Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"The Ninth Legion will soon meet the Primarch aboard our Imperial Pride. Be prepared."

Casca chimed in.

"Ah."

Standing next to Kasgar, Fugrim nodded solemnly.

"I will immediately order the Emperor's Son's palace guards to prepare for defense, in case the ghouls cause trouble when they encounter the Primarch."

"Cause trouble? No, no, no, that's not what I meant."

No?

Fugrim was taken aback.

Isn't it to prevent bloodthirsty ghouls from attacking the original body if they are dissatisfied with it?

Unlike other legions, the Ninth Legion has always harbored resentment towards the Primarchs because their existence was too glamorous and clashed with the Legion's culture.

There were even rumors that the reason why the Ninth Legion and Sangilis had not met for so long was because the legion's ghouls looked down on the Primarch.

"Of course not possible."

Casca's words carried a hint of a smile.

"I'll go and have the Emperor's sons bring more tools for maintaining order and more apothecaries. I'm afraid the Ninth Legion will get too excited and collapse."

"correct!"

"Didn't you bring a lot of artists on the Imperial Pride? Call some artists over and have them draw the Ninth Legion's pathetic state when they meet the Primarchs and beg for their mothers."

"Also, bring their best audio and video recording equipment. I want to record the whole thing, make hundreds of millions of copies, and send them to all the inhabitants of the universe to enjoy!"

"I might be able to use even more embarrassing clips that haven't been released yet to threaten their Ninth Legion in the future!"

Haha!

Casca laughed.

You never expected this, did you! Your Ninth Legion is going to suffer the same fate!

(The word "也" is the key word.)

Feng Shui turns around!

Now, it's your Ninth Legion's turn to cry for help!

Hahaha!

Fugrim: "."

Fugrim: "?"

The Emperor's Pride

The Triumphant Road Corridor.

Although Fugrim was very puzzled by Kasgar's statement, she still summoned the painter and the reporter with video equipment.

After all, this wasn't the first time Casca's prophetic abilities had come true.

After much deliberation, Casgar decided to hold the meeting between Sanguis and the Ninth Legion on the promenade of the Triumph Road.

The original plan was to have a large corridor several hundred meters long, which would be sufficient for the number of people in the Ninth Legion.

Therefore, after several calculations and plans, we decided to visit them one by one from the observation deck on the main bridge.

Otherwise, stampedes could easily occur.

To celebrate this epic meeting, he even arranged for the Prince to decorate both sides of the viewing platform with elaborate gold and red decorative ribbons and cannons, creating an atmosphere for the Primarch's meeting with his offspring.

"Is this really necessary for Casca?"

"What if the Ninth Legion doesn't like me?"

Such a grand ceremony even overwhelmed the angel himself.

Even deep down, she had some worries.

As for her saying she didn't like it, Casgar directly denied that possibility.

dislike?

That is simply impossible!

Everyone loves archangels, right?

Even if you go to the Warp, there's a sycophant (headman) sitting on a brass toilet, watching you every day!

Hehe, angel, my angel.

[Yay! I won!]

【What? This angel is made of red sand? And it can't be returned?】

The gunboat from the Red Tears has already boarded the helipad of the Emperor's Pride.

Soon, the first group of Astartes from the Ninth Legion will meet with Sangilis.

Saint-Gilles, including those from the Third Legion who were hosting the meeting, were on high alert.

As the central figure of the meeting, Saint Gilles donned the spear and golden armor bestowed upon her by the emperor, with a huge ruby, like a vertical pupil, set in the center, which, along with her pure white wings, showcased her supreme beauty as a holy angel.

But she was still a little nervous at that moment.

Even the two wings on its back were flapping aimlessly at this moment.

Her gorgeous curls were now turning orange-red, reflecting her mood.

As one of the few Primarchs who understands psychic power, she has hair and eye color that change in various colors depending on her mood, just like a magical pony.

As she prepared to meet her children, she was also filled with trepidation.

They were still waiting in front of the Triumph Corridor.

Several commanders from the Legion of the Emperor's Sons and Primarch Vogrim stood at the very front of the observation deck entrance, while the angels, arranged by Kasgar, stood behind the entrance.

Accepting the paintings and scrutiny of journalists and artists.

They came one by one.

If they wait until all the Ninth Legion's ghouls arrive before pulling them out in one wave and wiping them all out with Charisma, Kasgar is worried that a crazy stampede will occur.

It's even possible for them to go completely mad.

After witnessing Horus passionately recounting his past as emperor to the other Primarchs.

Kasgar no longer expects any normal people to exist in this Warhammer universe.

wrong.

It seems Horus does this in every universe.

"It's just ahead. The Emperor's guides and Primarchs are waiting for you there."

From the corner on the right ahead, came the voice of Vespasian, the commander of the Emperor's Son.

As they turned the first corner, Radolon, a company commander from the Ninth Army, came into view.

“Radolon, company commander and commander of the Ninth Army,” he introduced himself, pointing to himself.

"It is an honor to meet you, Lady Fugrim."

The Legion may be called ghouls because of its ferocity, but as its commander, he has managed to retain his sanity.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Primarch Saint Gilles is waiting for you behind the door ahead."

"Thank you."

As he spoke, Radolon froze the moment the door opened, his words and footsteps both fading into silence.

"this--"

"This is."

Radolon stood frozen in place.

The angel is standing in front of the observation deck, looking up at the vast and boundless universe.

He only showed one side of his face, but it was enough to amaze the company commander, Radolon, who had just entered the room.

"coming?"

"Sorry, I was so engrossed in my meditation that I didn't notice."

She turned around and gave Radolon an embarrassed smile, like a startled little animal.

Radoron: "."

speechless.

I really couldn't say a word.

All he could feel now was a sense of closeness and peace.

Moreover, in that instant, the long-suppressed desire for blood within him, which had been held back by reason for so long, seemed to have completely vanished.

With angels around, who would crave something as base as blood?

It's a sense of closeness that comes from blood ties.

It was as if the only person who could soothe the darkest desires and yearnings in their hearts was standing right in front of them.

As long as she was still alive, the entire legion would not fall into an irredeemable abyss.

As long as she's still alive, it won't happen.

Radolon stood frozen in place.

The angel smiled.

That smile.

That damn smile.

When Radoron returned to Terra, he didn't feel anything special about his first visit to the Terran Palace.

Because he had already met his Mona Lisa.

The day I first met the angel, the gears began to turn, an unstoppable premonition of impending loss.

five minutes later.

Since Radolon stepped through that magnificent double-headed eagle gate, befitting a son of an emperor, there has been no further movement.

There was no fighting or arguing inside the door; you simply couldn't hear any sound at all.

No results have been announced, and Radolon has given no definite answer.

This made Azcalon, who was waiting outside, even more anxious.

What exactly happened inside?

"I'll go in and take a look too."

With that, he stopped waiting and walked toward the many sons of the emperor who were standing guard at the gate.

The princes and Fugrim did not stop him, allowing him to open the heavy, gilded gate and enter.

thump.

With a soft, resounding closing sound, even Azcalon fell silent.

silence.

The boundless silence made the ghouls waiting outside increasingly anxious.

"damn it!"

Unable to bear the silence any longer, Amit stepped forward.

"Radolon, Azcalon, say something! What are you dawdling about?"

"Didn't you say you'd help the brothers check out the Primarch first—"

He led the fifth company behind him forward and angrily kicked the door open.

Then he saw angels.