Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"Have you all heard about how the Emperor's son, Acting Governor Casgar, defeated the Xenomorphs on Silent Star?"

Hi.

So that's why you summoned all the company commanders?

"Phew, Lord Horus, why didn't you say so sooner?"

"We can't present you with the grand gift we prepared for your coronation as a War General now."

"Torgardon said jokingly, and Horus's expression turned somewhat surprised as a burst of laughter came from behind him."

"Warmaster?"

How did you find out about this?

"How did you find out, my lord? From Holy Terra to the very frontier of the human empire, this matter has been the talk of the town."

"I suspect that there's no need for any Star Speakers to contact us; the whole world will be discussing who will become the Imperial War General."

Since the news came that the eight existing Primarchs would be returning to the Imperium to hold a meeting, a rumor that the Emperor would elect a Warmaster at the meeting has been spreading throughout the Imperium.

Some busybodies have suggested that the collective return of the expeditionary fleet was a way for the war commanders to go back and "pay a grand birthday greeting" to the Emperor.

Moreover, even among the crew of the Vengeance Soul, there were betting games on "who can become the War Master".

"Of course, I, being loyal, have bet ten Skyhawk coins on you."

Togarden gave a perfunctory bow, which drew another round of laughter.

"Tarik (Torgarden's name), but I've heard you seem to have suppressed other Primarchs as well?"

Even Company Commander Abaddon, Togarden's closest friend, made a sarcastic remark about it.

"Then you can only blame the bookmaker for being too ruthless. Everyone who said we Shadowmoon Wolves bet on Horus, making it impossible for him to continue playing."

"I have to find a balance—"

"Alright, Company Commander, all done."

Horus smiled, glanced at the company commanders present, and finally fixed his gaze on the somewhat reserved newcomer.

His pearl-white power armor, inlaid with amber-colored Eye of Horus, gleamed as new, clearly showing that it had been meticulously maintained.

The newlywed was handsome, with some freckles, and his hair was the gray-gold color common in Kosonia, shaved into a buzz cut.

However, judging from his upright posture and tense facial expression, he seemed a little too "resolute".

"It seems we have a new company commander."

“This, this is the newly appointed 10th Company Commander, [Gavial Locken],” Togarden introduced. “I tried to persuade him, but he’s still a bit reserved.”

"Nice to meet you! Lord Wolf Shepherd!"

As if he had received a command, he opened his mouth and let out a thunderous battle roar.

This was immediately followed by a perfectly standard military salute, to show respect for the Primarch.

This was definitely the longest burst of laughter the company commanders had ever had.

It made everyone laugh.

"Please, Company Commander. You don't need to do that."

Even Horus himself couldn't hold back.

In wartime, the Shadowmoon Wolves' discipline is as impeccable as that of a fierce but intelligent wolf pack.

But now that the war is over, Shadowmoon Wolves have naturally returned to being a harmonious family.

All legion warriors and all brothers in arms will live together in harmony here.

At least for now.

"Let's get back to the main topic."

Horus adjusted his laughing expression and tone, then turned to the giant projection device behind him.

"Company commanders, you have all fought very well in the alien extermination campaign in the Dalit Galaxy."

"As members of the Shadowmoon Wolves, your battles have proven the glory of the Sixteenth Legion."

He then abruptly changed the subject: "But that's not enough."

"The battle between the Casca and the Sons of the Emperor on Silent Star makes me feel tense."

"Back when I was the only Primarch under the Emperor, I was very proud of my status as the Firstborn Son."

"A thirty-year lead makes me believe that my achievements and legion will far surpass those of my brothers and sisters who came after me, and I believe that I will definitely become the most trustworthy elder brother in everyone's hearts."

"But it seems that none of my brothers and sisters are simple."

Although Horus considered himself to have made great contributions, he dared not say that he was absolutely certain of being appointed as the War Master.

“Philus, who is most closely connected with the Cult of Mechanics and possesses countless heavy firepower; Rogdorn, the defense master who owns the Mountain Array; and Guilliman, the recently returned Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds and Son of War.”

"They are all formidable rivals to me in the competition for the title of general manager."

Horus paused for a moment.

He couldn't possibly ignore him.

The most powerful, and also the most likely, Primarch to be chosen.

His strongest rival.

"And then there's that taciturn commander of the Second Legion."

My siblings are indeed very capable.

But it seems a bit too ambitious.

This made him, who considered himself the eldest brother, feel somewhat lost.

"Are you wondering what this has to do with the battle between Casca and the Son of the Emperor on Silent Star?"

He let out a deep sigh.

"I have to say, Casca and his team have far exceeded my expectations."

"Even the Third Legion, which I previously thought had almost no chance of being rebuilt, might be built by him and the Fugrim into something even more terrifying and powerful than us in the future."

As he spoke, the projection equipment behind him changed, displaying the appearance of several alien warships.

"These are images left behind by the mechanical cultists stationed on the Silent Star."

"The alien fleet that invaded at the time was extremely large. Even though they were not equipped with Void Shields as defensive facilities, their super-heavy firepower and sturdy shells were still incomparable to the Moon-class forces that remained behind."

The projected image changed to the surface of the Silent Star, which was covered in poisonous miasma.

Countless alien-like crystal structures were launched from the warships onto the ground and began firing at the Son of the Emperor's defensive fortifications.

"Hmph, it's not a big deal."

Abaddon was clearly somewhat unconvinced.

"If I were to lead five hundred Gastrin (an elite Space Marine force of Shadowmoon Wolves) to prepare in advance, we could still hold the surface defenses."

"Perhaps it is indeed possible."

Horus nodded.

"But what if I told you that Casgar not only held out but also launched a counterattack, without even deploying a Space Marine company?"

Chapter 47 Shadow Moon Wolf University Study (Part 1)

"What? Father, this is impossible!"

Company Commander Abaddon denied it.

Perhaps that guy named Casca does have some skill.

Five hundred elite veteran soldiers, all sons of the emperor, were used to defend the surface fortifications and break through the enemy's weaknesses one by one, ultimately launching a counterattack.

The Sons of the Emperor are known for their elite status but small numbers, and the veterans of the Sons of the Emperor who have survived the Great Expedition to this day can all be described as the elite of the elite.

It's all thanks to his elite Astartes troops!

These are things that Ezekiel Abaddon, the 1st Company Commander of Shadowmoon Wolf, who is undefeated in a hundred battles and the most powerful, domineering, and fierce man in the Sixteenth Legion, can also do!

If he were to command the Silent Star campaign, he would lead a team of elite Gastrin veterans to launch a surprise attack on the alien leader, effectively decapitating him.

It's not difficult.

But Horus said that the Kasgars were not even used by Space Marines.

An acting governor of a Space Marine legion who did not use Space Marines in the campaign.

How did he win this battle?

Horus did not answer, but simply watched the projected recording in front of him.

In the footage, under the fire of the Crystal Alien's energy-focused weapons, Casca's defensive positions collapsed one after another, seemingly having no chance to retaliate against the enemy's overwhelming offensive.

Not only Abaddon, but the rest of the Shadowmoon Wolf Company Commanders were also intently watching the projection.

They also wanted to know how the guy who could put so much pressure on Lord Horus could win without relying on his veteran Space Marine company.

"Those are... the mortal auxiliary army?"

"And flying mechs... are they the Mechanicus's secret weapons?"

"No. As far as I know, the development direction of the Intelligent Control Legion has always been large-scale, heavily armed automated machine soldiers."

"This kind of small detection device is not like their style."

Seeing that the battle was turning around with the addition of flying mechs and civilian auxiliary troops, the company commanders gathered around the large table in the staff room and expressed their opinions one after another.

"sharp."

"If only our army could execute such a well-coordinated strike!"

“It’s very impressive.”

"The aliens are completely tied down, and a large number of their main forces are unable to engage in combat. Such strong guerrilla capabilities."

Ultimately, as the Chemos Guard and countless flying mechs eliminated the surface crystal aliens one by one, the alien warships in the sky were also ambushed by the Imperial cruisers that had been lying in wait. The battle against the aliens was won with minimal casualties.

"According to our post-battle statistics, Casca deployed more than 6,000 Chemos Guard members on the battlefield, with only about 100 dying and the number of wounded also kept to within 100."

"As for the most elite veterans of the Emperor's Son, apart from one whose right leg was burned through by an alien attack during the subsequent boarding operation, the rest were all unharmed."

"A perfect battle."

Horus exclaimed, "Izekel, now, do you still insist that you can do it?"

Ezekiel Abaddon remained silent.

Defeating the aliens is not difficult.

However, it is almost impossible to guarantee such low casualties.

“Ezekiel, you are a powerful and proud warrior, and that is true.”

"But we should not be arrogant and think that we, the Shadowmoon Wolves, are the strongest warriors and do not need to learn from other legions."

He placed his hand on the wolf skin of a company commander's shoulder armor, speaking earnestly.

"I myself am partly to blame for this misjudgment regarding Casca."

"I was arrogant and lacked discernment. If Kasgar weren't my brother-in-law, but a warrior of the Shadowmoon Wolves Legion..."

"His talent for commanding may very well be buried here."

Horus's tone was full of frustration.

The son who first returned home was humble.

We must not become arrogant and complacent just because we have achieved some success.

This was the virtue he had learned during his thirty years of study by the Emperor's side, and it was also the reason why the Primarch would honor him as his elder brother in the future.

"Don't be nervous, Company Commander, I'm not criticizing you."

Seeing the tense and uneasy expression on the face of Company Commander Gavial Locken, Horus quickly said.

"However, we Shadowmoon Wolves can no longer be arrogant and complacent."