Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Saint Gilles' greatest fear was that his offspring would forever be driven by instinctual desires, becoming nothing more than beasts that only knew how to fight.

This is something she absolutely cannot accept.

Holy Blood Angels must never become ghouls again!

If she cannot exterminate all these demonic aliens here, her Holy Blood Angels will be more likely to be poisoned by the aliens in the future!

"This only makes me want to kill you more, Alien!"

Even though the Holy Blood Angel's tone remained gentle, the rage surging in her eyes was almost uncontrollable.

The next moment, she leaped into the air and rushed toward Kabanha, who was floating in mid-air with his periosteum wings flapping.

"Casca, go and protect Angron and the others. I'll deal with this monstrous alien!"

The angel cried out.

Although she didn't understand why the other party viewed fighting as a reward that brought them pleasure or joy, Saint Gilles would not let anyone who dared to harm the Holy Blood Angel get away with it.

Faced with this alien who wants to turn the noble blood angel back into a ghoul, the power contained in the spear in her hand will only become more terrifying.

dead!

This was the only requirement the angel had for it.

"it is good!"

Kasgar nodded and turned to run swiftly toward Angron's location.

It's fortunate that Saint Gilles came along too.

If she weren't there, Kasgar couldn't imagine how he would face the Khorne army alone.

What? Angron?

Does this kid look like he has any fighting ability?

"No, kid. None of you are getting away."

After being pierced by that spear, Kabanha's wounds were healing at an extremely rapid pace.

The battle required to kill a demon, especially a great demon, will be extremely long.

Nakabanha took the blow head-on, then slowly and heavily turned the claws in his hand.

The blood-red sand fell to the ground through his fingertips, completely covering the dense forest.

An endless expanse of blood-red sand dunes.

The endless red sand world trapped both the angels and Kaska within its confines.

"Where are we now? What kind of witchcraft is this?"

The angel cried out after watching himself and Casca being dragged into this strange space.

"The great creation sister from the Blood God."

Although Kabanha was still a little unfamiliar with the term "sisters," she still managed to say it.

“Angron is the champion chosen by the Blood God, His eternal slave. None of you may interrupt his ceremony toward ascension.”

"No one can."

Kabanha let out a grating howl, seemingly excited that he could trap both the angel and Kasgar.

"What a ridiculous trick."

"When I rip out your alien heart, let's see if you'll still be happy about death!"

The angel's anger grew even stronger, and she once again raised her spear and charged towards her opponent.

brush--

But this time, nothing was left except for a phantom cloud of smoke.

As a Khorne Demon.

Kabanha. He escaped.

"coward."

The angel continued to hold his spear, calmly surveying his surroundings.

The disappearance of Cabanha does not mean that it left the battlefield; rather, it is more likely that it was secretly watching Sanguis' every move from the shadows.

"Casgar?"

The angels tried calling the Space Marine's name around them, but received no response.

He's gone?

The angel's gaze grew increasingly solemn.

Just a short while ago, she saw Casca being pulled into this space along with her.

To everyone's surprise, in the blink of an eye, Casca disappeared without a trace.

All around, there is only endless red sand.

Something is wrong here.

The angel tried to flap its wings and land on the ground, gently stirring the red sand with its spear.

There was no sign of any enemy, nor any Casca.

"Kabanha, come out! Stop hiding!"

The angel's heart was constantly filled with anxiety.

How is Casca doing now?

What about Angron?

What would they do if they were trapped here?

As if sensing Saint Gilles's anxiety, a dark shadow suddenly fell to the ground in the distant sky.

what is that?

A trap, or a clue to escape?

The angel didn't know, but at this moment she had no time to waste.

She flapped her wings and flew swiftly toward the dark figure—

No, that's not a shadow.

Those are corpses, corpses from Casca.

His body was cleaved in two by a sharp axe, with countless deep, bone-revealing wounds that tore his armor and flesh apart.

His fatal wound came from a deep, bone-revealing severance wound in his neck.

"What's this?"

The angel could hardly believe his eyes.

But the corpse was right in front of her, and the real sight and touch forced her to believe that it was happening.

But this is just the beginning.

Before the angel could even process this shocking reality, another dark figure fell from the horizon.

This one is several points larger than Casca's.

It's Angron.

Saint Gilles, who had approached, could not bear to look at her brother's gruesome state of being cut in half, and only glanced at him before looking away.

What does it mean?

Imprison her in this red sand land, and then kill off everyone she cares about, one by one, right in front of her?

What about the battle?

Shouldn't that damn alien be fighting her?

Why choose to escape and instead turn the sword against the weak?

"Coward! What kind of person are you to bully the weak? Come out and fight me!!!"

The angel flapped its wings, wanting to fly high into the sky and look at the endless horizon of this red sand land.

She wanted to fly high into the sky, to break through all these obstacles and transcend all these constraints at a high enough place.

But she failed.

No matter how hard she tried to fly higher, it seemed that the red sand world where the angel lived would not be changed in the slightest.

Here, it seems that the laws of time and space do not apply.

Not only that, but more and more dark shadows were falling from the horizon.

"these are"

Saint Gilles was all too familiar with the armor worn by the falling corpse.

Of course, there were also many things he was unfamiliar with, such as those black-painted armors.

However, the huge blood droplet emblems on their shoulders indicate that these are the Holy Blood Angels of Saint Gilles.

More and more Holy Blood Angels.

More and more

more and more.

Until the angel's anger turned to sorrow, and then from sorrow to numbness.

The corpse of the Holy Blood Angel completely filled the entire red sand.

Even though the red sand itself was boundless, under the burial of countless corpses, in an instant, only her offspring remained here.

The corpses of the unjustly killed Holy Blood Angels are enough to fill this boundless expanse of red sand.

How to do?

In this boundless expanse of red sand, the angel saw neither hope nor end.

She could only feel endless hatred and madness tormenting her body and mind.

The so-called Blood God, who originally prided himself on glory and battle, actually resorted to such despicable and vile means, using the angel's most cherished family, friends, and offspring to provoke her.

Is this really something that thynocence should be doing?

Instead of fighting them, they cowardly provoke them by avoiding battle?

It has to be said that although it was despicable, it was indeed effective.

Attacking those close to an angel might be the only chance to make the angel lose their mind.

"Come out! You bunch of cowardly aliens!!!"

Do you want to leave here?

Just as the angel began to shout in frustration amidst the pile of corpses, a voice came from within the angel's heart.

"Who are you? Why are you trying to talk to me in this way!"

Leaving is simple; you don't need to do anything else.

"Just come with me, and I can bring you back to the battlefield outside, so you can continue fighting that demon named Kabanha."

The voice continued speaking.

"Can you really take me out?"

Saint Gilles' tone was full of frustration and anxiety.

"Damn it, tell me what to do!?"

Come on, repeat after me—

Centaur, gold ring.

These days, I've been racking my brains trying to figure out how to clean up the mess left by Angron's lore.

Why was Angron defeated by the soldiers of Nustar, yet he tore apart the Imperial Guard after boarding the ship?