Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 233 That wretched Chaos, how dare he claim to be the son of the Emperor!
Before the current chapter leader of the Son of the Emperor could speak, Kasgar had already taken a step forward, walking towards his opponent with a movement that seemed to travel through the void.

I can't bear it.

If it were another warband, such as a bad warband like the Malicious Warriors, even if Kasgar was angry, he would at most teach the other party a lesson, but he wouldn't risk exposing his own identity to fight to the death with the other party.

But these people!

These people, however, used the title of the emperor's son to indulge in extravagance and debauchery, using his past achievements to justify their depraved behavior.
They've always been using the names of Kasgar and Fugrim!
Casca really couldn't maintain his composure in front of this arrogant and domineering son of the emperor anymore.

It's time to clean house!

"Who?"

Despite the Imperial Sons Chapter's overall disarray, [Salakis], as the Chapter Master of the newly formed Chapter, could not possibly defeat his opponent, but it was not impossible for him to withstand two or three of his attacks.

The next moment, the chapter commander, who was trying to block the sudden attack with his hands, was instantly sent flying from one end of the fortress monastery to the other, crashing heavily into the exquisitely carved and fragrant wall.

Stupid!
The next moment, a field of psychic energy expanded throughout the fortress monastery hall, blocking the view of all the bewildered sons of the emperor.

Kasgar did not immediately reveal his signature golden-red flames; in fact, he was still dressed in the disguise he had worn as the prince.

Or rather, let's give these people with such narrow forearms even the slightest bit of hope.

When he reveals his true identity, their despair and regret will slightly alleviate Casca's anger at this moment.

However, he seemed to have overestimated the true strength of this son of the emperor and the leader of the warband.

Even though he didn't use his full strength, his attack still slammed the opponent hard against the wall, knocking him unconscious.

Even less powerful than Otis, the Chapter Master of the Red Scorpion.
How did this son of an emperor become the chief commander?

With such laughable reaction speed and vigilance, how can he call himself the leader of the founding group?

While sparring with and giving pointers to the Red Scorpion Chapter Leader, Kasgar also experienced the strength of his physical body without using psionic energy.

One punch would be more than enough to knock down the battle leader.

Thinking that if I added a little more force, the other party wouldn't be seriously injured, and it would also serve as a warning.

But who knows——

This idiot couldn't even withstand a single, fully charged attack from Casca!

What a disappointment!

What a disappointment!

How dare someone of this caliber claim to be the son of an emperor?
You're so angry that even your ancestors came back to life!

Casgar felt as if his hands were about to strike these worthless sons of the emperor again.

"Is this the ability of the Emperor's Son Battle Commander?!"

"Who else dares to come up and challenge us?"

"Is that all?"

"Is this the ability of the emperor's son?"

"Or is it that you have absolutely no sense of honor whatsoever?"

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Looking at the mysterious being standing in the fortress monastery, shouting angrily, Titus also looked at the other with a gaze that was a mixture of sympathy and relief.

Although the other party was currently dressed as an ordinary son of an emperor, judging from his surging rage, Titus could tell his identity without even having to guess.

Casca.

This hero, once the son of an emperor, could not help but feel sorry for the prince after seeing his current state of depravity and decadence.

call.

Luckily he was an extreme warrior, otherwise he would have been in serious trouble.

He at least considered himself an extreme warrior.

If Robert Guilliman, the father of his genes, were to wake up and see that the human empire he had ruled for seven thousand years had become such a wretched sight, he would surely be just as angry as he was in Casca.

Hope everyone is okay.

"Quick! Sound the alarm and stop him from causing further destruction!"

After their initial panic, the sons of the emperor anxiously raised their ornate longswords to block Casgar.

The emperor's son, who had only ever served in ceremonial guards (and other species), had never seen anything like this before.

Although these people appeared to be blocking Casca's advance, their posture, body language, and the trembling in their voices suggested that they had never encountered the current situation before.

After all, even the leader of the battle group, who had always been the face of the battle group and possessed the strongest combat power, was defeated by the enemy in one blow. What use would these little minions be if they went up there to die?
If the battle leader can't even last one round, how can they?
The morale of the entire Son of the Emperor was on the verge of complete collapse.

Casgar: "."

The sons of emperors have not only forgotten their past glory.

They had even completely forgotten the combat techniques that Kasgar had taught them before, such as how to spread out when facing powerful enemies!

One or two of them were shaking like leaves, and they were all standing in a row in front of each other. They didn't know how to spread out their positions to fly the kite!

He forgot everything he had been taught!

No, it seems there is more.
Just as Casca was about to give each of them a giant sinus, a sharp whooshing sound came from behind him.

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The rapiers struck Kasgar's psionic shield, and seeing that the attack had failed, the assassin concealed himself again and retreated rapidly, preparing to look for another opportunity to attack.

at last!

After being ambushed, Cascafy felt no anger, but rather a surge of joy from the bottom of his heart.

really!

I told you, there are still some capable fighters among the Emperor's Sons!
Even if the entire battle group is utterly corrupt, decadent, and worthless, there are still a few individuals who can shoulder the responsibility.
They shouldn't be so useless that the entire battle group is incompetent.
The rapier that just launched a sneak attack was fast, accurate, and ruthless, clearly the work of a swordsman who had studied swordsmanship extensively.

Although this is merely the average level of a typical Astartes monk, Kasgar has already placed far too low expectations on the Son of the Emperor.
He would be very happy if there was even one human among all the sons of the emperor.

Then, before Kasgar could even show a relieved smile, he saw that the Emperor's Son swordsman behind him seemed to have some medicine canisters attached to his power backpack.

And those medicine bottles seemed to be infusing him with new strength at that moment.

That's right, medication.

In these fortieth millenniums, the son of the emperor has survived to this day, so it is impossible that he has no fighting power at all.

Although the entire legion was irreversibly marching toward decadence and depravity, some of the emperor's sons seemed to persist in training due to the ancient swordsmanship tradition within the legion, hoping to become qualified and powerful swordsmen.

This is good, but in these ten thousand years, in the countless battles and fights between countless swordsmen of countless generations, something gradually broke the balance between swordsmen's duels.

—Stimulant.

This potion, originally intended to allow Space Marines to put on a final stand even after being severely wounded or exhausted, gradually became popular in the duels of the Emperor's Sons.

In the early duels between the imperial princes, winning or losing was not so important; honor was the primary concern.

Those who use drugs illegally will be looked down upon by everyone in the warband.

But as time went on, a trend of thinking that everyone was using it, and that I would be losing out if I didn't, gradually spread throughout the entire Son of the Emperor.

In any case, when you actually go to the battlefield, the alien and chaos enemies won't show you any mercy just because of your self-righteous glory.

In order to strengthen the entire Imperial Prince Battle Group, they will definitely need to vigorously develop even more powerful stimulant drugs.

Drug development has entered the next phase of the arms race.

In addition, the unique number of apothecaries in the Imperial Sons' brigade enabled the entire Imperial Sons' brigade to develop faster and more effective medicines under the influence of the duels.

Furthermore, the Codex Astartes does not impose any restrictions on apothecaries, which conveniently allows the Sons of the Emperor chapter to expand its army.

Amidst this frenzied push from the entire battle group, the entire Imperial Prince was plunged into a competition of drug development and application.

This has become a distinctive feature of the Sons of the Emperor chapter.

The current imperial prince does use medicine, but he only uses a little bit of it during battle.

The sons of emperors are all-natural, but it is unlikely that the sons of emperors can be all-natural.

Upon seeing the bottles and jars behind the other person, Casca's initial relief immediately turned to disappointment.

Insects.

That's absolutely inhuman!

Casca's face grew even more somber.

Is there not a single normal person in the entire battle group?
"Who the hell are you?!"

"I, as the only member of the Imperium of Man worthy of wearing the Aquila Falcon insignia, issue you this warning—lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, or face bullets from the Sons of the Emperor—"

Snapped.

The moment that guy mustered up the courage to speak to Kasgar, a loud psionic slap left him dazed and disoriented.

The Emperor's Son?

Pooh!
I, Casca, have long seen through you nobles; you are all part of Chaos's conspiracy, their instigation and division!
Damn chaos!
How dare you impersonate the emperor's son to deceive me!
Watch me bring you all back to square one!
"Ouch! My face, my handsome face!" "Stop hitting me, sir! I know you may be jealous, but—ah!"

"I...I know nothing! Guh. I might tell you anything—"

"It hurts...it feels so good!"

tired.

Casca was really tired.

There are no humans left.

In this vast Sons of the Emperor warband, there isn't a single normal human being among them!

Although he had been in a state of extreme rage, to be honest, apart from the first emperor's son he killed, which made him extremely angry, most of the remaining emperor's sons were just beaten up by him.

"Get up, I have something to ask you."

This was also the first time he had revealed his golden-red flames, capable of repairing everything, in front of so many sons of emperors.

As the flames dissipated...

"!"

"This is--"

"father!!!"

"It's Casca! Lord Casca is back!!!"

"Yay! Dad, we're so tired of playing here! When are you going to take us on another expedition to the stars?!"

"It really is Father! Father, please let me see your face, please!"

"Father, do you intend to establish the Emperor's Grandson Battle Group?"

Seeing the throngs of the emperor's sons surrounding him, all eager to fight, Casgar felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

Did you tell them that the Great Expedition was not a vacation?
"roll!"

Kasgar didn't even bother to say anything more to these people. He took a deep breath and then used his psionic powers to pull the chapter commander, who was embedded in the wall, back out.

Golden-red flames surged from Kasgar's hands, engulfing his entire body in the next moment, before Kasgar reached out and gripped him again.

"What do you want to say in your defense, Commander?"

"Hero Kasgar, Father of the Gods. It really is you."

"Welcome back to Son of the Emperor."

"Son of the Emperor? Is this your answer to me?" Casca's gaze beneath his helmet grew colder, and the grip on his hand tightened. "Do you really think I'll believe your pathetic excuse?"

"Tell me, among the current sons of emperors, is there anyone who even remotely deserves that title?"

"Where is the Grand Pharmacist, Melusin, now?"

Kaska asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

Rather than suggesting that this person might be going on vacation to other paradise worlds, it's more likely that she's searching for ways to improve her skills across the galaxy.

Perhaps the current Son of the Emperor is ruined, but Casca still believes that the core team of the great apothecaries—the Son of the Emperor headquarters—can be wiped and rebuilt, but Melusin definitely still has a group of capable and idealistic apothecaries.

Because she wasn't twisted enough, she always felt out of place with the emperor's son.

It's the same regardless of the timeline.

It's just that Casca didn't notice her.

"The Emperor's Son... The Emperor's Son is no longer within your control, Father."

Even as the prince was being held back by Casca and on the verge of death, the warband leader still managed to slip a smile onto his lips.

"You can't kill me. I possess the secret you most desire."

"You need my help if you still think about saving this hopeless world."

It's impossible for Casgar to wipe out the entire founding chapter of the Human Empire's Exemplary (at least the rumors suggest it is) here, the only chapter capable of wielding the Imperial Skyhawk.

The complete destruction of a founding group is truly horrifying. Even the Imperial Fist, when faced with a similar situation, draws reinforcements from its subsidiary groups to maintain morale.

The founding group is the spiritual beacon of its subgroups; it is an indestructible, indelible, and too big to fail entity.

If Kasgar truly wanted to destroy the current Crown Prince, even Red Scorpion, who had always supported him, would have jumped to his side.

This simply doesn't make sense—how could the hero Kasgar not protect his offspring but instead turn on them?

"You need our prestige, and you also need us to win people's hearts for you."

"Father, put me down. Let's talk about the terms."

"Say your terms."

After a moment of silence, Kaska released him and placed him back on the ground.

"Ahem. We only ask to find a peaceful place in this chaotic world."

"This requirement shouldn't be difficult to meet, right?"

In order to maintain this lifestyle, the Emperor's Son's successive warband commanders have all rejected the temptations of chaos that were placed before them.

It's not that chaotic conditions aren't attractive, but rather that only by being the empire's mascot can one ensure a full stomach.

Set it.

The entire Sons of the Emperor has now become a cohesive, unproductive group. Since there's so many of them, it's difficult for Kasgar to punish them, given their incredibly united and unyielding nature.

Pure insects.

"As the lord commander, I can provide you with the pure gene seed that you need most right now, as well as the weapons you used to use."

"There is also the Defiant Fearless Ancient Sage Rellano. I think you should have heard of this name, Father."

"We can even keep track of the movements of the Grand Pharmacist Melusin and inform you of them."

Rellano still couldn't escape the fate of going into the refrigerator.

The original intention of arranging for him to enter the Dreadnoughts was to allow ancient sages to use their prestige and etiquette to educate the future emperor's son and prevent him from going astray.
Who knew that the emperor's son would fall so quickly, that he has remained in the static field ever since.

[Who wants to listen to this old machine spouting some grand philosophy—it doesn't even give us any coins anyway, I'll just shut it down!]

[Children—buzz!]

"Father, what is your opinion?"

However, the other party's proposal was indeed very attractive.

It's not convenient to start a mass killing spree right now.

The name "Son of the Emperor" holds great symbolic significance for human empires.

There's plenty of time to deal with these Casca insects, but if he kills them all in the heat of the moment, his influence within the faction will be greatly reduced in the future. At the same time, he will lose the resources promised by the other party, making it even more difficult to rebuild the imperial prince.

"And what about Fugrim? Have you had even the slightest clue as to how to find the Legion Primarch?"

"This"

The battle commander even seemed a little ashamed as he spoke.

He knows he should feel ashamed.

"Father, I'm sorry, but in all these ten thousand years, we haven't found any clues about Lady Fugrim."

"But rest assured—as long as you spare us and let us continue to be the mascots of the human empire, we will fulfill all your requests. We will also not leak the news of your return."

only.
As he spoke, the Emperor's battle commander pointed behind him.

“Our allies already know about your return. They will be arriving in Chemos soon to discuss cooperation with you.”

"If the communications are correct, their representative is requesting a meeting with you—"

As he spoke, the commander of the Imperial Prince's battle group bowed deeply to him.

"This is it."

Following the opponent through twists and turns and unlocking numerous obstacles, the Emperor's warband finally stopped in front of an extremely sophisticated fortress.

The steel gate, made of some unknown alloy, opened, and what appeared before Casca was an extremely large mechanical construct.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I've long admired your name, hero Casgar."

"Let me introduce myself. I am your Awakener, the designer of the Armor of Destiny on your body, and your potential future ally."

"Dominius Belisarius Caul, the Sage of the Mechanical Order."

As he spoke, the steel behemoth dressed in a red robe bowed to him.

"As you can see, I am not an artificial intelligence."

(End of this chapter)