Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 178 War Commander! The ship to the Interles Federation is ready!
That was countless years ago, when humanity was still in a primitive and ignorant age.

After being scattered across the world in search of prey, humans made a great leap forward.

For the first time, their slash-and-burn agriculture yielded a surplus.

Not only is it more than enough to feed everyone in the tribe, but if they continue to plant in the same way in the future, they will never have to worry about food again!

Just as when they first discovered the existence of fire, humans excitedly scooped up the surplus grain.

This is a wide river valley area, with everything you need, from water sources to fertile soil that can grow large-grained food.

In the future, they will live a peaceful life forever, no longer needing to worry about not having enough to eat.

The tribe's inhabitants began to cheer.

From then on, humans could live carefree and without worry, and they would have nothing to worry about!

They will never feel hungry again!
But things are not as simple as everyone imagines.

Just as they were about to obtain eternal sustenance, one of the tribe members stabbed another with a sharpened stone.

murder.

It wasn't for reasons of survival, but simply for personal gain; the selfish desire to possess everything drove him to wield crude fishing and hunting tools against his fellow countrymen.

The ultimate victor enjoyed it all, from the fertile soil of the valley to the surplus grain that no one in the tribe dared to compete with him for.

All material possessions belong to the victors in human hunting.

After becoming the king of beasts, humans turned to hunting each other for the first time.

Thus, the human demon [Draconion] came into being.

This is not the first time it has happened, nor will it be the last; rather, it is a recurring cycle of countless similar tragedies.

Everything in the future will forever be subject to the disputes and suspicions over excess "real-world sustenance," and the faith and belief in a greater "spiritual sustenance."

Perhaps it was out of fear that the other party would strike first, or perhaps it was because they were confident that they could destroy the other party.

Since then, humanity has never been free from endless conflict.

From the ancient Stone Age to the moment when mankind set foot among the stars of the Milky Way.

Stones, bronze, iron spears, crossbows, muskets, cannons, machine guns, ice axes, nuclear bombs, and whirlwind torpedoes.

Even when people know that there is no right or wrong between them, they will still try every possible means to ensure the destruction of the other party, rather than their own.

The struggle that arises from this will never end from the moment humanity finally perishes.

【Draconion】, the demonic sword that could swear the end of humanity.

It is both the ancient echo of the first murder and the harbinger of humanity's self-destruction.

Only the future Great Guardian, the Hundred-Victorious General, the Great Imperial Warmaster Ezekiel Abaddon, can restrain its power at the cost of his own life as the seal.

As for now
Humanity will continue to shed blood across the countryside in their struggles.

Bang!

A violent tremor, accompanied by a noticeable shaking, occurred in all the cabins of the Emperor's Pride.

The scenes that kept appearing and disappearing in Kaska's mind, so real that they were like a lucid dream, completely vanished at this moment, turning into the golden cabin inside the Emperor's Pride.

"It's finally over."

Emerging from the perspective of those frenzied primitives engaged in battle, Casgar felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Warp warp is always unpleasant, especially after you've done it many times.

In Kasgar's perception, the illusions gradually become more and more real, even similar to Koz's situation, as if he himself has no way to dispel them.

—Or perhaps it's because he simply hasn't had enough rest these past few days.

After Fugrim became the Warmaster, Kasgar, after a considerable period of contemplation, began to eliminate all the potential pitfalls that the Warmaster might encounter in the future.

First, all the chaotic influences must be expelled!
To avoid the impending major rebellion, we must first eliminate as many possible chaotic influences as possible.

This operation was Casca's first objective—

The Federation of Kings, Interles.

This is a human federation with almost the best government in the Warhammer universe—its inhabitants not only know of the existence of Chaos, but also unanimously choose to stand up against it.

They united as one, working together to fight against the invasion of the chaotic forces.

This is far superior to that big, golden guy who only knew how to hide his encounter with a warp demon, which ultimately led to everything exploding.

After the initial contact, the Human Empire is about to establish relations with the Federation of Kings, and the other side is not in a completely delusional state.

If a formal diplomatic alliance had been established, and with sufficient knowledge of the warp, neither Horus nor Abaddon would have fallen into the trap of Chaos and sent the comatose Warmaster to some unknown temple of Devon for even more unknown treatment.

Unfortunately, all that is good will not happen.

Just as the two sides were about to establish formal diplomatic relations, a person named Eribas was born and stole the Chaos Artifact [Nemesis Blade], which was under strict guard by the Interles Federation.

After discovering the theft of the artifact, the Interles Federation believed that the human empire had been corrupted by chaos and decided to engage in a decisive battle with Horus, who had become a warmaster.

Under the overwhelming firepower of the War General and the crushing combat strength of Astartes, Interles quickly entered the abyss of destruction.

Old Huang, look at the soldiers you've led!
As for the stolen Chaos Artifact, the Nemesis Blade, which was later used by Governor Dai Wenxing to stab the War General, it played a decisive role in the outbreak of the Great Rebellion.

Horus getting stabbed doesn't seem to have much of an impact, since he's already started wearing the Centaur Gold Ring all the time.

The problem is that the current Imperial Warmaster is Fugrim.

This is why, several years earlier in the original timeline, when the title of Warmaster ultimately fell to Fulgrim, Kasgar had been commissioning Yrel, the leader of the Eldar pirate fleet, to travel throughout the universe to investigate the [Interles Federation], also known as the Federation of Kings.

Kasgar must seize the Nemesis Blade before everyone else, so that these two Chaos artifacts that can threaten Warmaster Fugrim's personal safety can be completely destroyed!

Kasgar will not allow even the slightest deviation from that future where chaos has been eliminated.

He must purify this dagger to determine its ultimate fate.

(The other item is a stabbing sword)
As for now, I feel the shockwave from the warp jump I just made out of the subspace.
Clearly, they have arrived in this mysterious Interles Federation.

The Road to Triumph.

Walking along this path, the painting of the Emperor's Crown, depicting the coronation of the Emperor, is located on the left side of the Triumph Road, on the far right of the Imperial Sons' Legion's monuments of glory, signifying the latest honor the Emperor's Sons have achieved on the Triumph Road.

However, even after nearly two hundred years of fighting in the Great Expedition, these symbols of honor did not even account for one-tenth of the entire road to victory.

Many more places await Fugrim, the Warmaster, to conquer, and many more worlds will be saved by the Emperor's Son.

As the Great Expedition unfolds, everyone is filled with boundless hope for the future.

Even Casca.

He walked onto the main bridge located at the bow of the Imperial Pride.

"Helmsman, Navigator, report our current situation."

After sorting through his thoughts, Casca shouted as he awoke from a hazy dream.

After becoming Warmaster, Fugrim had an exceptionally large number of Imperial affairs to handle, so it was Kasgar who decided to take over the responsibilities of the Legion's affairs so that she could have more time and energy to rest.

"Yes, a slight tremor occurred during the completion of the subspace warp. Currently, several ships in the fleet have sustained minor damage, and about a dozen crew members are experiencing severe hallucinations and subspace hallucinations."

This is an unavoidable situation in subspace travel—no matter how smooth the journey is, or how turbulent the subspace storms the navigator's skills may have avoided.
However, when it eventually escapes subspace, some degree of erosion will inevitably occur.

Perhaps the Primarch and Astartes themselves have a certain amount of warp power, so there's not too much to worry about, but the mortal crew members are in a much worse situation.

This spiritual and spiritual invasion and fusion with the warp was so powerful that even Kasgar could not restore it to its original state.

We can only hope that old man Huang, who's holed up at home fixing the internet, will hurry up.

"Treat them the same way. Take those crew members to the pharmacist for treatment, and—"

Before Casca could even finish his question, the alarms on the entire Imperial Pride suddenly went off.

"Behind us! Something is following us as we warp out of the warp."

The Imperial Fleet, positioned ahead of Mandeville, was on high alert: what could be warping through the warp without any prior notice?!
"All crew members of the 28th Expeditionary Fleet, please be on alert."

"Prepare for battle!"

As the alarms blared across the ships of the expeditionary fleet, their cannons turned to point at the still-open breach behind them.

Appeared!
Something is coming out of it!
That is
"Bro, I'm out!"

Kasgar heard the other party's excited psionic communication through his ear.

As if showing off his psionic power, he sent a psionic communication to his own prepared self while still unstable during the warp.

It was a crimson Queen Glorious-class battleship adorned with scarab beetle patterns.

【Radiant Light】

Casgar: "."

Judging from the level of their psionic energy usage, it's clear who's been secretly following them.

Why are you following me, Magnus, whom I absolutely must keep?
Casca had wanted to ask that question all along.

To be even more direct, order the expeditionary fleet to open fire immediately.

"Your Excellency Crimson King, why do you choose to follow our flagship and join our Great Expedition?"

However, his good manners prevented him from directly criticizing Magnus.

Magnus!

We need to quickly find a way to get rid of this guy.

The key point here is that we absolutely cannot tolerate the existence of such people who are more trouble than they are worth!

We are currently at a crucial moment in diplomatic negotiations with the Interles Federation, and Casca is genuinely worried about letting this guy go along.

Because the Thousand Sons Legion had difficulty expanding its numbers, Magnus's tasks on the expedition were not heavy.

As a backup toilet plunger for the Golden Throne, the Emperor practically condoned Magnus's slacking off.

He's just a street urchin.

The fact that this legion, which spends its days searching for new knowledge throughout the galaxy, followed them to the Interles system without a word suggests that their purpose may be far more complex than Casca imagined.

"I am here."

How did Magnus catch up?

It's actually quite simple.

After Casca demonstrated the power of the powerful centaur spirits to Magnus in Prospero, Magnus gradually began to study this warp creature with its unique power.

It seems that creation can be continuously generated through people's faith, eventually forming a powerful spiritual entity in the spiritual world of the highest heaven.

After a period of repeated invocations and trials—actually not many, though the entity initially opposed Magnus's claims—he finally succeeded in summoning the spirit of the Imperial Twin-Headed Eagle in the real world!
【Gah! I am the spirit of the Empire's double-headed eagle!】

It was truly a highly effective subspace experiment.

Magnus exclaimed.

In their subsequent interactions, he also sensed the power of this Imperial Two-Headed Eagle Spirit—not only did the other party possess powerful spiritual energy and the ability to use magic that even Magnus himself did not understand, but it could also foresee the future and point him to the right path!

The Imperial Twin-Headed Eagle Spirit is too powerful!

If his father were to see that he had created such a powerful Guardian Spirit for the Empire using the power of the warp, he would surely be delighted and praise Magnus's pioneering spirit!
Unfortunately, this matter could not be revealed to the Emperor.

The spirit of the two-headed eagle had communicated this to him, but seemed to have always wanted the Emperor and others to know of his existence.

Even now, it's the same.

Guided by the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle, his ship quickly caught up with the Imperial Pride in the warp.

According to the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle, the Human Federation to which the Sons of the Emperor are about to go possesses the knowledge that Magnus has been longing for, and he should go with them.

Of course, don't reveal that the spirit of the Imperial Twin-Headed Eagle guided you here. "It's the spirit of the centaur."

Magnus chuckled and said, “The great golden centaur spirit that shines in the warp guided me here to join you on the Great Crusade.”

The spirit of the centaur?
Casca was somewhat skeptical.

Do you want the Centaur Gold Ring too? Do you play this game with your foster father, Amon?
Kasga felt a bit amused by his own anger.

But in truth, he really couldn't find a good way to refuse Magnus.

Both the Thousand Sons Legion and the Imperial Sons Legion are designed with diplomacy as their primary focus.

Their psychic knowledge can indeed help negotiations proceed more smoothly.

Of course, this is just the normal situation.

Once Magnus, that idiot, appears, everything will head towards the worst possible outcome—that's Magnus's Law.

"Don't worry, brother."

“I assure you, I have come here only to this Federation, which has been isolated from the human world for countless years, to collect the knowledge that has been lost for so long.”

Magnus was sincere in his communication.

It's hard to refuse.
Especially since Kasga is not currently the War Master, but only acting as War Master.

"What happened, Casca?"

Finally, after waiting for what should not have been a long time, Fugrim's voice rang out in the hall of the Imperial Pride.

After becoming the Imperial War Commander, she, being a perfectionist, always wanted to do everything perfectly, which caused her to forget about sleep for a long time.

Or perhaps Kassa used some means to force Fugrim to sleep and rest, and then dealt with the affairs of the Legion during this time before waiting for her to wake up.

She seemed to have slept for a long time.

Of course, it could also be because makeup takes longer.

Kasgar turned around and saw Fugrim, who looked like a goddess of beauty descending to earth, smiling as she walked towards Kasgar.

Her already magnificent power armor underwent further improvements after she was promoted to Warmaster, thanks to the combined efforts of the Primarch blacksmiths. This made the armor even more elegant and luxurious, perfectly suited to her current status as Warmaster.

Coupled with her beautiful, star-like silver-white hair, her queen-like aura made Casca momentarily stunned.

"You came."

Kasgar reluctantly told Fugrim the whole story about Magnus's intention to get involved.

"What do you think?"

“I also find this matter a bit strange, but we have no reason to refuse him.”

"Forgrim whispered to Kasgar," he said.

It's quite plausible that the spirit of the centaur appeared and guided Magnus to follow them.

Because the Interles Federation itself is located in the constellation Centaurus.

Centaurs are looking for centaurs.

reasonable.

"Moreover, I am now the Imperial Warmaster, and I must take care of every Primarch in the Great Expeditionary Force."

As a war commander, she and her legion must become the absolute role models in the Great Expedition.

She couldn't afford to give the impression of disunity or excluding other Primarchs.

"Ok."

Seeing that Fugrim was determined, Kasgar couldn't very well object.

Although he was filled with unease, he could only believe that Magnus would not cause any trouble.

"I will keep an eye on him."

"Haha, bro! It's been so long!!!"

After agreeing to the joint reorganization of the expeditionary fleet, Magnus quickly arrived at the Imperial Pride in a shuttle.

After he opened the large shuttle cabin door specially made for the Crimson King, two ornately decorated Thousand Sons Space Marines followed him down.

If I'm not mistaken, they are Amon and Ahriman, Magnus's right-hand men.

He bent down and excitedly hugged Casca, saying this.

Thankfully, he wasn't wearing his armor, otherwise Kasgar would have really been pierced through two holes.

"Didn't we just meet on Ulano not long ago, Crimson King?"

"Hey, that wasn't really a formal meeting back then, my friend."

The Thousand Sons Legion is now able to reach a scale of over 100,000 people, all thanks to Casca's consistent assistance.

Magnus always felt grateful to Casca for rescuing the Thousand Sons from their predicament.

On the other hand, whether Casca wants Magnus's gratitude is another matter entirely.

"And Fugrim, oh, Your Majesty the Great Warmaster, how have you been?"

"It's not good enough. The honor and power of the War General require me to be more perfect. I've tried many things, but I've never been able to achieve the effect I want."

"Maybe you're just being too hard on yourself, sister."

Magnus was still lively, with a touch of narcissism.

If he hadn't messed everything up, Casca might have actually let her guard down and become his friend.

But now? No way!

"report!"

As the Primarchs exchanged pleasantries, an urgent report came from behind Kasgar: "Our communications with the Interles Federation have been received. They are also surprised that humanity has been able to reunite into a great empire."

"After receiving the communication, the other party is willing to come to our flagship to conduct peace negotiations and discuss the diplomatic details between the Interles Federation and the Human Empire."

"Interles!"

Magnus laughed heartily upon seeing this: "A civilization that has been lost in the universe for so many years, yet still developed to such an advanced level!"

"Just think about it, brothers and sisters, how many books and knowledge are waiting for us to discover?"

"And clearly, what you need is a knowledgeable diplomatic expert—"

He confidently bowed to Fugrim and Kasgar.

Actually, it's not necessary.

Fugrim is an expert in negotiation and diplomacy; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to reclaim so many worlds so decisively since the time of Chemos.

During the two-hundred-year Great Expedition, Casca distilled only one code of conduct for Magnus.

Doing the opposite of what he says is always the right thing to do.

The emperor's son will conduct diplomatic negotiations first, while Magnus tells him to wait in his flagship for the time being.

It wouldn't be too late to engage in deeper exchanges on combating Chaos once an agreement is reached between the two sides and mutual trust is established between the Human Empire and the Interles Federation.

The best course of action now is to secretly hide Magnus.

If this guy gets really bored, find him some lost books from Interles to read and let him play by himself.

This was the only solution Casca had for dealing with Magnus.

"Hopefully this will actually work."

Kaska prayed helplessly in his heart.

The first meeting between the Human Empire and the Interles Federation was formal and cautious.

The envoys from Interles boarded the Imperial Pride, escorted by musicians and soldiers.

The Interles Federation often brings background music into the venue, which is hard for people to get used to.

Sometimes they are deafening, echoing through the sky. Other times they are just quiet whispers, emitting a faint, trembling sound that lingers in the air like a lingering melody.

The Interles Federation calls it an aria, which is their basic means of communication.

Immediately afterwards, fifty soldiers, led by officers, disembarked from the space shuttle.

Their height rivaled that of the Astartes, and they were clad entirely in gleaming silver and emerald green metallic armor, with scarlet camouflage rank insignia pinned to their chests. The armor itself was meticulously designed, as ornate and beautiful as that of an emperor's son, clinging tightly to the warriors' bodies.

But it's not as heavy as the armor of Astartes.

This beautiful, delicate armor reminded Kasgar of the Eldar's equipment.

Following these slender soldiers were some more robust, heavily armored cavalry.

There were twenty of them in total.

He carried a recurve bow made of black metal on his back, and a bundle of long firewood and arrows was tied to his right leg.

As an interstellar civilization, their weapons were the most basic bows and arrows, which inevitably attracted the attention and whispers of the emperor's sons.

(To be honest, you guys who just slash each other with swords aren't much better off, are you?)
Beside the procession were five slender, silver, four-legged mechanical creatures, decorated with intricate and elegant patterns, resembling ancient Terran horses, only without heads and necks.

Mechanical horse mount.

When Casca thought of the Federation above the mysterious Centaur constellation, he couldn't help but recall the mysterious golden centaur who had often saved him from trouble.

Then I recalled Magnus's words, that the spirits of the centaurs had guided them to this place.
Could there really be some connection between them?

As Federation personnel gradually arrived at Imperial Pride aboard space shuttles, one of the flagship's boarding decks was already prepared for the formal meeting.

Countless bright and beautiful imperial flags hung from the magnificent vault designed by Fugrim himself, and the entire First Company, fully armed, formed an honor guard and lined up neatly on both sides to welcome the Federation's envoys.

At the end of the neatly arranged honor guard, Fugrim and Kasgar beside her waited.

Facing the Federation envoys who were striding forward, Fugrim raised the Warmaster's cloak behind him and gave a Skyhawk salute.

"On behalf of the beloved King of Mankind, and in the name of the Terra Empire, I extend my greetings to your esteemed nation."

"On behalf of the people of the Federation of Kings, I accept your greetings and express my gratitude."

Although many years have passed, the language used by the two sides to communicate seems to have remained largely unchanged, except for some variations in syllables.

"Excuse my intrusion," the messenger said, "are you from Terra?"

"That's exactly right."

"Ancient Terra, the planet known as Earth?"

“Exactly,” Fugrim said with a smile, his eyes radiating confidence.

“We sail among the stars,” she continued, “in search of loved ones lost long ago.”

The Radiant Light Ship.

Somewhat anxiously, Magnus flipped through one book after another that he already knew by heart in his study on his flagship.

At this moment, on the Imperial Pride, the Human Empire and the Federation of Kings are conducting diplomatic negotiations.

Magnus wanted to help the new Warmaster Vograim, but it seemed their areas of advantage overlapped somewhat—the other was also a diplomatically specialized Space Marine legion.

Is there anything else they can do to help each other?

The well-meaning Magnus is once again preparing to do something bad with good intentions.

"Has our Imperial Two-Headed Eagle Spirit given us any instructions?"

(End of this chapter)