Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 218 Three Pirate Crews

"Who?"

Upon hearing this, the three pirate leaders all took a big step back.

The armored warrior, who had been sitting upright on the small stool, stood up, turned his head to look at the three pirate captains, and burned them to ashes with golden-red flames.

It's useless, but it'll look cool.

"Now, I need your strength."

"You are."

The first to react was the leader of the Darkfire Pirates.

As a wandering Space Marine, he knew better than anyone what this nearly 3-meter-tall power armor meant.

He might not be entirely clear on the specific design of the other's armor, but judging from the ornate and intricate patterns reminiscent of the original armor, and the brilliant golden Imperial Eagle soaring above his chest...
"Are you the emperor's son?"

The wandering Space Marine pirate captain exclaimed in surprise.

Imperial Eagle emblem.

In the original timeline, due to the rebellion of the Sons of the Emperor, the Imperial Skyhawk decorations "came into the homes of ordinary people," and the Mark VII armor was also known as the Skyhawk.

But this time the situation is different.

The Emperor's Son not only did not rebel and join Chaos, but also served as the direct legion of Warmaster Fugrim in resisting the evil Iron Hand. He was betrayed by the evil Horus on the Istvan III.

Despite being attacked from both sides, they successfully intercepted the enemy at the cost of almost their entire legion and killed the Primarch of the Iron Hand.

To commemorate the near-annihilation of the Sons of the Emperor's Legion, even forty millennia later, only the Sons of the Emperor's Legion can still possess the glory of wearing the Imperial Skyhawk.

The fact that the golden eagle on the powered armor could spread its wings and soar clearly indicated his identity.

Judging from his height, the patterns and decorations on his armor, and his ghostly speed, this Space Marine from the Sons of the Emperor Chapter is most likely a Chapter Master!
Commander of the Emperor's Son Battle Group!
The newly formed guild leader actually appeared in front of him, just when he was someone who had abandoned his mission and was spending his days plundering aimlessly in the vortex!
How embarrassing!

The Darkfire Pirates' Space Marines were drenched in sweat.

"May I ask, sir, who exactly are you?"

“I am Casgar, Casgar Sherlock,” said the Astartes warrior in his purple-gold armor.

"I need your help."

As he spoke, Casca slowly walked towards the three pirate crews, stopping about 5 meters in front of them amidst the rising flames.

"My lord, what do you desire?"

Upon seeing this, Dabus, the leader of the Red Hook Pirates, greeted them with a smile.

"Anything we can do, we will definitely do our utmost to assist you!"

The speed at which the opponent moved just now showed how terrifying this big shot was; he was far beyond what these scattered pirates could handle.

"It's simple, I want your fleet."

Casca speaks without any ambiguity.

"I hope to integrate all your pirate fleets and charge into the Silent Star System together."

"My lord! You're not joking, are you?"

Dabus's non-mechanical side of his face twitched slightly, but eventually calmed down: "That star system is precisely where Lord Huron and the Imperial envoy negotiated, how could we possibly—"

"No need to say anything more to him, Dabus! If you want us dead, just do it!"

With the agility of an Eldar, Waldra took the first step, his blade slashing down with the momentum—

"what?"

Just as the blade in her hand was about to strike the opponent's armor, it was as if the opponent had become ethereal, and the blade passed directly through the opponent's body without leaving even the slightest trace of touch.

"What kind of witchcraft is this?"

"No, no, no, don't hit me yet, let's talk this out—"

"My lord, our fleet may not look big, and it may seem like a bunch of dilapidated things, but these are just some small businesses that my brothers and I have risked our lives to build up in this chaotic and dangerous whirlpool."

“Sir, if you desire anything else, I, Dabus, swear on the name of my Red Hook Pirate Crew, I will do my utmost. But this fleet…”

"Could you make an exception?"

With a forced smile, Dabus stepped forward and pulled away the Eldar Void Dreamer, who was surprised to have lost to the speed he was so proud of.

“You may have misunderstood something,” Casca shook his head. “I’m not here to ask for your opinions.”

“This is our order to you—I need a sufficiently powerful pirate fleet to accompany me into the heart of the negotiations between the two sides.”

“Someone is trying to sabotage these negotiations and plot to kill the two chapter commanders. I need a fleet strong enough to stop this from happening and to break into the fray.”

After Casca finished speaking, the entire cabin fell into absolute silence once again.

How can it be?

This is a question that lingers in everyone's mind.

Large fleets of the Mantis Warriors Chapter and the Red Scorpion Chapter are in the Silent System. If this intervening third party can even destroy these two powerful Space Marine Chapters...
Aren't these pirates just going to their deaths?

The silence continued.

".good!"

Unexpectedly, the leader of the Darkfire Pirates, a pirate space marine, nodded in agreement.

"Dark Knight, have you gone mad?"

"You're just going to give him your entire fleet like that?"

That's right.

At this moment, an almost tangible fighting spirit gleamed in his eyes beneath his helmet.

“But before I agree to your terms, hero Casgar, I would like to have a match with you.”

"If I lose, I will surrender the entire pirate crew!"

He yearns for a battle against the strong, and a glorious expedition like those in the legends of ten thousand years ago.

Forced into the whirlpool, living a life of aimless piracy with his comrades, he no longer wanted to continue.

Of course, whether he would believe that the person in front of him was the rebirth of the hero Casgar or some kind of imposter would only be known after testing him!
"it is good."

An Astartes warrior who enjoys challenging strong enemies.

Compared to those cunning and calculating individuals, Casca naturally prefers this simple and direct approach.

He stood there, his hands empty (because when he woke up he had no weapons except for this suit of armor), staring blankly at the other person.

"let's start."

"Alright! You guys step back a bit, let me see if this is really the legendary hero Casgar."

The pirate space marine turned around and spoke to his many space marine brethren behind him.

"offend!"

As he spoke, a faint blue light flashed on his black iron fist, and he swung his power fist, charging straight towards Casca's location at the speed of a cannonball.

"Good explosive power, but the force is too reckless, and the focus is too concentrated on punch speed, so that the body is full of openings."

Kasgar did not display the speed he had shown earlier, but instead fought him with the strength of a normal Space Marine.

Even so, with Casca's combat experience and skills, he was still able to easily defeat this Space Marine who called himself "Dark Warrior".

"Pay attention to power control, and always leave room for the opponent to counterattack."

As Kasgar dodged past, he aimed one hand directly at the opponent's rib area, which lacked armor protection.

The Space Marine pirate had exerted too much force earlier, so it was impossible for him to instantly retract his force and complete the defense.

Even so, the Dark Space Marine showed no fear whatsoever.

The jet-black armor beside him suddenly opened in the next moment, revealing what was hidden within.

It was a pitch-black cannon barrel.

Bang!
Just as Casca was about to close in on its opponent, the cannon opened fire.

But just as the explosive bolt was about to pierce Casca's armor, golden-red flames suddenly erupted, burning the bomb and its impact to nothingness.

"Interesting, using a feint to launch a sneak attack."

"A good disguise. If I didn't have enough strength, I might have really gotten hurt because of it."

The next moment, Casgar stopped the opponent's advancing punches and momentum, his fingers stopping at the unarmored area under the opponent's ribs.

"I lost."

The man who called himself the "Dark Warrior" took a half step back, then resolutely knelt on one knee.

"Dvorz Cole, former company commander of the Tiger Claw Regiment's Fifth Company, and the remnants of the Tiger Claw Fifth Company, are now under the command of Imperial Hero Casgar!"

DeWaltz Cole pounded his fist against the armor on his chest, producing a loud clanging sound.

This armor was a unique set of weapons he had taken from one of the Iron Warriors on a transport ship of a certain Iron Empire (Peturabo's small empire) when he was still a member of the Tiger Claw Chapter.

The technical sergeants at the time modified the existing Mark 7 armor of the Empire to create the final product of the power armor.

The purpose is to be able to launch a surprise attack at such a time.

"Damn it, you dark knight, you pretended to be so honest, but you're actually a cunning devil!"

"I bet they're planning to use that trick on me!"

Meanwhile, the short Davos was jumping around, seemingly indignant at the other party's seemingly honest but actually cunning nature.

"Get up, Space Marine."

Cassius reached out and pulled him up.

"Tell me, what happened that turned you from the Tiger Claws into a pirate?"

The Tiger Claw Chapter, one of the many chapters that everyone considers lost in the warp.

But centuries later, remnants of the few remaining companies of this warband reappeared within the Empire.

This was originally a good thing—as long as they could replenish the genetic seeds and manpower, they could completely rebuild the warband.

However, for some unknown reason, their requests to unlock their gene seeds and rebuild the chapter were rejected, and the surviving senior officer, Captain Vitara, disappeared shortly after sending their seeds to Terra for purity testing.

After the genetic seeds and manpower replenishment ceased, the remaining remnants of the Tiger Claw Legion soon disappeared without a trace.

At the time, there were rumors within the High Court that this wasn't necessarily a bad thing—because the warband was considered a product of a cursed army, so it was better for it to die.

"Yes."

"In the eyes of those scoundrels, our lives and deaths are utterly insignificant."

The Tiger Claw Chapter fought tooth and nail for the survival of the human empire, and in the end, even the Chapter Leader disappeared in Holy Terra without any trial, never to be heard from again.

They were also regarded as an ominous product of the cursed army, and not only did they not receive the honor they deserved, the remaining surviving Astartes warriors were also regarded as mere expendable material by the Imperial High Lords.

curse!

Without the orders of those powerful figures, even their burning desire to rebuild the Legion is futile. How can an unrecognized Chapter defend the Imperium of Man?

"In the end, it was Lord Huron who preserved the last strength of our Tiger Claw Legion."

The Space Marine from Tiger Claw wanted to say more, but suddenly realized that there were two other pirate crews beside him.

There are some things that cannot be revealed yet.

"In short, if it's to save Brother Huron, I, we are all willing to risk this entire ship to repay his loyalty!"

A scholar dies for a confidant.

After the Imperium of Man discarded these heroes who had fought countless years in the Warp like trash, it was Huron, the Chapter Master of the Starclaws, who, bearing the bloody ties that tore apart the Codex Astartes, brought the remaining Tigerclaw forces under his command.

Not only are their equipment the same as the original Starclaw Space Marines, but in the new Chapter, these Tiger Claw warriors can also sense something from Chapter Master Huron that they have never felt before.

--respect.

Huron truly treated all his Space Marines like an older brother.

That's something that the cold, hard dispatch documents and decrees of human empires could never deliver.

With Huron's help, most of the Tiger Claw Chapter was absorbed into the Star Claws.

However, some Tiger Claw Space Marines, like him, were disillusioned with the Imperium's arrangements and were unwilling to continue carrying out orders to defend the Great Vortex within the Imperium's territory.

Wang Xiulun also pointed out a clear path for these brothers.

—He went to that great whirlpool to become a pirate.

In a sense, these Space Marines from the outlaw Darkfire Pirates could be considered Wang Xiulun's "black gloves," handling some of the more difficult problems for him to deal with.

"If what you say is true, and Lord Huron is about to be framed..."

"As members of Tiger Claw, we have a duty to serve, even if it means being completely destroyed!"

Faced with Kasghan's powerful yet restrained strength, the former Tiger Claw Space Marine chose to believe his side's story.

The opponent's strength was even more terrifying than any chapter leader he had ever seen. Judging from the opponent's combat power, his words were very likely true!

The person in front of him was indeed Kasgar, the hero who sacrificed himself on the planet Eastfan III ten thousand years ago!

So this Space Marine clad in magnificent purple-gold armor, as the husband of Primarch Vograim, the Imperial Warmaster, is actually one of them.
—Uncle!?

"You trusted them so easily? Just because you're both Space Marines?"

They saw that their usually most taciturn and serious rivals had all turned against the mysterious space warrior they were meeting for the first time.

Tsk.

These barbaric space marines really do have a peculiar brotherhood. It's disgusting.

"They really are simple-minded creatures, easily handing over the foundation they worked so hard to build to others!"

Wild monkey~ Wild monkey~
Those monkeys are so stupid!

But as a member of the noble Spirit Clan, she was different.

Although she could sense that the Space Marine was emanating a psychic power that she found somewhat familiar, she also felt that his psychic level was extremely high, stronger than her own and the Eldar prophets she had encountered before.

But she still dared to challenge that person.

Why? Because she holds the leverage.

“Space Marine, your psionic power is about to overflow; I can feel your strength.”

"But if you think you can subdue us by brute force, you are sorely mistaken."

As she spoke, the captain of the Void Dreamer pirate crew gracefully displayed her slender figure as a member of the Elven race, confidently raising her head and revealing a smile.

“Just now, I sent a message to my fleet via psionic communication—if I die or give the order, they will launch a suicide attack on the other two pirate fleets in the next moment.”

"Especially the Darkfire Pirates!"

Didn't you want a pirate fleet?

I won't give it to you even if I destroy it all!
“You may be very strong, but what you want is our fleet, not our lives.”

"We pirates are in a business where we risk our lives. We're not afraid of your death threats, you barbarian monkey. No matter how powerful you are, the chips are still in our hands."

Waldela finished her statement with a smug look.

These Darkfire Space Marines only have brotherhood on their minds;
That Dabus also only has some clever and shrewd tricks;
True wisdom, however, can be seen in her living to the age of 18, the Void Dreamer, Voldra!

Game theory, you understand? Game theory!

When there is no way to defeat the opponent in front of you, fighting to the death can actually help you escape the predicament!

If you're reckless enough, no one can take your life!
“I will not allow you to use my fleet to launch a suicide attack on the Sadness Galaxy, and I hope you will not link this to me.”

"Even if I don't, you might still be able to have two fleets; but if we both suffer heavy losses, you might end up not even having one fleet!"

Waldela chose to protect himself.

"Really?" Kasga's tone held a rare hint of a smile. "Son of Asuyan, do you really think so?"

He even specifically addressed the other party as "Son of Asuyan" in the Ling language.

“What kind of address is this? Mortal?” Waldra frowned. “Perhaps you do know a little about the noble greetings of our Eldar, but I think—”

Click.

The next moment, Casca's golden-red flames covered her entire body.

"Holy fuck!?"

Accompanied by a howl filled with psionic shrieks, Waldra's terrified screams instantly filled the entire cabin.

"Alien woman, are you crazy?"

Dabus then let out a dissatisfied howl.

"Asuyan?"

"."

"Asuyan? You've been reborn from the ashes, haven't you?"

"."

"Father of the gods! Great God! Answer my question, are you—who are you?"

"."

To Waldra, the armored giant before him seemed to have been silent for almost a century.

Then, he slowly turned his head towards her and spoke.

"I am a wild monkey."

"No! I can feel the scorching heat of those flames, just like back in the Eldar Ark shrine—"

Waldra suddenly remembered an old legend.

Princess Yrel is rumored to be the most outstanding genius in Eldar history, the owner of the most powerful Eldar pirate fleet.

According to her words, the Spirit God Asuyan has been reborn and is now walking in the world, though he disappeared from this world a long time ago.

Princess Irene has been searching for him with all her might.

Waldela has always believed this to be a legend.

"Asuyan, I beg you! I beg you to help me and my sisters break the curse of the Thirsty Lady!"

She longed day and night for the day when she could be freed from the mark of Slaanesh's soul!
Waldra could feel that the trace of Slaanesh on his body was fading in the flames!
"god!"

But God's answer was merciless.

"I am a wild monkey."

This is what God said.

Waldela: "."

"Great Asuyan, I offer my fleet to serve you. The Eldar pirate Voldra and all the pirates of the Black Claw Pirates pledge their allegiance to you!"

Her face was ashen, and she lay prostrate on the ground.

whee.

So cool.

It wasn't showing on Casca's helmet, but he was already feeling incredibly good inside.

Is this the most arrogant Elven race?

The way they crawled on the ground was really hilarious!
Not only Casca, but it seemed that the leaders of the other two pirate crews were also covering their mouths and chuckling.

The Eldar rarely suffer setbacks, let alone adopt such a subservient stance.

“Watch your words and actions, Waldra,” Casca said with a hint of exasperation. “Give me your hand.”

Bear!
As the flames engulfed him, the heavy burden that had been weighing on Waldra was instantly lifted!

"!"

Waldela could hardly believe that all of this was happening right before his eyes.

"Lead your fleet and tell the other fleets in the Maelstrom that they have Eldar pirates that I can remove the mark of the Thirsty Lady from them."

"I need the help of all Eldar. By the way, if you are able, I hope you can inform Princess Yrel of the name Casgar."

As for Irelia Kasgar, he had heard that her fleet had grown to the size of the largest pirate fleet in Eldar history.

However, I don't have the other person's contact information.

"Okay! Uh."

Waldela nodded vigorously.

But how should we address this great man who possesses the divine power of Asuyan?
Due to the Eldar's reproductive methods, they are destined to need to absorb a large number of "genetic seeds".

Therefore, the Ark Eldar, including her who joined the pirate faction from the Ark Eldar, all refer to themselves as the daughter of Asuyan.

Therefore, Casca before them was...
--father!

"Am I the only one left?"

Dabus looked around.

No?

You two have both recognized each other as father and mother, leaving me the only one with no relatives to rely on, right?
"In that case, what else is there to say?"

Dabus bowed respectfully to Casca.

A being who could be regarded as a god by the Eldar and as a hero by the Space Marines.
Even if this investment is very risky, it definitely has the value of helping the other party make their first fortune.

"The Red Hook Pirate Crew is ready to serve."

(End of this chapter)