Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 65 Preparation for Landing
You're still paying attention to him.

As time went by, his people emerged from the darkness of ignorance, and with hope for the future, they went toward the stars.

He was also involved.

Living happily as an ordinary hermit.

Until the arrival of that subspace storm that swept across the entire galaxy.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

Or rather, you once had a way to solve it.

But now, you are old and frail, not as good as before.

The scattered people no longer had the ideal of yearning for the heavens beyond; the hunter's tricks and sharp blades were not aimed at the prey, but at another hunter.

They drew sustenance from the corpses of their dead compatriots.

Golden man, iron man, stone man.

Tech barbarians.

Conflict, civil war.

It will not stop until the crimson fills the earth.

You have seen a similar scene a long time ago.

At that time, your people called it the War of Heaven.

You are not afraid of the Star God's provocation.

However, the negative emotions generated by war will continue to nourish the evil beings in the subspace for a long time.

If the war is allowed to continue, the victors will be those lurking in the shadows.

And it will not create a conflict between you and the enemy.

Unfortunately, those fanatical fearers of death and star gods will never understand this.

Left with no other choice, you and your fellow countrymen withdrew from the battle.

In order to better protect the galaxy from the corruption of those warp evils, you built a supreme pyramid in the High Heavens, surrounded by your people.

After that, you will sit upon a burning golden throne.

Forever.

What?
you do not know.

Who can know everything?

Countless years have passed, and one ugly cycle after another has been played out.

The once noble people have become corrupt and decadent, and the city that once held ideals has become a den of iniquity.

They will not remember the heroes who saved them, nor will they fear the impending catastrophe.

Enjoyment is the most important thing in life.

Under the endless sensory stimulation of light and sound, few subjects would follow a legendary fool who sits motionless on his throne.

The Pyramid Throne could no longer suppress the three evil beings: Khorne, Nurgle, and Tzeentch.

The energy of the subspace is gathering, transforming into a cocoon, then into a storm.

You can sense that something is brewing.

You can only place your last hope on him.

And he responded to your expectations.

In order to reunite humanity scattered among the stars, he and his like-minded companions gazed at the stars together.

Among them were immortals and the royal guard.

There is the Thunder Warrior Primarch, as well as the biological scientist who once worked with him.

Then, he raised the [fire].

Bang!

As the deck of the Imperial Pride trembled once more, the illusions and murmurs that had haunted the choir and Casca dissipated once more.

[The warp jump is complete. Crew members, please remain calm.]

Completing a subspace jump is never a pleasant experience.

Whenever the navigator searches for a safe passage in the warp, endless illusions and that faint call enter his mind.

A dizzying sensation similar to airsickness.

Even the super-gene warriors, personally modified by the Emperor, were somewhat thrown into disarray by the tearing of subspace energy.

He slowly stood up again, leaning against the wine-red ship wall, and shook his head with his hand.

Unable to determine whether these visions were psionic prophecies from the warp or some conspiracy by a blue-feathered bird, Kasgar chose to disbelieve them all.

Fortunately, they have successfully jumped out of the subspace.

For a long time to come, he won't have to worry about this anymore.

Phoenix Grand Theatre.

As the entertainment venue and canteen for the Emperor's Sons Legion, this place never seems to lack entourage.

Top musicians from Terra are playing beautiful and soothing symphonies in front of an exquisitely decorated theater.

In the center of the audience seats sat an elderly woman.

Lead speaker: Gerconda Parker.

She is quite old, and even after undergoing meticulous skincare and anti-aging surgery, time has still left its mark on her body with wrinkles.

The wear and tear on the mechanically modified parts is also visible to the naked eye.

She was slender and was slowly sipping a wine from a tall glass.

"Commander Casgar, Chief Lord, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Would you like some?

She pointed to a wine glass that was still half full.

"No thanks. I don't drink."

“Then you’re at a disadvantage.” She chuckled softly, lowered her head, and took a sip with relish. “Your Primarch wife, Vorgrim, is one of the world’s best brewers, yet you don’t enjoy drinking.”

"What a waste. Just like Byzantium, after we discovered it, there were actually two legions that could have taken over the matter."

"But I chose you."

"Compared to being turned into another Ultramar by the Ultramarines, the Emperor's Sons may be able to realize their full potential."

Ugh.

Why does everyone have to insult Guilliman?
However, he doesn't object to it.

Ms. Parker hails from Holy Terra and is the chief preacher of Imperial Truth in the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets.

At the same time, during her visit to Byzantium in the 28th century, she was also an envoy officially representing the imperial bureaucracy.

As the first bureaucrats to land in Byzantium, they brought the long-lost imperial principles to this long-separated world.

At the same time, she was also an informant planted by Makado within the legion.

The psionicist beside the emperor seemed to never truly trust them, the Astartes.

Of course, in terms of the outcome, this way of thinking is indeed correct.

"Alright. Casca, what do you want from me?"

She drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.

“We are approaching the upper orbit of Byzantium. Lord Fugrim wishes you to gather the members of the diplomatic corps and meet them at the landing module.”

"Moreover, it seems that I will face even more severe challenges."

Casca gave a wry smile.

".Owner."

In an almost inaudible voice, Casca, dressed in a fitted servant's outfit, stood still in the landing module.

"Good boy, that's right."

Fugrim chuckled and looked at him.

The conquest of Byzantium did not require the use of an army as usual.

Compared to the irreconcilable aliens, the scattered human planets could often be brought back to the Empire at a relatively low cost through the efforts of diplomatic missions.

Of course, this is also the son of an emperor who pursues perfection.

If Philus, a follower of Sheda, were to arrive, those who failed to surrender within the allotted time would be razed to the ground by her overwhelming heavy firepower.

As the hatch opened, other speakers from the diplomatic corps, administrative bureaucrats, mechanical cult members and officers, as well as all sorts of merchants with various licenses and qualifications, boarded the ship, preparing to travel to the unknown, mysterious planet numbered 28-1.

However, even so, the process of recapture will not always be smooth sailing.

Before engaging in diplomacy, it is often necessary to demonstrate one's own strength to a certain extent.

"Eliminate the remaining followers and establish their authority."

"As for the task of eliminating threats from the shadows, that's up to you~"

"My little pet."

Fugrim, filled with vengeful satisfaction, embraced Kasgar, who was dressed in a servant's uniform, and kissed him on the cheek.

(End of this chapter)