Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 165 Oh my god, that's me!
Lükes.

This is a desolate satellite orbiting a planet called Kiavahr.

After the Kiavas discovered that this moon contained the rich mineral deposits they had always dreamed of, Lycaeus was transformed into a mining planet where the blood and sweat of slaves were poured out.

The planet is devoid of anything but mines, and doesn't even have an atmosphere.

Or, in the eyes of the rulers, this planet, which only had mining slaves to live on, did not need much time to build an atmospheric shell for it.

At the same time, the rough surface, which even the atmosphere could not form, could also become a natural cage to trap slaves.

Under the coercion of the Kiava Planetary Empire, countless slave laborers toiled day and night under the guns of armed guards to continuously supply mineral raw materials to the giant factories on the main planet Kiava.

Everything was so dark and hopeless.

Until a child I'd never met before appeared in this mine.

The young female worker, Everonia, stopped the drill tractor she was on, looking at the child who had appeared before her with a puzzled expression.

Where did he come from?
In the Luccaus mines, there were only hardworking, laborious miners.

A child with such an unusual appearance should not be in this mining area.

Averyna didn't know where the other person came from, but she couldn't just run the drill tractor over the child.

She stopped the car, walked up to the child, and wiped the dust off his body with her equally dusty hands.

His hair and eyes were jet black, while his skin was absolutely pale and bloodless.

Judging from the rock debris on this guy's body, it looks like he crawled out from underground.

"nineteen."

"I am number nineteen."

That's what the boy said.

"You beast, who gave you permission to stop the car?!"

Just as Averyna was about to ask about the child's origins, a violent and ferocious shout came from behind them.

With Averynia's pained scream, the enforcer grabbed her blonde hair and dragged her to the ground. His electrified whip struck her mercilessly, crackling loudly.

The boy took action.

His little mouth pursed, and he reached out his little hand toward the law enforcement officer who was slapping the screaming Evoria.

Click.

—Then they twisted the head off the law enforcement officer.

The ruler of Kiarwar intended to punish the murderer with the most cruel and vicious methods to deter others from committing the crime.

Let the workers see what happens to those who dare to resist law enforcement.

But it seems they have encountered another insurmountable problem.

The murderer cannot be found.

Even the surveillance footage showed no trace of the incident—just as law enforcement officers were whipping the female worker who had inexplicably stopped the drill tractor, her neck was suddenly snapped, and her head fell to the ground.

Drenched with blood.

There are no signs.

Even if they wanted to punish the workers, they could only let it go in the face of this bizarre situation.

However, what the rulers didn't know was that the child who had broken the enforcer's neck had already been protected by the workers.

It seems that in addition to his unusual appearance, this child also has a special ability—to make himself undetectable by anyone, and even invisible to surveillance cameras.

It's amazing!

The workers were discussing this extensively.

Such a strange birth, such powerful innate strength!
The workers believed that the child was a savior sent by God to liberate them from endless labor!
The workers on this mining planet, who had endured so much hardship, gave him a new name: Corax.

In the local language, it means "savior".

Under the joint care of many workers, Corax quickly grew into adulthood.

This "very quickly" is not a figure of speech, because he really did grow very quickly.

However, after working in the mine for about three years, his physique was no different from that of an adult man.

To be precise, he was even taller and more robust—if law enforcement officers weren't usually unable to spot him, the mere sight of such a three-meter-tall giant walking around the factory would be enough to terrify them into fleeing in panic.

Corax walked through the factory area of ​​several mine pits.

Here, the machines roar and the noise is deafening.

The enormous machines, invisible to the naked eye, continue to operate, reprocessing the planet's organic waste into food for the slave workers.

The filthy sewage waterfall, emitting a strong stench, gurgled as it passed through layers of filter scoops. Below, a machine scraped a thick layer of algae and scum from the surface of the floating pool, then guided it into the open chute of the pasteurizer.

Everywhere you look, there are laborers with blank stares and covered in dust.

There was nothing they could do but numbly continue their work. Without any protective equipment, they could only breathe the unfiltered air and let the filth and mud splatter onto their skin.

It's time to change all of this.

As the law enforcement officers were still swaggering around with their batons in hand, as usual, Corax's blade moved.

After much preparation, Korax led a rebellion of the planet's suffering laborers.

The uprising proceeded very smoothly under Corax's meticulous planning.

First, Corax's decapitation operation was extremely successful.

Before the rulers appointed by Kiarvar could react to the workers' rebellion, he was stabbed in the throat by Corax, who was lurking in the shadows.

As for the other workers' uprising armaments, they came from modifying mining equipment by themselves—also the work of Corax.

He possessed a vast knowledge of mining and machinery, and even knowledge related to lethal weapons.

Using the organizational structure and operational experience that automatically appeared in his mind, he quickly integrated the workers who had given up hope of even surviving into a force that could not be ignored.

Then, with the help of his assassination skills, the workers' armed forces quickly defeated the leaderless law enforcers and seized control of the entire mining planet Lycaeus using the modified mining machinery.

"Corax, we won."

Before the bonfire party held by the workers who had gathered after the war ended, a young girl stood before him.

That's Averynia, Corax's sister.

Besides this older sister, Corax has dozens of other older sisters and dozens of older brothers.

He was raised by the workers, and he always remembered that.

"Yes, Averynia."

"we won."

"But another battle awaits us."

Taking over the planet does not mean they have achieved complete victory.

Lycaeus is merely a mineral satellite orbiting a planet.

On Kiaral, a large number of government troops are preparing to march to Lucius to quell the rebellion.

"There are even tougher battles to come, so please be prepared to face a new wave of enemies."

Although it was rather comical for a giant nearly four meters tall to call them "brother" and "sister," Corax still stuck to the way he addressed the workers when he was a child.

These workers scrimped and saved to raise him.

Corax always remembered that.

However, in the vision of gray blindness he had just experienced, he seemed to see something else besides the future counterattack of the Kiarvars.

He saw the demigod walking towards him.

They were both giants.

One was tall and thin, while the other was short and stocky.

But they were all unhappy.

The two divine beings arrived at Lycaenius while bickering.

"What are all these things?"

Corax had a bad feeling.

The Emperor's Pride

"You immediately ask the other party to perform a psychic prophecy for you."

"Brother, maybe you're the one who's hopelessly trapped in psychic prophecy, aren't you?"

Neither of these two Primarchs are easy to deal with.

Especially Peturabo.

But as you know, Mortalian also likes to contradict.

When facing Peturabo, his personality actually had a positive effect to some extent.

At this point, he unleashed his full potential for arguing and actually started speaking up for Casca.

Although he disliked everything about the Sons of the Emperor's Legion: just breathing the air on the Imperial Pride made Mortalian feel as if he were being punched in the face with a perfume-scented fist.

It's too sweet.

The air in Barbarossa is still the most comfortable to breathe.

Perhaps Mortalian thought in his heart that this was not the choice of a normal person, but unfortunately he had realized that he could not escape this dependence.

Take another sip.

“Brother, you know perfectly well that what I’m thinking about is not relying on prophecy, but how to use scientific methods to break this ridiculous reliance.”

Peturabo persists.

“Casca, I want to hear your prophecy—since so many of my brothers and sisters favor you, let me see if you truly possess the talent.”

"You want my prophecy, don't you?"

Casca forced a smile.

Perturabo also managed to ignite the usually mild-mannered Casca's temper.

This thing is infuriating!
If he could, Casca would want to rush up to him right now and beat him up in front of everyone.

When Kasgar was with Roguedon, he thought that Perturabo's rebellion was inseparable from his stone-like personality.

But after spending time with Perturabo, he decided to retract his previous slander against Rogdorn.

I'm sorry, it was a misunderstanding.

It would be impossible for someone with Rogdorn's unwavering and resilient character to withstand a century of constant ridicule and sarcasm.

Maybe this guy is indeed like a rock at times, but no matter what, he's still a normal person. Uh, a normal rock.

There is no comparison between him and Peturabo.

"In that case, please allow me to recount everything we will see and hear on Lycaeus next."

"There, we will meet Primarch 19, named Corvacs Corax, who looks very much like Conrad Coz, with black hair, black eyes, and pale skin. He has the ability to disappear from the enemy's sight."

"After landing in the atmosphere of Lycaea, Corax was raised by the local miners, and with the Primarch's innate knowledge and combat abilities, he led these suffering workers in an uprising and overthrew the planet's rulers."

"The first person he met upon landing on the planet was named Everenia. She was the first person he saw on the planet and also an extremely important older sister. After liberating the planet, Corax decided to rename Lycaus as the Savior and the Nineteenth Legion as the Raven Guard."

The rapid words, like those of an orc shooting a boy, were fired at Perturabo in an instant.

You're going to make a prophecy, right?

it is good!
I'll give you a prophecy!

From his life story to his experiences, his abilities, and his name, Casca revealed everything that should and shouldn't have been said!

"What did you say?"

But after listening to Casca speak, Peturabo appeared even more somber.

"Who is Averynia? In your prophecy, how does Corax view his sister?"

A strange thing is that Casgar never thought that Perturabo's entry point would be Corax's sister.

What is this guy thinking?

“Averynia has always been supportive of the Primarch’s actions, and she is someone Corax can confide in.”

"As for Corax, I don't quite understand what you mean. Of course he loves his sister very much, does that really need any further explanation—"

boom--

In that instant, filled with rage, Peturabo made his move.

Under his sudden heavy punch, even with the added strength of multiple forces, Kasgar still couldn't see his opponent's movements clearly and could only raise his arms horizontally in front of his chest to defend.

Fortunately, he wasn't alone. Just as the opponent's fist was about to reach Casca's chest, a beautiful purple figure stepped in front of him.

With a deafening roar, although most of the impact was blocked by Fugrim beside Kasgar, the remaining shockwave still left an ugly wound in the exquisite and magnificent conference room of Emperor's Pride.

As for the paintings, sculptures, and decorations placed against the walls, they were all smashed to pieces by this punch, and most of the artworks that originally filled the entire cabin were instantly destroyed.

"Petulabo, what are you doing!?"

With a tone of both surprise and anger, Fugrim shouted loudly.

Before Kasgar, Fugrim held his fire blade horizontally in front of him, looking on in shock at the Iron Lord who had suddenly attacked.

In fact, Fugrim's temper wasn't among the best of the Primarchs.

Given that this was the first formal meeting between the Sons of the Emperor's Legion and the Iron Warriors, and considering they would be forming a joint fleet to travel to Lycaeus in the future, she exercised considerable restraint in front of Peturabo.

But Perturabo's sudden attack on Casca is really going too far!

Can this old woman tolerate this?

A deep fury erupted in Fugrim's purple eyes as she extended the fire blade in her hand, its tip aimed directly at Perturabo's neck, protected by steel armor.

Seeing this, the Iron Ring Automaton and Trident behind the Iron Lord also raised their weapons, and the atmosphere between the two sides immediately became tense.

"Alright, alright, please put down your weapons. This is not the time for us to fight each other."

Upon seeing this, Mortalian immediately stood up. He slowly walked in front of the two men and pressed their weapons downwards.

How did they start fighting without warning?
He was actually a little confused.

Although I'm often a bit mischievous and like to contradict others, it's not to the point of escalating to the point of inter-legal battles.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"What am I supposed to do? I'd like to ask what this Casca is up to!"

Peturabo's face turned red with anger, as if he had a bellyful of pent-up anger that he couldn't vent.

"You really think I can't understand your hidden meaning, kid? I already know who you're talking about!"

"You really think I can't understand sarcastic remarks?"

"?"

WTF?

Casca knew Peturabo was a bit of a goofball, but this time he was genuinely bewildered.

Even with his script-reading mindset, he couldn't understand why Perturabo suddenly went crazy—oh, right!
elder sister!

Casca suddenly understood.

He had been talking about how Corax unified the planet through his own abilities, and how Corax's favorite person was his sister.
Oh my god, that's me!
You're talking about me, kid!

Peturabo was so startled by what he heard that he started breathing out in shock.

"Lord of Iron, I do not understand what you mean."

Casca said without changing his expression.

He was trying hard not to laugh.

"You little brat!!!"

Seeing that he still had that indifferent, smug attitude, Peturabo was naturally quite angry.

It's just asking him to make a prophecy, isn't it?
This kid not only didn't make any prophecies about the new Primarchs, but he also used it to satirize his own growth trajectory.

Can't anyone else tell who you're talking about?

Of course, this wasn't what angered Peturabo the most.

What angered him the most was that he had actually slandered the Lord of Iron!

He slandered Peturab's sister, whom he loved and depended on the most!
That's absolutely impossible! Even though he had a slightly better relationship with the tyrant's daughter who raised him in Olympia, and often received help and support from her.

But these are all things she should do, and how could Peturabo, with a heart of steel, possibly have any feelings of dependence or reliance on a mortal?
This statement is simply too wicked!

That guy Kaska actually used some kind of prophecy to make sarcastic remarks about him!
This made Peturabo very angry.

what?
You asked what if he really did prophesy that the new Primarch also has an older sister, and that the new Primarch likes this sister very much?
And there was no veiled criticism of Peturab?

How can it be!

Based on Peturabo's extraordinary computing power and the experiences of all previous Primarchs on their homeworld, it is extremely rare for a Primarch to have a similar experience, let alone one that is almost exactly the same, given their superhuman strength, intelligence, and lifespan!

How could there be such a coincidence in this world!

But... the Crow King really does have an older sister!
Seeing that Peturabo was still in a red-hot state, Kasga wanted to say something, but he suppressed his desire.

“I don’t quite understand what you mean, Lord of Iron.”

Casca deliberately said, "But I can assure you of the accuracy of my prediction."

"Never make a mistake."

"Never make a mistake?"

Peturabo grunted in his throat: "Then I'd like to see if your so-called prophecy is truly as accurate as you say!"

This guy is talking complete nonsense!

What prophecy?

During that short period of time, Peturabo did not see even a trace of condensed psionic frost, nor did the temperature coefficient in the analytical instruments change at all.

This kid didn't activate any psychic prophetic abilities at all; he just made it all up on the spot!
It's just that this time it happened to be Peturabo who was implicated!

"If anything goes wrong, I leave it entirely to the Lord of Iron to decide."

Kasga continued, neither humble nor arrogant.

“No need, brother.” Mortalian leaned closer to Peturabo with a sigh.

After some time of reflection, he gradually understood why Peturabo had suddenly attacked people.

Sigh, his brother really is overly self-conscious.
What Casca was saying was clearly referring to himself and Typhon (Typhon's name at this time)!

Although there is a slight difference in gender, Typhon was the first person Mortalian met on Barbalus. The two hit it off immediately, completed the uprising on Barbalus together, and had the best relationship!
(But the gender was indeed incorrect.)
The prophecy about Nakasgar must be referring to Mortalian!

This Peturabo is really overly self-conscious.

Motalian thought to himself with a self-satisfied air, "The pot calling the kettle black."

"So be it."

Perturabo retracted the gun barrel from under his protruding steel gauntlet, and the numerous Iron Ring Automaton soldiers behind him lowered their weapons.

“If your so-called prophecies are false, I will put you on the fire and burn you, just as the prophet did to religious believers.”

"Don't even think about it!"

Before Kasgar could respond, Fugrim's sword was almost about to strike Perturabo.

"This is a military matter, sister."

A hint of disdain flashed in Peturabo's eyes.

In his view, it was Fugrim who, driven by emotion, chose to believe Kasgar's slander, over and over again.

Blinded by love, she was unable to see through Casca's scheme.

—The negative consequences of failing to control one's own emotions.

Their weakness is laughable.

This also means that the Emperor's Son's army cannot be commanded as easily as his own soldiers.

"As for your suggestion that the Emperor's son should lead the next Primarch return affairs, I agree."

“But if anything that happens next is even slightly different from what this Casca said, I will report your superstition and blind faith to the Terra War Council.”

"Don't go too far down the wrong path, sister. This is my last piece of advice to you."

"War blacksmiths, follow me back."

With that, Peturabo stood up irritably and walked toward the door.

At that moment, he looked at the destruction he had caused to the entire cabin with his furious punch.

The once magnificent and beautiful wall is now covered with fragments and dust.

Many plaster fragments are scattered on the ground, telling the story of what a magnificent work of art it once was.

But now all that's left is a pile of mud.

"I'll pay for these. I'll send something better to make up for it soon."

Peturabo is gone.

He left with his pile of iron ring robots.

"It's easy to leave without seeing him off."

Fugrim showed no intention of seeing her off.

After the initial shock she received, her impression of Peturabo was extremely negative.

“Petulabo really shouldn’t have done that.”

"But to some extent, he is also concerned about you and afraid that you will be misled by people with impure motives."

Seeing Peturabo leave, Mortalian smiled and tried to smooth things over.

Perhaps Mortalian the Fourteenth didn't have a great reputation among the Primarchs, but in stark contrast to Perturabo...
He's simply an angel!
"If this is what he means by caring, I'd rather he didn't care about me at all."

“There’s nothing we can do about it,” Mortalian shrugged. “My brother’s way of thinking is indeed a bit different from ours.”

"The word 'different' is too understated."

Fugrim sighed: "It's more like... eerie."

But Peturabo prepared gifts for all the Primarchs, which shows that he still longed to get along well with them.

Even under these circumstances, he managed to become a second-most marginal figure (the first being the Khan who didn't want to get involved).
He actively sought to interact with people, which resulted in everyone disliking him.

Peturabo's interpersonal skills can only be described as pathetic.

"However, Peturabo's violent reaction just now seems to say a lot."

Casca analyzed.

"For someone like him, the thing he most rejects is often the thing he most desires."

Since he reacted quite strongly when he heard that his sister wasn't even his sister, but rather Corax's sister.
This shows that deep down, he really longs for his older sister's approval.
Eh!
Casca suddenly had a great idea.

That damn Peturabo, he likes to bite anyone he sees, doesn't he?

I'll make you pay!

"Lord Mortalian, would you be interested in participating in our [Special Operation]?"

Kasgar smiled and asked Mortalian the question.

If a single Primarchary Army were to oppose another Primarchary Army, it could very likely create discord between the armies.

But having accomplices makes all the difference!

"Oh?"

Mortalian was somewhat interested in this.

Although Casca is a wizard from a think tank, his prophecy just now did not use any psionic energy at all!
What does this mean?
This means that this kid is actually using a similar method of numerology or fortune telling!

Furthermore, considering his previously superior prophetic abilities compared to other psionicists, and the absolute accuracy of his prophecies, this precisely proves the correctness of Mortalian's idea!
Prophecy does not require psychic power!
Mortalian's favorability towards Kasgar skyrocketed.

"What do you want to do?"

"Great!"

Mortalian's eyes narrowed into slits as he laughed, shouting happily.

This guy has always had a bratty, mischievous personality.

He was summoned by the Emperor to fight his adoptive father one-on-one; he was summoned by Macardo to Nicain to stir up hatred; and he was summoned by Horus to start a great rebellion, which he found interesting, so he rebelled as well.

As for the special operation against Peturabo?

That sounds really interesting, count him in!
Not long after, the End Call.

As the flagship of the Fourteenth Legion, Mortalian's personal vehicle remained as busy as ever.

"Galo, this is the Primarch's secret order to you."

Garo, the company commander of the 7th Company, suddenly received an envelope written in the handwriting of the Primarch.

what is this?
"."

"What do you mean by 'bring Peturabo's sister to Olympia as quickly as possible'?"

(End of this chapter)