out of curiosity.

But the other party's screen only flickered a few times before going black, seemingly indicating they didn't want to answer the question.

Casgar did not pursue the matter further.

If you're not going to answer, then don't!

Some things, you just can't really investigate.