Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Of course, we also have to include the utterly dejected Casca on the sidelines.

Of course, this is also a gamble.

It was not only a gamble with Lemanrus, his savage Primarch brother, but also the future of the entire Legion.

Currently, there are only a few hundred Imperial Sons still serving on the Imperial Pride, not even enough to fill the ship's mess hall.

Due to a lack of manpower, many training facilities are almost completely idle, and the personnel in various positions on the new Voidship are still getting used to each other.

If the other side dares to attack them during this vulnerable time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Even if they were fortunate enough to withstand the attack, the losses faced by the Third Army would be equally unacceptable.

The son of the emperor is not allowed to fail.

"But this is also an opportunity."

Fugrim is very optimistic.

"If we succeed in bringing Byzantium under our control without bloodshed, its billions of inhabitants will become the future source of blood tax for the Third Legion."

For the sparsely populated Third Army, a well-preserved Byzantium would be a long-term source of manpower.

Compared to Guilliman, who possesses five hundred worlds of Alteramar and speaks without a care in the world, Fugrim must carefully protect every planet she goes to.

After quickly instructing Byzantine on his characteristics and tasks, the six sons of the emperor either whispered among themselves or remained silent as they walked out of the observation deck.

Now, before the massive bow of the Imperial Pride, only Fugrim and Kasgar beside her remained silent.

"What's wrong, Casgar?"

"Still haven't settled into your new identity?"

She leaned against the table, propping her chin on her hand, watching Casca's expression of resentment and shame with amusement.

This is it!

She just wanted to see those teeth!

In fact, Fugrim's twisted sense of humor was far more ruthless than Kasgar had imagined.

Even at the very beginning, he didn't even have the butler's robes.

She even wanted to see Casca in a maid outfit.

Maid Outfit Astartes!

Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh—

Are you kidding me? I’m going to puke!

But faced with Kasgar's unwavering and resolute refusal, Fugrim had no choice but to give up, no matter how much he wanted to insist.

No matter what, he was the son of the emperor, the chief lord and commander, and he still had to save face.

"Now, Casca. There's no one else here."

Fugrim said to Kasgar with a smile.

Upon hearing this, he immediately felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

At this point, his pelvis is usually going to suffer.

"Now, could you please go to the imperial bureaucrats and retrieve some Byzantine-related poetry, laws, and literature for me?"

"Gulp! I will absolutely not yield—"

"Hey, wait a minute, what did you say you wanted?"

"Byzantine-related poetry, legal and humanistic books."

She smiled, and her voice became much softer.

"If we want to persuade Byzantium to surrender, we must first understand his social structure and ideology."

"Go quickly, Casca."

"Ok."

"Forgrim, you should also get more rest."

"Yes. Thank you, Casgar."

Like a true male servant, Kasgar remained silent for a moment, then bowed slightly to her and turned to leave without saying anything more.

But this doesn't mean that Fugrim can relax even a little.

Since leaving Chemos, she has been constantly plagued by anxiety about the Legion's inability to carry out formal operations.

The achievements of her other siblings who had returned also filled her with fear.

Can she really call herself perfect?

A sense of crisis gnawed at her like snake venom.

Fugrim was terrified.

She was constantly afraid.

Moreover, even if Casca only glanced at other people for a moment, she would feel a strange sense of unease.

She couldn't explain why she felt this way.

It's like a part that's deforming under heavy pressure.

Fugrim was a little tired.

She felt nostalgic for the old days in Chemos when she and Casca repaired machinery together.

Although those times were tough, they were still filled with simple beauty and joy.

Being with loved ones brings a sense of fulfillment and joy; it's a time when you don't need to worry about the future or others.

And now.

"I still have a whole world to fix."

Fugrim leaned over the table and sighed softly.

Chapter 65 Preparation for Landing

You're still paying attention to him.

As time went by, his people emerged from the darkness of ignorance, and with hope for the future, they went toward the stars.

He was also involved.

Living happily as an ordinary hermit.

Until the arrival of that subspace storm that swept across the entire galaxy.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

Or rather, you once had a way to solve it.

But now, you are old and frail, not as good as before.

The scattered people no longer had the ideal of yearning for the heavens beyond; the hunter's tricks and sharp blades were not aimed at the prey, but at another hunter.

They drew sustenance from the corpses of their dead compatriots.

Golden man, iron man, stone man.

Tech barbarians.

Conflict, civil war.

It will not stop until the crimson fills the earth.

You have seen a similar scene a long time ago.

At that time, your people called it the War of Heaven.

You are not afraid of the Star God's provocation.

However, the negative emotions generated by war will continue to nourish the evil beings in the subspace for a long time.

If the war is allowed to continue, the victors will be those lurking in the shadows.

And it will not create a conflict between you and the enemy.

Unfortunately, those fanatical fearers of death and star gods will never understand this.

Left with no other choice, you and your fellow countrymen withdrew from the battle.

In order to better protect the galaxy from the corruption of those warp evils, you built a supreme pyramid in the High Heavens, surrounded by your people.

After that, you will sit upon a burning golden throne.

Forever.

What?

you do not know.

Who can know everything?

Countless years have passed, and one ugly cycle after another has been played out.

The once noble people have become corrupt and decadent, and the city that once held ideals has become a den of iniquity.

They will not remember the heroes who saved them, nor will they fear the impending catastrophe.

Enjoyment is the most important thing in life.

Under the endless sensory stimulation of light and sound, few subjects would follow a legendary fool who sits motionless on his throne.

The Pyramid Throne could no longer suppress the three evil beings: Khorne, Nurgle, and Tzeentch.

The energy of the subspace is gathering, transforming into a cocoon, then into a storm.

You can sense that something is brewing.

You can only place your last hope on him.

And he responded to your expectations.

In order to reunite humanity scattered among the stars, he and his like-minded companions gazed at the stars together.

Among them were immortals and the royal guard.

There is the Thunder Warrior Primarch, as well as the biological scientist who once worked with him.

Then, he raised the [fire].

Bang!

As the deck of the Imperial Pride trembled once more, the illusions and murmurs that had haunted the choir and Casca dissipated once more.

[The warp jump is complete. Crew members, please remain calm.]

Completing a subspace jump is never a pleasant experience.

Whenever the navigator searches for a safe passage in the warp, endless illusions and that faint call enter his mind.

A dizzying sensation similar to airsickness.

Even the super-gene warriors, personally modified by the Emperor, were somewhat thrown into disarray by the tearing of subspace energy.

He slowly stood up again, leaning against the wine-red ship wall, and shook his head with his hand.

It's unclear whether these visions are psionic prophecies from the warp or some kind of conspiracy by a blue-feathered bird.

Casca chose not to believe them at all.

Fortunately, they have successfully jumped out of the subspace.

For a long time to come, he won't have to worry about this anymore.

Phoenix Grand Theatre.

As the entertainment venue and canteen for the Emperor's Sons Legion, this place never seems to lack entourage.

Top musicians from Terra are playing beautiful and soothing symphonies in front of an exquisitely decorated theater.

In the center of the audience seats sat an elderly woman.