Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 131 Raum: I'm super, box!
"finally."

The moment Saint Gilles stepped aboard the Imperial Pride, a long-lost sense of peace and tranquility returned to his heart.

Even the people standing on the tarmac to greet him seemed so kind and well-mannered to Sanguis.

That...that's the breath of a normal person!
The aura of a normal human being, completely different from that of the Holy Blood Angels!

She felt a pang of nostalgia.

A smile forced onto Saint-Gilles's weary face.

How miserable.

Standing in front of the main bridge of the warship, Casgar couldn't help but feel a moment of silence for Saint Gilles.

While the legion's combat effectiveness has indeed improved, the price paid is far too high to accept.

Even now, they haven't found even a moment's peace.

The communication device was still transmitting anxious and doubtful questions from the Holy Blood Angel.

[Mother! Why didn't you take us with you as guards when you went to the Emperor's Son's flagship?!]

[What if there's a traitor within the Imperial Prince's Legion who wants to harm you?]

We are extremely worried about your safety, Mother!

[The gunboats from the Holy Blood Angels are about to arrive—]

"Need not."

Saint Gilles nearly lost his temper.

But the next moment, after taking a deep breath, she gave him a bright smile.

"I am safe on the Emperor's Pride. The next step for the Blood Angels should be to consider how to cooperate in completing the operation against Melchior."

"But! Mother, we are really worried about you—"

"Little mouth—!"

Saint Gilles pouted and said somewhat impatiently.

Shut up!

The unanimous response came from the Ninth Army.

Then came a uniform silence.

Click.

Saint-Gilles quickly cut off communications.

Finally, the harassing phone calls from the Holy Blood Angels came to an end.

I'm sorry to have made you all laugh.

Seeing the half-hearted smiles on the faces of those around him, Saint Gilles gave a deeply apologetic one.

It seems that due to the mutation of the Blood Angel gene seed, all Astartes in the entire legion develop a strong dependence on the angel.

Once it comes to Saint Gilles, the originally brave and fearless Holy Blood Angels are reduced to a bunch of mama's boys.

Is this considered a genetic defect?

Casca seriously doubts this.

However, judging from the Blood Angels' achievements, this decrease in intelligence seems to occur only in daily interactions within the legion and does not affect their combat capabilities.

The Blood Angels, who fight alongside angels to some extent, possess combat power far exceeding that of other Astartes.

Inspired by the angels, their achievements far surpassed those of the pathetic Legion of Word Bearers.

The Emperor enjoyed the spoils of the Great Expedition, while the Angel suffered the consequences of the Legion's internal flaws.

“Lord Saint Gilles,” Casca asked, stepping forward with some confusion, “since it is you, why don’t you do something to stop their fanatical faith?”

The Holy Blood Angels Legion has always been absolutely loyal to Saint Gilles.

If Saint Gilles really wanted to control this Primarch worship trend, it shouldn't be too difficult.

“I also considered this approach, but ultimately gave up on it.”

Saint Gilles replied.

"They've suffered enough."

"Before they met me, they fought in the harshest conditions and suffered unfair contempt and disdain from others, even being humiliated as ghouls."

The Ninth Army Corps has always had a difficult path to its formation.

Unlike other legions that have extremely strict requirements on the genetic purity of their candidates, the Blood Angels' gene seed is open to almost everyone, even deformed mutants.

(I'm not sure if I should ask, but is it okay for long-eared demi-humans to be like this?)
These people, who came from the lowest of backgrounds and were even considered inhuman by others, were all transformed into handsome and physically strong Space Marines after being assimilated by the Ninth Legion.

From then on, the Ninth Legion could recruit a large number of qualified candidates from any planet, thus rapidly replenishing its combat manpower.

This advantage, however, brought them not courtesy and preferential treatment, but a series of relentless nightmares.

As Astartes-type cannon fodder units with fast replenishment capabilities, the Ninth Legion is often dispatched to the most brutal and bloody battlefields to fight against the fiercest and most ruthless aliens.

In order to survive, and in order to extract information from the corpses.

Even those who survived the brutal battlefield were not greeted with heroic treatment by the remaining Ninth Legion Space Marines.

Instead, it was a more brutal and dangerous battle.

The Great Expedition needs to reclaim too many stars, and the aliens it needs to conquer are no pushovers.

The soldiers of the Ninth Legion gave everything they had for the Great Expedition.

But who cares whether they live or die?
Originally a heroic being who sacrificed everything for humanity, he was called a ghoul because of others' misunderstanding and suffered undeserved contempt.

"They had really suffered so much before they met me."

As Saint Gilles spoke, a tear rolled down his cheek.

Under Saint Gilles' moving speech, everyone present felt pity for the Ninth Legion's plight.

"Nobody ever cares about them."

"And since my existence can bring them even a little comfort."

"Then how can my fervent pursuits be compared to their suffering?"

Real life is hard enough.

If even the spiritual pillar of the angels were to be forcibly toppled, it would be too cruel for the Holy Blood Angels.

The moment she finished her speech, small applause began to erupt from the mortal empire officers standing nearby.

Then, more and more people on the bridge began to applaud and nod in agreement.

Ultimately, it all converged into a torrent of applause.

They were all deeply moved after hearing Saint Gilles's speech, which was full of humanistic concern.

Angels.

She's truly an angel.

Sometimes you really can't blame the Blood Angels Legion for being full of angel fanatics.

And who wouldn't love an angel?

However, precisely because of this, Saint Gilles dared not say such a thing within the Ninth Legion.

She was genuinely afraid that the fervor within the legion would escalate to another level.

"thanks, thanks."

"As for now, let me rest for a while."

Saint Gilles smiled wryly, feeling helpless.

"Hahaha"

Seeing that even Saint Gilles was helpless against the Holy Blood Angel, a cheerful atmosphere filled the main bridge of the Imperial Pride once again.

Stupid!
Shortly after the Imperial Pride completed its warp jump from Mandeville, a ship from the Word Bearer Loka followed closely behind and arrived at the battlefield.

However, compared to the once glorious and ambitious expeditionary fleet eager to make its mark, the current Whisperers may indeed be somewhat lacking in appearance.

The cuts left by the alien airdropped objects were hastily covered and patched up, and some parts that should have been turrets were now empty, as if parts of them had been deliberately cut off.

Although the ship's overall structure was not seriously damaged under the protection of the Void Shield.

However, upon closer inspection, the various small cuts and bullet holes on the [Law of Faith], as well as the missing gun barrel, all tell the story of the horrific boarding maneuver she once endured.

It is estimated that after this operation against the Nephilim concludes, their ships will need to undergo major repairs in some large foundry world.

The ship's crew was ravaged by the aliens, and even the captain died in the line of duty.

This has resulted in a large number of weapons and equipment lacking human operators.

If there is any good news, it is that the Astartes Legion of the Word Bearers is still intact, although the fleet in the naval battle may be slightly weaker.

No, it should be much weaker.

"In that case, I suggest that the main approach against the Nephilim's warships be boarding them."

With the support of the Word Bearers fleet no longer available, Saint Gilles was the first to make the suggestion.

The Naphrys Xenomorphs' strongest fleet, stationed on Melchior, is comparable to the United Expeditionary Fleet.

Furthermore, with the support of surface defense facilities, a rash attack by the human alliance fleet, which lacks the Word Bearers as a major source of firepower, might only drag them into a war of attrition.

More than 100,000 Space Marines from three Space Marine Legions had no time to slowly wear down the Xenomorphs.

Time is tight and the task is heavy; we must act quickly and decisively.

What should be done with those who defect, especially the Primarchs?

Of the three Primarchs, at least one must remain with Primarch-level strength to guard the Combined Fleet and command naval battles.

At the same time, we must guard against the enemy sending elite troops to seize control of our army.

So who will take on the important task of staying behind to guard the rear?
Saint Gilles, Fugrim, and the Luojia 3D Big Head from the Whisperers Fleet's communication system looked at each other in bewilderment.

First and foremost, Saint Gilles absolutely must charge into battle alongside the warriors of the Holy Blood Angels Legion.

Not only can she unleash her terrifying combat power, but she can also inspire all the Holy Blood Angels around her to be even more courageous and fearless.

Secondly, it's impossible to place Luo Jia in the rear of the legion's command.

His destructive power over the legions was no less than that of the Astartes.

The damage he inflicted on our army when he commanded the legion was greater than the damage he caused to the aliens when he did not command it.

We must not let our guard down.

It seems that, after excluding all other candidates, the only Primarch remaining behind the Legion has been identified.

"You're leaving without me? Fine."

Fugrim sighed helplessly: "Inform the fleet commanders of the Word Bearers and the Blood Angels to complete the docking with our Prince's fleet."

"So, what are the arrangements for your former crew members who have defected?"

She pouted and said, somewhat unhappy.

The Naphiles were quite skilled in naval warfare, and they even had two large voidships as their final weapons.

"If we take our past experiences as a reference, in terms of firepower, if we concentrate the combined firepower of the fleet, we should be able to quickly disable the shield system of one of the warships."

"As for the other ship, it will be handled by a joint squadron of space marines from the three expeditionary fleets. Led by Lord Luo Jia and Lord Saint Gilles, they will invade the enemy warship from both the front and rear."

"Finally, control of the warship was seized in the middle section, which, based on previous analysis, was most likely the control core."

The tactics are simple.

Without much knowledge about the alien warship, there were really no good suggestions on the direction the boarding team should take.

"Alright, everyone, prepare for battle."

As several escort ships dispersed around the flagship, the void ships from the three expeditionary fleets regrouped into a large combined fleet and launched a massive assault toward Melchior.

Although after the rendezvous, the remaining two combined fleets temporarily transported some crew members, engineers, slave laborers and mechanics to replenish the crew of the Word Bearer warships, which were in dire need of manpower.

Despite this, the number of people who can participate in the replenishment is still small.

The Imperial Princes are few in number, and so are the Holy Blood Angels.

What do you mean by "ate it"? It really wasn't eaten.

Now that Saint Gilles has appeared, the Blood Angels rarely eat people anymore!
After integration, the entire combined fleet presented a distinctive inverted triangle formation:
The two top-tier battleships, the Imperial Pride and the Crimson Tear, jointly protected the damaged and understaffed Faith Law, which was surrounded by a dense array of ships in all directions of the three large fleets, blocking any alien flying objects that dared to approach.

Further behind were the merchant ships and transport ships that had broken away from the naval battle formation and chosen to remain behind.

They marched with great fanfare toward the alien warship that was docked in near-Earth orbit around the planet.

[The cannon is fully loaded and ready to fire.]

[Approaching the enemy warship, a large number of alien boarding aircraft have appeared on the port side]

[This is Admiral Galu. Our escort ship, the Andariel, is under attack from the alien warships!]

As messages came out one after another from the communication device, Casca, sitting inside the gunboat, calmly looked at the screen projection inside the gunboat.

The naval commander was Fugrim, and Kasgar was confident in her abilities.

It's much more reassuring than Luojia.

As the chief lord and commander of the Emperor's sons, he is about to lead a small squad of elite imperial princes to board the alien warship.

"Follow the Whisperer gunboats ahead; our landing point should be as close to theirs as possible."

"I am in the gunboat," Casca commanded.

Their expected landing site would likely be not far from the boarding squad of Luojia and Huaiyanzhe.

For some reason, Casca still couldn't let go of Luo Jia, this abstract charlatan.

Kasga couldn't fathom how someone could have boarded and destroyed most of the weapons and equipment on their warship.

Even Casca had some doubts; even if he were to board the opposing fleet and cause trouble, this guy could probably still manage to create some problems for him.

With this uneasy expectation, Kasga planned to follow and track Luo Jia the whole time, constantly monitoring whether the other party would make any abstract moves.

"Casca."

Just as he was engrossed in planning his future tactics, one of the princes, Astartes, spoke to him.

That was his former teammate, Lucius.

"You haven't been back for so long, I thought you'd forgotten about your brothers."

"No way!"

Casca hesitated.

Indeed, when one's attention is almost entirely focused on other Primarchs, it is easy to overlook the fighting brethren of the Astartes within the Legion.

After all, he had so much to do, and the time allotted for the Great Expedition was not ample for him.

"I'd like to be like you."

"You were partners just a few years ago, but after a while you became a favorite of various Primarchs. Whether it's the Iron Hand or the Thousand Sons of Words, they all want you."

Lucius said with a hint of jealousy.

This Casca!

After only a few years as a recruit, he rose like a rocket to become the lord commander of the legion, and then the chief lord commander.

He then moved among the various legions, participating in inter-legal decision-making and becoming sworn brothers with figures of caliber like Magnus Loka. (However, it seems that becoming sworn brothers with these two would have a negative impact on his intelligence.)
Then, he led his small squad of Astartes to the planet Colchis to search for Eribas, a traitor close to Luo Jia, and earned the Emperor's praise.

They could even win the emperor's praise!
Too strong.

It was an existence that Lucius could not defeat despite his best efforts.

When they were studying together under Aqua, he thought he would have the opportunity to hone himself to be even stronger than his former idol.

But as time went on, it seemed that Kasgar's strength was advancing by leaps and bounds at an incredibly rapid pace, and the social strata he was mingling in were getting closer and closer to the Primarch level.

They've already formed a pathetic, thick barrier between themselves and ordinary little space soldiers.

“Lucius, don’t envy Casca’s honors. He earned them through his own abilities.”

Sol Tavitz is fine, though.

He was never one to seek the limelight as a soldier.

After all, if you could write an article called "My Wife, Primarch Fugrim," you could become a celebrity in the Imperial Legion and even in all the Astartes Legions.

Moreover, Casca didn't use this connection when he was promoted.

"Just saying."

Lucius shrugged slightly.

"Alright, let's stop chatting for now," Casca said gravely. "Our gunboats are about to board the enemy flagship; prepare for battle."

"okay."

Boom!
The plasma cannons on top of the gunboat blasted away the alien defenders, clearing a landing area for the landing.

As the hatch panels slammed shut, the Emperor's son, Astartes, clad in heavy powered armor, emerged from the gunboat with heavy yet resolute steps.

when!
Heavy shields were placed in front of the group, and the entire tactical squad surrounded the technical soldiers in the center who carried a large number of detection devices, forming a tree-like dispersed formation.

This was the first time in a long time that Casca had taken out this shield to go to the front lines to face the enemy.

In previous battles against the Nephilim, Fugrim always insisted on personally leading the fight against the aliens, leaving Kasgar to command from the rear.

After using psionic flames for a long time, there are few times when you can take the gun and shield back into battle.

Speaking of psionic flames
It seems that ever since the last golden-red crack extended to the entire right arm, this crack has remained unchanged, like a progress bar stuck at 99.9% of a download.

But that’s fine.

If he were to be covered in cracks and explode, he had no idea what kind of monstrosity he would become.

The reference is no longer a human-like crow storm, but rather the "Ascension Demon" Crow King.

Even the demon-slaying Luo Jia would exclaim that a demon has arrived upon seeing this.

While maintaining formation and waiting for the technical sergeant to scout out, Casgar couldn't help but think to himself.

"The detection results are in: there are no Philistine ambushes in the vicinity. I have sent the detailed detection map to your helmets; please check and verify it."

"Okay. Follow me into the corridor on the right ahead, and plant explosives in the last room at the end of the road to blow up the path."

As he spoke, Casca raised his shield and slowly strode forward.

He did not lower his guard because of the technical sergeant's words.

Although bird divination tools are accurate most of the time, problems often occur on the rare occasions.

Don't let your guard down.

Raising his shield high, Casca scanned the surroundings with his sharp eyes through the sights on the boarding shield.

No exception.

No exception.

No.

call.

After the ten-person team nervously inspected and passed by this alien warship, which was not much different from human spaceships (according to research and analysis, it is very likely that the Naphians have brainwashed many human crew members and engineers).

The group maintained their previous formation and stood facing the room with the thinnest walls in the scan.

"what happened?"

Lucius, unable to contain himself, was the first to ask a question.

"Is there a problem?"

"Why are all the Philistines gone? How can there not be a single person here when it's the most crucial and heated period of defection?"

"I didn't see even a single human slave crew member."

who knows?
The prince beside him did not reply, but simply stood still in his previous posture, waiting.

"Alright, this is the spot. Get ready to install the thermal explosives."

Casgar himself found it extremely strange that the interior of the warship was completely empty after a scan.

There shouldn't be so many cabins completely empty.

The room next to the corridor where Casca and his group landed was identified through scanning as the location of the Xenomorphs' activities, and the environment where the Nephilim had lived could even be seen.

But right now there's not a single person here.

boom!
With a loud bang and a cloud of dust billowing into the air, a large hole was blasted open on one side of the room, big enough for two Astartes to pass through.

"Follow me, prepare to probe the surrounding environment."

As the dust settled, a silver-white corridor with a minimalist, futuristic feel was revealed.

It is very different from the green-skinned "My Omnisaiah" style of the Empire of Man.

But there was still no one there.

Whether they are alien Nephilim or human slaves.

"Walk along the corridor, paying close attention to changes in your surroundings."

"We are now rendezvousing with the boarding squad of the Word Bearers."

As he spoke, Casca cautiously took a step forward.

Another step.

wrong!

"On the ceiling!!!"

It was something that came from an unknown source, whether it was psychic perception or intuition, that made Kaska shout out instantly.

Almost simultaneously, the explosive gun in his hand fired a large number of bullets into the sky.

Boom boom boom!
He looked up urgently, but there was still nothing there.

Apart from a hole blasted out by a bomb and the surrounding charred remains, the ceiling is still a pure white expanse, unchanged.

But Casca could sense something unusual moving rapidly above the silvery-white metal plate!
"Get down!!!"

Casca continued firing relentlessly at the ceiling.

Meanwhile, the Imperial Prince squad members beside him, unaware of what was happening, all raised their explosive guns and aimed them upwards as a warning.

Tear it apart!

Perhaps provoked by Casca's provocation, the other party finally attacked him.

Like tearing a piece of fragile paper, the mysterious creature's claws lashed out towards Casca's location the instant they ripped open the metal panel on the ceiling.

Like a scarlet whirlwind.

"Step aside!"

"I don't want to hurt you, get out of here!!!"

The demon roared.

I rely on?

Evil. Demon?
Demons have begun to appear in this physical universe?

After an initial moment of surprise, Kasgar lunged forward, raising his right hand high to shield himself against the demon's claws.

Who cares if demons appear in the physical universe? All demons shall die!

I must say, this demon is quite powerful.

Upon initial contact, a mark approximately half a centimeter deep appeared on the master-crafted boarding shield in his hand.

This is a work from Fugrim. The fact that it can leave even a slight mark on such a divine artifact shield is enough to demonstrate the sharpness of the opponent's claws.

However, judging from the trajectory of the claws, it seems that the opponent really only wanted to destroy the shield and did not aim for Casca's body.

If it were a regular tactical squad, they might actually have been wiped out by this powerful demon.

Unfortunately, the Casca are not your average tactical squad.

The instant the claws left marks on the heavy boarding shield, Kasgar lowered his center of gravity, forcefully raised his shield and pressed forward, seizing the moment when the opponent's arm tightened, and used his own strength to fight the opponent head-on.

With power that was almost impossible for a Space Marine to possess, the demon was forced to stagger back several steps.

Immediately afterward, as the demon retreated to prepare for another counterattack, a golden-red flame instantly ignited the longsword in Kaska's hand, and slashed towards the demon.

Even if the demon's skin could withstand the sword strike, the large amount of golden-red flames attached to it clung to the demon's body like maggots clinging to its bones.

The once indestructible demon skin seemed to have encountered its strongest nemesis, gradually melting like butter under the scorching flames, and the air rippled with slight distortions and flickers.

"Warspace fire?!"

A terrified shriek came from the demon's throat.

It had no idea that the person before it could actually wield flames powerful enough to incinerate any creature in the warp!
Who could have predicted that?

In the entire galaxy, how many people know how to use Warp Fire, which can erase and destroy everything in the warp?

Unfortunately, he ran into one today.

The demon, left with no choice but to accept its misfortune, was instantly engulfed by the flames in Kaska's hand, letting out a shrill scream.

hiss.
Only then could Kasgar see the other's face clearly through the large shield, and he turned his gaze to the unusual demon.

This demon seems different from the ones Casca usually encounters.

Compared to ordinary chaotic demons, this thing's body seems to be wrapped in a layer of terracotta armor.

It looks more like it was transformed from a human.

As for his shoulder armor, which is connected to his flesh and blood, it seems to be the style of the Word Bearers.

Casgar: "?"

It is able to connect flesh and blood with power armor, and it is also the power armor of the Word Bearers.

Excluding the possibility that the Word Bearer suddenly mutated, it seems there is only one possibility left.

Not a demon.

He's an enchanted warrior?!
Overwhelmed with shock, Kasgar even weakened the intensity of the flames in his hands.

this.
What have you all done to me?
The Great Expedition was only halfway through, and even Horus hadn't become the War Master yet, and you, Luo Jia, had already created the Enchanted Warrior.

BYD Xiaoma was at most just playing Pokémon at this point, and you've already gotten involved with the Blessed Child?
Awesome.

Luojia, you're even more awesome than Magnus.

Taking advantage of the moment when the flames in Kasgar's hand weakened, the monster hurriedly retreated, shaking off the warp fire that had stained its body, and looked in the direction where Kasgar had been with lingering fear.

His eyes had become clearer after being scorched by the flames.

"I do not wish to be your enemy, human. I am not a demon."

Its deep red face, covered with fangs and sharp teeth, emitted a low, guttural roar like that of hell.

A guy who looks like a demon, fights like a demon, and is demonic in every way denies that he is a demon.

It's really fun.

But what if?
Casca decided to try calling out to the other person.

"You are."

"Raum?"

He tentatively called out a name in his heart.

? !
At that very moment, the demon, who had been on all fours ready to run away, suddenly froze in place.

"Is he more like Angeltai than Raum?"

It seems he really did stumble upon it by sheer chance.

It wasn't because he was particularly familiar with enchanted warriors.

Instead, he knew the enchanted warrior duo of Angorte and Raum.

He didn't recognize the others.

Of course, if we include Evil Magus, then Guilliman is also an enchanted warrior (the blessed son).

But it is quite obvious that he is not Guilliman.

"."

The demon froze in place, then slowly turned around.

Raum was drenched in sweat as he looked at the Imperial Prince's squad, who were standing ready and staring at him.

He is not afraid of others knowing his name.

After all, this is not his demonic real name, and no one can restrict his actions based on this name.

Just run.

But now, someone who possesses both the flames of the warp and the ability to call his name...
This is truly terrifying.

Not to mention, he could even recite the name of Ingres Tey.

Raum felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

How did he encounter such a powerful person?

Now, even if he can run away, where can his good brother Angelte run to?

I just wanted to save my brother.
Please have mercy on me.
"What do you want to do?"

Raum asked tentatively.

"You go back first. I want to talk to the person you possessed."

"Casca said leisurely."

"Ok."

"This is--"

Enough, Raum, let me be the judge.

[No! Brother! You'll die if you do this! No! Don't deactivate the transformation!]

Amidst the bewildered gazes of the princes, the demon's crimson body retreated and vanished as quickly as boiling water splashed on snow, leaving only a Word Bearer Space Marine wearing ill-fitting armor.

The man hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

“Angeltai the Word Bearer awaits Commander Kasgar’s instructions.”

(End of this chapter)