Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

As Astartes-type cannon fodder units with fast replenishment capabilities, the Ninth Legion is often dispatched to the most brutal and bloody battlefields to fight against the fiercest and most ruthless aliens.

In order to survive, and in order to extract information from the corpses.

Even those who survived the brutal battlefield were not greeted with heroic treatment by the remaining Ninth Legion Space Marines.

Instead, it was a more brutal and dangerous battle.

The Great Expedition needs to reclaim too many stars, and the aliens it needs to conquer are no pushovers.

The soldiers of the Ninth Legion gave everything they had for the Great Expedition.

But who cares whether they live or die?

Originally a heroic being who sacrificed everything for humanity, he was called a ghoul because of others' misunderstanding and suffered undeserved contempt.

"They had really suffered so much before they met me."

As Saint Gilles spoke, a tear rolled down his cheek.

Under Saint Gilles' moving speech, everyone present felt pity for the Ninth Legion's plight.

"Nobody ever cares about them."

"And since my existence can bring them even a little comfort."

"Then how can my fervent pursuits be compared to their suffering?"

Real life is hard enough.

If even the spiritual pillar of the angels were to be forcibly toppled, it would be too cruel for the Holy Blood Angels.

The moment she finished her speech, small applause began to erupt from the mortal empire officers standing nearby.

Then, more and more people on the bridge began to applaud and nod in agreement.

Ultimately, it all converged into a torrent of applause.

They were all deeply moved after hearing Saint Gilles's speech, which was full of humanistic concern.

Angels.

She's truly an angel.

Sometimes you really can't blame the Blood Angels Legion for being full of angel fanatics.

And who wouldn't love an angel?

However, precisely because of this, Saint Gilles dared not say such a thing within the Ninth Legion.

She was genuinely afraid that the fervor within the legion would escalate to another level.

"thanks, thanks."

"As for now, let me rest for a while."

Saint Gilles smiled wryly, feeling helpless.

"Hahaha"

Seeing that even Saint Gilles was helpless against the Holy Blood Angel, a cheerful atmosphere filled the main bridge of the Imperial Pride once again.

Stupid!

Shortly after the Imperial Pride completed its warp jump from Mandeville, a ship from the Word Bearer Loka followed closely behind and arrived at the battlefield.

However, compared to the once glorious and ambitious expeditionary fleet eager to make its mark, the current Whisperers may indeed be somewhat lacking in appearance.

The cuts left by the alien airdropped objects were hastily covered and patched up, and some parts that should have been turrets were now empty, as if parts of them had been deliberately cut off.

Although the ship's overall structure was not seriously damaged under the protection of the Void Shield.

However, upon closer inspection, the various small cuts and bullet holes on the [Law of Faith], as well as the missing gun barrel, all tell the story of the horrific boarding maneuver she once endured.

It is estimated that after this operation against the Nephilim concludes, their ships will need to undergo major repairs in some large foundry world.

The ship's crew was ravaged by the aliens, and even the captain died in the line of duty.

This has resulted in a large number of weapons and equipment lacking human operators.

If there is any good news, it is that the Astartes Legion of the Word Bearers is still intact, although the fleet in the naval battle may be slightly weaker.

No, it should be much weaker.

"In that case, I suggest that the main approach against the Nephilim's warships be boarding them."

With the support of the Word Bearers fleet no longer available, Saint Gilles was the first to make the suggestion.

The Naphrys Xenomorphs' strongest fleet, stationed on Melchior, is comparable to the United Expeditionary Fleet.

Furthermore, with the support of surface defense facilities, a rash attack by the human alliance fleet, which lacks the Word Bearers as a major source of firepower, might only drag them into a war of attrition.

More than 100,000 Space Marines from three Space Marine Legions had no time to slowly wear down the Xenomorphs.

Time is tight and the task is heavy; we must act quickly and decisively.

What should be done with those who defect, especially the Primarchs?

Of the three Primarchs, at least one must remain with Primarch-level strength to guard the Combined Fleet and command naval battles.

At the same time, we must guard against the enemy sending elite troops to seize control of our army.

So who will take on the important task of staying behind to guard the rear?

Saint Gilles, Fugrim, and the Luojia 3D Big Head from the Whisperers Fleet's communication system looked at each other in bewilderment.

First and foremost, Saint Gilles absolutely must charge into battle alongside the warriors of the Holy Blood Angels Legion.

Not only can she unleash her terrifying combat power, but she can also inspire all the Holy Blood Angels around her to be even more courageous and fearless.

Secondly, it's impossible to place Luo Jia in the rear of the legion's command.

His destructive power over the legions was no less than that of the Astartes.

The damage he inflicted on our army when he commanded the legion was greater than the damage he caused to the aliens when he did not command it.

We must not let our guard down.

It seems that, after excluding all other candidates, the only Primarch remaining behind the Legion has been identified.

"You're leaving without me? Fine."

Fugrim sighed helplessly: "Inform the fleet commanders of the Word Bearers and the Blood Angels to complete the docking with our Prince's fleet."

"So, what are the arrangements for your former crew members who have defected?"

She pouted and said, somewhat unhappy.

The Naphiles were quite skilled in naval warfare, and they even had two large voidships as their final weapons.

"If we take our past experiences as a reference, in terms of firepower, if we concentrate the combined firepower of the fleet, we should be able to quickly disable the shield system of one of the warships."

"As for the other ship, it will be handled by a joint squadron of space marines from the three expeditionary fleets. Led by Lord Luo Jia and Lord Saint Gilles, they will invade the enemy warship from both the front and rear."

"Finally, control of the warship was seized in the middle section, which, based on previous analysis, was most likely the control core."

The tactics are simple.

Without much knowledge about the alien warship, there were really no good suggestions on the direction the boarding team should take.

"Alright, everyone, prepare for battle."

As several escort ships dispersed around the flagship, the void ships from the three expeditionary fleets regrouped into a large combined fleet and launched a massive assault toward Melchior.

Although after the rendezvous, the remaining two combined fleets temporarily transported some crew members, engineers, slave laborers and mechanics to replenish the crew of the Word Bearer warships, which were in dire need of manpower.

Despite this, the number of people who can participate in the replenishment is still small.

The Imperial Princes are few in number, and so are the Holy Blood Angels.

What do you mean by "ate it"? It really wasn't eaten.

Now that Saint Gilles has appeared, the Blood Angels rarely eat people anymore!

After integration, the entire combined fleet presented a distinctive inverted triangle formation:

The two top-tier battleships, the Imperial Pride and the Crimson Tear, jointly protected the damaged and understaffed Faith Law, which was surrounded by a dense array of ships in all directions of the three large fleets, blocking any alien flying objects that dared to approach.

Further behind were the merchant ships and transport ships that had broken away from the naval battle formation and chosen to remain behind.

They marched with great fanfare toward the alien warship that was docked in near-Earth orbit around the planet.

[The cannon is fully loaded and ready to fire.]

[Approaching the enemy warship, a large number of alien boarding aircraft have appeared on the port side]

[This is Admiral Galu. Our escort ship, the Andariel, is under attack from the alien warships!]

As messages came out one after another from the communication device, Casca, sitting inside the gunboat, calmly looked at the screen projection inside the gunboat.

The naval commander was Fugrim, and Kasgar was confident in her abilities.

It's much more reassuring than Luojia.

As the chief lord and commander of the Emperor's sons, he is about to lead a small squad of elite imperial princes to board the alien warship.

"Follow the Whisperer gunboats ahead; our landing point should be as close to theirs as possible."

"I am in the gunboat," Casca commanded.

Their expected landing site would likely be not far from the boarding squad of Luojia and Huaiyanzhe.

For some reason, Casca still couldn't let go of Luo Jia, this abstract charlatan.

Kasga couldn't fathom how someone could have boarded and destroyed most of the weapons and equipment on their warship.

Even Casca had some doubts; even if he were to board the opposing fleet and cause trouble, this guy could probably still manage to create some problems for him.

With this uneasy expectation, Kasga planned to follow and track Luo Jia the whole time, constantly monitoring whether the other party would make any abstract moves.

"Casca."

Just as he was engrossed in planning his future tactics, one of the princes, Astartes, spoke to him.

That was his former teammate, Lucius.

"You haven't been back for so long, I thought you'd forgotten about your brothers."

"No way!"

Casca hesitated.

Indeed, when one's attention is almost entirely focused on other Primarchs, it is easy to overlook the fighting brethren of the Astartes within the Legion.

After all, he had so much to do, and the time allotted for the Great Expedition was not ample for him.

"I'd like to be like you."

"You were partners just a few years ago, but after a while you became a favorite of various Primarchs. Whether it's the Iron Hand or the Thousand Sons of Words, they all want you."

Lucius said with a hint of jealousy.

This Casca!

After only a few years as a recruit, he rose like a rocket to become the lord commander of the legion, and then the chief lord commander.

He then moved among the various legions, participating in inter-legal decision-making and becoming sworn brothers with figures of caliber like Magnus Loka.

(But it seems that being on friendly terms with these two might have a negative impact on one's intelligence level.)

Then, he led his small squad of Astartes to the planet Colchis to search for Eribas, a traitor close to Luo Jia, and earned the Emperor's praise.

They could even win the emperor's praise!

Too strong.

It was an existence that Lucius could not defeat despite his best efforts.

When they were studying together under Aqua, he thought he would have the opportunity to hone himself to be even stronger than his former idol.

But as time went on, it seemed that Kasgar's strength was advancing by leaps and bounds at an incredibly rapid pace, and the social strata he was mingling in were getting closer and closer to the Primarch level.

They've already formed a pathetic, thick barrier between themselves and ordinary little space soldiers.

“Lucius, don’t envy Casca’s honors. He earned them through his own abilities.”

Sol Tavitz is fine, though.

He was never one to seek the limelight as a soldier.