Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 128 The Little Ghoul Searches for Its Mother

"no!"

"Luojia, what you're doing will kill the entire expeditionary fleet! Stop it now!!!"

At this moment, it seemed as if the little Casca figures were frantically shouting in Luo Jia's mind.

But Luo Jia chose not to listen.

Shut up, Casca!
I will make my own decision on how to direct Huaiyan!

"Approaching the Nephilim fleet, preparing to complete the first round of fire coverage."

"The landing craft and airdrop pods are all ready and can be deployed to the surface of the target planet at any time."

As the Void Naval War unfolded, under the leadership of the extraordinary wisdom of Luojia, a large number of Word Bearers Astartes, filled with boundless fighting spirit against the alien enemies, entered the airdrop bays and gunships.

Including Luo Jia himself, a large number of Huaiyan followers, their fighting spirit soaring, let out excited shouts.

All in!

Very rarely, under the fervent blessing of their faith, the Word Bearers were finally able to fully commit themselves to the Emperor's great expedition and appear gloriously, instead of being left behind as pitiful cowards.

"Speaking of which, isn't Lord Luojia bringing a bit too many troops to the surface?"

"Indeed. But perhaps, perhaps Lord Luojia has his own considerations."

Faced with questions from the young helmsman, the old captain tried to explain the plan to take action at Luojia, but after careful consideration, he ultimately chose to give up.

That was the Primarch's will.

They are all superhuman beings walking the earth, demigod offspring of emperors.

"The authority of the Primarch is beyond question, especially at this crucial moment when the war is about to begin."

"The followers of Huaiyan are fervently respectful of Lord Luojia's orders and must not make any mistakes."

Those who cherish words believe in the emperor.

This reverence for the emperor, to some extent, extended to the original body of the Word Bearer, Luo Jia, out of affection for the emperor.

As perfect men, the emperor and his son Luojia could not afford to make any mistakes.

Although Luo Jia's tactics were somewhat reckless, these alien creations in front of them were not beyond their ability to handle.

"If you rush up to those fanatical followers of Huaiyan now and point out the problems with the physical Luojia, it will only backfire."

"When the war ends, we can write down the key points for improvement in the battle for Commander Cassgar. That's the only thing we can do."

The old captain gave a helpless pointer.

"As for now, let's follow the Primarch's instructions."

Decora Star.

While Luo Jia and the others were landing and establishing defensive fortifications at the landing site, the Nephilim were also making their moves.

Phosphorescent patches shimmered on the tens of thousands of Nephilim, who were arranged in rows. Their bulky bodies had shapes that resembled human outlines, but their surfaces were unusually smooth, like large, human-shaped starfish.

These large creations move slowly and appear extremely clumsy.

But only those who have actually fought on the battlefield know just how slippery these aliens are in close combat.

The Nephilim were not the only ones on the battlefield.

Standing in front of these enormous aliens, the soldiers, like cannon fodder, were a densely packed army of alien minions.

That's human.

Humans wearing masks.

Or rather, before being seduced by the Nephilim, they were still human for the time being.

Those eerie, semi-transparent masks blurred their features, bringing them into a homogeneous uniformity.

According to Casca's intelligence, these masks made from alien flesh and blood allow recruits to connect with their alien slave owners through a strange link by wearing them.

As for the present state after the connection is complete, it's hard to say whether they still possess complete human thought.

The despicable aliens used technology to control their minds and imprison their souls!

The human mind!
Something that alien scum can never touch!
Now, all Luo Jia sees is the fury to completely wipe out the aliens.

As more and more airdropped cargo holds and gunboats landed, regardless of the cost, the tall and clumsy Nephilim began to move.

The number of those who landed at the landing site far exceeded the expectations of the Nephilim.

It unfolded its thick, three-fingered palm with a feigned openness, as if trying to sample the alien's mouthparts, the air trembling and emitting a sharp sound.

Why fight against us?

it asked.

He spoke in unison with countless Nephilim alien brethren behind him, and the audio waves, like a chorus, reached everyone's minds.

Their voices are high-pitched and melodious, clearly pronouncing each syllable of the word while also containing a sense of beauty.

Accompanied by an endless echo, words that sounded like a blessing reverberated in everyone's ears.

"There's no need for that. We want peace."

The somber mood permeated the crowd, as if, just as they had said, the Nephilim were beings worthy of recognition and faith.

"Shut up, you parasite!"

"Damn aliens, your pathetic words and hypocritical tricks cannot sway our will!"

"Now! Under the Emperor's supreme glory, turn to ashes!"

But all Luo Jia heard was anger.

Humble and filthy alien
They dare to steal the faith of the emperor and use their hypocritical words to bewitch those with wavering faith and make them serve them!

Luo Jia angrily brandished the [Irebas] in her hand.

He was the first to charge into the enemy's battle formation and begin his massacre.

He did not respond to the alien's words at all, nor did he believe that the other party had the right to repent for its actions.

He simply kept waving his burning scepter, reaping one alien creation after another.

Irebas: "."

Yaba.

As the "lone flag bearer," Irebas should theoretically only have a ceremonial staff.

But when Luojia dances, it's more like a giant hammer burning with endless flames.

Perhaps it was the power of faith, or perhaps it was because this guy was naturally tougher.

In short, this bizarre "relic hammer" seems to have achieved a very good killing effect.

As Luo Jia charged forward, the followers behind him, also began to act.

A hail of bullets rained down on the towering aliens and their minions.

Debate?

Those who harbor ill intentions never do this.

In their eyes, all the ungodly will be burned by their eternal and endless fire of truth!

The surface battle ended quickly.

After a short period of time, the Nephilim's surface forces were swiftly annihilated.

Poor Nephilim.

The troops left behind on the surface could never have imagined that the Word Bearers would mobilize all of them, with nearly 100,000 Astartes descending to the surface to carry out the cleansing.

All I can say is that he didn't die unjustly.

"The alien slave owners are dead, and the mind control on those human faces should fade away quickly."

Luo Jia held up the Iribas in his hands like a two-handed power hammer, standing on a high point and looking down.

I must say, this fire hammer made by my own disciple is actually quite handy to use.

Where are human settlements on this planet?

With the alien's mind control fading, humanity on the planet should be in a state of extreme confusion.

This is the perfect time to promote imperial faith and the "Imperial Truth".

"Reporting to Lord Luojia, according to the confessions of the alien soldiers who have recovered, the largest human settlement is located at the sacred mountain in the northeast."

"Inside the sacred mountain is a great altar from the gods."

"It was there that the conversion of these qualified human believers was completed."

"Alright, everyone get on the gunboat and come with me."

"Remain at the landing site to prevent the aliens from airdropping new troops onto the surface."

"Yes."

After a considerable flight, Luo Jia and some of the Word Bearers beside him arrived at the sacred mountain that the human captive had mentioned.

The mountains here are no different in shape from those on other planets, and their appearance does not reveal any "sacredness" about them.

Only the entrance to a giant cave, tens of meters high, tells of the extraordinary nature of this place.

hiss.

Looking at the dark entrance to the cave, Luo Jia sensed something was wrong.

There is an ominous sign.

But he quickly dismissed this superstitious idea.

Faith in the truth of the Emperor and the Empire is paramount.

But the Imperial Truth told him that there were no demons or monsters in this world, and that humanity should use scientific and rational thinking to explain the unknown.

Believe in the truth of the empire.

With that in mind, he stepped inside first.

Above Decora, in the void.

Unlike the devastation on land, the two sides in the naval battle continued to exchange fire.

Lacking sufficient support from Astartes boarding personnel, the navy from the [Law of Faith], relying on its own and its escort ships' powerful firepower, successfully overloaded the enemy warship's shields and ultimately reduced them to dust.

But this does not mean that the naval battle has come to an end.

Besides the enemy's flagship, which had already been reduced to space debris, there were many more flying vehicles of all sizes, like flies, relentlessly harassing the massive [Law of Faith].

Like creatures from the deep sea, they attached their tentacle-like limbs to the ship of the [Law of Faith].

These starfish or octopus-like flying machines have "mouthparts" that cut open, allowing them to board.

"Reporting, Captain!"

“Countless aliens are also boarding the flagship through their boarding devices, and they are surging in from all directions!”

"The Imperial troops remaining on the ships are unable to stop the alien attack!"

The old captain was covered in sweat.

Where are the friendly units that intercepted these flying objects?

Where are the gunboats? Where are the fighter jets?

Move a little!

What do you mean by "the Primarchs used them to land on the surface"?

"What are we waiting for! Immediately notify Lord Luojia and have them return to provide reinforcements!!!"

"Our Primarch forces have lost contact! For some reason, we can't get in touch with the Primarchs at all!"

Ground troops did indeed receive a distress call from the sky.

Unfortunately, all the gunboats were taken away by the Primarch.

They are making a difficult journey by motorcycle towards the location of the Primarch.

"grass!"

The old captain rarely swore.

What do you mean by the Primarch taking all the Stormbirds, leaving surface troops without even gunships to return to the flagship?
"And what about Lord Luojia?"

"Why? Why can't we contact Lord Luojia!?"

"do not know!"

"The surface forces say they entered the cave where the Nephilim sacrificed humans, and they haven't been able to contact the Primarch since!"

Old Captain: "."

The captain felt a wave of dizziness.

I was so angry at the dog's original form that I fainted.

That idiot brought all the Word Bearers and Astartes to the surface—all in!

Not only did he go all in, but he also took all the Stormbirds used for landing with him, leaving only a few lonely gunboats for the landing force!
Lord Luojia is a pig.

These words had been stuck in his throat for a long time, and he couldn't say them.

But it seemed that all the crew members around him understood what he meant.

—Because that's what they think too.

"Captain! What should we do now?"

"The Nephilim are invading everywhere! Our crew is being slaughtered by them!"

"Since things have come to this, there is no other way."

"Notify all crew members of the Law of Faith that our reinforcements will take a long time to return to the ship. Now, prepare to fight to the death."

"At the same time, have the Star Speakers prepare to notify the Primarchs of the other two expeditionary fleets should the losses reach an unacceptable level."

call.

After making the initial arrangements, he took a deep breath.

"Since the aliens want to fight, then let's fight."

“I have lived long enough. Now is the time to serve the Emperor one last time.”

As he spoke, he drew the naval combat knife from his waist and shouted towards the bridge gate behind him.

There, the signs of vandalism left by the Nephilim outside the door can be clearly seen.

Alien boarders are about to break in.

"For the Emperor! For the Imperium!"

Then, he took the lead and rushed through the steel gate that was about to be breached by the aliens.

Angell Tye awoke.

He awoke amidst the sounds of gunfire and shouts of battle.

The once harmonious and tranquil atmosphere has vanished, and the chaotic cabin now shows signs of damage in many places.

What happened here?

Ingres Tei's mind was a little confused.

Shouldn't he be undergoing genetic modification and about to become a glorious Word Bearer?

Correct.

That’s true.

He stood up and looked down at himself. His originally thin and weak body had become unusually tall and muscular, and his awareness, understanding and reaction to his surroundings had improved significantly.

Angeltai can now be considered a new recruit of the Astartes.

But the crisis does not seem to originate from this.

Boom!
Another loud explosion was followed by faint shouts coming from outside the left wall.

A large crater was blown up next to the ship's hull on the left side of his room.

Everywhere you look, there is the flames of war and conflict.

Bang!
Another loud explosion blasted open the metal door to his room, and a familiar figure flew in along with the door.
Those were mechanical sages who implanted genetic seeds into them.

"Sage!"

Unfortunately, the sage was completely overloaded by the alien's sonic pulse weapon and collapsed to the ground like a pile of scrap metal.

The Nephilim wielding the pulse weapon seemed to have also noticed Angertai's presence as he entered.

He was about to pick up the gear-shaped power axe from the Mechanicus sage's side when, in that instant, a pulse pistol from the alien was aimed at his head.

"Varied--"

Is his life going to end here?
At that moment, Astartes' superhuman vision allowed him to see for the first time the other person pull the trigger.

But he had no way to dodge it.

The pale blue light cannon, even faster than the sonic boom, was about to shoot towards him.

Then, he saw a faint golden light shining from the colorful gap in the subspace.

The Emperor's Pride

The Cascanians, anchored on the surface of Sagan, finally saw their long-awaited flagship: the Ninth Legion's new glory, the battleship Queen Red Tear.

This warship, seemingly crafted specifically for the magnificent angelic countenance of Saint Gillespie, boasts a luxurious paint scheme of gold, red, and white that evokes heartfelt admiration from anyone who beholds it.

nice.

Even Fugrim thought the flagship's design was quite beautiful.

However, it's still not as good as the Emperor's Pride I designed.

She said to Casgar, rather defiantly.

This is also true.

The Imperial Pride took twice as long to build as other warships and was personally overseen by the Primarch of Fugrim.

"The Ninth Legion will soon meet the Primarch aboard our Imperial Pride. Be prepared."

Casca chimed in.

"Ah."

Standing next to Kasgar, Fugrim nodded solemnly.

"I will immediately order the Emperor's Son's palace guards to prepare for defense, in case the ghouls cause trouble when they encounter the Primarch."

"Cause trouble? No, no, no, that's not what I meant."

No?

Fugrim was taken aback.

Isn't it to prevent bloodthirsty ghouls from attacking the original body if they are dissatisfied with it?

Unlike other legions, the Ninth Legion has always harbored resentment towards the Primarchs because their existence was too glamorous and clashed with the Legion's culture.

There were even rumors that the reason why the Ninth Legion and Sangilis had not met for so long was because the legion's ghouls looked down on the Primarch.

"Of course not possible."

Casca's words carried a hint of a smile.

"I'll go and have the Emperor's sons bring more tools for maintaining order and more apothecaries. I'm afraid the Ninth Legion will get too excited and collapse."

"correct!"

"Didn't you bring a lot of artists on the Imperial Pride? Call some artists over and have them draw the Ninth Legion's pathetic state when they meet the Primarchs and beg for their mothers."

"Also, bring their best audio and video recording equipment. I want to record the whole thing, make hundreds of millions of copies, and send them to all the inhabitants of the universe to enjoy!"

"I might be able to use even more embarrassing clips that haven't been released yet to threaten their Ninth Legion in the future!"

Haha!

Casca laughed.

You never expected this, did you! Your Ninth Legion is going to suffer the same fate!
(The word "也" is the key word.)
Feng Shui turns around!
Now, it's your Ninth Legion's turn to cry for help!
Hahaha!
Fugrim: "."

Fugrim: "?"

The Emperor's Pride

The Triumphant Road Corridor.

Although Fugrim was very puzzled by Kasgar's statement, she still summoned the painter and the reporter with video equipment.

After all, this wasn't the first time Casca's prophetic abilities had come true.

After much deliberation, Casgar decided to hold the meeting between Sanguis and the Ninth Legion on the promenade of the Triumph Road.

The original plan was to have a large corridor several hundred meters long, which would be sufficient for the number of people in the Ninth Legion.

Therefore, after several calculations and plans, we decided to visit them one by one from the observation deck on the main bridge.

Otherwise, stampedes could easily occur.

To celebrate this epic meeting, he even arranged for the Prince to decorate both sides of the viewing platform with elaborate gold and red decorative ribbons and cannons, creating an atmosphere for the Primarch's meeting with his offspring.

"Is this really necessary for Casca?"

"What if the Ninth Legion doesn't like me?"

Such a grand ceremony even overwhelmed the angel himself.

Even deep down, she had some worries.

As for her saying she didn't like it, Casgar directly denied that possibility.

dislike?
That is simply impossible!

Everyone loves archangels, right?

Even if you go to the Warp, there's a sycophant (headman) sitting on a brass toilet, watching you every day!

Hehe, angel, my angel.

[Yay! I won!]

【What? This angel is made of red sand? And it can't be returned?】

The gunboat from the Red Tears has already boarded the helipad of the Emperor's Pride.

Soon, the first group of Astartes from the Ninth Legion will meet with Sangilis.

Saint-Gilles, including those from the Third Legion who were hosting the meeting, were on high alert.

As the central figure of the meeting, Saint Gilles donned the spear and golden armor bestowed upon her by the emperor, with a huge ruby, like a vertical pupil, set in the center, which, along with her pure white wings, showcased her supreme beauty as a holy angel.

But she was still a little nervous at that moment.

Even the two wings on its back were flapping aimlessly at this moment.

Her gorgeous curls were now turning orange-red, reflecting her mood.

As one of the few Primarchs who understands psychic power, she has hair and eye color that change in various colors depending on her mood, just like a magical pony.

As she prepared to meet her children, she was also filled with trepidation.

They were still waiting in front of the Triumph Corridor.

Several commanders from the Legion of the Emperor's Sons and Primarch Vogrim stood at the very front of the observation deck entrance, while the angels, arranged by Kasgar, stood behind the entrance.

Accepting the paintings and scrutiny of journalists and artists.

They came one by one.

If they wait until all the Ninth Legion's ghouls arrive before pulling them out in one wave and wiping them all out with Charisma, Kasgar is worried that a crazy stampede will occur.

It's even possible for them to go completely mad.

After witnessing Horus passionately recounting his past as emperor to the other Primarchs.
Kasgar no longer expects any normal people to exist in this Warhammer universe.

wrong.

It seems Horus does this in every universe.

"It's just ahead. The Emperor's guides and Primarchs are waiting for you there."

From the corner on the right ahead, came the voice of Vespasian, the commander of the Emperor's Son.

As they turned the first corner, Radolon, a company commander from the Ninth Army, came into view.

“Radolon, company commander and commander of the Ninth Army,” he introduced himself, pointing to himself.

"It is an honor to meet you, Lady Fugrim."

The Legion may be called ghouls because of its ferocity, but as its commander, he has managed to retain his sanity.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Primarch Saint Gilles is waiting for you behind the door ahead."

"Thank you."

As he spoke, Radolon froze the moment the door opened, his words and footsteps both fading into silence.

"this--"

"This is."

Radolon stood frozen in place.

The angel is standing in front of the observation deck, looking up at the vast and boundless universe.

He only showed one side of his face, but it was enough to amaze the company commander, Radolon, who had just entered the room.

"coming?"

"Sorry, I was so engrossed in my meditation that I didn't notice."

She turned around and gave Radolon an embarrassed smile, like a startled little animal.

Radoron: "."

speechless.

I really couldn't say a word.

All he could feel now was a sense of closeness and peace.

Moreover, in that instant, the long-suppressed desire for blood within him, which had been held back by reason for so long, seemed to have completely vanished.

With angels around, who would crave something as base as blood?
It's a sense of closeness that comes from blood ties.

It was as if the only person who could soothe the darkest desires and yearnings in their hearts was standing right in front of them.

As long as she was still alive, the entire legion would not fall into an irredeemable abyss.

As long as she's still alive, it won't happen.

Radolon stood frozen in place.

The angel smiled.

That smile.

That damn smile.

When Radoron returned to Terra, he didn't feel anything special about his first visit to the Terran Palace.

Because he had already met his Mona Lisa.

The day I first met the angel, the gears began to turn, an unstoppable premonition of impending loss.
five minutes later.

Since Radolon stepped through that magnificent double-headed eagle gate, befitting a son of an emperor, there has been no further movement.

There was no fighting or arguing inside the door; you simply couldn't hear any sound at all.

No results have been announced, and Radolon has given no definite answer.

This made Azcalon, who was waiting outside, even more anxious.

What exactly happened inside?
"I'll go in and take a look too."

With that, he stopped waiting and walked toward the many sons of the emperor who were standing guard at the gate.

The princes and Fugrim did not stop him, allowing him to open the heavy, gilded gate and enter.

thump.

With a soft, resounding closing sound, even Azcalon fell silent.

silence.

The boundless silence made the ghouls waiting outside increasingly anxious.

"damn it!"

Unable to bear the silence any longer, Amit stepped forward.

"Radolon, Azcalon, say something! What are you dawdling about?"

"Didn't you say you'd help the brothers check out the Primarch first—"

He led the fifth company behind him forward and angrily kicked the door open.

Then he saw angels.

She was kneeling on the ground, gently comforting Azcalon, the commander of the Ninth Legion.

"I've always been afraid."

"I know they all call us ghouls behind our backs. Our genetic seeds are so unstable. What if the Emperor wants to purge us?"

"What if our Primarch deems us unworthy to fight alongside them?"

Sobbing, Azcalon, a tough middle-aged man, had snot and tears streaming down his face.

Ugh. How embarrassing.

Amit couldn't help but silently complain to himself.

I can't be like him.

“Azcalon, do not worry. You are all my proudest offspring.”

The angel smiled, his eyes seemingly filled with boundless radiance.

"You're tired now. Take a rest for a while."

Having said that, her gaze fell on the most tough guy in the entire Ninth Legion (as he called himself), and also the ghoul who would never submit to the Primarch.

[The Flesh-Tearer], Nasir Amit.

"Hello."

she said with a smile.

As an absolute tough guy, Amit would never be charmed by such a low-level trick.

He continued to behave as usual.

"Hello there."

“My name is Amit.”

“Uh, Nasir Amit, company commander of the 5th Company of the 9th Army Corps, company commander.”

His hands were somewhat at a loss, and his eyes dared not linger on the toes of the other person's steel combat boots that were staring at him.

The angelic Primarch actually knelt down kindly, smiling as he looked at the embarrassed man.

"Did I put too much pressure on you?"

The angel stepped forward apologetically, her fingers twirling her long, flowing golden hair with a hint of sadness.

"No no no no!"

"No, no!"

Amit quickly denied this.

“I can see that you and your Astartes are brave and fearless warriors.”

His subordinates, Astartes?
Right!

It seems I came in with quite a few soldiers from the Fifth Company!

How come I forget everything the moment I see an angel!
"Don't dare to take it, don't take it!"

Amit's hands were waving like a rattle drum.

But contrary to his actions, Amit's heart was surging with unusual excitement.

The Primarch praised me!

She praised our legion's fighting strength!

Wuhu~!

So happy!
A heartfelt joy welled up within Amit, inspiring him to persevere and strive for even greater heights.

For the sake of the Primarch, as the company commander of the Fifth Company of the Ninth Legion, he should spare no effort to pay any price!
After a round of conversation, Amit answered all the angel's questions honestly in a very stuttering tone, and was then seated to the side under the angel's guidance.

After all, there are still many Astartes that the angels need to know about.

Saint Gilles treated each of his children equally.

This made Amit somewhat disappointed.

But in the end, he obediently followed Saint Gilles's orders and sat quietly in the seat to the side.

and many more!

Why are there so many chroniclers here? When did they arrive?

Amit, who had been in a daze, finally came to his senses.

“I don’t know either, but by the time I became aware of these people, it seemed too late.”

"Ladoron, who was sitting next to him, complained."

“Your performance was also embarrassing, Amit.”

“The same goes for Azcalon. But I, Radoron, need no pity, nor do I shed tears.”

"And I certainly wouldn't cry like him—"