Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 122 Angel, the Only Normal Person
The Emperor's Pride

In front of the huge observation deck at the bow of the ship.

Casca is under a lot of pressure right now.

As the de facto leader of the Seventeenth Legion, the Imperial Evangelists, he was entrusted by the Emperor with the mission of leading this massive legion, which currently numbers nearly 100,000 Astartes.

During the days of repentance at Luojia, the purge of Kolchis was completely completed, and welcoming teams from various expeditionary fleets were ready to fly to their respective destinations to begin new expeditions.

Soon, the entire full-strength Astartes Legion, equipped with the Glory Queen-class battleships, will be under his command, with Casgar assisting and monitoring Loka's reorganization of the legion.

From the Emperor's perspective, sending Kaska to assist Luojia was actually a good idea.

Luo Jia, this kind of charlatan, really has little experience in military command. If he is not disciplined, he could very well slide back into a crusade-style religious guard.

After all, that's all he knows how to do.

He must be given a suitable mentor, just as Horus mentored Saint Gilles, to guide him.

However, this heavy responsibility was not borne by the Primarch, but unexpectedly fell on the shoulders of the Space Marine, Casca.

"Could it be that Old Man Huang also wants to test my ability to lead a large army in battle?"

But this idea only existed in Casca's mind for a moment before he rejected it instantly.

Not too possible.

He was just a lowly Space Marine, not a Primarch.

What's the point of having the ability to manage large-scale legions?
The burdens that the legion brought him were no less than what he had to bear.

First, where does the blood tax, the carrier of the gene seed, come from?
Colchis has been completely destroyed. Without its home planet, where can the Seventeenth Legion find enough qualified young men to complete the transformation?
Should we look among the crew of the Voidship?

The first ship-based legion seems to be about to be born.

Furthermore, should the Seventeenth Legion retain the name "Imperial Evangelists"?

After pondering the question for a moment, Casca finally made a decision.

Let's call him the Manifestor, since the true truth of the Empire comes from the Emperor himself.

It's so much more authoritative than that secondhand version of the "Sacred Word".

Finally, and most importantly.

How can we possibly help this bunch of complete useless people? I'm asking you!
Those who harbor opinions have one advantage: they have a large number of people.

However, his numbers are different from those of the Ultra Warriors.

The number of Ultra Warriors is largely a dynamic balance, maintained at around 250,000 under Guilliman's high-intensity farming.

If 200,000 of the 250,000 Ultimate Warriors die, how many will be left?

The correct answer is 250,000.

Guilliman's endless descendants are no joke.

It is the best result that can be achieved when all projects operate as closely as a machine, starting from logistics.

But what about those who harbor such thoughts?

Lots of people.

There were already two hundred thousand before the great rebellion.

But it really is just a lot of people.

Aside from placing some priests in the legion, Luo Jia did nothing else; the entire legion lacked any organizational skills.

Even during the era of the "Imperial Evangelists" who believed in the truth of the Empire, it was the same.

Also known as the "Icon Destroyers," they spend a long time destroying the idols and theological publications on each world they conquer, and proclaim the greatness of the Earth Empire's truth.

They may be very good at maintaining order, but when it comes to fighting a war...
A lump.

Fortunately, due to the extremely slow progress of the Word Bearers' Great Crusade, they didn't fight many tough battles and relied entirely on religious victories to persuade the enemy.

At the same time, the Luojia gene seeds are stable and adaptable, and the success rate of the surgery is also high, which leads to the rapid expansion of Huaiyan's army.

After a while, the number of people was indeed large, and their momentum was indeed strong.

The only solution is to avoid fighting and simply increase the population.

When it actually happened, the Battle of Cos demonstrated what it means to be so fragile that it would shatter at the slightest touch.

(Even with the surprise attack and the help of countless summoned demons, the Ultra Warriors still managed to push back, leaving the flagship in ruins.)
It got even worse after the fact. Luo Jia stopped taking charge and the next level of the Dark Apostles took control entirely on their own.

However, most of these "Dark Apostles" are just a bunch of idiots who can only fight and chant scriptures. When it comes to command and management skills, they are truly appalling.

No organization and no discipline.

When the fighting broke out, they scattered in all directions. In other cases, stretcher bearers were carrying the Primarchs and fighting desperately for them, but when it came to the Word Bearers, it was Primarch Loka who was covering their retreat.

"Dad! Hold on! We're retreating!"

Luo Jia was left alone to fight the terrifying Crowmen.

God man.

A legion of god-like figures.

And clearly, the emperor had not considered a very crucial issue—

How could Casgar, a Space Marine, possibly subdue these superhuman beings?
"Excuse me for interrupting, Mr. Casgar."

"I am honored to receive your invitation."

The pure white wings tucked and fluttered in front of the magnificent gate behind Casca, squeezing into the room in an arc that didn't scratch the wings.

She lowered her head and bowed, gently touching her chest with one hand, and spoke politely.

"I dare not accept such praise. Lord Saint Gilles, please have a seat."

Kaska smiled and quickly stepped forward to greet him.

In front of her seat was a small basket of fresh grapes from Chemos, preserved by a static force field.

The captivating aroma of fruit drew people from Saint-Gilles in from afar.

Catering to their preferences is a crucial task.

After much deliberation about how to renovate the Word Bearers, Kasgar finally made up his mind.

He chose to apply for off-field assistance.

Kasgar could not perfectly integrate an entire legion.

But with the help of an Angel, whose strength and charisma are both top-notch, things are different.

Just right.

The Ninth Legion of the Angels will soon officially join forces with the Angels and begin its independent expedition.

During this period of adjustment between the Legion and the Primarch, it is the perfect time to work together with the Word Bearers, who are also in the process of adjustment, to deepen cooperation and understanding.

“Thank you for your recognition.”

"On behalf of the Ninth Legion, I would like to express my gratitude for your invitation."

With an elegant smile, Saint-Gilles gracefully and politely stepped forward to take his seat.

Forgrim, who was following behind the angel, did not have such a pleasant expression.

She seemed extremely unhappy about Casca inviting her sisters to join the Combined Fleet.

Fugrim already disliked the order for Kasgar to be transferred to the Seventeenth Legion as an instructor.

Now not only will Casca be in command of the Seventeenth Legion, but even the Angels will be involved in the fleet.

This gave her a strong sense of crisis.

Kasgar nodded as he looked at the angels who had taken their seats.

The twenty-eight expeditionary fleets of the Emperor's Son, the Word Bearers, have just arrived at the ruins of Colchis;

And the Ninth Legion's ghoul army that was about to arrive.
The combined fleet, comprised of such a powerful Astartes legion, is arguably exceptionally formidable in strength.

"But I have one more question."

With a smile, the angel Saint Gilles lightly broke off a translucent purple grape, put it in his mouth, and said.

good to eat.

Her bright golden eyes suddenly widened, and her fingers unconsciously twisted off a few more grapes and quietly stuffed them into her hand.

Oh right, I haven't asked the question yet.

“Commander Kasgar, I’d like to know why you chose to invite me to help with the reorganization of the Seventeenth Legion.” “In my opinion, Horus is better suited for this and can teach Luo Jia more.”

good question.

Logically speaking, the experienced Horus would indeed be more suitable.

But Casca also had his own difficulties.

Because there are very few people left among the original body who can be considered normal.

Kaska used psychic communication to say this.

As he spoke, he glanced wearily at the angel, then turned back to look at the Horus fleet and the Word Bearer fleet, which were still on track and had not yet left.

Let Horus take Luojia
Thinking of this, Casca's lips twitched involuntarily.

Two emperor fanatics who have made almost no attempt to conceal their passion.

Especially Luojia!
Ever since the Emperor pointed out his disloyalty and untrustworthiness, seemingly out of a desire for reward, his insistence on imperial truth and the Emperor's words reached an almost obsessive level.

"The Emperor—! The Emperor!"

"Emperor Emperor Emperor Emperor Emperor Emperor Emperor Emperor Emperor Emperor Emperor Emperor Emperor Emperor Emperor"

He often stayed alone in his cabin on the Imperial Dream, and sometimes made crazy shouts.

Horus exclaimed that it was too extreme.

He had no doubt that if the two Primarchs only needed to exchange information about the Emperor for even a second, these two brothers from the same father and mother would instantly form a support group for Old Man Huang.

—Or they might fight each other on the spot because of the struggle for the throne.

It's hard to imagine what kind of abstract form the Word Bearer would eventually take if Luo Jia and his legion were handed over to Horus.

The same applies to Fugrim.

Kaska was afraid that she would go and build a grand theater for the Word Bearers and then start making the Centaur Gold Ring.

What kind of legions can these two Primarchs lead?

Horus in a drooling state, is he an entire legion?

That looks like a centaur gold ring.

Kaska had no doubt that the "Thirty-and-a-Half Centaur Gold Ring" might one day be written into the Book of the Holy Word, and thus be passed down for thousands of years.

Hopefully, this won't happen.

He prayed silently in his heart.

After much thought, it seems that only Saint Gillespie remains.

Her thinking is no different from that of a normal person.

This was already a very rare advantage in the Primarch.

【I see】

Perhaps you are right.

Saint Gilles quietly put the grapes in his hand into his mouth one by one.

Her eyes were filled with pity at that moment.

Poor little Space Marine.

Not only was he required to assist the Primarch in completing the work of the Third Legion as Fulgrim's husband, but he was also personally ordered by the Emperor to manage the Seventeenth Legion, the Word Bearers.

Even if the level of abstraction of the other party's Primarch is comparable to that of Horus.

Saint Gilles looked at the other person and nodded slightly.

She had never met the Ninth Legion, but she had heard of the Ghoul Legion's reputation for cruelty and bloodshed.

This is not good.

The artistic cultivation of the Third Legion [Sons of the Emperor] is precisely what her Ninth Legion urgently needs.

(Especially since Aqua is currently stationed with the Iron Hand)

If she can assist the Sons of the Emperor in completing the reorganization of the Word Bearers before the arrival of the Ninth Legion's fleet, then she can allow the Legion and the Sons of the Emperor to learn from each other after the fleet arrives.

Complete the reshaping of your own legion.

A win-win situation, which is exactly what she wanted.

And
Having just finished the grapes in his hand, Saint-Gilles, still wanting more, reached out and broke off a few more.

Grapes are delicious too.

Saint Gilles agreed.

With the angel, the most normal of the Primarchs, in charge, the number of times they go crazy should be greatly reduced.

Those who cherish words should be able to normally embark on the path of spreading the truth of the empire.

Hopefully, the Legion is alright.

Casca expressed his best wishes for this.

"I have no opinion."

As for Fugrim, she had no objection.

The negotiations with potential partners progressed quickly.

"If things go smoothly with Luo Jia, we will be able to get back to him soon."

Not long ago, the fleet of the Seventeenth Legion, also known as the [Word Bearers] Legion, had just arrived. At this moment, Luo Jia is communicating with his offspring on the flagship of the Word Bearers.

Although the Emperor did transfer leadership responsibilities to Casca, the Primarch was still the Primarch, and his innate affinity for Space Marines was something that Casca, an outsider, could not match.

It's not necessarily a bad thing for him to be an invisible decision-maker lurking in the shadows.

During this waiting time, Saint-Gilles was popping grapes into his mouth one by one, savoring them carefully.

really tasty.

Back on the satellite Bar, the radioactive and toxic soil could not possibly have nurtured such delicious fruit.

but
I believe that as the human empire continues its various reforms, one day even better grapes will grow on Baal.

After waiting for quite some time, two bunches of grapes had already been broken off from the fruit basket placed in front of the conference table.

As the screen in front of the flagship conference room flickered, a projected image of Luojia finally appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Luo Jia successfully reappeared from the flagship of the 17th Army Corps.

"I'm very sorry, this took a little longer than expected."

As he spoke, he turned away shyly and showed them his new staff.

Through his interactions with the Word Bearers, he successfully mastered their internal methods of using fire.

And they successfully turned the eternally burning Erebas into a staff.

Under the blazing fire of imperial truth, blasphemous heretics deserve only to be burned by endless flames!

After that, the legendary heat-resistant king, Irebas, became one of the most beloved figures:

—A lone man with a staff offering sacrifices to the flag bearers.

Congratulations, congratulations.

"Welcome, Luojia."

"Before you begin reorganizing the Legion of Word Bearers, is there anything you'd like to share?"

"Whether it's disseminating information about the Legion or building a vision for its future."

"Yes. During this period of meditation, I have been thinking about the future of the Legion of Word Bearers."

Luo Jia in the picture nodded.

"Just recently, the Horus brothers approached me to discuss their insights on how to show reverence and love for the Emperor."

"What!?"

Upon hearing the keyword, Casca almost jumped up from his chair.

"Wait!"

"What do you mean Horus had a conversation with you about his deep respect for the Emperor???"

　Wuhu!!!
　　I managed to snag a chapter recommendation from a big shot!
　　By the way, let me give this opportunity to promote the big shot!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)