Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 176 The Human Empire is Doomed!

The frontier of the human empire.

This sector is a territory that the human empire has rarely set foot in since its inception—whether it is its remote location or the obstruction of warp storms, it has been ignored by the expeditionary fleets even now that the Great Crusade has been underway.

Here, the light of the starlight dims.

While not completely hidden, it is still difficult to pass through.

Especially when nothing in the star sector is known, no one wants to be the first to try something new.

The bloody reality of the complete annihilation of four expeditionary fleets in the Dark Night Sector serves as a stark warning to every expeditionary fleet commander with an adventurous spirit—

Do not venture into unexplored star systems.

But this is no challenge for our Eldar pirate ships that can freely traverse the network.

With the guidance of the Void Dreamer, it doesn't require much effort or time at all.

Soon, Princess Yrel, the most powerful Eldar pirate in history and perhaps even in the future, the only warlord who did not embark on any path of war (which required choosing and following one of Cairne's sides), a powerful and invincible Eldar genius, daughter of Asuyan, and the most devout follower of the new Phoenix King, arrived in this sector that had been isolated for countless years.

"Conduct exploration, investigate the conditions of planets in various star systems in the area, and send me the information on planets with traces of human existence as soon as possible."

Along with a streak of light from the ship's spirit network, a message from Irelia swept across the network before her eyes, reaching the hearts of every crew member.

This is the advantage of Eldar technology.

The sacred remains are connected to us!

After consuming the large Eldar warship of the Conspiracy Group last time, she carried out a certain degree of modification and reconstruction on this massive ship, which was equipped with a large amount of Dark Eldar technology.

Especially after being covered by the spiritual bone network from the Ark Eldar, this warship, in terms of sheer size, is comparable to the flagships of human legions.

It is sufficient to serve as her future flagship, enabling her to conquer all directions.

Overjoyed at her new flagship, Yrel named it the "Flame of Asuyan" in honor of the great Phoenix King who appeared to aid her in the face of the Dark Eldar's conspiracy when she captured the ship.

However, all of that is in the past.

After years of continued development and evolution, the Eldar pirate fleet has become even stronger through constant conflicts and development.

“Send a message to those humans still putting up a last stand on the surface, telling them to stop bombing if they surrender, or our assassins will send the heads of any politician who dares to resist to their broadcasting center.”

Although under the influence of the new Phoenix King, Yrel does not discriminate against humans for their filth, baseness, and stupidity, her innate Eldar genius's disdain for others still makes her reveal a slight hint of contempt.

The old spirit clan's master is a master.

With the combined technological and psionic capabilities of the Ark Eldar and the Dark Eldar, destroying the armed resistance on isolated human planets would be a piece of cake.

"Damn aliens! We will not submit to you! May the glory of humanity endure forever!!!"

"Tsk, it's the same again."

Irelia felt sorrow for those still stubbornly resisting: "Who told you we were aliens?"

With a series of wondrous changes, the warship, which looked very much like the Eldar, transformed into a purple-gold battleship through continuous transformation!

【Emperor's Pride】(fake)

This is a technology used by the Eldar to protect their warships: a holographic projection device.

It can transform the appearance of warships into other forms.

"That was just a disguise. Are you willing to believe we are ships from the Human Empire now?" Irelia replied helplessly over the communications broadcast.

“But it doesn’t matter if you don’t believe it,” she continued. “In a few days, maybe a few weeks, alas, the technology of those barbaric humans is always so unreliable.”

"Anyway, the human empire will come here to take over your planet soon. Just say that the 28th Expeditionary Fleet recaptured you and that the leader is named Fugrim."

"Wish ya'll good luck!"

Before the people on the planet could ask any more questions, in a few flashes, the purple-gold human battleship disappeared on the other side of the universe.

"So...we're going to become part of the human empire?"

The humans on the surface of that planet were finding it difficult to accept such a huge change.

"The fleet has been completely wiped out, and even the surface-to-air firepower has been bombed clean. How can we fight anymore?"

"That's not what I meant! What I wanted to ask is, are they really human? They just seem more like aliens."

"But no matter what, they all claim to serve the human empire. Let's try contacting them first."

As a genius pirate in the universe, Yrel has built up a powerful Eldar pirate army that rivals the Third Fleet thanks to his formidable development capabilities.

The mission of this army was often to help the Empire find and explore areas they could not reach, and to discover and reclaim the human world there.

Especially recently, because the Son of the Emperor's Legion often needs to fight alongside other legions, he has to find food on his own in remote areas.

While the Emperor ordered Fugrim to follow Kasgar and help the Primarchs adapt to the Empire, these Eldar pirates, while developing themselves, never forgot the Third Legion's grand expedition KPI.

They have been in secret contact with the Empire, using their ability to freely traverse the network to assist in the exploration and recapture of surrounding peripheral star systems under the name of the Third Legion.

The Eldar guard the nation's gates, while the Xenomorphs perish for their country.

Moving.

They're all mercenaries anyway, what's the big deal about helping the new Phoenix King complete a mission?
As for the Empire
They had known for a long time that the Third Legion had a group of Eldar mercenaries to assist them in the reconquest of the Great Crusade.

These were all approved by Ms. Parker, the chief preacher of imperial truth, who held the title of "Imperial Pride" at the time.

She herself is a direct subordinate of the Imperial Chancellor, Magic Pattern Macardo.

Although this use of alien mercenaries to speed up the expedition has generated some controversy within the Terra War Council.

Using alien technology is one thing, but this is a real, large-scale expedition using alien mercenaries.
Is this really in line with imperial truth?
The answer is very reasonable.

Ultimately, it was only through the emperor's strong opposition that this unique army was preserved.

Because this can really speed up the expedition.

With the Eldar's network technology, speed can be said to have been greatly increased.

Sometimes, foreign exchange can be a very useful currency.

Forget about aliens.

This is a vivid demonstration of the benefits of internet technology, making Old Huang extremely envious.

We can talk, we can talk!

Sometimes, we shouldn't dwell on these trivial details; the priority should be to recover the Great Expedition and return it to the world as soon as possible.

"So, all our records of conquering the world will be attributed to the Third Legion and Primarch Vograim?"

"Then so be it. After all, it was the Third Legion that earned the Eldar's trust and loyalty through its own means."

"They deserve this honor."

The emperor was in a good mood.

But even Fugrim herself was not quite aware of it, her achievements and honors in the Great Crusade skyrocketed like a rocket.

Ullanor.

The top of the orc fortress.

Perhaps the combined efforts of the two Primarchs could subdue this orc leader, after all, Phyllos and Horus are among the most powerful Primarchs.

If they could really work together, maybe the one lying on the ground right now would be that damned orc overlord.

But clearly, they couldn't do it at this crucial juncture in the competition for the leadership.

Even if you go all out, the opponent might take advantage of your weakness.

It was in this atmosphere of mutual distrust that the two Primarchs, too eager to secure their own victory, refused to cooperate, allowing Urlak Uruk to defeat them one by one.

Or perhaps it was because the orc overlord Uruk was simply too powerful. But in the end, only the orc overlord survived this battle.

Although Phyllis and Horus only suffered minor injuries, they lost most of their weapons and equipment under the brute force of the orc overlord, leaving them with very limited options.

The hideous giant green-skinned creature naturally turned its gaze toward Kasgar and Fugrim, who had just barged in.

"Be careful!!!"

With a furious roar from the orc overlord, Urrak Uruk charged toward the two of them.

That was an unimaginable speed.

No one, no living being, could have imagined that a mountain of flesh more than ten meters tall could unleash such terrifying instantaneous acceleration.

Before Kasgar and Fugrim could react, the giant orc was already above them.

boom! ! !
A heavy thud echoed as something fell to the ground. Although Kasgar and Fugrim managed to dodge the powerful blow at the last moment, the shockwave still sent them flying to either side.

This intensity is simply beyond what humanity can currently handle!
Even the strongest human emperor could not defeat the orc overlord's underlings sent to the Tianlong Star Region by relying solely on physical strength without using psionic energy.

Urrak Uruk, the current overlord of the orcs and the absolute leader of the greenskins, is enough to intimidate them with just the first blow he makes.

There's simply no way to confront them head-on!
"Philus, Horus!"

"Can you still stand up?"

Kasgar held his power sword to his chest and asked the question in the direction where the Primarch had been scattered.

Judging from the activity, there seems to be no response.

Despite how pathetic this level of defense seemed to the orc overlord, Kasgar could even sense the mockery on Urrak Uruk's green face.

It is mocking their weakness.

call out!
In the distance, where the dust was so thick it was almost impossible to disperse, a beam of plasma and several lasers were fired.

This is a shot from Philus's mechanical backpack.

Logically speaking, the power of a firearm designed and modified by the Primarch himself should be self-evident.

But the instant these beams struck it, as if aided by some strange power, the fungal creature's green skin completely blocked the attack.

The plasma beam, powerful enough to destroy a Poisonblade tank, only managed to leave a charred, superficial wound on the orc overlord's green skin.

I really don't know how they managed to make it green.

"how can that be"

Phyllis murmured heavily.

The opportunity to launch a sneak attack, which was hard-won, still failed to cause any effective damage even though the opponent did not take any initiative to defend.

Just how powerful is this overlord?
Even their exposed skin has significantly stronger defensive capabilities than humans?
Startled by the sneak attack, Urlak's attention was quickly diverted to Philus, and he roared as he charged toward her.

"Using physical methods to deal with the orc overlord Urrak is too ineffective; it's practically impossible to inflict much effective damage."

Kasgar conjured his most frequent golden-red flames in his hands.

Unlike the Emperor, his psionic flames are more like a healing tool and can't cause much harm to others.

The three Primarchs present—Felus, Horus, and Fugrim—were also unable to use psionic powers, so—

correct!

There's also Horus's "Three Wonders of the Netherlands"!
"Horus! Use the same techniques you used in the Dragon Sector to attack him!"

"what?"

"It was those three moves you used when you saved the Emperor!!"

"Hurry! We don't have much time left! If you still want to be the War Commander, you'd better hurry!"

Casca was somewhat reluctant to utter the name "Three Wonders of the Dutch Empire".

Because the name was indeed somewhat embarrassing to say, he was reluctant to bring it up.

That's so awkward, my friend!

"Alright!" Horus, whose armor could only be roughly outlined in the dust, agreed to Kasgar's proposal.

He suddenly clenched his left fist, as if to unleash a powerful punch from afar at Urrak Uruk, who was chasing Philus.

But it had no effect.

It didn't work!!!

"Horus, what are you up to?!"

Filus, who was being surrounded and blocked by Urak Uruk, roared angrily.

"I don't know. But it just didn't work! Maybe it's because of the Emperor! The Emperor wasn't in danger, I feel..."

!

Just as Horus was anxious about his inability to unleash the "Three Absolute Techniques of the Horus Emperor," amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Urrak Uruk stretched out his giant pincers and reached out towards Kaska's location.

"Notice!!!"

Even Kasgar himself didn't notice that the orc overlord who was chasing Philus would suddenly turn his spear and charge straight at him.

With a speed at which even the Primarch could barely dodge, he had absolutely no chance of escaping.

click!
With a triumphant chuckle, Urlak Uruk used his giant pincers to lift Kaska up.

"Casgar!!!"

As if possessed, he charged towards the orc overlord in an instant, leaping up and aiming his fire blade at the massive orc's neck.

However, what awaited him was an enormous gun barrel fixed to the orc's other hand.

Even if Fugrim's speed is perfect, the speed of the orc overlord is unreasonable.

The moment they made contact, Fugrim was easily sent flying by the opponent's powerful force.

"."

Meanwhile, the orc overlord continued to increase the pressure on the giant pincers of his other hand.

However, it seems that Kaska is quite resilient; even Urrac's power couldn't crush him instantly.

But judging from the current situation, his death seems imminent.

"No!!!" Fugrim cried out in pain as he was pushed away and bounced off the wall.

With bloodshot eyes, she charged toward the orc overlord.

This time, she even threw away the fire blade in her hand and charged straight at the orc overlord with only her bare hands.

It's now!

In her mind, she recalled how Horus had once boasted to her about his "Three Wonders of the Horus" and the "Centaur Gold Ring".

If Horus can do it, why can't she, Fugrim?

Does that mean her love for Kasca is less than Horus's love for the Emperor?
No, this is impossible!

Fugrim clenched her teeth, and in that instant, countless memories flooded her mind.

She could even sense that in another world, in a spatial dimension different from the real world, a pure golden centaur was accompanying him.

"Casgar!!!"

boom.

Unlike Horus, he didn't shout out any words that sounded extremely awkward.

With just a shout, the orc overlord's head exploded instantly, just like the orcs that Ge Rong had encountered in the Tianlong Star Region before.

The headless orc body then swayed and collapsed in the next moment.

"Casca! Are you alright?!"

Fortunately, Fugrim acted faster, pulling Kasgar from the giant pincers just as he was about to be crushed under the orc's corpse.

"Cough cough. Not bad, let me run it through with flames."

Kasga stretched out his right hand with some difficulty and slashed it across his front.

As a golden-red flame flashed by, Casca's previously bluish-purple complexion returned to normal.

"Casca!"

With an incredibly surprised tone, Fugrim rushed forward to hug her.

The hug was tight.

Casca was having trouble breathing again.

Is our battle over?

Horus asked, looking at the two people embracing.

"Well, it's over."

Philus's expression remained stern: "We can discuss the War Commander's matter later. Right now, we need to clear out the remaining orcs in Ulanor."

"agree."

Horus nodded heavily to the other man, then turned and hurried to the palace entrance to find his Gastrin Terminator.

At this moment, they were still gathered around Company Commander Abaddon, together with the 10th Company of the Sons of the Emperor led by Thor Tavitz, to resist the ever-growing tide of greenskins surging up from below.

"My lord! You have killed the orc leader?"

"Yes, although it wasn't me, that big green guy is indeed dead."

Horus nodded heavily.

"That's Philus? Her power is indeed..."

"No, it was Fugrim who killed the Greenskin Overlord. Abaddon, step aside for a moment, let me spread the news of the Orc Overlord's death."

"Ulrak Uruk, the Orc Overlord, is dead!!!"

"Your resistance is futile!"

Upon hearing this news, the orcs, after howling and calling out the name of the Overlord in vain, finally succumbed to panic and chaos.

"What do you mean, Fugrim killed the orc overlord?!"

Abaddon was also gripped by panic and chaos.

After the orc leader died, the remaining orcs on Ulanor scattered and fled in terror, howling in fear.

The defining characteristic of the Greenskinned Aliens is their extreme reliance on orc leaders supported by the Waaaaagh Force Field.

After the death of their leader, the leaderless orcs, no matter how powerful, must immediately engage in infighting with other orcs until a new orc leader is elected.
But it's clear that the human empire won't give them that chance.

After the enemy lost their will to fight, the focus of the cleanup of these greenskins shifted to the spores left behind after their deaths.

After this battle, the Emperor did not directly designate the chosen general, but instead announced that a great victory celebration would be held in Ulano to honor the glory of Ulano and every victory in the Great Expeditions over the past two hundred years.

As for the location of the celebration, it was on their home planet, Ulanno.

This was an unprecedented celebration.

At the Emperor's command, the Mechanicus employed a massive terrain modeling engine, unlike anything they had ever used before. Together with countless Mechanicus priests and millions of mechs, they reshaped the world ravaged by orcish aliens.

They even leveled the entire continent and laid a huge, mirror-smooth granite path, 5 kilometers wide and 500 kilometers long, on it as a parade ground for their expedition.

At the end of this seemingly endless road, an incomparably magnificent palace (golden, of course!) stands at the absolute peak of everyone's view.

There, the Human Emperor, the Imperial Chancellor Magmacardo, the Commander of the Royal Guard Constantine Waldo, and the bureaucrats of the Terra War Council had already taken up residence, awaiting the official opening of this victory celebration.

As for the palace's security, it consisted of a squad of Imperial Guards and Silent Sisters, with two gilded warlord-level Titans guarding the main gate on either side.

Of course, the main force of the expedition would not be absent from this celebration—

The Astartes Legion and their Primarchs.

Primarchs from across the Empire who are currently on a galactic expedition have been arriving at Ulanor in recent days, eagerly awaiting the announcement of who will become the next Warmaster of the Empire.

Inside the Ulanno Palace.

"Just one bite. Please, really, just one bite! I promise I'll never do it again—"

"Motalian, you've been bothering our Second Company Commander for a long time," Fugrim said irritably, pulling away the Pale Lord who looked like an addict. "Although Aqua's cooking has a unique flavor, you've gone a bit too far."

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, the Primarchs lined up in front of the windows on the outer wall of the palace.

"It's been a long time since we've had such a carefree gathering."

"Or rather, it never has."

“But we can still enjoy this moment, can’t we, brothers and sisters?” Saint Gilles said in her gentle voice. “We have been separated from the world since birth, and this is one of the few times we can meet and rest.”

(Actually, it's because we can temporarily escape the Blood Angel's madness.)
"Perhaps we'll have that kind of time after the Great Expedition ends?"

Luo Jia's speech elicited several not-so-enthusiastic laughs from the crowd.

"Let's stop with the small talk."

Rogdorn stepped forward and interrupted, "What exactly does the Emperor want with us?"

Although today is not the day of the victory celebration, since the Emperor has chosen to summon them here, it must not be so simple.

General Zhan.

Soon, a phrase came to mind for everyone present.

But who can shoulder this heavy responsibility?

Each Primarch seems to have its own answer.

"children."

At that very moment, behind them, the Emperor's powerful voice rang out.

"During the two-hundred-year Great Expedition, you used your wisdom and glory to reclaim countless worlds for the human empire."

"The revival of humanity is just around the corner."

"And as I gather you here today, I also want to convey a message to you—after this, I will withdraw from the front lines of the Great Expedition."

"I will return to Holy Terra to continue my work."

Is the Emperor leaving the expedition to return to Terra?

The Primarchs erupted in a considerable commotion.

“But the Great Crusade needs someone who can coordinate the various Primarch Legions,” the Emperor paused for a moment, and after the discussion subsided, continued, “He will replace me as the leader of your next crusade.”

"To become—a war commander."

The Imperial War General on the Expedition.

Yes, but who can shoulder this heavy responsibility?
Horus Lupecal.

The emperor first called out the name of the first son to return.

At that moment, his eyes were filled with expectation and disbelief, but he met the other person's disappointed eyes.

"What we need is a leader who is united and dedicated to the great cause of humankind's expedition."

"Instead of fighting for temporary power."

The emperor's words were somewhat stern: "Children, you have disappointed me greatly."

Horus lowered his head sadly and aggrievedly, unable to refute the emperor's accusations.

“Philos Manus, you too.”

The steel hand also bowed its head and remained silent.

"Your contentious and quarrelsome behavior has disappointed me."

"Is the War Commander really so worth fighting for that you would abandon your brotherhood and fight each other to the death?"

The emperor paused for a moment, seemingly giving them time to reflect.

"Fortunately, among the Primarchs, there was one who, from the very beginning, did not care about honor and titles, but chose to use everything in his Legion to balance his brothers and sisters who were in a state of division."

"Forgrim, you did a great job."

what?
I.?

me?

Fugrim pointed at himself in disbelief.

“Yes, it’s you, Fugrim.”

"You have earned our respect with your selflessness, diligence and kindness, proving that you are the most suitable person for the position of war commander."

The emperor's tone softened considerably.

"Now, please come forward and receive our blessings."

Somewhat bewildered, Fugrim walked up to the Primarchs.

Phyllis: "Congratulations."

Despite her reluctance to admit it, it was thanks to Kasgar's help that she was not affected or parasitized by the evil creatures of the warp; and it was thanks to the assistance of Aqua Duna, the second company commander of the Imperial Children, that their Iron Hands were able to stand out in the high-intensity training.

Magnus: Congratulations.

With the help of Fugrim and Kasgar, the Thousand Sons successfully shed their flesh mutation.

Saint Gilles: "Congratulations."

Without Casca healing the thirst of the Holy Blood Angels, many more offspring of the Ninth Legion would have succumbed to this fate.

This is unacceptable to her.

Luo Jia: "Congratulations."

Without her and Kasgar finding the traitor within the Legion and helping him find such a useful assistant as Angortai, the future of the Word Bearers would be unimaginable.

Angron: "Congratulations."

Casca saved his life.

that's enough.

Mortalian: "Congratulations!!!"

He was craving Aqua's dinner tonight.

Peturabo: "."

He was not present.

Although the jokes that Fugrim and Kasgar had made on him before had gone a bit too far, to the point that he had a very bad impression of Fugrim.

However, since Peturabo voted against all Primarchs, it had no effect whatsoever.

"Thanks!!!"

With a tear glistening in her eye, Fugrim bowed deeply to the crowd.

Casgar: "."

He worked very hard during the Great Expedition.

The problem is, however, that he seems to be trying a little too hard.

Like a giant boomerang, Casca's two hundred years of hard work hit him right in the head.

As a result, the reputation of the Third Army Corps was raised to the highest level by him alone.

Because of his constant interactions with other Primarchs during his two-hundred-year Great Crusade, Vograim eventually became a trustworthy figure in the eyes of all Primarchs due to his affection for Vograim.

An overly capable husband.jpg
And so, three days later, the coronation ceremony and celebration of the Warmaster of Fugrim will officially begin.

"The Human Empire is doomed!!!"

(End of this chapter)