Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Old Huang, was this all within your expectations?

black.

It's so dark.

The old man with the golden glow all over his body didn't seem as serious as Casca had imagined.

Of course, although Huaiyan and Luojia unsurprisingly underperformed, the overall progress was not slowed down as a result.

The share lost by Luojia was entirely made up by the Holy Blood Angels, who were all in high spirits.

After welcoming back Saint Gilles, the morale and spirit of the entire Ninth Legion underwent a tremendous change.

Because the great Saint Gilles had said, "Eating human flesh is a barbaric act, and she dislikes barbarians," no one in the entire army ever ate human flesh again.

Even more radical ones want to burn any rumors and reports that dare to call their noble and magnificent Holy Blood Angels Legion ghouls.

The Ninth Legion has never eaten people; it's all just others smearing our Ninth Legion!

Otherwise, why can't these people's reports find any living victims to corroborate their claims?

(Because it was all eaten)

This is slander and defamation!

They were determined to defend the honor of the Ninth Legion and Saint Gilles.

Ninth Legion!

No! There is! A corpse-eating ghost!

Anyone who does something that Saint Gilles dislikes is an enemy of the Blood Angels!

Driven by this fanaticism for Saint Gilles, the Blood Angels swept across every planet they passed in their campaign to exterminate the Nephilim.

too fast.

Originally positioned as a commando unit, the Holy Blood Angel, with the blessing of Saint Gilles, became even more unstoppable.

"I can wipe out all these aliens with just one Terra! I'll even get Lord Saint Gilles's personal praise, hehehehe."

"I only need half a Terran, you idiot!"

"I!"

"My mother doesn't like you at all; she'll only like me more!"

Perhaps it was because the faith in Saintess within the legion was too fanatical, and it seemed that it was precisely because the angel was too gentle that she eventually became the faith of the entire legion.

Am I being too gentle, or are all these Holy Blood Angels just going through a rebellious phase?

No!

We can't keep being so lenient with the people in the legion!

Unable to accept this, the angel decided to destroy the image of the gentle angel in the hearts of these Holy Blood Angels.

Only in this way might their fanaticism for angels lessen slightly.

But how could she show her angry and ruthless side to her offspring?

Especially when the entire legion adored her?

After weighing her options, she could only vent her anger on those despicable aliens.

The annihilation from the Ninth Legion is about to unfold in this key Nephilim stronghold that dared to resist the angels.

The poor Nephilim thus became a victim of the angels' tactic of making an example of him.

It is said that the angel who was angry on that day was extremely terrifying.

Like the most terrifying demon in legend, Saint Gilles, displaying her wrath, utterly tears apart any enemy who dares to stand in her way, leaving not a trace.

There was no mercy whatsoever.

Even the allies who were angels were so intimidating that the Imperial Army soldiers dared not utter a sound.

Even the three-eyed navigator observed the crimson storm from the subspace during that time.

It seemed that even the highest heavens were applauding her.

"Whoosh~ Good, Mother did a great job killing her!!!"

"As expected of our Primarch, the Holy Blood Angel! What a graceful figure charging into the enemy ranks!"

"Awesome!!!" (←This is all an uncultured ghoul can shout)

Then, the Blood Angels liked it even more.

Saint Gilles: "."

She knew that things couldn't continue like this.

So afterwards she came up with a new method—

As the two most beautiful Primarchs in the entire Empire (Philus: ?), the Astartes under Fugrim were not as fanatical as their Blood Angels.

She must have her reasons.

The wise Saint Gilles decided to learn from the Son of the Emperor and introduced a wealth of art learning and appreciation content to the Holy Blood Angels, so that they could find beauty in other parts of the world.

Use art to suppress the deep-seated desires of the Holy Blood Angels.

In order to suppress them

[Holy Thirst]

Good news, the thirst is gone.

The bad news is that what these people are thirsting for seems to be even more bizarre than usual.

Having the Blood Angels learn art is actually a good idea.

At least that's what Saint Gilles did in the original work.

"My dear mother, this is the statue I created for you, the 'Madonna of Saint Gillespie'."

"And mine too. This is my painting, depicting your heroic figure on the battlefield, Mother. What, why does the person next to me look exactly like me? Haha, please don't mind these little details."

"My goodness! This is my essay, 'My Mother, Lady Saint Gilles' (which won first prize in the Bar Essay Contest!)"

Upon seeing the examples cited in the report, Casca broke out in a sweat.

"This"

"Who are these people?"

Is this a human being?

It seems that times have changed.

The Blood Angels did indeed study a great deal of art in order to transform themselves from ghouls into angels.

Unfortunately, these people devoted all their energy to learning art to angels.

Kasgar could hardly imagine the torment the angels were enduring these days.

They finally managed to get rid of Horus.

As a result, his offspring became even more Horus than Horus himself.

Oh dear.

Once upon a time, the Kaska Legion was renowned for producing exceptional individuals, far surpassing any other legion in terms of abstractness.

Unexpectedly, new talents emerge in every generation, and the younger generation surpasses the older. Each legion has its unique skills and its own strengths.

Their mental fortitude is no less than that of the emperor's son!

This inevitably added a lot of pressure to Casca.

Kaska needs to step up his game too.

The good news is that, although the Blood Angels are a bit eccentric, their fleet has recaptured the most planets controlled by the Nephilim.

Compared to that good-for-nothing Luo Jia, the Holy Blood Angel Legion at most has some minor quirks, which are not unacceptable.

Now, almost all the planets of the Nephilim Empire have fallen into human hands, and they are about to head to Melchior to fight the last Nephilim in a decisive battle.

"Alright, inform the navigator shortly that we are about to depart for Melchior."

Casca directed through the communications system.

During his time with the Sons of the Emperor fleet, he served as the legion's chief commander, overseeing all matters, large and small, within the legion.

The entire legion proceeded smoothly under the coordinated arrangements of Kasgar and Fugrim.

In this way, Fugrim will have more time and space to rest.

"But before that, I need to meet with my friends."

However, although he considered that guy a friend, the other person never considered him a friend.

"Great Phoenix King, what are your orders?"

Irelia prayed again to the image of Casca and the shrine above their pirate fleet.

"Are you sure you want to keep worshipping this?"

Casca's lips twitched.

He never imagined that he would one day be alive and worshipped.

Children, stop worshipping. I am not a god.

Well, saying "children" might not be entirely accurate.

These Eldar were all several generations older than Kaska.

As Eldar pirates, their fleet continued to expand day by day during the time they were separated.

During her time away, she also lured more Ark Eldar, and even a Dark Eldar along with their wealth, into the pirate fleet.

Those Eldar who initially looked down on Kasgar and were skeptical about the rumors of the Asuyan Fire he possessed all bowed down to him after actually meeting him.

Some even wept bitterly and vowed to follow Casca forever after the flames burned away Salis's soul-absorbing mark.

Casca was also helpless about this.

This is what Ling Xiaogui is like.

They were yelling like crazy before, but once they actually entered the Sixth Ring Road, they all behaved themselves.

Forget about the Eldar pirates for now.

"I'd like to ask about Nukelia."

"Casgar said."

He needs to learn more about the planet he's about to visit.

If no preparations are made, and if Nukelia's anesthesia is truly effective, it could knock out a Primarch instantly, and an ordinary person could beat Angron to his knees.

Even if the Emperor and the Four Little Merchants went there, they would still have to drive nails, let alone Casca.

"Nukeria?"

Irelia pondered the name carefully.

“Your feeling is not wrong. We did indeed find the young god you mentioned on this planet.”

"We didn't give away our whereabouts, did we?"

"No. Somehow, perhaps it's because this young god's ability to detect things hasn't awakened yet."

"Our disguise has not been exposed."

"How is he now? Does he have any other eye-catching decorations or anything like that on his head?"

"No."

Irele shook her head in confusion.

Kasgar's request to probe the other party's situation was not to investigate Angron's power and psionic level.

Rather, it's about whether there are any nail-like ornaments on their heads.

What kind of idiot would hammer a nail into their head, I ask you?