Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 83 Expedition
long, long ago.

Of course, compared to his tens of thousands of years of life, these few hundred years cannot be called "a long time".

That was in Holy Terra, the home planet of humankind, when it had just been reunited after countless years of long civil war.

Before the golden throne, which was under constant repair, a group of warriors who had fought alongside him gathered.

Thunder Warrior.

The Emperor created genetically enhanced combat masters using biotechnology from the Old Night Era. Even when they wore only the most rudimentary Thunder-type power armor, they could still unleash combat power far more terrifying than Space Marines.

But this time, their weapons are turned against him.

Standing at the very front of these Thunder Warriors was his friend.

That's Ushtan.

The Primarch of the Thunder Warriors, the one who once raised the flames alongside him.

"This is betrayal, Ushtan."

".Why?"

"why?"

Ushtan's voice was filled with anger.

"Of course, it's to overthrow you, you tyrant!"

"We gave our last drop of blood for your cause, for the unity of Terra!"

"But what about you?! Not only have you not given us the compensation we deserve, but you also want us to continue working for you until we die!"

Ushtan should have realized this long ago.

In fact, he is no different from the tyrant who once ruled Terra.

To devise a goal that can never be achieved, and to inspire followers to dedicate everything to it.

Even if the goal is achieved, the result will only be that the cunning rabbit dies and the hunting dog is cooked.

If there is any difference, it is that he is more brutal and more unreasonable.

He wouldn't even make an exception for his most loyal subordinates, the Thunder Warriors.

“Ushtan, what I fear is that you will once again become the technological warlords that were once defeated.”

Thunder Warriors do possess formidable combat power, but this comes with many unstable side effects.

Manic, irritable, and short-tempered.

Defiant.

They believed that, with their strong physique and abilities, they deserved a more worthy position than those weak and pathetic mortals.

even.
They were no different from the insane technological warlords they had defeated.

They replaced the tech warlords with thunder warriors, but nothing changed.

This is not the result he wants.

"And for a better future for mankind, we must launch a great expedition."

"Pah, what a load of bullshit Great Expedition!"

Ushtan spat on the steps leading to the Terra Palace.

Not satisfied with the battles already fought on Terra, do they want to continue fighting in the sky until they save them all?!
Ushtan found it all laughable.

How many millions of human worlds have been lost in the galaxy?!
How could they possibly be capable of winning every single battle in this unpredictable Milky Way galaxy?
Does this mean that for the sake of this unattainable dream, generation after generation of Thunder Warriors must sacrifice everything?
"This is just another excuse you use to keep us working ourselves to the bone!"

"Tyrant! Have you ever thought of us?"

"You threw us all into your so-called Great Crusade, only to have us drained of our last drops of blood?"

He was silent.

Under Ushtan's persistent questioning, he, like those tyrants whose lies have been exposed, was rendered speechless.

"The Great Expedition is necessary."

This was his pale, meaningless excuse.

"Then come on, Tyrant!"

"Let me show you our determination and strength!"

"Thunder Warriors, charge!"

"Yes!"

The shouts behind me were deafening.

Ushtan raised his sword high and led thousands of Thunder Warriors behind him in a final charge toward the Terra Palace, which stood high above the steps, the very place he had sworn allegiance to.

"My lord, the rebel Ushtan has been beheaded."

Marshal Waldo of the Imperial Guard approached and reported to him.

"Ushtan. It's a pity he can't understand our cause."

"And you, Waldo? Do you understand the meaning of our expedition?"

"My lord, I will never betray you."

No answer.

".well."

He sighed.

Just then, another member of the royal guard rushed into the Terra Palace.

"report!"

"My lord, the underground laboratory! The laboratory is on fire!"

"Not only Ushtan, but Lady Astartes has also betrayed us!"

The fire swept away the data containing the records of the Space Marines, the main force of the future expedition, along with the underground laboratory.

He stepped forward and quickly extinguished the flames.

阿斯塔特
This great biologist, with whom he had once worked side-by-side to develop the Space Marines, chose to stand with Ushtan.

Or, Erda, Ushtan, and her.

After the war to unify Terra, one familiar name after another chose to leave him.

"It's alright, we still have a backup stockpile of genetic seeds on the moon."

He offered words of comfort to everyone, and in doing so, he also comforted himself.

The Space Marine program did not fail as a result.

But Astartes perished in the flames and could never return.

"and many more--"

His gaze fell upon the only intact biological container amidst the ashes.

For some reason, the raging fire had no effect on it.

There, a female Space Marine lay perfectly intact.

The world's first female Space Marine.

The latest technology developed by Ms. Astartes using the genetic seeds of the Third Legion.

“The female Space Marine is a blasphemous creation. My lord, do you need us to help you destroy her?”

"Do not."

He gestured for the Imperial Guards to stop.

She is not a blasphemous creation.

That was the last gift that Lady Astartes left him.

And her name is—

"it's me."

"Beautiful Luxin."

Melusin silently pointed to herself.

With everything in Byzantium coming to an end, and after Fugrim and Kasgar returned aboard the Firebird, the Mechanicus of the Twenty-Eighth Expeditionary Fleet began a new round of construction.

As for Casca, he found the apothecary Melusin not long after everything was over.

As the benefactor who had recently eradicated her wilt disease, Melusin was still very polite to him.

“Since you don’t want your research to be restricted, I have another offer to make in exchange, Melusin.”

"I have another secret I want to know, pharmacist."

Tell me, where exactly are you from?

This is yet another secret of Chief Pharmacist Melusin.

Her secrets are arguably the most numerous in the Third Legion.

As for how to find out the secret here, it's quite simple.

“The Terrans of the Third Legion are all of noble birth, but you are different.”

"We cannot trace your origins."

“Melushin, when Fugrim and I visited the ancient noble families of Terra to restore the blood tax, you were not among them.”

According to the original story, Fabius was born into an ancient European noble family in Terra.

But after visiting many families and never hearing the name Melusin, Casca began to doubt her origins.

As a result, Melusin had no choice but to tell the other party her story.

"You guessed right, I am the first female Space Marine, Melusin."

It seems that in any world, the first female Space Marine would have to be named this. She was created by Astartes, one of the Space Marines' creators, who, through their exceptional biotechnology, completed the entire process from cloning to modification.

It can be said that Melosin is her daughter.

"If you have received a satisfactory answer, please leave now."

"I have more research to do."

She told Casca to leave.

After Casca left, she waited quietly in the laboratory.

After the mechanical priests and imperial mortal bureaucrats take complete control of the area, Byzantium will be subjected to a complete transformation.

This place will serve as the starting point for the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets of the Emperor's Sons, and will become a model for their future improvements to the conquered planets.

This place will be developed into a beautiful home like Chemos in the future.

Of course, that's a story for another time.

As the chief apothecary of the emperor's son, her research was always more blasphemous than anyone else could imagine.

This is one of the reasons why Melusin never allowed Casca into her laboratory before.

One of the many little-known secrets within the Third Army.

dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

"Hello, Demigoddess!"

It was a little girl.

"I was one of the children who participated in the march. I survived thanks to the help of the older children!"

"Thank you brothers and sisters!"

She watched with delight as Melosin opened the door and handed her a painting that had been prepared for a long time.

That was her gratitude for their saving her during the assassination attempt.

In the scene, a woman with silver hair painted purple hugs her and lifts her high over her shoulder.

The crowd around them clapped and smiled.

The sun was shining brightly overhead, and airships circled in the blank sky.

A peaceful and harmonious scene.

But that's not what Melusin cares about.

Melusin took the comical painting from her hand and remained silent for a moment.

"Big sister, is there something that's bothering you?"

"nothing."

Melusen bent down and gently stroked her little head.

She hesitated for a moment.

"Ugh."

Finally, Melusin sighed.

"Good child, go back now."

"Tell those mechanical uncles in red robes that Sister Melusin wants you to go home."

"Okay, thank you, sister!!!"

The little girl closed the door and skipped away from the residence of the emperor's sons.

She was alone in the laboratory again.

This isn't like you, Melusin.

Have you become more sentimental?

"No."

"."

"Tsk, never mind. There's still a little bit."

She laughed self-deprecatingly, opened the scroll filled with children's whimsical doodles, and the image of Casca's cheeky smile came to mind.

Perhaps at some point, the entire Sons of the Emperor's army changed.

Melissa reluctantly picked up the painting in her hand.

In the future, it will be placed on the flagship "Emperor's Pride," at the second point on the road to victory.

The last two hundred sons of emperors were photographed after Chemos.

As the starting point for the Great Crusade by the Sons of the Emperor, a war that required only six Sons of the Emperor (excluding that disgraceful Casca).

The outskirts of Byzantium.

All kinds of steel machinery are still working non-stop.

Their construction will bring new knowledge and management systems to the inhabitants of Byzantium.

Perhaps the human empire will decay after ten thousand years, but with near-perfect political leaders like the Prophet and Fugrim, the city's administration is now infinitely better than it once was.

"Is everything taken care of?"

Sitting on the stone platform where the gunboat landed, Fugrim asked Kasgar beside him.

"It's all because you went off to become a hands-off manager."

"Casca said irritably."

"Hehe, just let me have a day off."

"Sigh, I just can't do anything with you." Kaska said helplessly, pointing to the collar around her neck. "And, sis, shouldn't you take this off?"

Being a servant now is nothing; just treat it as role-playing.

But he will still be the chief lord and commander of the Emperor's son in the future. If other Primarchs or even the Emperor see this thing, what kind of behavior would that be?

He doesn't want to be the second or eleventh son!
"Oh, right, the collar."

It was only then that Fugrim noticed this.

I hadn't been able to receive its signal for a long time and thought it was lost.

She reached out to untie Casca.

!

But her hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

O Fugrim, Fugrim.

Did you miss something crucial?

She recalled everything that had happened before.

Wait a moment.

Casca!
"Why did you go looking for the pharmacist in the middle of the night?!"

"Uh, I went to treat her illness?"

Casca hesitated.

"Treatment?"

Fugrim laughed in exasperation.

You mean you spent the whole night in the pharmacist Melusin's room and did nothing but treat her, right?

Heal the most skilled apothecary in the entire Legion, or even the entire Space Marine Legion, right?
She felt a green sensation on the top of her head.

"If you don't believe me, this collar has a recording function!"

"Just open it and listen, you'll know—"

Tell me, what do you really want?

What I want, is there even a need to say more?

Under Fugrim's manipulation, the collar emitted Kasgar's wanton, lewd laughter.

No, don't come any closer! Stay away from me!

Then came several gasps from Melusin.

"No! What follows will prove that I'm just receiving treatment, we really didn't—"

Nourishing——

But for some reason, as if it were interfered with, a lot of snow-like noise suddenly appeared in the recording function of the collar.

The beginning and end are gone, only this part was cut off!
That damn Tzeentch!!!
Even if we don't know if it was Him who did it, we should just curse Him!
Large beads of sweat were forming on Casca's forehead.

"Cas-Ga!"

Fugrim was terribly gloomy.

Her face was now as green as the top of her head.

"and many more!"

"Look at the sky!"

"Casca shouted."

"The sky?! Ha, don't try to change the subject, Casca!"

"It's right there in the sky! Over there, near our warships!"

"It looks like orcs are attacking!"

(End of this chapter)