Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 110 Little Horse: Watch me pull a fast one on you
Magnus possesses extraordinary magical talent.

A pair of hands capable of casting almost all spells in the known realm of psychic energy, a terrifying physical body capable of withstanding such psychic magic, combined with his Primarch-level exquisite magical manipulation skills.

Together they form a magical prodigy with limitless potential.

Magnus now has almost everything he needs.

what?
You're asking where the brain went?

good question.

I almost forgot about that.

Magnus, where did your brain go?
You all are actually unaware of something.

According to unofficial historical records, the account of Magnus landing in Prospero was altered.

Contrary to historical records, he did not actually land directly in the central square of Tizica, the capital of Prospero, and was then raised by the famous local psionic scholar, Amon.

This makes no sense at all—Prospero is so large, and most of the area is a desert-covered no-man's land, shrouded and devoured by rampant swarms of spirit-eating bees.

Why did Magnus, of all people, end up in the very center of the only city, and then get picked up and raised by a psionicist?

According to unofficial historical records, when Magnus landed, he actually landed in a remote desert and was discovered by a swarm of Soul-Eating Bees.

However, the Soul-Eating Bees only realized something was wrong when they discovered that the baby in the amniotic sac was trying to lay eggs in his brain.

Where is the brain?
Where did this baby's brain go?
Ultimately, after numerous probes, these psionic beasts reached a disappointing conclusion.

—Magnus has no brains.

Then the Soul-Eating Bees could only leave in disappointment.

Later, the exploration team that came to this place saw the baby who was unaffected by the Soul-Eating Bees. Overjoyed, they took him back to the city and entrusted him to the psionic scholars in Tizka to raise.

The reason he was able to lead the Prospero people to eradicate the Soul-Eating Bees in the future largely stemmed from this advantage—

Because he has no brain, he is not afraid of the Soul-Eating Bees at all.

reasonable.

"Oh."

Magnus was somewhat embarrassed.

Although this psionic beam was indeed very effective and looked pleasing to the eye.

This move bypasses all friendly forces to clear the screen, and also eliminates evidence of the crime.

If those Imperial Truth Propagandists suspect something is amiss and want to investigate what is attacking Tizka, he can easily slip through their fingers.

Magnus successfully masked all traces of psionic energy from warp creatures.

Moreover, his powerful magic proved to Casgar that he was capable of solving problems should any research go wrong.

But things didn't seem to go as he expected.

His sudden inspiration made him seem to forget to reinforce the barrier between the real world and the warp before casting the spell.

This is just great.

A subspace rift appeared at the spot where he had just cast the spell, and it was still expanding.

While sending a bunch of warp creatures back, an even larger swarm of warp-eating bees followed the appearance of the psionic rift into the real world.

After a brief period of probing, the Soul-Eating Bees quickly integrated into a swarm heading towards the capital, Tizka.

Soul-Eating Bee: Oh ho ho, there's even a buffet!

Cover the sky.

Although the name of the Soul-Eating Bee is "bee", in everyone's impression, this thing seems to be small in size and only able to pose a threat to people by sheer numbers.

In reality, an adult Soul Eater Bee can reach a length of about 2.5 meters, which is not much different from a normal Astartes.

A swarm of terrifying killer bees, comparable in size to Space Marines, had formed a massive shadow capable of blocking out the sun, and was gnawing at the oasis city of Tizka.

Looking down at the terrifying swarm of bees, comparable to the most turbulent swarm in Prospero's history, advancing towards the city with no means of defense beneath the shattered shield, Casgar felt a surge of anxiety.

Below were not only a large number of civilians from Prospero, but also Space Marines from their Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets, Imperial troops, and the fleet's accompanying caravans!

If these swarms of spirit-devouring bees launch an attack on their people
Depending on the size and number of bees, their crew would soon be devoured, with only one-tenth remaining!

Before long, their heads will be gnawed by the Soul-Eating Bees until they look like Magnus!
Empty.

"Quick! What are we waiting for! Re-raise the psionic shield to withstand the attack of the Soul-Devouring Bees!"

In a moment of urgency, Kaska's psionic communication rapidly flew towards the center of the Tizka shield generator.
"We are working on it!"

"No! The psionic power of that attack from the enemy was too strong. Tizka's shield generator is currently overloaded by their attack!"

enemy.

You just used the word "enemy," right?

Kasgar wondered if he should remind these poor Thousand Sons that the attack was actually launched by their Primarch.

The situation is urgent, so let's forget about it.

"How long will it take to deploy the shield again?"

"It's very long! Most of our psionicists are unconscious from the impact just now!"

Falling into a coma seems more like a way to save face.

Many psychics with lower levels of psychic abilities even had their souls burned away by Magnus's heavy psychic attack.

"To restart again, it will take at least two Terran hours!"

That means there's no hope.

Two Terras are enough for the Soul Eater Bees to gnaw through the entire Tizka.

"Magnus! What on earth is going on?!"

"Why did your attack shatter even our own shields?!"

"I don't know! My... my target has nothing to do with Tizka's shield!"

"I don't know why this shield was overloaded!"

Logically speaking, Magnus wouldn't make such a basic mistake.

Therefore, there is only one answer—

Damn it, you scoundrel!
It must be Him! He's secretly adding ingredients to the pony's magic again!
Whether it's true or not, just curse Him!
Seeing that he had done something wrong again despite his good intentions, Magnus awkwardly tried to comfort Casca.

"Don't worry, friend! I can handle these Soul-Eating Bees! I know of a forbidden magic."

"If we can unleash it, it can absolutely turn the tide—"

Forbidden Magic!

Where are you thinking about your pathetic magic?
"Don't you think the subspace rift is big enough?!"

Kasga was speechless with anger.

"You! Calm down now, and stop thinking about doing anything big!"

"Quickly, send some people to deal with this warp rift! The rest of you, come with me to wipe out the swarm and preserve as many lives as possible for the Tizka inhabitants!"

"Hurry! We don't have much time left!"

With that, Kaska leaped into the air, the golden-red flames swirling around his right arm igniting, and charged toward the Tizka city that the Soul-Eating Bees were heading toward.

"Please, please, please don't let anything else happen."

Kaska prayed silently in his heart.

Prospero.

The capital city of Tizca.

One Terran time ago.

"What kind of creature attacked us?"

A crew member from the 28th Expeditionary Fleet asked a question to the people around him.

The psionic veil shrouding the capital city of Tizka has been drawn, and at the same time, crew members from the expeditionary fleet and residents of the capital all took refuge in one of the empty pyramid buildings under the cover of the Emperor's son, Astartes.

Despite having two powerful Primarchs, Magnus and Vorgrim, in charge, the Prospero people can tenaciously cope with even the greatest threats.

(Bad news: The biggest threat is Magnus)

"Who knows? Wizard stuff, there's nothing good about it." The crew members beside him made no attempt to hide their disgust for psionicists.

Psionicists are not well-liked in the human empire.

Aside from a few exceptional individuals like navigators, it's normal for psykers to face discrimination within the human empire.

After all, there are only a few psionicists who can control their own power.

More often than not, it's like an unstable gas cylinder.

Their combat effectiveness is unstable and they are prone to exploding.

It can kill a bunch of teammates when it explodes.

Being able to control psionic energy is a skill; if they can't control it and it explodes, ordinary people like them will suffer as well.

Who could possibly like this?

“My friend, please don’t say that on Prospero. Psionicists are just like everyone else, they are all legitimate citizens of the Empire.”

She was a young girl with beautiful, flowing blonde hair, mingling among the other refugees.

"Who are you? Prospero's wizard?"

"Oh, you guessed right. What new spells did you learn today? Maybe you could turn my intestines inside out?"

A burst of mocking laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Euphrates Qile".

She frowned, displeased by the discrimination she was experiencing from the crew members around her.

"I'm just an ordinary journalist."

"However, I want to remind you that while you are fleeing here, all the psionicists in Prospero are currently charging the psionic shield that protects us."

“I don’t think this is the time to discriminate against wizards.”

"No? Then can you tell me why those wizards won't even tell us what happened?"

"We don't even know what's attacking us!"

"It must be the blasphemous creations of those mad wizards; they've all been released!"

He didn't hesitate to speculate about Primarch Magnus and his psionic followers with the worst possible malice.

What even the crew member didn't know was that this conjecture was correct.

"that is!"

"Yes, then say it!"

"Since you said it's nothing serious, that the Primarch can handle it, why didn't you tell us?"

The commotion in the crowd became increasingly noticeable.

"Lord Fugrim, the resettlement of the crew of the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleet and some civilians from Prospero has been basically completed."

"The public sentiment is basically stable, and there have been no incidents of rioting or disturbances."

Vesper nodded slightly and reported to Fugrim.

"After receiving the order to attack the enemy, we immediately reinforced the defensive facilities and obstacles inside the pyramid."

"Lord Fugrim, what attacked us?"

"Only by knowing the situation of our enemy can we make contingency plans for the next step."

Although Forgrim's silence already indicated a tendency to not ask too many questions, the upright Vespasian still chose to pursue the matter to the end.

"I do not know either."

However, even Fugrim was unaware of this this time.

"Casga said it was some little secret of Magnus and the Fifteenth Legion, and that they could handle it without our help."

"Forgrim said with some displeasure."

Casca kept his promise to Magnus and did not reveal the matter.

After all, Casgar knew there was a better time to reveal what stupid thing this guy had done.

If you have something to say, go to the Council of Nicaea and speak to the Emperor!

"However, since Casca has spoken so confidently, let's leave it at that."

"Although my good-for-nothing brother has shown an inappropriate obsession with psionics, he is still a Primarch and has the most basic judgment."

She pursed her lips, then looked down at the mortals trembling with fear below the pyramid, bewildered by what was happening.

Although they believed that the Primal Being would save them from danger, the fear of the unknown still occasionally welled up in their hearts.

There is even a small group of people who are causing unrest.

"Now, we should focus more on how to rekindle hope in these people who are trapped in fear."

"Lord Fugrim, what should we do?"

"How to do?"

"Of course, I'll use what I do best to bring hope and love to all of them."

Hope and love.

Vespa had a bad feeling.

"Inform the emperor's sons to prepare the stage, screen, and lights."

"I'm going to perform for them all the famous play from Chemos—'The Centaur Gold Ring'!"

have to.

It started again.

"Yes, my lord."

Vespa sighed silently to himself.

"The reason for not explaining is definitely due to the Primarch's own considerations—"

Euphrates Qile.

The lights inside the pyramid suddenly dimmed considerably.

In an instant, the heated argument in the crowd quieted down.

What's happening here?
Could it be that something new has happened?
dim and

New lights, at this moment, focus on the center of the pyramid.

"My fellow human beings, you have suffered."

"It is I, the Primarch of the Third Legion, Fugrim."

The moment Fugrim appeared before the crowd, thunderous cheers and applause erupted.

As the most beautiful Primarch known to the public at this time (when the angels were still learning from a single Horus fleet), Fugrim has always been very popular in the human Empire.

Being able to join the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleet is an honor for every member of the Empire.

And now, when people are feeling depressed while taking refuge, she has stepped forward to perform dramas for everyone.

Please enjoy the following performance—

Centaur Gold Ring

"it is good!"

"Waaaah! It's the original entity performing!"

"Even if I die now, it'll be worth it!"

Soon, cheers erupted from the crowd like waves.

However, those immersed in the performance failed to notice this.
At this moment, the outside world.

Under Magnus's attack, the psionic shield became overloaded.

A massive swarm of Soul-Eating Bees, blotting out the sky, is surging towards the pyramid where humans are most densely concentrated.

(End of this chapter)