Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 220 Luo Jia: I am no longer the same as before! (Adding the missing 2K from yesterday)

The integration of the Casgar pirate crew went very smoothly.

At the call of the Void Dreamer Voldra, a large number of Eldar pirate warships emerged from the Maelstrom and swore allegiance to Kasgar after their mark of the Thirsty Lady was removed.

Meanwhile, the Eldar pirates also brought swift and powerful Eldar fighter squadrons to the Casca fleet. Although their numbers were still not large, they were able to outmaneuver the massive enemy with their speed and skill.

Meanwhile, the navigators, composed of several Void Dreamers, began to unleash their psychic powers on the spaceship without any restraint.

While Void Dreamers possess far superior psychic abilities compared to human navigators, their souls are not protected by rigorous training and flashy accessories like those of the Ark Prophets. Furthermore, as navigators for pirate fleets, they must unleash their psychic power during warp voyages.
To Slaanesh, this was nothing short of a delicious little dessert with "eat me" written all over its face.

Wow, there's even a buffet!
However, the ability to traverse the network or the warp is extremely important to the pirate fleet, so even at the risk of being noticed by the Lady of Thirst, they must open up routes for her.

Fortunately, after the golden-red flames had completely burned away, the mark of Slaanesh's soul was gone. All the constraints and doubts surrounding the Void Dreamer would be completely eliminated.

Guided by unreserved psychic power, Casca's fleet could move freely through the great vortex that separated the real world from the warp.

The Space Marines of the Tiger Claw Chapter did not disappoint Casgar.

As warriors of the chapter trained by Guilliman using the Scriptures of Astartes, they were highly experienced in organizing personnel and arranging battles, in no way inferior to senior officers of the 30K era.

To be fair.

While serving as a tool for cleaning up messes, the Book of Astartes also instilled in Space Marines exceptional individual combat skills, making it a valuable operational manual for Astartes warriors in many complex situations.

It encapsulates Guilliman's rich experience in military campaigns and has been continuously improved and revised during his seven thousand years of working overtime, so much so that the current Bible is more advanced than the Bible written by Guilliman when he was supposed to fall asleep at the time.
—There will be more sheets of paper to wipe your butt.

Under the call of the Tiger Claw Space Marines, it seems that more reclusive Space Marines are continuously joining the Casca pirate fleet deep within the Maelstrom—in less than a day, the entire ship has a company of over a hundred Space Marines fighting together.

Despite their rather shabby equipment, as surviving elite soldiers of the Tiger Claw Legion, they were few in number but each one could be considered a cutthroat fighter.

As for equipment, we'll have to rely on that shrewd and slippery guy, Dabus.

This guy somehow got hold of some power armor and tactical gear with the paint and markings removed from the black market. After a simple formation and retraining, the Tiger Claw veterans were quickly able to rejoin the battlefield.

—And this is also the first step after Casca's return.

The Sad Galaxy.

In the abandoned transit station surrounded by the unidentified fleet and Astartes warriors of unknown affiliation, the cries of countless mortals could be heard.

"Traitors! Everyone here is a traitor!!!"

In the fortieth millennium, while the undead demons were rare, the traitorous Space Marines were never few and far between.

Whether it's the Black Legion hiding in preparation for the next Black Crusade, the Chaos Cans that have completely surrendered to one of the Chaos Gods, or the small, split empires of the rebellious Primarchs that have strayed from the human empire.

Or perhaps they are almost entirely absent from existence, existing only in legends as the Midnight Lords.

There are many Astartes Chapters or Legions in this world, but
"These guys let the Mantis Warriors' flagship escape so easily, and they're all heading in our direction!"

After making the difficult decision to break out, Kuren, acting as the Red Scorpion commander, angrily looked at the readings of the astrolabe on the warship in front of him.

The number of unidentified fleets pursuing the Mantis Warrior warships was extremely small, as if they were deliberately ignored.

As their escort ships sailed at full speed, a barrage of artillery fire and torpedoes rained down on the Red Scorpion fleet, creating illusory ripples on the escort ships' not-so-sturdy void shields.

Fortunately, their escort ships were far from the transit station at the time, and they chose to escape immediately. Otherwise, their fleet size would have been no match for the enemy!
The stark contrast made it seem as if he couldn't see that this was Huron's deliberate arrangement to annihilate all of their Red Scorpions!
With such a dense network of firepower covering them, the enemy's intentions are already crystal clear.

"...Huron!"

He was far too naive; he never imagined that the other party was so vicious and cunning, capable of projecting such an advanced fleet onto this sorrowful star system at this moment.

Cullen desperately wanted to take their small fleet back and blast Huron's massive fleet into the blast right then and there. But he had a mission from his old commander: to save all of Red Scorpion's remaining forces!

Later!

After that, he waited until he returned to the human empire's operational base to regroup, and then wiped out the entire Badab sector in one fell swoop, killing that damned Huron traitor!

"Sir! There's another disturbance right in front of our ship!"

"What? It's Huron's fleet?"

"We don't know, sir! It seems to be a pirate fleet, and we don't know their intentions."

"Pirate fleet!"

Cullen rushed to the foremost bridge porthole to look, and saw a large number of hair-like...

Although apart from the three strike cruisers at the very front, the rest were all ragtag pirates—no, how come there are even Eldar airships here?
Kulen frowned as he looked at the ship that clearly stood out from its surroundings.

Who else but Huron could possess such a large pirate fleet?
They colluded with pirate forces within the Great Whirlpool to launch an attack on them, demonstrating the enormity of their crimes!
Not only did he target the abandoned transit station during negotiations, but even the escort fleets of the two battle groups were unable to escape his clutches.

This guy set up so many things just to wipe out the Red Scorpion Legion?
"Right now, let's break through first!"

Cullen didn't have time to think it through: "Keep full speed and fire at those pirate scum!"

"and many more."

"Who?!"

The next moment, Cullen felt a hand on his shoulder.

As the acting leader of the Red Scorpion Squad, his strength has never been weak.

But at this very moment, he never sensed the approach of the person behind him, as if the person had never appeared in this world at all.

How did the other party manage to approach me so silently and stealthily?

Turning around abruptly, he saw a suit of purple-gold armor, even taller than his own body, gleaming in the light of the universe. The exquisite and intricate patterns, combined with the unique and heavy armor style, clearly indicated that it was the finest power armor.

Even in such a tense situation, Cullen couldn't help but admire the man's magnificent armor, which was truly the dream armor of every Space Marine.

Compared to other sons of emperors, Red Scorpion places more emphasis on the purity of his genes, but that doesn’t mean he dislikes this powerful and beautiful armor.

Furthermore, there is a striking golden double-headed eagle with outstretched wings on the chest—a badge of honor that only members of the Sons of the Emperor can wear.

The members from their parent group, Sons of the Emperor, are the chapter leaders of the Sons of the Emperor chapter.
But as far as Cullen knew, the Chapter Master of the Sons of the Emperor did not seem to have this armor, nor did he have such a youthful voice.

And just now, when he turned around to remove the finger that was resting on his shoulder, he could only feel an immense force, as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on his shoulder, leaving him completely immobile.

His power was even greater!?
Just as Kuren was wondering who could possess such magnificent armor, the other person removed his helmet in front of him, revealing his true face.

That was an appearance that only appeared in legendary paintings.

"Red Scorpion warriors."

"The time has come, I'm back."

Kasga said so.

The interior of the ship was pitch black.

Although the ship had to do its best to conceal its presence due to the need for camouflage, traces of the Chaos Demon's corruption were still present in every minute detail of the entire vessel.

The original plan has been progressing very smoothly so far.

Under his massive fleet sweeping attack, the Mantis Warriors and Red Scorpion fleets scattered and fled in disarray.

Not only could no one discover which side of the Astartes they belonged to, but even those who were about to escape would not survive.

—The remaining Red Scorpion fleet will soon be caught up with and wiped out by them.

As long as no one manages to escape from here, no one will ever know whether Huron was the mastermind behind it all.

Next, all they need to do is completely destroy that abandoned transit station, which has been abandoned for who knows how long, and their mission will be complete.

Although some defensive equipment was deployed at the transit station in preparation for the talks.
But compared to the firepower of their fleet, this was far too rudimentary a defensive measure.

"Continue to bombard the transit station and eliminate all evidence and those two battle group leaders."

Looking at the Void Shield that was about to overload, a surge of joy welled up in the heart of this guy who had been meditating in the warp for ten thousand years after the Great Vortex.

Transit station.

After being slaughtered in turn by the Astartes who broke in, almost all the remaining mortals in the hall had been killed.

Only the partially damaged but not completely shut-down machine was still beeping nearby, seemingly sending out distress signals.

But no one will be able to save them.

Outside, a steady stream of Astartes warriors were pouring into the transit station.

At this moment, the two battle commanders, already exhausted from fighting, leaned against the shield generator of the transit station, using their lives to delay their fleet's breakout as much as possible.

Blood gradually spread upwards from the toes of their boots.

Facing a large number of Space Marines who knew nothing about their opponents, the two Chapter Commanders fought to the very last moment.

Moreover, the other party seemed somewhat restrained—not only were their weapons and equipment unsuitable, but they also seemed to be in a state of disharmony, as if they were experiencing a body for the first time.

Some Space Marines were even cut or stabbed to death without blood gushing from the wound.

He doesn't seem like a typical Space Marine.

Although their paint jobs were removed, and they were equipped with only the most basic standard-issue explosive rifles and tactical knives, their weapons and equipment were still quite basic.
But Otis could see from the severed opening that lay hidden beneath a creature with demonic horns and sharp teeth.

That was the appearance of someone deeply corrupted by chaos.

"Pah, the dregs of chaos."

The Mantis Warriors' leader spat. His right breastplate was damaged, and blood was gushing out from the gap.

"Those beasts. It's really malicious of them to try and pin this on Huron."

"Yes."

Otis's face was grim. If this fleet was indeed a minion of Chaos, with their fleet, it was very likely that everything in the Red Scorpion Legion would be reduced to ashes here, and no evidence would remain.

—His greatest fear was about to come true: driven and seduced by chaos, humanity would once again fall into an unnecessary civil war.

Is this a tragedy we can never avoid?

Just as he was feeling sad, the enemy Space Marines seemed to gradually retreat as well—not only did they not break into the shield generator room where the two chapter commanders were guarding, but they were also returning to their flagships in Stormbirds.

It's gone?

"The shield generator is about to overload."

No, it's not just a retreat; the entire transit station is about to be utterly destroyed under enemy fire.

The Void Shield defense is about to become overloaded.

Without the protection of the Void Shield, both their lives and the entire abandoned transit station would be annihilated by the enemy's firepower.

"It seems that the outcome of the Badab War is inevitable."

"The Mantis Warriors' leader, Saltak, exclaimed."

Even if he wanted to spread the news of Chaos's disruption now, it would be to no avail.

Everything will soon be completely incinerated by that large-caliber light spear.
"Huron, take care."

Just as both battle leaders were sheathing their weapons, they faced a moment of despair as they confronted their fate.

A striking golden-red flame began to burn before their eyes.

"This is--"

Psionic teleportation?
click!
The next moment, a giant in purple-gold power armor appeared before them.

Enemy or ally?
It's unclear, but Saltak and Otis drew their blades again.

"Please forgive us for being late, Commanders."

"Let's shut down the weapon's disintegration field first. We're going to wreak havoc on the enemy's warships later."

As they spoke, another surge of psionic energy rose upwards around them.

This mysterious person, who doesn't seek identification, is about to teleport them all away from here!

This might be their only chance of survival, if the person before them could truly be trusted—

Only now were the two commanders able to clearly see the specific appearance of the armor of the person in front of them.

"Imperial Skyhawk? Imperial Prince Color Scheme, who exactly are you?"

Saltak was still pondering why this person had suddenly appeared, while Otis beside him was already speechless with astonishment.

"You are—"

Click.

At that very moment, the psionic spell was completed, and the teleportation to the interior of the mysterious black warship was activated.

At that very moment, the Void Shield could not withstand the relentless bombardment and was overloaded during the continuous barrage of light spears.

"Casgar!?"

As Otis uttered his last words, the light of psionic teleportation enveloped his entire body, and the three of them vanished into the intense heat of the light spear bombardment, a heat capable of melting everything.

"Brothers, get ready to board!"

"For Brother Huron!"

"For Asuyan!!!"

"For...for our pirate crew!"

"Rush!!!"

The shouts were somewhat chaotic.

Just as everyone in the Sad Galaxy was trying to avoid the fleet pouring out from the subspace rift, this unknown pirate fleet that appeared from the outer edge of the galaxy charged straight into the barrage of fire as if it were fearless of death.

Countless pirate ships, equipped in every way possible, began boarding the ships of the mysterious fleet.

Boarding!

Despite the diverse mix of pirates, even their fighter jets and warships were not uniform. A motley crew of aircraft, torpedoes, and laser cannons rose and fell around the warships. Although the mysterious fleet's flagship possessed formidable firepower, seemingly to avoid being recognized, the entire fleet consisted of only a handful of escort and destroyer ships.

Although the pirates were a motley crew, their strength lay in their sheer numbers and perseverance. They relentlessly charged towards the summit, and some of the Eldar pirate ships, even those covered by holographic fields, actually cooperated with humans, whom they had previously looked down upon.

It's really unheard of.

During this relentless and reckless attack, a beam of psionic teleportation flashed, and the two landed safely on the mysterious flagship that had been boarded by pirates.

It was Otis, the leader of the Casgar and Red Scorpion chapters.

As for the Mantis Warriors' leader, Kasgar had just teleported him to the Mantis Warriors' flagship, which was leaving unimpeded.

And before leaving, he reviewed the memories in his mind with the psionic fire—he wouldn't remember Kasgar's appearance or appearance now, only that a powerful psionicist had saved him.

As for the remaining two...
"Hero Casgar! It's you!"

"You're alive!!!"

Before they had even fully landed, the Red Scorpion commander's high-pitched shout had already begun—

Well, enveloped in the flames of Casca, it can't get out anywhere.

"Chapter Commander Otis, I understand how you feel right now."

"But please know one thing—the Inquisition will consider Huron’s power to be beyond their control, and one day they will use the same reasoning to conclude that I am the same."

Casca cannot reveal his identity yet.

In particular, he is currently on the wanted lists of both the Grey Knights and the Inquisition.

Even if the Grey Knights didn't pursue him under the guise of the Ultimate Decree, Kasgar still couldn't reveal that he had already awakened.

Guilliman's experience taught him that even if you are the son of God of the Emperor, even if you possess the entire five hundred worlds of Alteramar, even if you have the full support of all your sons and grandsons.

Once you enter the gates of the Holy Terra Palace, you'll have to have a good fight with that High Lord.

Moreover, the current Highlord Council is controlled by Highlord Van Diehl.

With a person like that, how could he tolerate Casca?

"I need to temporarily borrow a false identity to operate within the human empire and accumulate power."

"Vandil's ambition is too great. If I go to Holy Terra when I am not strong enough, I will only end up with the Siege of Terra 2.0 and another civil war in the human empire under his instigation."

"Your considerations are very insightful, sir."

As Casca spoke, Otis nodded slightly in agreement.

"That's right. So now, and for a long time to come, I will need to lobby back and forth through the sons of the Emperor to restore the Emperor's Sons to their former legion size through constant reorganization."

"And for this first step, I need your help, Otis, the leader of the Red Scorpion Chapter."

"It is my duty! For the sake of humanity!"

Otis knelt on one knee, made the Eagle Salute with his hand in front of his chest, and looked at the other person with unwavering eyes.

In his view, his life had ended the moment the transit station was attacked by a mysterious force not long ago.

Now, not only have I been given a second life, but I am also fortunate enough to have the opportunity to walk alongside ancient mythological heroes and save the fate of the human empire!

Otis's eyes were filled with tears.

Finally, finally!
The guy he had been waiting for, the one who could save the human empire once again, had finally arrived!
After Guilliman fell into a near-permanent slumber, and as the entire human empire relentlessly and madly veered into the abyss, finally someone was able to stand up and turn the tide, preventing the empire from collapsing!
"For humanity."

Casca gestured an eagle across his chest in return.

"However, these ambitious goals are for the future."

"As for now, I am just a champion warrior of the Red Scorpion Legion."

As he spoke, Kasgar's figure shifted, instantly transforming into a Red Scorpion Chapter Space Marine who appeared to be unremarkable in any way.

It looks unremarkable.

"As for the rest, we'll talk while we kill."

As Casca finished speaking, the flames surrounding the two of them dissipated, and the sounds of battle once again filled their ears.

"Let's go, follow me to kill the enemy!"

“Tell me, Otis, how did you come to know me in this power armor, and why did I not awaken in the Sons of the Emperor's fortress monastery, but in some corner of a hive I've never heard of?”

After connecting to the encrypted communication channel, Casca was finally able to speak freely with the other party.

Finally, we've found someone who can answer this question!
So urgent!
This question had been stuck in Casca's mind for a long time.

He couldn't understand it—since the Sons of the Emperor was such a glorious warband, why would his people wake up in the hive?

When the Red Scorpion Captain recognized him the moment he saw the armor on his body, Kasgar knew that this guy must know something about his awakening.

"My lord, as the leader of the Imperial Guard, I can only provide the information I have about this matter."

"explain."

Kasgar casually cleaved through a Chaos Space Marine blocking his way and led Otis forward.

"The plan to awaken you was carried out around the thirty-ninth millennium, when Guilliman, the last imperial son, had fallen into a long slumber, and the Empire needed a leader to guide us forward."

"In a secret meeting of our Sons of the Emperor's group, we ultimately chose to awaken you as the solution."

"Of course, this is just the execution time; the plan began the day you fell into a deep sleep. The Grand Pharmacist Melusin may have been researching how to solve the problems your body would have to endure when you woke up."

"When the research hit a bottleneck, we were fortunate to receive help from the great sage Kaul from the Cult of Mechanism. He proposed that we could contain the ever-increasing spiritual energy by using a set of tightly circulated power armor."

So far, everything has gone smoothly.

"Hmm, it's amazing that Kaul and Bayer were able to work together to save me in this world."

"and then?"

Then how did he fly from the Fortress Monastery of the Sons of the Emperor to the bottom of the Hive City?

"Then."

Otis spoke with some hesitation.

"I'm not entirely clear on the specifics either. The parent organization has blocked the relevant information, and even I can't find out the truth."

"But according to the official records of the Imperial Archives, just as Caul and Melusin were about to deliver one of their crucial research projects, Abaddon launched his twelfth Black Expedition to the Son of the Emperor's homeworld."

Vomit roar.

Sure enough, it's this guy with the pointy head.

The official explanation was that the emperor's son had been invaded by an evil force, resulting in damage to a certain legion's artifact.

"But now it seems that, in order to prevent you from waking up, they transferred the static field in which you were not yet fully awake to their world."

"I generally understand."

With Casca's next move, yet another traitor who dared to stand in their way was decapitated by the Astartes.

At their current pace, the warship's main bridge is just ahead.

"If that's the case, what is the current situation of the Sons of the Emperor's Warband? After ten thousand years, have they changed in any way?"

"Besides the Grand Pharmacist Melusin, is there anyone else I know?"

"Uh"

The usually outspoken Chapter Commander Otis hesitated for a moment.

You paused, didn't you!

"?"

"What's going on? What's wrong with the Sons of the Emperor's Legion?"

Casca had a bad feeling.

It was like the ominous premonition Phyllis had when she saw the steel hand made entirely of machinery from the 40K era on the wrecked spaceship.

No?

Wasn't it supposed to be that the Imperial Princes were the most heroic of all the warbands?
If I heard you correctly, you paused for a moment, right?

"The Sons of the Emperor is indeed a very powerful warband, and their dedication and sacrifice for the Empire are evident to all."

Otis tried his best not to offend anyone with his words.

"But if you want to know the specifics, you may need to go and see for yourself."

"Ok."

There is currently no better way for Casca to do this.

He needs a place where he can develop peacefully, far away from the political center of the human empire.

The trade license that was obtained from the Emperor was originally intended to deal with the Prophet's situation.

Unfortunately, the trading license for wandering merchants that he had obtained from the emperor was not on his person.

When Casca awoke, there was nothing but this meticulously crafted suit of armor.

As for that certificate, it should be kept somewhere on the Imperial Pride—but who knows what will become of the once glorious battleship Imperial Pride ten thousand years from now?

Perhaps only the emperor's son knows about this.

—After the Badab War ends, he really needs to make a trip to Chemos, the homeworld of the Sons of the Emperor, to see for himself what the Sons of the Emperor's Chapter will be like ten thousand years later.

But we'll have to wait until the Badab War ends.

"Otis, you and the rest of the pirates wait here."

"This is not territory for you to meddle in."

With that, Kaska kicked open the last door blocking his way.

—The door leading to the main bridge.

boom!
The steel door panel flew off, revealing a section of the main bridge shrouded in dark mist.

“I have been waiting for you for a long time, Casgar Sherlock.”

The moment he kicked open the door and stepped onto the main bridge, which was filled with chaotic power, a voice rang out from all directions around Casca.

"Luojia, there's no need to play tricks, I know it's you."

"After so many years, is this how you treat an old friend?"

Kasgar gently burned away the black mist that dared to approach him with his flames: "And, you came here from the warp, did you ever think about the ever-present darkness?"

Corax.

After the Great Rebellion ended, Luo Jia was blocked at the door for ten thousand years by Corax (who had turned evil).

Therefore, this name was particularly useful to him.

The voice fell silent the moment it heard the name.

"Who?"

Luo Jia asked again, as if incredulous.

Corax!
Who else could it be?

Kasga found Luo Jia's slow reaction laughable.

Seriously, has subspace meditation made your brain go crazy?
Weren't you blocked at the door by Corax?

hiss.

It seems there really isn't one.

Kaska scratched his helmet.

It seems they've forgotten that the massacre at the Istvan 5 landing site didn't occur in this timeline.

Therefore, most of the Raven Guard's forces were still present, but they were unable to cross the warp storm to reach Terra immediately.

There's no need for Corax to keep chasing after Luo Jia and beating him up.

Since Corax didn't have a chance to beat you up this time.
—Then I'll do it!
Casca slowly walked forward.

"Come out, time is not on your side, Luojia!"

“All factions within the human empire are keeping a close eye on this place. Although you have cut off communications, they must have noticed something amiss.”

"Their fleet is currently heading towards the Sorrowful Star System. If you can't defeat us quickly, Luo Jia..."

"Your plan to frame Huron is likely to fail completely."

Of course, what has Luojia accomplished that hasn't ended in failure?

"hehe."

A thick black aura gradually condensed and took shape, and a tall monster, like a demon, appeared before Casca the moment the mist dissipated.

“Casca, you are still as wise as you were ten thousand years ago.”

"But unfortunately, you will still die here."

"Because I am no longer the same as before!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of chaotic energy erupted from his body.

(End of this chapter)