Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

good question.

Perhaps he developed PTSD from the last attempt to steal Bilak, so much so that he has to secure the Primarch firmly in his grasp before considering anything else.

“I am not them, and I do not understand what they are thinking.”

"Casca replied."

"But you can also see that the guy named Cabanha keeps sticking to you."

"Although I don't know why these warp aliens all seem to be looking for angels, but—"

"Perhaps it's because your charm is just too great?"

"No matter what kind of person they are, even an alien, they cannot resist your charm."

Casca said, half-jokingly.

Just like now.

Seeing another tear open before his eyes—it's not surprising that Khorne can open portals at will on Nukelia.

After all, this is the subspace itself.

The familiar crimson demon emerged from the portal once again.

"We meet again, little angel."

He let out a shrill laugh, his expression suggesting he had been waiting for this moment.

"I have nothing to say to you, alien!"

Faced with the strange creature that had reappeared before him, the angel's originally kind expression froze once more.

She never gave a kind look to these wealthy people who were constantly trying to recruit her like stalkers.

The tenderness for humans and the rage for aliens coexist within her; this is Saint Gilles.

"No, you will join us, little angel."

"The last defeat made me understand you better, Saint Gilles."

"No matter how you reject me, I will find a new way to get you to join!"

The clever Kabanha learned to summarize his experiences.

Compared to the foolish and utterly unintelligent former chief demon Skabrand, Kabanha, as the current Blood God's favorite demon under his command, possesses a brain that other bloodthirsty demons lack!

(As mentioned in Eternal Echoes, Skabrand had already been kicked by Khorne before he was ordered to capture the angel.)

Which chief demon would be so stupid as to be easily swayed by a few words and then turn around and stab their own boss in the butt?

After stabbing him, seeing the situation was not good, he immediately kowtowed and admitted his mistake?

That fool probably still thinks that the Blood God was so angry because he dared to attack him, and that's why he banished it.

According to Kabanha's observations, this is not entirely true.

The reason for the Lord of the Skull's anger is actually only one—

He is really, really too stupid!

Just because of the little instigation of that blue-feathered bird, he actually turned the axe blade towards the Lord of Brass, using his laughable power to provoke the great God of Blood!

Shame on you!

This has truly made the great Lord of the Skull lose all face!

If others find out, they'll think that all of us K (Khorne) are just muscle-bound brutes with brains full of nothing but brute force!

But Kabanha is different.

It's a bloodthirsty maniac with a brain.

After failing to persuade his opponent with the promise of an eternal and endless battle, Kabanha immediately went back to summarize the lessons learned from the failure.

The reason the angel resolutely rejected Carbanharna eight days ago without the slightest hesitation was because...

Actually, Kabanha knew.

The angel Saint Gilles didn't dislike it; it's just that, you know, she was a bit arrogant.

Because Kaban was furious at her lack of understanding.

As long as Kabanha can offer her something impressive, something that makes her understand that even in Khorne's Bronze Realm, there are people who care about her little hobbies.

Its previous plan to seduce the angels relied too heavily on thirst for blood.

I know everything you cherish and love.

"And these you will enjoy only in the embrace of our God of Blood—amidst endless strife."

So much so that after Blood Thirst was cured, Kabanha, now without any leverage, was left completely helpless.

But after some study, the clever creature successfully figured out what Saint Gilles cherished and loved most!

It was not an eternal, endless war, nor even the Holy Blood Angels Legion.

But -

"What exactly are you trying to say, you idiot?"

The angel frowned slightly, raising her spear in front of her, ready to thrust at any moment.

She had a very ominous premonition.

Seeing that she was on guard, Nakabanha changed his movements and adopted a stance that was extremely incongruous with his demonic body.

Then it spoke in its voice, which had been ravaged by Khorne.

“Saint Gilles. You will always be my centaur.

"die--!"

Unimaginable energy surged wildly from Sanguis's body, rushing towards the location of the great demon Kabanha Khorne like a meteor in a ferocity unimaginable to Kasgar.

Angry.

If the Holy Blood Angel performed for her with utmost respect and reverence, Saint Gilles could temporarily suppress her anger and comfort herself that her offspring were striving to learn art and love, abandoning their original ghoul nature, which was something to be encouraged.

But now, even an alien can use this thing to make fun of her!

Can this be tolerated?

Tolerate?

I'm not going to put up with this!

The light emanating from the spear of Pygmalion in Saint Gilles's hand was especially brilliant at this moment.

kill!

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!

Enraged, the Holy Blood Angel pierced the chest of the demon who couldn't dodge in time with a single blow.

Although injuries sustained within the Khorne domain can heal extremely quickly, the lost power must be replenished by hunting other demons or devouring souls.

"Alien, you're courting death."

The angel seemed to calm down and spoke to the other party, word by word.

But only Casca knew that the calm angel was still in the rage at its peak, with a cold, burning fury still rising within her.

From the perspective of trying to provoke the angels, Kabanha was indeed very successful.

Perhaps this wasn't what Kabanha intended, but it seems to have achieved quite a good result.

"Little angel, are you shy?"

Seeing that the other party attacked him in a fit of shame and anger, Kabanha also let out several hoarse laughs.

For the Khorne demon, the closest thing to the concept of love is to fight the other to the death.

Fighting for a lifetime!

Interesting!

I never expected this angel to be such a tsundere.

Just as it was speaking, another precise stab pierced its chest.

"You may be very powerful, but within the Blood God's Domain, my power will far surpass yours!"

With a shriek, as if tired of dodging and no longer wanting to perform, Kabanha held his giant axe across his chest to block, easily catching the angel's next attack.

With a casual flick of his battle axe, he sent the angel flying dozens of meters away.

It was only by relying on the balance of its wings that it regained control of its body.

"This is."

Feeling the powerful tremor in his hand, the angel was incredulous.

How did this alien named Kabanha gain such immense power in an instant?

"Can you feel it, little angel?"

"This is the supreme power that comes from Him, from the Lord of the Skull!"

Perhaps in the real world, an angel could easily take Carbanha's head twice.

Those were merely projections of the warp demons in the real world, and their strength varied, falling short of the original demons' level.

(Even Dante could kill Scabrard under the most extreme circumstances in the real world)

However, in the warp, especially in a warp realm like Nukelia, which has been swallowed up as part of the Blood God's domain, the combat power between the two sides will be reversed once again.

If Kabanha were truly blessed by the Blood God, defeating or even killing angels would be an easy task.

But it didn't do that.

After demonstrating his power, which surpassed that of an angel, Kabanha did not continue his pursuit. Instead, he gave Kasgar a meaningful and wary look.

"Little angel, and you over there, listen up."

“You and that Angron are all champions admired by the Blood God. In this world, we have endless time, and the only way for you to leave is to submit to the great Blood God.”

"Only after sincerely worshipping and shouting 'Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat,' will countless passionate battles await you outside!"

"Otherwise, you'll be lost forever beneath this red sand!"

Kabanha wasn't in a hurry.

The angels may not be willing to join Khorne's ranks right now, but that doesn't matter.

What if you stay here for ten years? Or a hundred?

What about a thousand years?

For millennia, they have been unable to save their own legions, only able to watch as they are torn to pieces and dissolved into biomass by powerful aliens, such as Greenskins or Tyranids.

When that time comes, will she still be able to stick to her belief that the only trustworthy power of the Blood God cannot save them?

In subspace, all time dimensions will be distorted.

Kabanha, on the other hand, has a long time to lure them into depravity.

Nukelia's transformation may have been minor, but this almost infinite time was enough to turn them from staunch supporters of a cowardly god into loyal servants who craved blood and battle.

"Perhaps you will still support us now, but hundreds or tens of thousands of years from now, will you really remember who you are?"

(I am Rogdorn)

"Just a heads-up—Angron's forces have been attacked again."

"Little angels, good luck to you."

As he spoke, Kabanha stepped into the void portal on its side, preparing to leave.

slipped.

"Don't even think about running away!"

Enraged at the sight, the angel brandished her spear and charged toward the enemy. In a mere fraction of a second, she was already in front of Kabanha.

The spear in his hand was poised to strike.

Stab!