Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Although they are still Space Marines with two hearts and three lungs, their actual combat stats are almost on par with those of the newly formed Custodians.

Written as a Space Marine, but read as a Forbidden Army.

Lucius, who already struggled against Casca, was now completely helpless against Casca.

This is not fair!

That's what Lucius wanted to shout.

But having just downed a large cup of "nutritious porridge," he seemed to have little strength left to shout.

"Thor, Lucius, you two take a break. Give the field to me and Casgar."

“All three of you are quite talented. Carefully observe the changes in the sword moves; the rest is up to you to figure out.”

As Aqua spoke, she jumped onto the training cage.

"Come on up, Casca."

"Let me see how much you've improved these days."

"it is good."

Kasgar smiled and nodded, then leaped into the ring.

A swift, gust of swordplay, accompanied by a series of melodious clanging sounds, exploded around the two of them.

Even though Thor and Lucius were both swordsmanship prodigies, the swordsmanship of the two men before them still dazzled them.

The stalemate lasted for half a minute before Aqua finally managed to knock Kaska to the ground with a single sword strike.

half a minute.

Upon seeing this, Thor and Lucius's eyes narrowed.

Even if the instructor held back slightly, the fact that Kaska could withstand the sword saint Aqua Duna for half a minute shows that, in terms of combat ability, he already has the qualifications to become a company commander.

For a recruit who hasn't even fully undergone the transformation to achieve this level, imagine what he'll be like after he completes the transformation and his swordsmanship improves.

How terrifying must his combat abilities be?

"continue?"

Aqua raised her head, drew her sword, and asked.

"continue."

Falling into the ground, Kaska's eyes showed no defeat, only boundless fighting spirit.

Being able to fight the strongest swordsman in the Great Crusade with all his might, even if Kasgar has to eat the food cooked by the other party, it's still worth the price of admission!

"it is good."

Despite her cold demeanor, she still managed a rare smile.

Deep within Terra Palace.

The hunched old man, draped in a linen robe, had the sound of his psionic staff striking echoing across the magnificent marble palace floor.

The old man found him.

"My lord."

"Forgive my bluntness, but in the days I've been observing Number Twenty-One, I haven't found him to have even the slightest bit of psionic talent."

He didn't sense anything particularly special about Casca.

Could it be that he made a mistake?

"This is normal, no need to worry, my friend."

"Before he truly awakens, his potential will continue to accumulate like a volcano."

"When will this volcano erupt, my lord?"

"Maybe soon, maybe never."

he replied.

"Just like how Horus, that kid, suddenly awakened from being a thug into a Primarch, he still needs more to truly unleash his full power."

"An opportunity, an epiphany."

"Hiss, it hurts so much, but it feels so good!"

After a day of exhilarating training, Casca strolled leisurely toward his room.

"Huh? What is this?"

There seemed to be an extra fine, golden-red crack on the web of his right palm, more so than usual.

Chapter 32 The Steel Hand

Casca lowered his head and carefully examined the anomaly in his hand.

The crack was so small that it would have been missed by someone with the eyesight of a Space Marine.

If it's just a minor wound, Casca probably won't care too much about it.

But this crack seems somewhat unusual.

He couldn't see any skin or tissue within the fine crack lines. Instead, it emitted a golden-red light, as if it were still slowly flowing within them.

He tentatively touched it with his hand, and it felt no different from ordinary skin.

what on earth is it?

"do not know."

Melusin's answer was brief and to the point.

"But all the data shows no problems. If there are no errors, it is very likely that the modifications you underwent in the underground laboratory are the cause."

Have you encountered anything unusual these past few days?

"No, I just receive normal swordsmanship and etiquette training."

Aside from training with the master of ceremonies, Rellano, and the swordswoman Aqua, Casca did not encounter any strange occurrences.

Besides, this is Holy Terra, and it's near the Terra Palace.

Which blind devil dares to run wild here?

"Then, pharmacist, what else do I need to do?"

"No need, I'll just make a note of your current situation."

“By the way, you might not know this yet,” Melusin said slowly, “Forgrim is back.”

Fugrim is coming back.

Casca wasn't particularly happy about this.

Because he was familiar with the original novel, he knew where she had been fooling around for the past three months!

In order to forge weapons for her future expeditions, she traveled to a large foundry at the foot of the Ural Mountains, where she encountered another Primarch, the Iron Hand, Feralus Marus.

Primarch of the Tenth Legion, Iron Hand, Headless Fey, Senior, Hand of Fate (this nickname was discontinued after a certain two-shot bomb target also used this nickname).

The two hit it off immediately and exchanged weapons they had forged as souvenirs.

Phoenix and Iron Ten have a very good relationship, which is written in the original work.

That being said

But I was here first!

Casgar was very unhappy about this.

"Casca!"

"Open the door! I'm home!"

Sitting in his room, not knowing what to do, Casca heard shouts outside.

Fugrim came to find him.

"calm down."

"Now that the timeline has shifted and I'm still alive, the plot might change as a result?"

For example——

"what?"

Casca was somewhat incredulous at what he was seeing.

It was indeed Fugrim standing outside the door, and she did indeed have a flaming sword at her waist.

But behind her was another woman.

She was dressed in a simple black outfit, with strong muscles, and was half a head taller than Fugrim.

As for comparison with Casca, even though Casca has grown much taller, it still only reaches the Primarch's chest.

Her jet-black hair was tied into a neat high ponytail, one eye was covered by pure silver, and her hands were cast from pure silver, revealing a strange metallic luster.

Is this Iron Hand?

Phyllis Marus?

Seriously, no, Fei, Senior Fei?

Casca was somewhat incredulous.

“Casgar, this is my sister, Primarch Philus Marus, Lord of the Tenth Legion,” Fugrim said with a smile as he introduced her to Casgar. “Philus, this is my husband whom I mentioned to you before, Casgar Sherlock.”

"Nice to meet you."

Phyllis spoke very succinctly, extending her silver hand to shake hands with Casca.

"However, if I may be so bold..."

She narrowed her eyes and looked at Fugrim with some displeasure: "Wasting too much energy on such mortals will only make you weaker."

As a typical socialite, Fei-senior didn't seem to spare him much leeway when she spoke.

"Oh? But I don't think Casca is as bad as you say."

Fugrim turned to face the other person, and although she still had a smile on her face, the smile had diminished by several degrees.

Like a mother hen protecting her chicks, she stood before Casca.

"Perhaps things will change in the future, but as of now, I can't see any reason in him to be as invested as you are."

Seeing this, Philus became even more disappointed in him.

"You see Casca? That's how she is."

"Like a Gorgon, baring his teeth and claws at everyone."

After saying that, he entered the room and sat on the large bed in the center of the room, chuckling.

"I'll take this as a compliment from you."

Phyllis neither confirmed nor denied this.

"Casgar, do you think this Gorgon started taking his anger out on you right away?"

"Hmph, of course it's for this!"

As Fugrim spoke, he took out an exquisite power sword shaped like a Shanabar saber.

Kaska had previously seen many master-level crafted weapons in the treasury of the Sword Saint Aqua.

But Casca had never seen anything more exquisite and magnificent than the one in her hand.

"What is this?!"

“This is a gift for you,” Phyllis said, her voice tinged with a hint of bitterness.

"Forgrim spent almost three months building this; I thought she was planning to trade with me."

"I specially crafted a flaming sword for her to use, but who knew that in the end—"

It seems that Fei's good intentions were misplaced.