Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Both the Interles Federation and the Human Empire are blaming and hurling insults at each other, making a war inevitable.

—But at that very moment, they were forced into the theater.

I don’t know why someone with more prestige than Warmaster Fugrim would appear.

Not only did he verbally abuse the red-skinned giant who barged into the meeting, but the giant didn't even dare to retaliate. He even forced everyone, including the nominal highest military commander of the human empire—War Marshal Fugrim—to come to the Phoenix Grand Theater for... well, he said it was treatment?

Who is the true War Commander?

Maybe the title of Warmaster is just a title, and the real Warmaster is actually the unassuming Casgar.

Nobody really knew, and nobody dared to ask about it while Casca was clearly angry.

At this moment, everyone could only sit quietly in their theater seats under the powerful air pressure of Nagaska, waiting for the heavy red curtain on the stage to be removed so that the newcomers could step onto the stage.

Although it was unclear why they chose this time to perform the play, the delegation had no say in the matter at this moment.

"This is."

The Interlese delegation only learned of the significance of the Centaur Gold Ring when it was officially displayed before their eyes.

"Isn't this our aria? The aria of us Interles!"

"Why does this thing sound so similar to our arias? It's like it was created by the same person."

Regardless of language, customs, or genetic differences, as long as both parties possess the power of arias, they can connect with each other's hearts!

Before this.

The Imperial Truth Proclaimers also conducted detailed studies on the mysterious power of arias, but found it difficult to define this unique style of performance.

Essentially, it is a mathematical concept, a universal constant that transcends language barriers.

In this way, even people from different language backgrounds can understand the meaning they want to express through the melody.

However, its mathematical structure is expressed through specific harmonies and melodies, which, to the untrained ear, sound like music. Such complex melodies are often heard in the speech transmissions of the Interles Federation.

Anyway, the Imperial Truth Propagandists say it's mathematics, but whether it truly is mathematics, or whether it's using the guise of mathematics to mask its true nature as psychic power, remains to be seen.

Perhaps only the emperor knows the answer.

but now!

It was only the opening act, yet the Interlesian-style aria and the "Centaur Gold Ring" surprisingly achieved a certain harmony!

Surprisingly, they were as if they had always come from the same source.

"I never imagined we would have so much in common!"

The head of the delegation shouted excitedly to Warmaster Vograim and Kasgar beside him.

Although the time for a true centaur gold ring to appear is still far off, the Interles have already encountered centaurs.

(Interles Federation Centaur Soldier)

Everything was so coincidental, as if it were a natural progression. It seemed that the Interles Federation in the Centaur constellation had received help from the centaur spirits thousands of years ago.

Subspace is a permanent testament. This is not an absolutely impossible thing.

Even all of this was something the centaur could have foreseen.

While Tzeentch was playing his grand game in the warp, this mysterious centaur also seemed to be busy.

“Casca, no, Your Excellency Warmaster (?), please allow us—I guarantee with everything I have, that we are absolutely not followers of Chaos—to revel in this performance!”

“I can sense the similarities between your dramas and arias. Working together, we might actually be able to drive away the demons!”

Under the expectant gaze of the envoy, Casca nodded slightly.

"However, I must remind you that Fugrim is the Imperial Warmaster."

Casgar added.

Interles performers are collectively referred to as "Metzi".

They are enhanced humans who have undergone some kind of genetic surgery, possessing characteristics that set them apart from others: their ear muscles swell and open, just like the ears of bats or other nocturnal flying creatures.

The musicians were tall and wore smooth green gowns with delicate gold piping.

During the performance, each person holds an instrument to their chest, equipped with a megaphone, coiled strings, and a complex array of keys. Their fingers fly across these keys incessantly. Each instrument has a swan-neck-shaped mouthpiece at the top, allowing the performer to blow while pressing the keys.

With excited eyes, they eagerly stepped forward and surrounded the performer in the arena—a spot that had previously belonged exclusively to Fugrim.

However, after Fugrim became a Warmaster, his status and position were not suitable for performing on stage, and he was also burdened with various military affairs, so the role of actor was handed over to the female Space Marines of the Emperor for selection.

And the performer now, influenced by the gene seed, also possesses beautiful long hair and violet eyes just like Fugrim herself.

Upon seeing several Métrich musicians surge forward from both sides, she did not panic, but continued performing the scene she had rehearsed countless times before—

At this moment, the musicians played arias.

A perfect blend.

Although it is unknown whether the performers knew the exact nature of the arias sung by the medzi musician, the medzi musician himself did not know the specific repertoire of the Centaur Gold Ring.

But just as if they were born of the same origin, they do not need any language to communicate with each other, and they can understand each other's intentions instantly.

"How is this going?"

Fugrim, standing next to Kasgar, asked in confusion.

Could it be that the Centaur Gold Ring she created was so popular that even Interles, who had been blocked by the warp storm, knew about it and collaborated on a performance?

Or is it that all the world's great works are actually telling the same story?

Is this world just a giant centaur gold ring?

"Uh, neither."

"Do you remember what the books said about the origins of the Interles?"

Casca suddenly remembered a very important blind spot.

When the Interles arrived here, and they fought against the Cainblach people who believed in Chaos, it was the Eldar who brought them this unique technology and understanding of the dangers of Chaos.

It has to be said that the old charlatan finally guessed correctly one of his prophecies.

In fact, they had already formed an inextricable bond with the centaurs by this time.

So, it turns out everyone's been wearing the [centaur gold ring] all along!

(The fact that Interles' arias can inspire and promote communication, and that he is located in the constellation Centaurus, are official settings. See Rise of Horus for details.)

(The centaur gold ring is real; he wasn't just making it up, I'm telling you.)

"Ah!"

"Forgrim!"

The musicians from the Interles Federation complemented the performance on stage perfectly.

The instruments in front of you, played with fingers flying across the keys, produce beautiful music that almost sparks, making you feel like you're right there in the music. Even the original pieces composed by Terra's master musicians pale in comparison.

"—Centaurus Rex ↓!!!"

As the last syllable fell, an unimaginable golden light shone through the tireless performance of the musicians.

It seems that after receiving assistance from the musician Metzi, the Centaur Gold Ring has been greatly enhanced once again.

"What is that?!"

"It's a centaur! The real centaurs have revealed themselves!"

"How is this going?"

A dazzling golden light instantly converged, forming a solid, golden centaur.

As a mascot and symbol of the Interles, the centaur has always been widely associated with their culture.

However, appearing in legends and appearing in reality are two different concepts.

The Interlesian envoys could never have imagined that golden centaurs would actually appear beside them like something out of a myth.

They really do help them and dispel the darkness.

The golden light continued to gather, and the pupils of the medzio musician, who was still playing, shimmered with a dazzling golden flame.

The light emanating from them was so tangible that it instantly condensed into a dazzling golden spear, which was held in the centaur's hand.

He leaned back on the right side of his body, which held the spear, and the golden spear in his hand flew out in the next instant.

—Straight to Magnus!

Click.

Before the Crimson King could react, a mysterious, dazzling light froze everything in an instant.

Even if the spirit of the centaur is powerful, the power projection it can generate in the face of a true warp chaos god is still insufficient to shake the opponent.

This pause in time and space was not solely the work of the Myriad Transformations Demon Lord, the Weaver of Fate, Carlos.

Even the master of all transformations, Tzeentch himself, couldn't restrain himself at this moment and chose to project his ever-changing magical power onto the "Spirit of the Imperial Two-Headed Eagle," thus controlling everything under the guise of Carlos, the Pokémon.

It didn't just freeze the two Primarchs and Kasgar in an instant.

Even the golden centaur's spear was suspended in mid-air, unable to advance an inch.

The Lord of Changes bought Carlos the Weaver of Fate a period of time, an opportunity.

A chance to see directly into Casca's heart.

At that very moment, the Pokémon of the Fate Weaver, which resembled the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle, suddenly transformed into its most commonly used form.

"quack!"

With his right hand supporting the Staff of Tomorrow, which was radiating metamorphic flames, Carlos let out a triumphant shriek. His multiple eyes, emitting a strange light, met those of Kasgar, who was trapped in a time-stopped state.

His eyes pierced Casca's soul.

This is a unique and ever-changing strange space.

Carlos brought his chosen Casca here.

Here, he could use his wisdom and boundless power of change to twist the very person whom the Imperial Warmaster Vograim trusted most.

Once his soul is captured, the War General will naturally be no problem.

If such a great feat could be accomplished, successfully bringing the cursed warrior into the embrace of the Lord of Change, then the Weaver of Fate, Carlos, would surely gain the other's supreme favor.

As Carlos gazed at the Casca soul, which seemed to be awakening from a deep dream, countless eyes on the heads of his two birds gleamed with shrewdness.

"Ask me questions, human."

"I will tell you all knowledge, and I will clear away all your doubts."

This is the most common tactic used by the Tzeentch demons.

They rely on others' curiosity and use knowledge as bait to lure people.

As long as the other party has even the slightest curiosity about the future and the unknown, Carlos is confident that he can lead them astray with his silver tongue.

Especially those like Kasgar who believed in hope and that the human empire could still be saved.

Carlos had already prepared those malicious answers.

Each of his answers contained nine possible interpretations, each with nine possible variations, and each variation contained nine metaphors.

"quack!"

As if mocking humanity's incompetence and stupidity, Carlos shouted again.

Unlike other ever-changing demon lords, the Weaver of Fate Carlos has two heads, in other words, bird heads.

One head can see hidden things that happened in the past, while the other head can see an infinite future.

Carlos possesses unparalleled power compared to other shape-shifting demon lords, but he also has a weakness—

It cannot see the present.

In his omens of the future, he saw Casca fall for his trick and was asking him questions.

This already foreshadows the inevitable outcome—as long as one is interested in Carlos's knowledge, there are 99999 ways to seduce Carlos into corruption.

In the Warhammer world, knowledge is a curse.

The worst-case scenario is that he might act like a brute like Khorne, howling and swinging his power sword at its head—that would be disastrous.

"Can you really tell me the answers to everything?"