Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

He bent down and bowed deeply, his robe, a symbol of his high-ranking official status, drooping onto the stone pavement.

"Didn't the preacher, Parker, mention this to you?"

"Blood tax. Children from surrendered planets will undergo Space Marine transformation tests, and suitable individuals will become excellent Space Marines and join the Great Crusade."

“And the sons of our emperors generally come from two different backgrounds.”

She pointed to Abdron beside her: "Either they come from the bloodline of ancient nobles on various planets."

“Or perhaps an outstanding young graduate from a military academy.” She turned to the emperor’s son named Telma, whom she had just spoken to.

This is Casca's suggestion.

He had prepared all of this while on Chemos.

Establish military academies in major fortified cities to select suitable personnel.

Recruits selected through formal testing are far more militarily competent than those chosen by other legions through a variety of quirky methods.

"May I ask, when will this expedition end?"

good question.

Fugrim fell silent at that moment.

When will the war end?

She had never considered this question, nor had she ever asked the emperor about it.

"I do not know."

"Maybe soon, maybe never."

"I understand."

The prime minister's face was expressionless.

He bowed deeply to Fugrim and slowly backed away.

Yes, an expedition.

When will this grand expedition, which spans the entire galaxy, come to an end?

Fugrim fell into deep thought.

But then, the whooshing sound of a bullet cutting through the air interrupted her thoughts.

To be honest, it's impossible to write about Fugen without the scene of him holding the little girl.

Chapter 74 The Riddler

"coming."

Fugrim felt the impact of the lead bullet that his power gauntlets had intercepted.

Despite its rough workmanship, its impact force is still astonishing.

But it's still impossible to penetrate her armor.

Finally, the assassins couldn't resist making their move again.

Fugrim crumpled the lead bullet in his hand.

Or rather, this is the real purpose of Fugrim's trip.

Lure the snake out of its hole.

After Casca disappeared, the only possible next move by the other party would be aimed at her.

"There are assassins."

"Abdullah, protect the prime minister and evacuate the people; the rest of you, come with me."

With that, Fugrim handed the trembling little girl to Chancellor Collins and quickly ran toward the location of the bullet.

The crowd dispersed as quickly as water after the gunshots rang out.

Compared to the disorderly and chaotic trampling, it was more like a routine evacuation.

Even those who screamed in alarm were extremely rare.

Living in the capital of Byzantium, assassinations of this magnitude seemed commonplace to the residents.

Seen too much.

The second floor of the third brick house on the street corner.

After a quick calculation in his mind, Fugrim pinpointed the shooter's location almost instantly.

"That house over there, quick!"

Telmar, who was closest, rushed in first, and the moment he smashed the wooden door with his solid body, the explosives behind the door made a dull thud.

The explosion sent wood chips and bricks flying in all directions, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.

"Cough cough, damn it."

Although, apart from scratching the coating, this level of blast was not enough to damage his terracotta armor.

But this attack also forced him to close his eyes and retreat, minimizing the impact as much as possible.

Bang!

Just as he adjusted his position and was about to rush in again, as if it were pre-programmed, after the first explosion, a series of explosions filled the entire brick room.

Bang bang!

The explosion's flames instantly pierced through the doors and windows of the brick house, transforming into raging tongues of fire.

The surrounding glass shattered under the impact, and the brick houses that originally stood there disappeared, leaving only a section of the crumbling walls that were still struggling to hold up the brickwork.

An explosion—a very clever move.

It can stop their pursuit, and even if the plan fails, it can burn all the evidence and clues to ashes.

But for the perfect son of the emperor, this was nothing more than another death throes.

"just in front!"

"See that? This door is connected."

Pointing to the ruins, where the Emperor's son Thorne was pointing, there was a door connecting the ruins to the neighboring brick house next to them.

Those guys most likely moved to another place through this door.

"go!"

After a brief period of reflection, the impatient Telma did not change her reckless strategy.

However, I had to be more careful when breaking open the wooden door this time, which is perhaps the difference.

Click!

After he smashed the thin wooden door to pieces with his massive powered armor, the expected explosion did not occur.

He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his left hand that was protecting his head and looked around.

The room was dark, and the lighting wasn't very good.

As a brick building connected to the assassin's stronghold, the interior decoration here seems to be just an ordinary residence, without any...

Click.

Up!

When Telma looked up anxiously, he saw a pair of black shotgun barrels pointed directly at his helmet.

Stab it!

Suddenly, a crisp sound of shattering glass rang out, accompanied by the light of the flaming sword illuminating the dark brick house.

Just as the opponent was about to pull the trigger, Fugrim made his move.

She leaped through the top-floor window of the brick house and snatched the shotgun from the man's hand with a speed that even Terma couldn't see.

Her other hand was gripping his neck.

The Primarch's massive size makes it unsuitable for combat in such confined terrain.

She chose to seize the opportunity and broke in through the window.

Just as Fugrim rushed into the room and captured the assassin, the guys who had been lying in wait pulled out their grenade launchers.

Since normal bullets have no effect on the Primitive, what about grenades?

Bang!

With several explosions echoing through the street, all that remained of the captive in Fugrim's hands was a shrill scream and countless fragments of flesh and blood covered in dust.

damn it.

These guys really went to any lengths to ensure she couldn't be captured alive.

Shaking off the brick dust that had fallen on him, the somewhat disheveled Fugrim shook his long, cascading silver hair.

However, even the powerful grenades, aside from making her look a little disheveled, still couldn't cause her any harm.

The power of the progenitor is far beyond human imagination.

"It's time to finish."

Somewhat annoyed, she pulled out the Flame-Infused Pistol from her waist and began firing at the location where the attackers had just launched their attack.

The wall was instantly sliced ​​open by the explosive rays, leaving a clean weld.

After losing its support, the roof, which was already teetering on the brink of collapse due to the explosion, instantly crumbled, burying all the assassins who were trying to escape under the rubble.

Except for one of them, the guy who ran away the instant the grenade was fired.

He was caught red-handed by Narvo Quinn, who had been waiting outside the brick house at Fugrim's behest.

Now, tell me—

Fugrim's tone was a thousand times colder than before.

"Who exactly sent you?"

"besides."

"Where is my Casca now?!"

The flaming longsword in her hand was currently searing the flesh of her opponent, making a crackling sound.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Want to know any clues about him?"

However, she was met with a burst of maniacal laughter.

"Stop thinking about it! He's already one of us!"

"Saba Sabazus!"

"Live forever, Sabazus!!!"

Snapped.

In an instant, the agitated Forgrim swiftly struck, knocking him unconscious.

She didn't have time to listen to the ravings of these lunatics.

"Take him to Melusin's place."

"The chief pharmacist knows how to handle them and get them to talk."

"Forgrim said in a cold voice."

It seems she's not in a good mood right now.

Narvo Quinn nodded, silently mourning for the assassin.

Only the soldiers of the Emperor's Son Legion knew what a tragic situation would occur if the Chief Pharmacist, this scientific madman, were handed over.

The street is still on fire.

"How's the situation over there?"