Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 125: Is it really open just because it's open?
The Ninth Legion's battle barges, the vampire legion's battleships.

"Did you hold it down!?"

"He's getting stronger! His strength seems even greater than during his usual training!"

"Quick! Turn off the chainsaw in his hand!"

"You two bald guys... I'm going to blast you apart!"

"Scatter them all!"

Listening to Amit, who was pinned down beneath them, still screaming even though he was exhausted, Radolon and Azcaron felt a sense of inexplicable confusion.

"Damn it, what the hell is wrong with this guy?!"

"We're about to meet the Primarch, so why are there more and more unclean things within the Legion?"

Why is it always the Ninth Army that suffers so many misfortunes?

Soon they would meet the Primarch, but the atmosphere within the Legion showed no signs of improvement, which greatly worried the two commanders.

What the Ninth Legion didn't know was that there was a reason why the Emperor decided not to let the angels see his legion immediately.

On the one hand, it gives Saint Gilles ample time to study, and on the other hand, it gives these Ninth Legion ghouls a chance to reform themselves.

Let them try to suppress it, and eventually eliminate their own blood-hunting deficiency.

(In fact, the emperor had known about the existence of Bloodthirst for a long time.)

(After all, even Doraemon could eliminate the side effects, so even if he couldn't eliminate them at the time, he couldn't possibly know about the existence of Bloodthirstlessness.)

(But you know, he never says it.)

(This terrified the angels.)

Unfortunately, the Ninth Army failed.

Not only are they unable to escape the influence of the blood, but they also tend to become increasingly entangled in it.

For some unknown reason, they even experience hallucinations of seeing the people around them as Horus.

Although the hallucination is currently very mild.

But who knows, maybe one day the illusion will engulf the entire legion?
Radolon thought of the bald head in his hallucination, shining like Horus.

Ugh!
How could that bald guy be so mean!
After suppressing Amit for several minutes, Radolon could feel that the reaction in his body seemed to be lessening.

".woke up?"

"Phew—what's wrong with me?"

"who knows?"

Azcalon, standing beside him, punched his shoulder armor in an annoyed manner.

"You suddenly charged at us like a madman, and the chainsaw in your hand almost took us both with you."

"Haha, sorry, I don't know why this happened either."

He gave an awkward, forced laugh.

"Ah, thank you."

After disarming the opponent's chainsaw blades, Amit took the hand that Radoron reached out and pulled himself up from the floor.

"Let's install it another time. We're heading to the vicinity of Colchis to meet the Primarchs soon, and it's too dangerous right now."

"Hmph, Primarch? I don't care about Primarchs or anything like that."

"If she's a coward, I'd love to break away from her and go it alone!"

Amit spat, showing his disdain for the Primarch's existence.

"Amit, what do you mean by this?"

Commander Radoron expressed his dissatisfaction with Amit's disrespectful behavior towards the Primarch.

"What do you mean? You know that our Ninth Legion's gene seeds can be used by both men and women. Don't you know what that means?"

"female!"

"Our Primarch was a woman!"

"Do you think she can keep our Ninth Legion in this fighting style?"

"Are they still just like the Third Legion's sons of the Emperor, always spouting nonsense about diplomacy and peace, but never daring to fight?"

As he spoke, Amit grinned widely, completely lacking in class.

The Ninth Legion is indeed adaptable to all genders, even to mutants whose mutation levels are not too high.

However, in such a brutal environment where the strong prey on the weak, only one in ten female warriors of the ghoul army could survive.

Very few women could survive in such an extremely bloodthirsty environment.

Even when eligible young women on Terra undergo genetic testing, more imperial bureaucrats choose to classify women as either the Emperor's Sons or the Hand of Steel.

After all, the ghoul army's infamy was simply too great.

“I don’t care what you think, but we’re about to meet the Primarch, and I hope that as the company commander of the Legion, you can show the Primarch a little more respect.”

Ladoron continued to patiently persuade him.

"who cares."

"If the Primarch is still acting like a little girl who hasn't grown up, then don't blame me for turning against her!"

snort!
Even if the Primarch possesses immense power, so what?
Amit showed disdain for the Primarch he was about to meet.

He would rather his Legion's Primarch be a ruthless, tough guy who could execute eleven kills.

He also didn't want to see the entire legion become effeminate like the Emperor's son, spending every day thinking about how to improve their own painting and music skills!
He would rather his original body was an ugly, burly man with tubes inserted into the back of his head!
Instead of a woman rumored to have magnificent white feathered wings and hailed as the most beautiful woman in the entire Empire, they became their Primarch!

Without the fighting spirit, how can the Ninth Legion contend with other legions in the Great Expedition? How can it stand firm in the brutal and fierce battles?
She will never, ever gain the approval of Amit, the "Flesh-Tearer"!
At this point, there are still ten Terra days and nine Terra standard hours until [Flesh Tearer] Amit becomes the Angel's most loyal junior.

The Emperor's Pride

"Nephilim. What is that?"

"An extremely difficult alien civilization to deal with."

Kasgar explained, "The Sagan we see in the data is just one of the colonies controlled by this alien civilization."

"And all the human inhabitants on it are very likely already under the control of the Nephilim."

"Wait a moment. Commander Casgar, please forgive my bluntness."

"I apologize for interrupting your speech, but there is no information in the existing Imperial database to support your point of view regarding anything you have said."

A motorist appeared in front of the projection on the other side.

That was a mechanical sage from the Twenty-Eighth Expeditionary Fleet, who had been participating in meetings within the system.

Faced with Luo Jia's speech, he, as a sage of the Mechanic Church, couldn't get a word in edgewise.

At this moment, upon hearing Kasgar mention an alien creature he had never encountered before, the Mechanicus Sage stepped forward, puzzled, and spoke up.

The discovery of the Sagan star system, a nearby target galaxy for expeditions, is one of their research findings.

In their long-range observations of this planet, they found no evidence of any alien civilization existing in the atmosphere.

"This does not match your point of view, Commander Casgar."

"Indeed. Under normal circumstances, what I'm saying would be nothing but nonsense."

Casca smiled and said, "But as a member of the Mechanicus of our Twenty-Eighth Expeditionary Fleet, I think you should understand the absolute accuracy of my prophetic abilities."

The Nephilim were merely a prophecy of Casca. But the strange thing is, his prophecies never failed to come true.

"real.?"

Saint Gilles turned his head toward Fugrim, who was standing to the side, somewhat incredulously.

As a Primarch who also possesses psychic prophetic abilities, only Saint Gilles knows just how powerful this ability is.

Countless possible scenarios would also flash through her mind.

The prophecy is very simple.

However, it is almost impossible to always choose the right path from prophecies.

With various illusions constantly appearing in his mind, Saint Gilles couldn't possibly choose an absolutely correct prophecy from them.

(Even before he ultimately died at the hands of Horus, Sanguiles prophesied that he would die at Kabanha, at the Battle of Terra, and at Angron. It wasn't until he finally fought his way up through all the ranks to face the final death prophecy—dying at Horus.)

Although the content of recent prophecies...
It would often turn into Horus whispering in her ear things she couldn't understand, like the thirty-and-a-half-centaur gold ring and the constellation book.

"Although I am not very clear about the specific process of prophecy, Casca has never shown it to me."

"Forgrim replied, his expression inexplicably somewhat dejected as he spoke."

"But his predictions about the future have never been wrong, and our Emperor's son has always been able to turn misfortune into good fortune by relying on the content of his predictions."

That's how it is.

Saint Gilles's expression towards Casca held a different hue.

I'll have to ask him for advice on how to control my psychic prophetic abilities.

The Horus prophecy she is now experiencing is causing her great distress in her production and daily life.

When I close my eyes, all I can think of is the 30-year Centaur Gold Ring Astrology Book.
Who can stand this?
and many more.

Suddenly, the scenery before Saint Gilles' eyes changed dramatically.

changed!

The content of the psychic prophecy has suddenly changed!

Finally, he's no longer the Horus who kept shouting about the Centaur Golden Ring Constellation Book for thirty years!
It was a desolate scene, amidst a sea of ​​red sand.

She saw a gladiator.

and also
A demon, a red demon.

Although Saint Gilles knew the truth of the Empire, he knew that there were no supernatural forces like demons in this world.

But in the prophecy, she seems to firmly believe that the other party is the devil.

And that demon came specifically for her.

Are they chasing after her?

Wait, it's not a chase, it's a pursuit?
Saint Gilles didn't quite understand.

Is a demon pursuing her?
The prophetic images are incomprehensible, as strange as Horus, who kept shouting about the Centaur Golden Ring Constellation Book for thirty years.

Perhaps Casca can glean the correct information from this prophecy.
Saint Gilles thought to himself.

Of course, she couldn't possibly know that Casca couldn't make prophecies at all.

"Saint-Gilles?"

Awakening from the prophecy, the angel realized that almost everyone's eyes were on her.

"Feel sorry."

She waved her hand gracefully, somewhat awkwardly, "Please continue."

"Ok."

Casca nodded and continued.

"Perhaps some of you will find my blunt and unreasonable assertions strange."

"You may not believe it, but please remember what I'm about to say, it might be very useful."

"First of all, the planet we observed, called Sagan, is just a tiny tentacle of this vast alien kingdom that spans many star systems."

"The Nephilim also have their fleet that spans the entire universe, but this is not something they cannot handle."

"In fact, the firepower of our combined fleet can completely overwhelm the enemy."

Just kidding, this is the fleet of the Word Bearers.

You can say that Huaiyan is bad, but you can never say that their strength on paper is weak!
During the Great Rebellion, the three Abyssal Furies and the two Glory Queen-level terrifying strengths were not just empty words.

(Then they were all padded)
Even with only two Glory Queens and a small escort fleet, their void naval warfare capabilities are absolutely overwhelming.

He didn't even need to use the Emperor's Pride.

"But our goal is not to destroy every world we see, but to make better use of them."

"Compared to naval warfare, their special combat and control capabilities on the planet's surface are what I'm most concerned about."

"These aliens are often nearly twice the size of a normal Astartes, and are very similar to some kind of marine creature. And even though they seem to move extremely slowly, they can actually burst into extremely fast instantaneous movement."

"Their movement is like that of fish swimming in the air, darting and spinning, very slippery."

"As for weapons, these guys' shrieking pulse weapons and the trembling chanting voices they make when they shriek will also have a psionic attack effect on our side, so please be careful before you encounter them."

A detailed account of everything.

"The color of their bulky, flat bodies seemed to indicate the usual rank and status. Blue was the type of ordinary soldier; green played a role similar to apothecaries or squad sergeants."

"The one in gray is the captain."

Sanguis had to admit that Casca's strategy did indeed seem somewhat unconventional.

This guy is different.

666, this one is Gui.

He revealed all the information about the alien he hadn't even met yet.

Even Horus, who was hailed as a strong contender for the next War General, wouldn't be able to list all the information about the alien enemies they hadn't yet encountered before the battle even began.

Saint Gilles had no doubt what a positive impact the future expeditionary campaign would have if Casca's prophecy were correct.

Unwittingly, Saint Gilles' eyes began to shine.

It really is glowing.

"What I want to tell you now is the most crucial point: the Nephilim's ability to exploit and control humanity."

Casca stepped forward to provide commentary.

Everyone at the meeting listened intently to his speech.

He did not interrupt him because his words were baseless.

"The Nephilim feed on the life force of radiation, especially on humans and even other races that may possess psychic powers."

Given that we are still in the Imperial Truth stage, Kasgar must constantly control himself and avoid saying anything he shouldn't.

"As for the meaning of the life force radiated, it is—faith."

faith.

Speaking of this, Luo Jia is no longer sleepy.

(End of this chapter)