Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Lead speaker: Gerconda Parker.

She is quite old, and even after undergoing meticulous skincare and anti-aging surgery, time has still left its mark on her body with wrinkles.

The wear and tear on the mechanically modified parts is also visible to the naked eye.

She was slender and was slowly sipping a wine from a tall glass.

"Commander Casgar, Chief Lord, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Would you like some?

She pointed to a wine glass that was still half full.

"No thanks. I don't drink."

“Then you’re at a disadvantage.” She chuckled softly, lowered her head, and took a sip with relish. “Your Primarch wife, Vorgrim, is one of the world’s best brewers, yet you don’t enjoy drinking.”

"What a waste. Just like Byzantium, after we discovered it, there were actually two legions that could have taken over the matter."

"But I chose you."

"Compared to being turned into another Ultramar by the Ultramarines, the Emperor's Sons may be able to realize their full potential."

Ugh.

Why does everyone have to insult Guilliman?

However, he doesn't object to it.

Ms. Parker hails from Holy Terra and is the chief preacher of Imperial Truth in the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets.

At the same time, during her visit to Byzantium in the 28th century, she was also an envoy officially representing the imperial bureaucracy.

As the first bureaucrats to land in Byzantium, they brought the long-lost imperial principles to this long-separated world.

At the same time, she was also an informant planted by Makado within the legion.

The psionicist beside the emperor seemed to never truly trust them, the Astartes.

Of course, in terms of the outcome, this way of thinking is indeed correct.

"Alright. Casca, what do you want from me?"

She drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.

“We are approaching the upper orbit of Byzantium. Lord Fugrim wishes you to gather the members of the diplomatic corps and meet them at the landing module.”

"Moreover, it seems that I will face even more severe challenges."

Casca gave a wry smile.

".Owner."

In an almost inaudible voice, Casca, dressed in a fitted servant's outfit, stood still in the landing module.

"Good boy, that's right."

Fugrim chuckled and looked at him.

The conquest of Byzantium did not require the use of an army as usual.

Compared to the irreconcilable aliens, the scattered human planets could often be brought back to the Empire at a relatively low cost through the efforts of diplomatic missions.

Of course, this is also the son of an emperor who pursues perfection.

If Philus, a follower of Sheda, were to arrive, those who failed to surrender within the allotted time would be razed to the ground by her overwhelming heavy firepower.

As the hatch opened, other speakers from the diplomatic corps, administrative bureaucrats, mechanical cult members and officers, as well as all sorts of merchants with various licenses and qualifications, boarded the ship, preparing to travel to the unknown, mysterious planet numbered 28-1.

However, even so, the process of recapture will not always be smooth sailing.

Before engaging in diplomacy, it is often necessary to demonstrate one's own strength to a certain extent.

"Eliminate the remaining followers and establish their authority."

"As for the task of eliminating threats from the shadows, that's up to you~"

"My little pet."

Fugrim, filled with vengeful satisfaction, embraced Kasgar, who was dressed in a servant's uniform, and kissed him on the cheek.

Chapter 66 Firebird

As one Stormbird fighter after another left the cabin, the last orbital dropship carrying Fugrim glided gradually in front of them as the tracks turned.

It was a very unique Stormbird.

Compared to ordinary fighter jets, this one has undergone extensive modifications, with wings that are longer than those of the Stormbird and curve gracefully backward.

The bow of the ship is hook-shaped, which contrasts sharply with the blunt bows of other fighter jets.

With the flame paint on the tail, it looks like a burning and flying phoenix when it flies in the sky.

There are even rumors that when the aircraft passes through the atmosphere, the paint on its wings will actually burn, just like its name suggests, leaving a bright streak of color across the sky.

Firebird.

This is Forgrim's personal vehicle.

“Ms. Parker, our lead speaker, please.”

Fugrim never let go of Kasgar.

She embraced him to her side, and with her other hand and upper body, she bowed slightly, giving directions to the bureaucrat from the empire.

She and the warriors of the Emperor's Sons Legion behind her had all changed into bright purple-gold armor.

As for Fugrim's attire, it was even more magnificent: her emerald cloak billowed behind her, accompanied by the flaming sword at her waist and the explosive pistol called "Fire Mark" that shone brightly.

Even though she appears to be an exceptionally beautiful woman, not a single person would dare to question her abilities.

Including the man she was arm in arm with, Casca, who was dressed as a servant.

"Your relationship is unusually good."

Although he didn't know why, the preacher Pike still came to this conclusion.

She glanced at the two of them with a smile, then stepped onto the slope beside them with her right leg, which revealed some mechanical parts.

“I don’t know, Fugrim. Is this a long-planned scheme of yours, or just a little hobby of yours?”

"Or both?"

Then, her gaze swept over Casca, whose face was full of embarrassment.

"I never expected to see the prototype of the Centaur Gold Ring, which has swept half of the human world, here."

and many more?

The fake smile on Casca's face vanished instantly.

Let's make things clear first!

"What is the 'Centaur Gold Ring' that has swept across half the human world?"

What exactly did this thing become, in places and at times unknown to Kaska?

It's swept across half the human world?!

You mean to say that the inhabitants of nearly several million planets know about this—

"Well--"

Just as he was about to ask further questions, his mouth and nose were gently covered by a fair and icy hand.

good smell.

It smells good.

“Casca, a servant has no right to ask questions like this, you know?”

He disguised himself as Fugrim's personal servant and had to learn to "behave properly".

As for what constitutes proper behavior?

Of course, all decisions are made by Fugrim alone.

As the Primarch, her power within the Legion is limitless!

Fugrim smiled and said, "Alright, sons of the Emperor, come with me to board the ship."

Kasgar's sorrowful gaze met the several new recruits, the sons of the Emperor, behind him.

In addition to the six previously scheduled personnel, Commander Abdron will also be traveling as part of the honor guard.

Kaska clearly saw a hint of pity in the other's eyes.

I understand what he means.

Sometimes, being a gigolo isn't easy.

Master-level craftsmanship of sword, shield, gun, and armor.

Miracles and magic always come at a price.

For example, a certain red-skinned Oglin with one eye.

The Firebird is navigating through the debris field.

The heavy engine noise that used to whiz past my ears was greatly reduced after the noise reduction modification by Fugrim.

This gave them the opportunity to communicate.

“Ms. Parker, what is your opinion of the Byzantine bureaucrats we are about to face? After reading all the materials you have submitted, I am pessimistic about them.”

"all?"

Parker was clearly somewhat surprised by the number.

Following their first contact, all historical materials, literary works, and poetic art from Byzantium were copied and sent to the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets.

Even with the Primarch's energy, reviewing all of them during weeks of subspace travel would be a massive undertaking.

Not to mention that the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets had just been established, and there were still many more missions and approvals awaiting the Legion Primarch's execution.

Yet she still managed to manage everything perfectly.

“That’s a huge number, Lord Fugrim. Especially considering how busy you are.”

"Thank you for your compliment, madam. I like to do things myself, just like this Firebird we are on, which is also a work of art that I built myself on the armored arsenal deck."

"As sons of emperors who constantly strive for perfection, we never stop."

She didn't hide the pride in her tone.

"only--"

She glanced at Casca out of the corner of her eye.

"Even though I poured all my heart and soul into pursuing perfection and gave him all my love, I still couldn't keep him."

"The caged bird still yearns for the world outside, the world called the Iron Hand."

"What should I do now, Ms. Parker?"

Kasgar felt Fugrim's hand gripping his waist.

He sensed that a crisis was approaching.

"that is because--"

No, I won't talk back.

She spoke slowly and deliberately.

His gaze toward Casca was filled with cold, disdainful contempt.

As one of the most beautiful Primarchs in the galaxy, Vorgrim's every smile and gesture has an immeasurable power of attraction for ordinary people.

The same applies to Casca.

"Humph."

Seeing that Casca was speechless and dared not speak again, she gave a soft hum.

Like a child who has successfully exacted revenge, a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.