Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 19 Then, he closed his eyes (Part 1)

After the Surfa were completely wiped out in that battle, the scavengers, having lost their leader, could no longer pose any threat to the emerging fortified cities.

The biggest problem for Chemos' unification was thus solved unintentionally.

With the biggest problem eliminated, the planet was quickly reunited thanks to Fugrim's excellent diplomacy and governance.

Then, countless teams of engineers set out from Carax Fortress, revisiting and activating the most remote and inaccessible abandoned outposts, transforming them into fortress cities like Carax.

Then, they would dedicate their youth and even their entire lives to this.

As railways were gradually built, lush vegetation returned to the earth. Countless minerals were once again continuously transported into factories, while a steady stream of mechanical creations emerged from them.

So, the cycle repeats.

This traumatized mining planet is, as everyone expected, regaining its vitality.

Thirty years.

Thirty years have passed since the two met.

Pollutants that had stained the land were recycled, and vegetation was re-covering the barren surface; the marine ecosystem gradually improved, and the water cycle that had disappeared in Chemos for centuries was restored.

The frozen gene bank buried deep underground has been rediscovered, and birds and beasts have once again appeared on the land and in the sky of Chemos.

When the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when they are well-fed and clothed, they know honor and shame.

With ecological and material needs largely met, countless facilities in the humanities and arts fields have sprung up in the city, and education, healthcare, and creative endeavors have returned to their former golden age.

Humanity, and its great spirit, has once again been revealed on this land.

Thirty years.

From a weathered, dying planet to a paradise brimming with humanistic and artistic atmosphere.

It took them a total of thirty years.

Kasgar and Fugrim spent thirty wonderful years together on this planet, wearing the Centaur Gold Ring on their hands.

Logically speaking, given the high concentration of radiation pollution in Chemos, very few people would live past fifty.

Even if they were lucky enough to survive, the rate of aging would far exceed that of those on unpolluted planets.

But Casca is an exception.

Not only are they perfectly healthy and active, but their appearance has also remained largely unchanged.

Time seemed to stand still for him, leaving not a trace of aging.

Even Fugrim was curious about Kasgar's unchanging nature.

Using the medical resources and knowledge available on the Carax, she gave Casca a comprehensive diagnosis.

The result was even more surprising:

Nothing unusual.

Casca's various values ​​are all at the average level of a normal twenty-year-old human. No matter how many times they were measured, there was no change.

He remained forever twenty years old.

Just like Fugrim.

Although Casca remained unchanged, he knew that many things in the world were changing.

For example, the warp storm that once lingered over Chemos is gradually subsiding over time.

The time is almost here.

Kaska thought to himself.

The warp storm is about to dissipate, and the Emperor will soon arrive at Chemoth, at which time Fugrim will also return to the Empire.

All of this is within the expected plan.

But Kaska was never in the plan!
Who knew that he would actually become the mate of the progenitor?

At the time, he never imagined that the emperor would be his father-in-law!
Now, how should I introduce myself to the emperor?
"Hey, Old Deng! Is it safe for me to park my anti-gravity ghost fire motorcycle in front of your palace?"

If he really dares to.

Today will be an extraordinary day.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, several landing craft from outer space pierced through the atmosphere of Chemos and landed at the airport of Carax, the world's most prosperous city.

For the first time since the revival, extraterrestrial visitors came to Chemos.

Their surfaces were riddled with bullet holes and battle marks, but no matter the shape of these landing craft, the golden double-headed eagle in front of them still shone brightly.

"Wait... I... I remember something."

Fugrim, who was standing guard beside Kasgar, suddenly bent down slightly and covered his forehead with one hand.

"Put down your weapons and make way. They are not our enemies."

She commanded.

Is it coming?

Kasgar, following behind Fugrim, was filled with trepidation about the person who was about to arrive.

He seemed to understand the literal meaning of the ancient Terran proverb, "The ugly daughter-in-law will eventually meet her in-laws."

Shine——

As Fugrim ordered them to disperse, the hatches of several landing craft around them opened with a muffled thud.

Dozens of imperial guards clad in porcelain-gold armor filed out quickly, their steps orderly, their ranks neat and orderly, their movements practiced and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Their armor and weapons were excellent and advanced, and their military flags and decorations were magnificent and beautiful.

Like stars surrounding the moon, they stood in neat rows in front of the largest and most magnificent landing craft at the very center, waiting for their turn.

Casca knew that this was most likely the Emperor's vehicle.

The emperor is among them!
At this moment, the hatch at the very center slowly opened.

A blinding flash of light instantly robbed Casca of his vision.

Wow!
It's so bright!
When he opened his eyes again, an incredibly dazzling object immediately came into view; it was exactly what Casca had been waiting for—

Uh... bald?

The first person to disembark from the airship was a tall, honest-looking man.

He was nearly four meters tall, wearing pearl-white power armor. He looked around at the environment and personnel configuration near the landing site, then nodded slightly, as if to indicate his approval of the location.

This person must be Horus. The first Primarch to return (claiming to be so), the leader of the Sixteenth Legion, the Shadowmoon Wolves, the Wolf God—Horus Lupecal.

He is strong.

Casca believed his deduction was correct.

If you don't get Black Fury.

Fortunately.

He's a man, and he looks very Horus-like.

Upon seeing that the other person still had the familiar appearance and gender from his memory, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

What if Horus, like Fulgrim, were turned into a woman (but still bald!)?
He might as well just give himself a blast of fire on his forehead.

"Hey bro! Looks like our other sister is also a master architect."

Following Horus was a somewhat disheveled blond giant, about the same height as Horus, wearing gray-blue power armor, whose laughter was like a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

He approached Horus, looking around without any airs, and excitedly patted the other on the shoulder.

"Russ, we represent the Empire."

"Mind your image."

Although the other party didn't seem willing to get too close to him.

The Sixth Legion's Primarch, Lord of Winter and War, Wolf King, Lemanrus.

He is also very strong.

Not only is it very strong, but it also has the largest subspace stomach in the entire universe.

They can eat and drink a lot.

This time, it's for real.

Casca refocused his attention and stared intently at the landing craft.

Following them, the last member of the landing craft slowly set foot on the surface of Chemos.

It was a giant clad in gleaming golden armor.

It is taller, stronger, more beautiful, and more magnificent than the previous two prototypes.

A feeling of heartfelt worship immediately arose in the hearts of all the Chemos in the square.

But somehow, whenever Casca tried to see his face clearly, a fog would always obscure it, making it impossible to see clearly.

Human Emperor.

The name finally came to mind in Casca's mind.

That's the only name that comes to mind.

"Father."

Fugrim stepped forward and called out softly.

He nodded.

"Welcome back, my child."

"I am very pleased with your success on this planet."

They seemed to be having a good time chatting.

After all, transforming Chemos from a derelict mining planet into a paradise without external assistance is no easy feat.

Her ability to become the leader of the planet and achieve this level of accomplishment speaks volumes about her combat prowess and governance skills.

In particular, the pervasive humanistic atmosphere and art on Chemos, coupled with its clean and honest political system that is almost entirely controlled by ordinary people, make Chemos truly remarkable.
This can be said to be the best way of governance that emperors sought.

Only Guilliman, who was discovered in the future, can be compared to him.

As a lost Primarch, Fugrim's governance skills and political acumen far surpassed those of her previous brothers.

The emperor greatly admired this daughter.

Seeing this, Casca, who was hiding among the police guards, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

so far so good!

The Primarch and the Emperor were having a great time chatting, and no one cared about him, a mere mortal!
He can get away with it!
Unless Fugrim specifically mentions it, no one would guess that she is actually married!
Of course, this is on the premise that she doesn't specifically mention it.

This was quite difficult for her, a person with a strong desire to perform.

"Thank you for your appreciation. But such an achievement is not solely due to my efforts."

"here!"

"Please allow me to introduce my husband to you—"

The uneasy Kasgar suddenly felt a tremendous force pull him out of the crowd and push him in front of Fugrim.

do not!
do not!
Don't!!!
Sister! Stop! Stop!

Casca struggled desperately.

But this resistance is no different from flirting in the face of the power of a Primarch.

He was pushed forward by Fugrim with a smile, to receive the gazes of everyone.

He felt the world suddenly become still.

He sensed the questioning gazes of the imperial guards with their golden corn-shaped heads.

He felt Horus's furrowed brow and scrutinizing gaze, and Horus's O-shaped smile, which was full of surprise and amusement.

As for the human emperor before him, whose facial expression was obscured.
He can't feel anything.

"Hello?"

He greeted her with a trembling smile.

He was there.

When someone asks about the time when Fugrim proudly introduces his spouse to the Emperor and his family, Kasgar will grit his teeth and tell that person: He was there.

Then?

Then, he closed his eyes.

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(End of this chapter)