Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 269 So Cute and Adorable When Meeting the Emperor (Part 2)
【What's this?】

[Phew, at least we can finally get back together!]

Drawn by the ball of light, the two swords in Casca's hands seemed to be summoned and rose into the air, colliding with the ball of light in the sky.

Almost at the same moment of fusion, the flames in Casca's hands burst forth and burned within the fused orb of light—

What should we say at this point?

Shouting "Rise again, my love!"?
Kasga didn't know, or rather, he wasn't sure how to deal with this situation that he longed to encounter but was so shy and at a loss when he actually did.

What is he going to do to express his opinion?

But everyone's here, Emperor Mortalian and Loliman are watching us. Would it be too hasty to just hug her and shower her with kisses while she's crying? But what if I act too indifferently? Will Forgrim be angry? After all, this is our first meeting in ten thousand years. What if her inferiority complex kicks in again? What should I do?
There was no time to think further. As the power of the flames was restored, the body of the former Imperial Warmaster Vograim was reconstructed before his eyes—the clothes she was wearing before she disappeared were also restored at the same time.

While Kasgar was still contemplating how to face Forgrim, whom he would meet again after ten thousand years, she appeared before him, clad in her magnificent crimson cloak as an Imperial Warmaster.

Her long, flowing silver hair cascaded down naturally, creating a fragrant breeze. Her bright, amethyst-like eyes met his gaze, filled with tender affection.

“Forgrim. Me.”

What are you saying?!

Hey, you shut-up, get moving!

Everyone's watching! The Emperor, Mortalian, and Loliman are all watching!
Fugrim is watching you too!

As Furym returned to the world under the restoration of the psionic flames in Kasgar's hands, Kasgar, who had been extremely meticulous and patient in his plans for the Phoenix Sons' rise to power and eventual seizure of control on Holy Terra, was now utterly speechless.

What are you saying?

"There's nothing more to say, Casgar."

Just like ten thousand years ago, they were of one mind. She smiled gently and slowly cupped Casca's slightly nervous face.

"I"

Do you think I would deny your efforts to save us all because of this?

"In fact, I like this clumsy look the most."

As he spoke, Fugrim licked his lips and kissed him on the forehead.

She's so kind; she's always supported Casca with the gentlest words and actions.

It just seems...
It seems that Fugrim's true form is somewhat different from when he had two swords in his hand and they were arguing on his shoulder before.

"But... I seem to hear something different about you in the fragments of the stabbing sword and the cleaving sword."

"they--"

A slightly cold hand covered his mouth.

Then, Kasgar saw the other person's ambiguous, threatening expression.

"Casgar—"

"You don't remember anything, right?"

All the memories were merged.

Previously, on Casca, her two fragments argued and exposed each other's weaknesses on Casca's shoulder, revealing her true nature.
She remembers everything.

【.】

[Ahem, alright, I hope you two can continue your efforts for the revival of the human emperor.]

Next up, Mortalian.

As the Emperor's voice rang in everyone's ears, Mortalian stepped forward a few paces and put his power scythe on his back.

"I am back."

【Um】

The two socially awkward individuals seemed to have exhausted all their language abilities after just one greeting, and they just stood there facing each other without saying a word.

"We don't need to say more, I understand your meaning and expectations."

“I will continue to serve this damned empire, but not because of you.”

Despite Mortalian's high praise for the Emperor during his conversation with Mathieu.

But when it came down to face, he found it hard to admit that the Emperor was right, and that he was just a rebellious child dissatisfied with the route the other had planned.

Can't speak.

I simply can't bring myself to speak.

The same seems to be true for the Emperor's side.

【.】

After speaking, Mortalian slowly stepped back—for these two taciturn father and son, these words were enough to rival the amount of conversation they had had over several years.

As for you, Guilliman, thank you for your hard work on the Internet technology.

【mine.】

Daughter—no, that's not right.

【son】

"You! You hesitated just now! Didn't you!"

Loriman was extremely angry at his brief silence.

What does it mean to say that I'm working hard for the sake of internet technology?
"And how did you know about my exchange of network technology with that alien witch?"

You didn't actually conspire with those aliens beforehand to have me seduce them, did you?
Then I recall the Eldar prophet Eldrad claiming that he and the Emperor were old friends.
wrong? !
Could this old man Huang have actually been involved in such a plan?
【.】

The emperor remained silent.

However, this time it seems that it's not just because of social anxiety.

Could it be...?

Could it be that turning Guilliman into a little girl and sending him to seduce Evelynn (so he wouldn't be able to challenge anyone to a duel) was also part of the Emperor's plan?!
Kaska suddenly shuddered.

Thinking of Eldrad, the Eldar swordsmanship the Emperor had used when teaching Horus, and some of the rumors surrounding this guy, it seems...
【Shh】

A voice that, by all accounts, should never have come from the human emperor standing before him rang in Casca's ears.

It's unclear whether it was because Casca successfully burned down Nurgle Garden that a fragment of humanity was able to return to his body.

He's much more lively than Casca had initially imagined.

You can leave now. I need to talk to Casca about something.

After giving the Primarchs a warning about threats from all over the world (and a whole host of familiar questions), the Emperor opened his armory to the Primarchs still in the Empire.

During this trip, Casgar acquired a prototype of a bomb gun personally crafted by the Emperor.

As a weapon widely used by the human empire, the bomb gun did not originate from the Dark Ages, but was a product designed by the Emperor.

In the past, the Emperor created the prototype of this bomb gun based on his knowledge of existing weapons.

Naturally, the craftsmanship used by emperors would be many times superior to that of ordinary people.

Since his return, Casca has indeed not had any suitable expeditionary weapons—but when it comes to a round where long-range firepower is needed, this prototype of the bomb gun, made by the Emperor himself, will surely bring an extra surprise to the enemy.

As for the Emperor's treasures, the [Emperor's Sword], which possesses the power to extinguish demonic flames, it was bestowed upon Fugrim.

As the Imperial War Commander, possessing this sword that symbolizes the Emperor's great glory will surely rekindle people's fascination with the great Emperor.

Faced with Roboute Guilliman, who had lost all his fighting ability, the Emperor chose to give the largest amulet, forged from his True Armor, to Loriman.

Although Loliman no longer has the ability to fight anyone one-on-one, she still has some means of retaliation against potential assassinations or attacks in the future.

Network technology is of paramount importance.

By sacrificing Guilliman's charms slightly, Evelyn's maternal instincts can be awakened, allowing her to temporarily acquire some knowledge of the online world from him, thus making final preparations for building her online network.

Thus, in today's xenophobic human empire, diplomatic relations between the two sides can find a place through marriage.
This is a great deal!
As humanity's last hope, Lord Roboute Guilliman of Altera sacrificed his virtue to become the Savior, even though the Eldar would consider him a liar, a traitor, and a thief who stole Web Secrets.
It's all up to you, Guilliman!

As for the last thing served to Mortalian, it was an exquisitely carved incense burner from the Emperor's collection—it was said that this incense burner would continuously release a calming effect.

Regarding weaponry, Mortalian seemed to trust his own weapons more and did not accept any gifts from the Imperial Armory.

Wait. Before you leave, Casca, you'll stay here for now.

I have something else to say to you.

For me?
Kasgar looked around blankly, then focused his gaze back on the skeleton perched on the high platform.

Even at this moment, an invisible mist still shrouded him, making it seem impossible for Casca to perceive the other's true existence from his perspective.

Even now, it's still the same. "It's alright, Casca."

"We'll wait for you outside."

Fugrim spoke in a very gentle voice.

Although her image has been completely destroyed by those two pieces of gossip that are inexplicably flying around and spreading rumors, but!
She always tries to be the first to salvage the situation.

As she walked out of the Golden Throne Hall with Mortalian, Loliman, and others, Kasgar was once again left alone in this desolate hall filled with the aura of death.

“We’ve spoken separately many times, Emperor of Man.”

Kasgar felt that the mysterious being before him seemed to have something he wanted to tell him.

But it was never explicitly stated—for some unknown reason, all Casca could receive were riddles, riddles.

There are even more riddles.

But it was precisely at this moment that Casca felt the image of the other person in his mind became a little clearer.

Casca, Casca

You have now fully possessed your power. Congratulations!

This is your strength, and your still limitless potential.

Just as Horus grew from an unknown hoodlum to a Primarch in an instant on his home planet Kosonia, the greater the potential, the more it needs to lie dormant within oneself until the moment one truly understands oneself before it erupts.

As for a negative example—that would be Angron.

He was able to fight and kill the Eldar who came to intercept him from birth.

"I understand that when you talk about my potential, you mean the Phoenix King Asuyan of the Spirit Race, right?"

Although Kasgar himself is unwilling to admit it, it seems that all the current indications point to his power coming from the Eldar chief god, Phoenix King Asuyan.

Kasgar didn't understand why a human like him could possess the power of the Eldar chief god, even though he was a transmigrator; this situation seemed rather strange.

The Eldar from the Ark aren't all dead, so why are you looking for me, a human?
This is a question that Casca has pondered countless times but has never been able to understand.

No, you did absorb his blessing, but actually...

The emperor paused for a moment, as if taking a deep breath.

It's much more complicated.

It's still a riddle, it's still a riddle!
Casca is getting a little anxious.

"In that case, is there anything you really want to tell me, besides those riddles that I can't understand at all?"

[Vashtor, the Creator, is searching for the key.]

Finally, the emperor spoke human language.

"I must stop its plan?"

No, we need to take advantage of its recklessness.

The weapon he sought was not only the material for his ascension to godhood, but also the key code that will enable us to build the network in the future.

[The online world needs this amazing tool.]

You need it too.

Finally, the emperor added this sentence in a somewhat ambiguous way.

After several weeks of governance following his departure from Terra Palace, the situation in which the Ministry of the Interior had been paralyzed due to the disappearance of the Highlords, and many Highlords were merely paying lip service and not putting in any real effort, was finally alleviated.

Palace intrigue has always been tedious and boring.

Fortunately, Casca doesn't have to face these challenges alone.

Soon after the return of the hero Kasgar, the Imperial Warmaster Fugrim, who had been declared missing long ago, returned to the human empire once again, wielding his longsword imbued with the divine flames of the Emperor.

While Casca is a hero, his appeal was criticized by his adversaries because he was not a son of God (but merely a son-in-law of God).

This suddenly emerging Imperial Warmaster effectively wiped out all forces that dared to oppose Casgar's reforms.

Under the unconditional title of "Imperial Warmaster," Fugrim quickly reformed the Holy Terra government through her impeccable diplomatic skills.

Although, for some reason, no one in the empire after Horus ever chose to use the title of Warmaster.

But considering Forgrim's sacrifices and valiant fighting during the Great Crusade, she is more than qualified to assume the position of Warmaster of the Empire.

I'm sorry, Ryan Aljonsen.

This time, it is not the main stage for your Second Empire.

The first thing this once-glorious Imperial War General did upon returning to the Empire was to thoroughly purge the sons of the Emperor.

As direct descendants of the Imperial Warmaster and role models for all legions/warbands within the empire, these guys ultimately chose to degenerate and became negative examples of being utterly incapable of fighting!
This is utterly disgraceful to the Imperial War Marshal!

If these imperial princes weren't too afraid of Casca, their "father."

But what can they do besides tremble in fear when faced with the true mother of genes?
They were directly stripped of their genetic seed and condemned as sinners.

As for those whose sins are less serious, go on a journey of atonement!
In the future, the Phoenix Sons Chapter will take over the name of the once corrupt and decadent Imperial Sons, becoming the direct force of the current Imperial Warmaster, enjoying the treatment of a founding chapter, and their homeworld will be moved to Chemos.

There are few opponents to a complete overhaul of the startup team.

After all, as long as the original gene exists, it's essentially just a complete name change.

"Our fleet has now assembled in the solar system and is ready to depart at any time."

Even though Holy Terra has resumed operation under Forgrim's control, they don't have much time to rest.

Although the orc diplomats seemed to have agreed to Kasgar's demand for a decisive battle at Ulanor, this did not mean that the orcish empire had been lying low in Amegiddon (which now appears to have been restored to its original name, Ulanor, by the beast chieftain) for the entire year, doing nothing but waiting.

Reports from various locations within the Empire indicate that the Orcish Empire is currently waging an unprecedented Waaaaagh across the entire galaxy! Countless Empire worlds are sending requests for aid to Holy Terra.

If the problem of the beasts is not resolved soon, the human empire will continue to face the threat of the orcs.

We must act quickly and complete the decapitation operation as soon as possible.

"Our next step is to find Vokhan first."

In the Terran government's private lounge, Kasgar spoke to Fugrim beside him.

Loriman is now incapable of fighting, and can only continue working in the offices of Holy Terra until a new, loyal High Lord of the Interior, who has no connection with the exiled Van Diehl, takes over her position.

Fugrim, Mortalian, and Kasgar.

"Our method of detonating the enemy psionic boy has completely failed, hasn't it?"

"That's right, the orcs seem to have a way to deal with it. In this battle, we can only fight them head-on and kill them."

The Silent Sisters obtained information about the current Orc Empire—the Orc bug that Kasgar had previously revealed to Guilliman and recorded in the Astartes Codex has been fixed by the system.

There's no way to detonate it.

“But Casca, you haven’t slept in a long time. Even though your physical strength is now comparable to that of a Primarch, you still need rest and sleep.”

—You're not Guilliman.

That being said, looking at Fugrim sitting at his desk smiling, Kasgar had a bad feeling.

"Wait! If you're going to sleep, don't touch me like that!"

"I just want to know how your body is different now compared to before!"

Fugrim said coquettishly, "Hehehe, but that just means your body can now withstand any level of damage. It can all be repaired with psionic flames, right?"

"You! You! You can't do this!"

"Forgrim should be a very gentle person!"

"Gentle? Tsk, forget it."

Fugrim interrupted Kasgar: "Anyway, my current appearance has already been completely exposed by the two fragments, so there's no point in pretending anymore."

"What are you doing?"

"What do you want to do?"

To Kasgar's horrified gaze, Fugrim was still smiling.

Her amethyst-like eyes narrowed at that moment.

"think."

"Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho——"

(End of this chapter)