Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Herold's expression was one of surprise and uncertainty.

I really underestimated my opponent's strength.

However, seeing that the other party only knocked away the patrol team's weapons and did not intend to kill them, he gained some courage to be defiant.

This woman must still be wary of the methods used by nobles.

She should be wary.

“I’m warning you, Fugrim.”

"The other nobles on Karax have all formed an alliance with me. If you dare to harm us, the entire fortress will fall!"

"Oh?"

She raised her eyebrows slightly.

Herod scoffed, "We have control of the fortress's facilities! If you dare lay a hand on me or the nobles, you'll face consequences without our leadership."

“The angry people will surely transport the molten metal and the fortress design maps outside the city, so that the remnants of other nobles can avenge me!”

"Hahaha! We'll blow up the fortress, and if all else fails, we'll all die together!"

A hint of madness flashed in Herold's eyes.

"People from outside the city! That's right, people from outside the city!"

"Send the big bomb to the Surfa people outside the city!"

Raul, standing nearby, chimed in with a strange cry.

"Raul, you idiot! I never said I was from Surfa!"

"Surfa people?"

For once, Fugrim's expression turned serious.

The Surfa are the largest nomadic tribe on the planet Chemos.

If Chagatai Khan were to actually descend upon Chemos as expected, he would probably become a carefree racer among the Surfa people.

Unfortunately, reality is always full of unexpected twists and turns.

Due to some warp forces, the one that ultimately landed on Chemoth was the Vorgrim, who was picked up by the workers of Carax Fortress.

As for combat, every one of the Surfa people is a master.

With their exceptional swordsmen and scrap motorcycles assembled from ancient machinery, their fighting prowess remains formidable even in the harsh wasteland filled with endless yellow sand.

If they were to obtain the molten metal bomb and the fortress map, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Even if Fugrim is not afraid, the Karax Fortress, which lacks combat power, is very likely to fall.

"The guys you arranged to cause trouble before, weren't they Surfa people?"

She asked in a cold voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Kill me if you want, if you can accept that the fortress will fall into chaos due to the lack of noble leadership."

Herold turned his head away and closed his eyes, looking like a brave warrior facing death with righteous indignation.

“No,” she shook her head, “you seem to have misunderstood something.”

"I never said I wanted to kill you."

As she spoke, she sheathed the gleaming sword.

The elegant and perfect Primarch would not choose such crude means to conquer the Carax.

That's how tyrants and dictators operate.

But she, Fugrim, has her own unique methods.

"Herold, I'm just here to invite you to see a play."

she said with a smile.

Chapter 9 of the drama begins as expected.

Drama, what an ancient and unfamiliar word.

As a nobleman, Herod did indeed have a slight interest in this way of enjoying life that had been lost to the ancient and wealthy era.

In legend, when people could eat food made from meat and vegetables every day...

In their leisure time, they would gather together in a magnificent hall with countless marble carvings to watch stories from ancient legends performed by clever and witty actors.

He would like theater.

But definitely not when a knife is held to your own throat.

"You have no right to refuse."

Perhaps sensing his resistance, Fugrim gripped the hilt of his sword again and said calmly.

Instantly, Herod felt a cool sensation on his face.

Instinctively, he touched his face with trembling hands.

is blood.

In that instant, his opponent precisely slashed his skin with his sword before sheathing it.

He couldn't even see his opponent's movements clearly.

force.

A kind of pure, primal display of ostentation and threat.

Herod couldn't help but swallow.

"Okay, I'll go."

"Boss, that guy Fugrim is so nice! Not only did he not cause us any trouble, he even invited us to see a play!"

"A play! I've never seen one in my life—"

"Shut up, you noisy idiot!"

Following behind Fugrim, Herod muttered curses under his breath for his brainless follower.

After he had no choice but to agree to the other party's request, Fugrim strolled casually along the upper streets of the fortress.

"Forgrim, where are you taking us?"

"As far as I know, there is no theater inside Carax Fortress."

Even if they existed in the past, they were demolished and destroyed countless years ago.

"Forgrim?"

She simply walked ahead in silence, offering no answer to Herod's question.

Until my footsteps landed in the center of the widest upper plaza and I stood still.

There were quite a few people in the square.

Even not far away, one could see members of other noble families waiting there.

"We're not going anywhere."

“The whole of Carax is our theater.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the electric lights that had illuminated the upper fortress for countless years went out instantly.

Silence enveloped everything.

"Turn off the lights and open ventilation panels 29-13."

【receive】

[The sound array system has been adjusted and is outputting according to instructions.]

[All existing projection equipment in the factory has been connected]

[Projecting]

Standing in the main control room inside the fortress, Casca rubbed his temples as he adjusted countless fortress equipment buttons.

Currently, his combat ability is not much higher than that of an ordinary person.

If we send him down to organize an uprising with Fugrim, it might actually hinder him.

Therefore, after entering Karax through the secret passage, they split into two groups as planned. He would operate the fortress's mechanical systems to assist Vograim in his propaganda campaign.

He had previously suggested to Fugrim that they take a simpler and faster approach to suppressing the fortress.

But the other party flatly rejected him.

"No. It shouldn't be that simple."

"This is not just a battle for us to retake the fortress, but also the starting point for our magnificent conquest of this planet and this universe."

"Only the most magnificent and epic opening can match it."

"And in the future, all scholars, historians, playwrights, or simply viewers who read this history will be captivated and captivated by it."

Her reply was very much in her style.

But things weren't so good for Casgar.

According to Fugrim's plan, she would use a play to awaken the ideals and dreams in the hearts of everyone in the Carax.

Casca, on the other hand, was promoted to the position of stage manager behind the scenes in the theater.

Although he wasn't exactly a mechanical expert, during the month he spent learning from Fugrim, he was still able to operate the machines according to instructions.

[Battle C-1 is about to begin]

dark.

Everything turned to darkness.

"what happened?"

Is there a problem with the power supply system?

"Run! Or are you waiting for that woman to chop your head off?!"

Beneath the dimly lit square, the numerous nobles gathered there were constantly agitated.

But in the next instant, their hope of escape immediately turned into despair.

Boom!

The heavy isolation wall fell down, completely blocking all the passageways around the square.

"Damn it, what trick is she playing???"

"Are you not going to kill us so that you can better humiliate the nobles?!"

Herold angrily pounded on the isolation wall.

Even if the other party doesn't move an inch.

At this moment, it is not only the upper fortress that is plunged into darkness.

The lower-level factories of Carax were also shrouded in darkness.

"Damn it, the power's out!"

"It's over, we're definitely not going to meet our quota now."

"Why now of all times?"

Amidst the commotion in the factory, a projection screen slowly descended, almost unnoticed by everyone.

"Brothers and sisters, come and see what this is!"

As soon as the words were spoken, just like before the start of a movie, the entire factory fell silent, with only a few whispers still echoing in the empty darkness.

what is this?

A giant tapestry hanging in the sky?