Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 3 Sagittarius, the Gold Ring

Perhaps, Casca will die a terrible death.

Each of the Chaos Gods possesses extraordinary abilities and unique skills.

Slaanesh, the Dark Prince, was the most cunning and ruthless of them all.

His fighting spirit and patience amazed everyone; his various magical gadgets brought unexpected surprises.

In this cesspool of a world, having ideals is the most terrifying taboo for humanity.

Once a person has ideals and the fighting spirit to lead people out of this cesspool of a world, then what awaits him in the future is only the inevitable fate of failure.

Under the influence of the Chaos God, all beauty will eventually fade away, and all desires will eventually be distorted.
Humans can only live a life of mere survival forever.

Just like these Chemos people.

Warhammer is such a fucking world.

Even the most powerful human emperor could not change this outcome.

What can a mere mortal like him accomplish?

Casca already knew all this.

We are currently only in the 30K era, and the impact of warp space on reality is not yet strong.

He should be grateful for that.

If we abandon our ideals and ambitions here and get as far away from the original entity as possible, we might actually be able to break free from the control of the Chaos God.

Kaska can escape chaos and swim backstroke in a cesspool, but what about them?

Rellano.

Vespasian.

Carleon Zavin.

Sol Tavitz.

Akul Duna.

Solomon Demeter.

And then there was Fugrim before him, brimming with ideals and hopes.

What do they do?
Those loyalists who sacrificed their lives on the Istvaan III, those heroes who followed one after another for the future of humanity, those lost souls who were misled by the evil god's schemes and went astray.
What should they do?
"Forgrim. The one I must save is you."

Kasgar looked up at his opponent, his fighting spirit almost tangible, as if it had condensed into countless golden-red sparks.

Perhaps accepting one's fate is the optimal solution in the Warhammer universe.

But it's definitely not his Casca.

If no intervention is taken, the noble Forgrim and the Third Legion will soon fall into the trap of the evil god Slaanesh, becoming his eternal and vile servants.

Even their heads will become pointy.

He must save Fulgrim and the entire Third Legion (Sons of the Emperor) from the clutches of Slaanesh.

He has to do it.

Casca secretly made up her mind:
If it could save the Third Legion, he would be willing to marry the most beautiful woman in the universe, Fugrim.

But first and foremost, he had to survive.

He must live until the Emperor arrives, until Chemos returns to the human empire.

Currently, the environment in Chemos is severely polluted, and the average lifespan of people is no more than thirty years.

This resulted in the extremely short-lived lives of several of Forgrim's consorts in the original story.

He, Casca, can't just die such a pathetic death.

If he can live to see the Emperor's arrival at Chemoth thirty years from now, then he can, like Cole Fallon, Luther, and Typhons (who seem to be traitors!), use his close relationship with the Primarch to get a backdoor and be partially transformed into a Space Marine to participate in the Great Crusade!

Only by undergoing the Space Marine transformation and becoming a powerful warrior with two hearts and three lungs could he possess some of the potential to change the future.

As for plans after participating in the Great Expedition, that's not something Casca should be considering right now.

After all, now that the Primarchs have all become women, it is still unclear whether the Third Legion is now the "Son of the Emperor" or the "Daughter of the Emperor".

Who knows if the threads of fate will change?

"Save me?"

Hearing Kasgar shout that he would save her, Fugrim covered her mouth and chuckled.

As a demigod, the Primarch, designed by the Emperor of Mankind, she was born with the ability to sense the emotions of others.

This determined Casca was not trying to show off his difference in front of her.

It was not that he didn't want to save her from the bottom of his heart.

Save her?
Does Fugrim, who is supposed to be perfect, really need to be "saved"?

But the other person's emotions didn't seem like they were joking.

interesting.

Fugrim naturally developed some interest in Kasgar.

She rested her chin on her hand, looking at the other person with great interest.

"So, Mr. Sherlock, how will you save me?"

This is a good question.

He wouldn't be like those old charlatans of the Eldar, throwing out all the things they thought would happen in the "future" and then falling into every trap.

The primary task at present is to raise favorability first, and then eliminate the hidden agents left by the evil god bit by bit.

How do I increase a girl's affection for me?
This involves a blind spot in Casca's knowledge.

Compared to trying to please girls, he seemed to have spent more time and energy on other things in his previous life. Otherwise, he wouldn't have transmigrated here.

Aside from constantly devouring the Warhammer manga and fanfiction, how could I possibly read any romance novels?

Eh!
After a moment of contemplation, a brilliant, but not entirely ethical, idea popped into Casca's mind.

"Forgrim, may I ask you something?"

One month.

Within a month of their meeting, Casca frequently slipped out of the manor through a secret door to come to her and ask her about mechanics, minerals, sculpture, and even swordsmanship.

The guards in purple seemed to turn a blind eye to it.

During their month-long interaction, Fugrim gradually grew fond of this somewhat stubborn little guy.

Despite Casca's repeated protests against the "little one" label, her enormous size and knowledge allowed her to successfully retain the title.

During that month, Casca was quietly brewing something.

A major event.

"You mean, this is for me?"

Fugrim stared at the treasure in Kasgar's hand, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Today, Casca presented her with a special gift.

A gold ring that he crafted himself.

Gold, a metal that can neither be eaten nor forged into weapons and is of no use except for its beauty, is not favored by the Chemos.

But in Fugrim's eyes, she saw beauty.

The ring is engraved with a lifelike centaur.

Sagittarius, gold ring.

Perhaps the craftsmanship is not as good as that of Fugrim or other master sculptors, but this simple and somewhat crude ring contains an artistic flair rarely seen on Chemos.

And Casca used Sagittarius, the constellation symbolizing the stars, as a gift he gave to the other party.

"Forgrim, please listen to me."

"Perhaps in the future we will leave Chemos together and fly into the sky."

"Just like in fairy tales, travel to other planets with countless mechanical birds to save those who are still suffering in various parts of the world."

"Our ideals will henceforth be united as one, inseparable."

"But the road is not always smooth."

"Perhaps in the future we will face challenges that we cannot overcome, and fall into endless suspicion and pain."

"If one day you are about to be crushed by it."

"Please remember what I'm about to say."

Kasgar paused for a moment, grasped the Primarch's hands, and looked up at her.

He was certain that he hadn't just been recalling the wording and sentence structure of a fixed text.

Because he could already memorize it.

"Forgrim, you will always be my Centaur."

"No matter where you go in the future, I will always be by your side."

"This is our [promise]"

Even the original body, known for its art and beauty, couldn't help but blush when faced with such a heartfelt declaration of love.