Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 124 Angel: Wrath

On the battle barge of the ghoul army.

Two commanders from the Ninth Legion, Radolon and Azcalon, walked side by side down the rusty, crimson corridor.

Along the long corridor where the two walked, the screams of the blood slaves could be heard incessantly.

As the Astartes Legion, they once had the Imperial Army as an auxiliary force, but they were always exhausted at an abnormal rate in battle.

It’s delicious, my friend.

Over time, the entire legion was reduced to only Astartes and Blood Slaves.

Even blood slaves are extremely scarce. Apart from a few desperate people who sell themselves for their families, no normal person would choose to take on such a one-way trip.

No mortal can survive being a blood slave for three months.

As for the crew members who are indispensable to the Voidship, they all try their best to avoid appearing in front of the ghouls.

As they walked down the corridor, apart from the mechanical cultists and their servants who were practically skin and bones, no one would bother them.

Accompanied by the pleasant smell of blood, the two men's bright red power armor was covered with dried, brownish-red bloodstains, the large splatter patterns telling the story of the fierce battle that had taken place.

As commanders of the Ninth Legion, the tasks they assigned to their soldiers were quite simple.

Charge after them.

As a command strategy that covers all ghouls, although the Legion suffers heavy losses in every battle, its reckless madness often results in significant victories even without the Primarch present.

However, this kind of target following can hardly be called a "tactic".

But apart from those two, there were very few capable people in the legion who could command the Astartes below.

Only they were able to control their deep-seated hunger for a long time through reason.

Unlike his other brothers and sisters, he wouldn't be able to feast on the corpses of enemies or former teammates in the very center of the battlefield.

Not yet, at least not at the moment.

"Hey bro, have you been feeling like something's off lately?"

Walking along the somewhat quiet warship corridor, Radoron suddenly turned to Azcalon beside him and asked a question.

Not quite right?

That's a lot.

Honestly, something's not quite right with the entire Ninth Legion.

Compared to those legions that hadn't undergone any mutations, the Ninth Legion was extremely strange.

In battle, he displays a beast-like rage that indiscriminately rages, driven by an insatiable thirst for blood.

From any perspective, the Ninth Legion is the most unacceptable Astartes Legion in the entire Empire.

If the genetic seeds are allowed to continue mutating like this, the day when they will be completely wiped out by the emperor is drawing near.

They could both see the seriousness of the problem.

However, neither of them had a better way to deal with the fact that the entire legion was constantly sliding into the abyss of depravity.

Even the most rational among them began to show some symptoms.

"Perhaps it's a coincidence, or perhaps it's just my imagination."

"But right here in the middle of the battlefield, I seemed to be hallucinating."

Under Radolon's questioning, Azcalon finally revealed all the doubts that had been lurking in his heart.

"Hallucination? What kind of hallucination?"

"Keep your voice down."

Azcalon lowered his voice, his gaze toward Radoron beside him filled with extreme vigilance.

"Ok."

"That was in the middle of the battlefield. I was charging forward when I saw two enemy men huddled together, seemingly out of fear."

"Are they all men?"

Radolph was startled.

"Yes."

"Somehow at that moment, an inexplicable anger welled up from the depths of my heart."

"Then, I heard a lot of chanting in my ears. There were also shouts about things like centaur gold rings."

It made him irritable and agitated.

They wished they could take a sledgehammer and smash the other person into mincemeat.

"Everything around me seemed to become unimportant; my only task was to shut the other person up completely."

"At the same time, did you notice that the other person's face changed, becoming a familiar appearance?"

Yes! How did you know?

"He's bald, right? He looks a lot like someone you've met before?"

".yes."

Having said that, the two exchanged a glance and fell silent.

They both knew who the person appearing in the illusion was.

Horus Lupercal.

Although it's unclear why they appeared with the face of the Shadowmoon Wolf Primarch, it just happened.

This face appeared in his hallucination.

"Hey, Radoron, Azcalon. What are you two talking about?"

The sudden shout startled even the two seasoned Astartes veterans.

Looking back, there was an Astartes of similarly tall stature.

His helmet may have been removed after he boarded the ship, or perhaps he simply didn't bring it with him so that he could fight with blood on his hands. In any case, his scarred and wrinkled face, with a few drops of blood still clinging to his lips, revealed a somewhat eerie smile.

If there is any characteristic that best proves his identity, it is the huge chainsaw fist blades he holds in both hands, which are constantly dripping blood and have bits of flesh still stuck to their serrated edges.

Amit, the "Flesh Ripper," is the company commander of the 5th Company of the 9th Army Corps.

"Nothing—hiss."

Suddenly, Amit frowned as he looked at the two people whispering to each other.

"What centaur gold ring? What are you talking about?"

“What? Amit, we never mentioned the Centaur Gold Ring.”

Azcalon was somewhat puzzled.

"Enough! You two, stop nagging!!!"

Suddenly, as if enduring some kind of noise attack, Amit raised the fist blade in his hand.

Even though Radolon and Azcalon said nothing at that moment, the entire corridor was completely silent.

"Shut up!"

"You two aren't going to put on some nonsensical show for us, are you?"

".Amit?"

"quick!"

"Stop him! He's hallucinating!"

Just then, Amit's chainsaw suddenly started spinning, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and he lunged at the two commanders.

"Fuck gay!"

"I'll scatter you all!" "I'll scatter your teeth and muzzles!!!"

The Emperor's Pride

"Saint-Gilles?"

Fugrim asked first, somewhat worried.

Her keen senses as a Primarch made her realize that something was amiss with Saint Gilles.

"Huh?"

Saint Gilles was surprised for a moment, then slightly raised his head to look around, as if he had just fallen asleep.

"Sorry everyone, I was feeling a little dizzy just now, but I feel much better now."

A sunny smile appeared on her perfect face.

That smile seemed capable of piercing through all the gloom in the world.

everything is normal.

exactly.

How could something as perfect as an angel have a problem?

Where were we?

"By the way, the major problem that the Word Bearers Legion still needs to solve is the source of manpower."

Most Astartes warriors come from two sources: one is from the Primarch's homeworld or directly controlled territory, such as Medusa of the Iron Hand, Fenris of the Space Wolves, and the Five Hundred Worlds of Guilliman.

Alternatively, recruiters can be selected from the hive cities of Terra by those who roam among them.

The recruiters will select suitable young men and then hand them over to the Empire to match the genetic seeds of various legions and select the most suitable legion.

The famous aloof swordsman, Sigismund, was selected through this method, and ultimately, he was adapted to the Imperial Fist gene seed under the premise of almost becoming Shadowmoon Wolf.

In addition, there are some other scattered selection methods. For example, the Third Legion [Sons of the Emperor] will reach an agreement with the noble families above Terra, allowing them to provide offspring as hostages and blood taxes.

"But after Colchis was blown up, it seems that the Word Bearers have lost the ability to replenish their forces on a large scale."

Relying solely on Terra to replenish the ranks of eighteen legions is definitely not enough.

Given the current sheer number of Space Marines in the Word Bearers, if the channels for replenishing their ranks are lost, the entire legion's combat strength could very well collapse after a major loss of personnel.

These assets were accumulated slowly by focusing on counterinsurgency operations rather than fighting on the front lines.

If you lose all your resources in battle, you'll have to spend ten or twenty years slowly saving them up again, just like Fugrim did.

"Do not."

Luo Jia clearly didn't want to just stay in the rear.

Not only can they not stay in the rear, but they also have to achieve a spectacular record comparable to Shadowmoon Wolf.

"As the Emperor's loyal servants, we, the Spokespeople, must carry out the Emperor's will. Only in this way will we receive the Emperor's reward!"

Otherwise, when the Shadowmoon Wolves have fully accomplished the Emperor's grand expedition goals, wouldn't those who harbored ill intentions be left with no choice but to stand by and watch their path be cut off?
No!

We must never let that happen!

"In that case, I have a good idea."

As he spoke, Casca stood up and turned the button on the table with his hand.

Some planets immediately appeared in the 3D projector in front of him.

"Next, the Word Bearers, the Ninth Legion, and our Sons of the Emperor will form a joint fleet to conquer a suitable planet in the upcoming battle."

"The requirements are that the world to be conquered should have a large population and complete technology, and at the same time, most of the world's humans should be able to submit and be willing to join the Great Expedition during the battle."

This was the experience Byzantine gave him.

After conquering the world with the help of Fugrim, Kasgar decided to learn from the Ultramarines—to build numerous military academies on the planet.

Qualified candidates were selected for surgical modification to become new recruits of the Third Army.

The Ultra Warrior's solution may not be the strongest, but it is definitely the most reliable.

After that, a steady stream of new recruits began to fill the manpower shortage in the Third Army Corps, and the entire Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleet also achieved a breakthrough of 10,000 men during this period.

This was all thanks to the fact that when Byzantium was conquered, most of its population was preserved and their trust was won.

"If the information from the probes ahead is accurate, our next expedition target will be this planet called Sagan, which is very close to us."

"Based on preliminary preliminary surveys, this planet has an atmosphere with light, heat, and water to sustain its operation."

"Furthermore, according to the records of ancient planetary exploration maps, this place was once one of the colonies of mankind."

"Population. Based on the Mechanical Church's assessment of the planet's appearance, since there are no landscapes on the planet capable of penetrating space, it is speculated that it is very likely that it has only developed to the feudal stage."

"Perhaps that's why the population isn't very large."

It's not only when you develop to the hive city stage that you can have enough suitable soldiers. For example, Fenris of the Wolf King and Caliban of the Lion King only had feudal-level population coefficients, yet they were still able to support the entire legion's manpower.

"The good news is that since the inhabitants have not come into contact with the space civilization, they are likely to be extremely devout when Luojia and Huaiyan descend from space."

"The key lies in devout faith."

Luo Jia agreed with Kasga's words.

The good news for the Word Bearers is that their gene seeds are highly adaptable; as long as they are devout enough, they can keep producing units indefinitely.

"In that case, I agree with your point of view and will make this small planet our joint fleet's expedition target."

"However, I still have some questions—does such a feudal civilization, which has not yet developed space weapons, really need a joint fleet composed of space warriors from our three legions?"

He is in a hurry.

As the Primarch of the Word Bearers, he now wants his legions to rapidly increase their numbers and catch up with Horus's progress.

When the emperor praises you, you can also show off in front of him.

Now, they're using three Astartes fleets to deal with a feudal world—it's like using a lance to kill a mosquito.

"two."

"Luojia, the Ninth Legion will not participate in the military operation against Melchior for the time being."

Saint Gilles reminded him.

After all, they are a ghoul army.

If the Ninth Legion were to actually come to the surface of the planet and start fighting, there would be no population or civilization left on Sagan.

Before they arrived, this place was a thriving feudal civilization.

After they arrived, this place was a lush, pristine world.

Even if the Ninth Legion did arrive, it would be impossible to get them to commit their forces to it.

"Of course, of course."

If it were truly just a feudal civilization planet, sending a small squad of Space Marines would be enough to bring the entire planet's rulers under their control.

Instead of deploying a combined fleet as is the case now.

"It's normal to have doubts about this, because our strategic enemy has never been human civilization on this planet."

Kaska paused for a moment, feigning suspense.

"Instead, it is the alien civilization that controls these inhabitants at a deeper level—the Nephilim."

The Philistine.

An extremely dangerous alien civilization capable of deeply controlling humanity.

"Our real goal is to eliminate them."

(End of this chapter)