Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

As the radiation warnings on their helmets climbed to new highs, the two imperial sons, Astartes, stood before an ancient ruin.

The ruins stand out in the deserted wasteland, and compared to the surrounding area which has been completely glassed, it seems to retain some characteristics of a monastery.

Logically, under the high temperatures of nuclear weapons, nothing should have been left here.

But these ruins still stand there stubbornly, even though much of them have been weathered into rubble, their former glory is still evident.

"Tsk, secret societies and cults."

"If we had known they were connected, we should have had the speakers tear them all down immediately."

As propagators of imperial truth, the emperor's sons naturally scoffed at such primitive religious architecture.

But it seems that his fighting comrades beside him are somewhat timid and afraid of ghosts.

“Telma”.

"What's wrong, Thorne?"

"Something's not quite right here."

"The radiation concentration seems to have dropped significantly."

Thorne, the emperor's son, knelt down and stroked the small grass that was growing tenaciously beside the ruins.

Logically speaking, there should be no trace of any relics remaining in a wasteland with such a high concentration of radiation.

In this war that nearly destroyed everything, only this religiously significant monastery building remained standing; according to readings on helmets, even weeds could grow there.

An indescribable sense of unease welled up in his heart.

"Maybe so. Maybe this place just happened to escape being bombed during the great war. Who knows?"

Telma patted Thorne on the shoulder mockingly.

"Young man, be bolder."

“In our Chemos, if you’re that timid, you’ll be laughed at by everyone.”

"Okay, let me take a sample."

As he spoke, Thorne grabbed a handful of weeds from the ground and put them, roots and all, into the backpack behind him.

Like that pharmacist.

"I think to myself," Telma thought to himself, then turned and walked toward the interior of the ruins.

"The radiation concentration is still decreasing."

As the two cautiously ventured deeper into the ruins, an incredible miracle unfolded.

The deeper you go, the better the interior of the ruins is preserved.

"What is this? A fountain?"

Telma reached out and pushed aside the rotting wooden door, peering warily into the field.

It's not unusual to find a fountain in a monastery.

But in the center of the ruins of the courtyard after being bombed by nuclear weapons, there is a complete stone fountain that is not eroded by time at all.

That's quite surprising.

Telma went forward to take a look.

“Sa-ba-z-u-s”

"what?"

A familiar name suddenly came from behind him.

It seems like I've heard of it somewhere before.

word.

Thorne pointed somewhat bewilderedly to the still intact wall on one side of the ruins.

"There's nothing here."

"How could that be, Telma? I'm not so bad that I can't even read."

“Look, Sabaz.”

"The Sabazus that is carved all over the wall."

But when Telma looked in the direction Thorne was pointing, the wall was still blank except for some moss and cracks.

Nothing at all.

"Don't joke around, Thorne, this isn't funny."

Telma turned around somewhat irritably and looked back at the intact fountain.

However, what he saw before his eyes left him stunned.

The fountain, which had been dry for countless years, is now gushing forth clear water.

"Thorn, did you see that?"

Telma swallowed hard and spoke to the neurotic Thorne behind him.

Things seemed to be far more bizarre than he had imagined.

Fortunately, Thorne could still see the fountain.

"You didn't touch anything here?"

"No."

"It just started flowing naturally on its own."

"Could it be that some kind of water purification facility within the base has started operating?"

Even though this place looks like a ruin, it is still the stronghold of those assassins.

Installing some water purification facilities is actually quite reasonable.

"really."

"Wait! Thorne, look, there are words on it!"

Just as Telma was about to agree with the other person's statement, everything that followed interrupted his thoughts.

Just now, they washed away the dust that covered the writing in the fountain pool.

It revealed the legend of Sabazius engraved beneath it.

As a pioneer who led the people to this place, he struck the ground with his sword.

Then water suddenly surged up from the ground, nourishing the wells around the building.

As Telma read, she looked up at the fountain.

"A familiar story; I've heard similar tales in Chemos."

"A story of a water goddess who saves the world through the clear spring flowing beneath her feet."

“Telma, I know you are a staunch believer in the imperial truth from Chemos, there’s no need to emphasize that to me repeatedly.”

"No, that's not what I meant!"

"What I want to talk about is the name of the legendary water goddess."

"It's [Forgrim]."

Coincidence, isn't it?

Legend has it that such coincidences often occur, and it's nothing serious.

"Perhaps. Telma, but we are the sons of the emperor, not archaeologists."

"This place is indeed a bit strange, but destroying the stronghold is our mission."

"Just keep going."

"Wait a minute, did you hear anything?"

It was singing.

Did you hear any singing?

It is more pleasant to the ear and more soothing.

But where did it come from?

Telma couldn't tell the difference.

Even with his Space Marine hearing, he still couldn't discern the source of the song.

It seemed to come from all directions, or perhaps it was coming from the depths of one's own heart.

“I can hear them. I guess those nobles are here, somewhere.”

"This way, Thorne."

The ruins' floor is paved with hexagonal tiles, and every six tiles are painted an elegant pale purple.

Telma quickly discovered the pattern.

As she spoke, Telma pulled open a well-hidden movable floor tile located in the center of the 6x6 area.

It reveals the deep, secret passage hidden beneath.

"It's a bit narrow, I'll go down first."

The passage was obviously not prepared for the fully armed Astartes, but fortunately, they were still big enough to squeeze into the narrow passage.

However, it is basically only open to one person at a time.

This secret passage was far more comfortable than he had imagined.

The tunnel was covered on all four sides with a very high-grade leather.

The leather covering the handrails of the downward tunnel felt exceptionally smooth to the touch, yet it wasn't so slippery that his hands would slip when he went downstairs.

The interior decoration is extremely luxurious.

Looking at the ruins from the outside, it's hard to imagine that there's such a hidden world inside.

"What a bunch of extravagant and debauched scoundrels."

"Telma muttered angrily."

And the singing grew louder and louder.

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Chapter 77 Sound, Light, and Color

The singing was soothing and harmonious, but it sounded even louder in Telma's ears.

This made his head feel increasingly dizzy.

好想

I really want to follow in the footsteps of this voice and go find out what's going on.

There's an urge to abandon all the tedious tasks at hand and put everything else aside just for the enjoyment of this sound.

"calm down."

Telma slowed his pace, took several deep breaths, and regained his composure.

His heart was in constant turmoil.

Just as he took a deep breath, a pleasant musky scent filled his mouth and nose.

"What's that smell? Thorne, can you smell it?"