Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 129 Saint Gilles is a woman who could be my mother!

After Amit led his Fifth Company in, ghouls from one company after another lined up and walked through the gate.

"A show-off."

Kasga could even hear some of the people who had just squeezed in muttering to themselves.

The Ninth Legion's discipline, which could be described as tragic, was so bad that it was called a ghoul.

In their eyes, the Sons of the Emperor, a legion skilled in art and pursuing perfection, were nothing more than a cowardly legion worthy of utter contempt.

With Primarch Vorgrim by their side, these frenzied bastards dared not show a trace of their rage.

But from their disdainful and contemptuous eyes, Casca could also see the ghouls' disdain for the pursuit of art.

But that’s okay.

When I come out later, I'll have to become Wa's junior.

Kaska couldn't be bothered to bother with these ghouls.

"This is the last batch."

Following behind the last batch of companies, Kasgar spoke to Fugrim, who was walking in beside him.

The Ninth Legion Primarch meeting is about to end.

Those who boarded the gunboat and arrived at the Imperial Pride were only a portion of the group.

The ghoul army can recruit anyone, even mutants, who can revert to their original form after the gene seed is implanted, so it can replenish its ranks quickly.

Even though the Ninth Legion often charged ahead as a commando unit to fight the toughest enemies, it still managed to maintain the strength of a 10,000-strong army at all times.

Their small place couldn't possibly accommodate tens of thousands of Astartes and angels reminiscing one by one.

Those who encountered the original team were only the officers and vanguard of the Ninth Army Corps.

As for the remaining tens of thousands of people
Kaska could only imagine in his mind how frenzied the thousands upon thousands of Space Marines would go after the Sanguis returned to the Red Tear.
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It was just too difficult to hold back.

Kasgar, who was trying not to laugh, looked up at Fugrim beside her.

"Forgrim, aren't you eager to see why the Blood Angels who went in have remained silent, and haven't even leaked any information?"

"Hmm, because of what?"

She was genuinely curious about that.

Perhaps it was due to the shielding effect of the angelic psionic infection, or perhaps it was because the soundproofing of the gate designed by Fugrim was too good.

No matter how curious and gossipy the crowd waiting outside was, they couldn't get any information at all.

The only exception is Casca; even without prophetic abilities, he could guess what was happening inside.

The baby ghouls are looking for their mother!
As the door opened, everything before them came into view.

"This is."

The Hell Scroll.

Just like the countless children crying at the kindergarten gate on the first day of school, unwilling to leave their parents.

The entire ghoul army was already sobbing uncontrollably.

The observation deck was filled with people dressed in canned armor, and the Astartes figures displayed a variety of expressions.

Some looked dazed, some wept uncontrollably, and some even seemed to have experienced a decline in their intelligence, muttering incoherently.

"Mother, mother, mother, mother, mother, mother, mother, mother."

"Mother!"

Some of the angels are having an addiction and are crawling all over the place.

With not enough space, the Astartes of the Ninth Legion huddled together, hugging their knees and sobbing quietly.

As for the famous painters who were arranged in front of the observation deck, their inspiration burst forth the moment they saw the scene before them, as if they had eaten a mushroom of inspiration.

This is the first time I've ever seen such a rare sight!

Without needing any orders from anyone, their paintbrushes moved with incredible speed and fluidity, frantically smearing paint across the canvas.

Even without seeing the artwork, one can tell from their excited faces that a series of masterpieces are about to be created.

They are completely immersed in their art and cannot extricate themselves from it.

"This"

As the Emperor's Sons and Fugrim walked into the observation deck in stunned silence, Saint Gilles, who was kneeling on the ground comforting an Astartes, gave an awkward smile.

"I didn't know it would turn out like this."

The ghoul who originally considered himself a tough guy
completely annihilated.

None were spared.

Almost immediately after meeting them, these formerly crazed ghouls became Saint Gilles' most loyal supporters.

Even the female Space Marines, who numbered less than one in ten within the Legion, did not escape.

The overwhelming charm from Saint Gilles has completely erased the ghouls' long-standing ferocity.

Now, the Ninth Legion has inevitably and thoroughly become a "mama's boy" legion.

This is a chain reaction caused by pouring out all his worries and troubles to the wise older sister Saint Gilles.

It feels like the Ninth Legion's mental age has dropped by 1000 times, but Saint Gilles remains unchanged.

The Hell Scroll.

But what can our Saint Gilles do?

All I could do was force a bitter smile.

wry smile.

She had also considered all the possibilities that might arise when she met with the Legion.

But no one expected that the meeting between the Ninth Legion and the Primarch would be like this.

"If it's convenient, I'll take my legion back to the Red Tear first."

It was almost the speed of an escape.

Saint Gilles, accompanied by the Ninth Legion of Astartes following behind, departed from the Imperial Pride.

Of course, they should now be called by their new name, the Holy Blood Angels.

Can understand.

Fugrim sighed as he watched the angel's wings flutter as it sped away.

If it were her, she would run even faster.

After all, if all the Astartes under her command were such extraordinary beings, Lady Astartes, who created the Space Marines, would surely die with her eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Was it all recorded?"

As for Casca, who remained on the observation deck, after receiving a positive reply, he finally revealed a smile of triumph.

whee.

That's right!

This is exactly what I want to see!

That's it!

I recorded all of these shameful acts by the Blood Angels.

If we have the opportunity in the future to ask them for some resources, how could we refuse?

And there's also Radoron, one of the three heroes of the expedition, right?

Watching the video of Radoron sitting on the ground crying and the bewildered angel beside him, a smile that was hard to suppress appeared on Casca's face.

That's really funny.

"Casca."

Fugrim, who had chased after Sanguis when he was about to flee, returned to the wrecked observation deck.

"The angel has returned to her flagship. Can our meeting be considered complete as planned?"

This is not normal.

Fugrim was not entirely convinced by this.

"Why don't I have this effect?"

She said angrily.

This is not fair!
Isn't she, Fugrim, beautiful?

As one of the most beautiful people in the empire, why was Saint Gilles the only one to receive such almost fanatical adoration?

But she doesn't have that level of liking?
As she spoke, her gaze fell upon the princes who were trying to dodge.

They were the ones who laughed the most when they saw the Ninth Army make a fool of themselves.

indeed.

Fugrim admits that angels have a slight edge in terms of approachability.

But she still couldn't swallow her anger.

No!

"Casca! You, step forward!"

Casgar: "?"

He stepped forward, somewhat bewildered.

In front of the other relieved sons of the emperor.

I disagree with your statement!

"unless."

Fugrim's cunning gaze fell upon Kasgar, as if he had been preparing his next killing move for a long time.

"You have to call me that too, just like they do."

what?
Are they coming for me?

Casca looked embarrassed.

Why did the boomerang get thrown at my head?

"Don't you want to say it?"

Fugrim was unusually frustrated by Kasgar's evasiveness.

"I understand."

"You look down on me. I don't have the gorgeous and noble wings of an angel, nor do I have her approachable gentleness."

"Wait, that's not what I meant!"

Casca wanted to refute him, but his words were so weak and powerless.

You don't even dare to call her "Mom," yet you dare to say you love her!

"I know that in your eyes I am not even comparable to an angel."

"The centaur gold ring we were promised was also fake. You actually—"

"Alright, alright, I'll call, I'll call!"

Fugrim's voice trembled slightly with a hint of a sob.

"it is good."

The sobbing in Forgrim's voice vanished instantly.

For a Primitive-level performance artist, this is nothing out of the ordinary.

"reporter."

She called out.

"Lord Fugrim, what are your orders?"

"The people recording from the observation deck responded excitedly."

These reporters didn't care which legion's Astartes was calling out; they just wanted to see an Astartes calling for its mother.

"Don't forget to record the video of Casca calling for its mother as well."

Then, with a wicked grin, she pinched his cheeks.

I looked at those who were writing even faster than before, their expressions even more excited.

For painters and photographers, inspiration is more abundant than if they had eaten ten thousand mushrooms of inspiration.

Fugrim!

You schemed against me!

"Come on, shout it out."

"What are you shouting about?"

"You know what to say, don't play dumb in front of me."

After so many years of companionship, Fugrim and Kasgar have come to understand each other.

But this isn't always a good thing.

"Haha."

Looking at the recording equipment in front of her and the painter's flowing brushstrokes, she felt the aggressive female entity behind her.

Kaska, who had harmed others, ultimately harmed himself, and smiled with relief.

On the triumphant journey of the future Emperor's Pride, another new collection will be hung.

I did it too.

That's fine.

【Red Tears】

After the engine slowly recharged, it started moving forward.

Shortly after their encounter, Radoron demanded that all the crew members remaining on the Red Tear clean the entire spaceship spotless!
This was the most urgent order from the commander, and all the decorations, weapons and items with a barbaric atmosphere on and off the Red Tear ship were thrown away!
Everything revolves around Saint Gilles!

"Mother, this is the glorious Queen's warship, the Red Tear, bestowed upon us by the Emperor."

As a company commander and commander of the Ninth Legion, Radolon naturally had the advantage of being close to Saint Gilles.

While other legion warriors could only follow behind angels, he was already standing beside Saint Gilles.

This inevitably drew envious, jealous, and hateful glances from countless Ninth Legion soldiers.

But Radolon didn't care about any of that.

Just call me Saint Gilles.

Faced with the legion's overly enthusiastic address, Saint Gilles could only respond with a smile and make the suggestion.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, she had become the mother of tens of thousands of children.

"Okay, Mother."

Radolon nodded in agreement and then continued his introduction.

"This area was designated as a gathering place for the legion's warriors after we received it."

"Ahead lies more Astartes of the Ninth Legion, awaiting your command."

After turning a corner, Sanguires was led by a large group of Space Marines to the front of a large open platform.

The angel was actually filled with despair at this.

Look at the Ninth Legion Space Marines just now, each displaying their unique skills.
She was filled with extreme fear at the prospect of encountering the remaining tens of thousands of Space Marines.

During his studies with Horus's fleet, he only taught Sanguiles' legions how to fight, logistically support, lead tactics, and the Thirty-Year Centaur Golden Ring Constellation Book (which Sanguiles did not want to learn).
She wasn't taught how to be a kindergarten teacher.

This time, amidst the gasps of the Ninth Legion, the tall and voluptuous Primarch walked to the very center and stood still.

"It's an honor to meet you all."

"The Ninth Legion, my Holy Blood Angels."

She introduced herself with a wry smile.

hiss--

hum.

Another bout of unnatural dizziness struck Saint-Gilles.

She felt the scenery around her changing rapidly, disappearing and rebuilding in a way she couldn't understand, eventually forming a dim red.

A fiery red sunset beneath a vast sky.

A huge demon is casting its shadow under the setting sun.

It was a blasphemous creature summoned by reckless sacrifice and dark magic, a monster that treated the truth of the Empire as worthless paper, a fiery red undead, raising its blade and chain whip at the two men.

She recognized one of the two demon fighters; he was Kasgar of the Emperor's Sons Legion.

The other one was extremely tall and looked like a gladiator.

But his height tells Saint Gilles that he is a Primarch.

Even though the two worked together to fight the demon and almost reached a stalemate, they were still instantly overwhelmed by the nearly endless wave of the undead.

This prophecy foretells their deaths.

She could feel it.

This is not a prophecy, but a straightforward declaration. The bait to lure her, the angel, is on this ancient planet covered in red sand.

Come here and fight us.

As the last line of consciousness appeared in her mind in small print, Saint Gilles felt the scenery before her eyes fade away once more.

Finally, the Holy Blood Angels who had been watching her intently reappeared in her field of vision.

call.

I'm finally back.

Saint Gilles thought to himself.

Today, there are more and more prophecies about this red sand land and that mysterious Primarch.

It seems that something important is about to happen there.

Is this reality?

silence.

The square, which had been filled with tens of thousands of people, was now shrouded in a deathly silence, as if it were completely empty.

Just when everyone thought the silence would continue indefinitely, someone finally spoke up at the very front of the line.

"You are Saint Gilles?"

"I object—"

He was the adjutant of Amit, the company commander of the 5th Company.

When they boarded the gunboat bound for the Imperial Pride earlier, Amit, fearing he might not return, insisted that his adjutant remain on the Red Tears.

He was also warned that if the Legion Primarch was just a pretty face, he must continue his will and persist in his resistance against her!
He naturally kept this matter in mind.

Even though he could see that everyone was now being manipulated by the Primarch, only he was capable of inheriting Amit's will—

Snapped!
With a burst of almost full speed, he quickly removed the other person's helmet and then instantly pressed it against their mouth.

Skillful.

This person was Amit.

At this moment, the two were exchanging glances frantically.

Adjutant: "Ugh! Ugh—"

What does this mean?
Amit: "Mother, please continue. I need to go and discuss some things with my adjutant for a bit, haha."

His smile was filled with the obsequious and even fawning expression that the former "Flesh Tearer" despised most.

"Excuse me."

Amit gave an extremely awkward smile, and with his adjutant beside him, fled the place as fast as he could.

adjutant:"."

adjutant:"?"

The Emperor's Pride

"woooooo"

"I'm not clean anymore."

Watching Fugrim relish the recording, Kasgar, as before, huddled in the corner, hugging his knees tightly, silently isolating himself.

Now, according to the plan to divide forces and attack the Nephilim in different directions, the thin-skinned angel has completed the leap to the new planet to besiege the Nephilim in a manner that is almost like an escape.

"In that case, after setting up surface defense facilities and preachers on Sagan, we should move on."

The Word Bearers and the Blood Angels are working hard, and we, the Sons of the Emperor, must also step up our efforts!
It might not just be the Blood Angels; after Saint Gilles was brought into the picture, all the junior students of the Ninth Legion became angels on steroids.

When they unleash their full combat power, it might be even more terrifying than Black Fury.

Not to mention that the number of people in these two legions far exceeds that of the Emperor's Sons.

"Our task is equally significant. The other two legions have already set off ahead."

"Imperial Pride, preparing to proceed to Mandeville Point for a warp jump."

"Our agreement with the other two legions is simple: while maintaining interstellar communication, we will strike as many Nephilim colonies as possible, and finally rendezvous on Melchior, the last home of the Nephilim."

"If there are no objections, I will immediately notify the fleet personnel to initiate the jump."

"Wait a minute, don't rush off, I have something to tell you."

Just then, Kasgar, who was about to stand up and notify the fleet crew members, was pulled back by Fugrim beside him.

"what?"

"No, it's a message from your good spirit pirates, Iriel and the others."

As she spoke, a hint of jealousy crept into Forgrim's voice.

"They have already found the coordinates of the planet you requested."

"I'm right, it's near the Extreme Starfield."

"It's that planet covered in red sand—Nukeria."

In fact, Yrel, who came to the Eldar in the Ark, was already a seasoned seafarer who could freely traverse various routes and warp storms.

Even though she was considered a young person within the Ark Spirit Race, the experience she had accumulated on her path was still more impressive than the best and most experienced navigators on the Empire's side.

Previously, they couldn't show themselves because the other Primarchs and Legions were all together.

Now that the Primarchs of the other Legions have all gone to different battlefields, the Eldar pirates have naturally returned to report on the situation.

"Very good. Very good."

In Casca's mind, he already had a plan for his next move.

"Once the matter with the Nephilim is settled, and Luo Jia and Huai Yan are certain that there will be no problems, I will make a trip there."

Angron is currently the most promising Primarch.

Regarding his previous conversation with the Emperor, Casgar did not agree with the Emperor's pessimistic attitude.

Now that he knows the outcome and how things will turn out, he should be able to change it!
If the Emperor feels he can't change things, then he'll save Angron for you!

It's impossible for Angron, who doesn't even have nails in his head, to rebel, right?

On the other side of the one who cherishes words.

The "Law of Faith" has been thoroughly compromised and riddled with holes.

Although the crew members who remained on the ship fought bravely and sacrificed their lives to hinder the Nephilim's efforts to seize control of the ships, and even annihilated the invaders in some battlegrounds.

However, these mortals are still too weak for some elite monsters that are too powerful and can only be dealt with by Space Marines.

Nothing could stop them from wreaking havoc throughout the ship's cabins.

Just like the Nephilim who infiltrated and breached the hibernation zone of the new recruits who had their genetic seeds implanted in the Law of Faith.

Seemingly able to sense the dormant enemies in the cabins, this alien creature, considered an elite among the Nephilim, aimed at the newly awakened Angerte and pulled the trigger of his gun.

Angeltai is about to die.

But at that very last moment, a mysterious golden light appeared before his eyes.

It was a centaur with a bow drawn to the moon, its entire body golden.

A constellation that symbolizes war in ancient Terran mythology.

However, the arrows in the centaur's hands do not seem to be for conquest.

Rather, it is for the purpose of creating some kind of connection.

Under the complex influence of people's beliefs, the duties of the Golden Centaur Spirit seem to have undergone a slight shift from conquest.

Or rather, He got a new part-time job:
— To act as a matchmaker.

It's like incorporating the duties of Cupid from ancient Terran mythology.

call out--

This arrow was less about harm and conquest.

It's more like a salvation, an attraction that transcends time and space.

Bah!

Angeltai's body instantly expanded rapidly, with countless bone-like spikes and scales protruding from his body.

Behind him, even in the center of the protruding bone spurs, a deep red wing-like membrane unfolded.

Brother, I'm here.

This time, I will definitely save you.

At that moment, a voice rang in his mind.

Power, immense power, instantly filled Angeltai's body and soul.

The sonic pulse that was supposed to hit Angeltai suddenly passed through his body, which had become somewhat ethereal, and unleashed a powerful destructive force towards the hibernation pod behind him.

The attack completely destroyed the compartment where Angelte had been, burying the mechanical priest who had just died along with the flying debris and metal fragments.

Now, it's Angeltai's time to attack.

Weapons are no longer important.

The claws extending from his fingers are divine weapons capable of tearing through any armor.

With a speed almost unimaginable to Angeltai, he pounced on the alien.

As if it had tens of thousands of years of combat experience, it instinctively raised the sharp claw on its right hand and swung it at the opponent.

Swish!
As easily as cutting tofu, the Naphoenix's eyes were filled with disbelief as his body was cut open.

It could never have imagined that a person could turn into a demon in an instant.

But that doesn't matter, since nobody cares what a dead alien is thinking.

"call."

Seeing that the alien was dead and the crisis was over, Angeltai finally had the chance to think about what had just happened.

I thought about it, but the result of my thinking seemed even more absurd.

do not know.

This was so bizarre for a new recruit that he couldn't even imagine what was happening to him.

"who are you?"

He tried asking himself the same question.

"Raum, it's me, Raum, brother! Finally! This time I can finally save them—"

The other person's voice appeared in Angelte's mind.

As if realizing something, it suddenly stopped speaking.

Uh, sorry, you probably don't know me yet.

"So, who are you?"

Angeltai remains shrouded in mystery.

What's going on?
I've become—

At that moment, Angelte looked at himself reflected in the broken glass beneath him.

Oh my god, that scared me to death!
He nearly jumped to the ground in fright.

It was an extremely ugly, alien monster.

He had a red head and horns, skin covered with scarlet keratin and scales, and wings covered with a scarlet membrane.

His sharp teeth and claws revealed his power and ferocity.

It is no different from the demons in the ancient legends of Colchis, just as ugly and terrifying.

The most terrifying thing is that this demon actually acts in unison with Angeltai!
That is to say-

Is it me?

Excluding the possibility that a demon appeared in the glass, Angeltai suddenly turned into a demon!
"I've become a demon!?"

"No! This can't be! This must be an alien hallucination!"

Humans have become the legendary demons. Does this really fit with the "Imperial Truth"?

He stood there, scratching at the stratum corneum on his body as if trying to get rid of the skin.

Angeltai wanted to escape from this absurd, demonic shell.

He simply couldn't accept this shocking reality.

He was just undergoing surgery to transform himself into a Word Bearer when he was suddenly attacked by an alien. Then, without warning, a voice appeared in his mind, and he himself instantly transformed into a demon.

That's a bit too much of a leap.

It is not something that normal humans can accept.

Don't worry, I can help you undo the transformation.

Perhaps seeing the despair in Angelte, the voice that called itself "Laum" spoke carefully.

Fortunately, the voice that had inexplicably appeared in my mind spoke.

The next moment, Angeltai felt his strength rapidly dissipate, and his height gradually shrank and became shorter.

"So I'm back again?"

He looked at his body, now back in human form, in disbelief once more.

Yes, you're back.

To be precise, we've all come back, back to a time when everything was still salvageable.

The voice was filled with deep sadness.

Then, his tone shifted abruptly, becoming increasingly vehement.

Brother, please tell me quickly—

Where is that beast, Irebas?!

What does it mean to become a "lone flag bearer"?

[Well, it's better that he's dead. It's just that not being able to take revenge myself makes me a little unhappy.]

Don't worry, brother. You have my protection now; no one can hurt you.

"Just call me Angel."

Suddenly entangled by a strange voice, and then inexplicably addressed as a brother by someone extremely affectionately, Angeltai was at a loss as to how to handle the current situation.

The voice was so familiar, acting as if it belonged to an old friend who had known Angelte for a long time.

But Angelte had no recollection of ever knowing anyone named Raum.

"And what exactly are you? I don't trust you."

You may not trust me, but I am your only help in escaping this predicament.

Sigh—

Just as Angelte was about to retort, a high-pitched sound wave emanated from him, causing a strong vibration that made him kneel on the ground, painfully covering his ears.

It's an alien!
The Nephilim are destroying the entire warship with their sonic weapons!

As if by instinct, under the high-frequency sonic attack, scarlet keratin and bone spurs once again covered his body, helping to alleviate his injuries.

Unlike the instantaneous transformation just now, this time he was in a state of complete lucidity and filled with fear, gradually turning into a monster that was neither human nor ghost.

"No! I don't want to become a demon!"

Now is not the time to say this if you want to survive.

Perhaps demons can bewitch people and devour their souls, but I will not do that.

[Angoltai, please believe me]

"."

It seems that he went through a long period of psychological struggle and reflection.

For survival, for the future of those who cherish words.
But in the end, he accepted this gift from the subspace.

The demon transformed and once again covered his body.

scare--

The deck corridor of the Word Bearer warship, riddled with scars and craters.

Like a wild beast unleashed, Angertai landed on his powerful forelimbs, brimming with demonic muscles, and with each leap and swing, he could leap forward several meters to kill the invading alien.

"This is."

Both the aliens and humans, who were enemies, were surprised and terrified by the sudden appearance of this demon.

With his unimaginable speed, Angeltai transformed into a gust of wind and left before the humans could even utter a sound.

What time is it now? Did you just undergo Space Marine transformation? That's a long time ago, it's normal that you don't recognize me and don't trust me.

[By the way, why are there so many alien creatures on the Word Bearers' ships?]

Where is Luo Jia? Where did he go?

good question.

Angelte also wanted to ask.

Damn it, the warships are almost riddled with holes from being invaded!

Where are the others, Luo Jia?
(End of this chapter)