Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 22 Then, he closed his eyes (Part 4)
"Great!"

Yulia cheered excitedly, raising her arms and shouting, completely lacking the demeanor expected of a Third Legion Space Marine.

Sykes stared at the other person, thinking to himself.

He now understood why he always had a strange sense of déjà vu when looking at the original.

Yulia's personality seems to be very similar to that of Fugrim.

They were all extremely noisy guys.

But it's been a long time since I've had any rest.
It's not that he dislikes it.

"Men of the Third Legion, please follow me."

A very young and handsome man slowly walked out from beside Fugrim and smiled at the crowd.

"Look! Look! It's him!"

Yulia, who was following behind him, suddenly stepped forward and slapped him on the shoulder. "It's him! Our Primarch's husband!"

"It seems...it seems to be called Casca!"

So young?

At his age, he could easily undergo genetic modification to become a Space Marine, and he's actually Fugrim's husband?

Fugrim even argued with the Emperor over him?

The good news is that he is still alive.

This shows that despite the argument, the benevolent emperor ultimately did nothing to harm him.

Then look at their height difference.
Thinking of this, Sykes's expression became somewhat strange.

The Third Legion consists entirely of the Primarch's offspring. Since the Primarch is already married, shouldn't they call him that?
Father?

Of course, it's impossible for it to actually be called.

Silently following Casca onto the specially designed low-altitude transport boat, Sykes sat in the carriage looking out at the bustling scene outside the window.

Lush greenery adorns this bustling steel city of Carax, where vehicles come and go in a constant stream. The steel-supported buildings each have their own unique characteristics, yet they do not disrupt the overall harmony.

Chemos is truly a beautiful and bountiful planet.

As a former member of the Emperor's guard, he also accompanied the Emperor to several beautiful human pocket empires.

But it's rare to see a place develop as peacefully and harmoniously as Chemos.

Especially considering that this planet was a barren wasteland thirty years ago.

Shortly after disembarking from the airship, Fugrim disappeared.

It was Casca who led everyone to an extremely magnificent theater hall.

The marble columns and walls are intricately and beautifully carved, with countless paintings by famous artists hanging on the walls, and the lighting facilities are complete.

It seems they even booked the entire venue for them.

"This is... this is a program that Fugrim specifically requested."

Kasga read this passage with particular clenched teeth.

"Now, please take your seats and enjoy her solo performance:"

"The Thirty-Year-Old Chemos Centaur Gold Ring"

".Vogrim!"

"You! Will always be mine—the Centaur!"

"No matter where you go in the future, I will always be by your side!!"

【End】

Snap, snap, snap.

After the performance, Sykes stood up and applauded.

The play was performed very well, showcasing the Primarch and Kasgar's thirty-year emotional journey on Chemos.

The performance was superb, the script was brilliant, and the show was magnificent.

The actors also performed with great passion.

amount.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that the actors were a bit too passionate.

On stage, Fugrim alone conveyed the grandeur of a thousand troops.

It was practically crawling around on the ground while shouting.

Such a genuine and heartfelt performance made Sykes feel an urge to pierce his terracotta boots with his toes.

He only felt relieved when he saw Casca, who was holding his forehead and dared not lift it.

Bro, I get it.

"woooooo"

"Seriously! This is so touching!"

"A masterpiece, this is a masterpiece!"

Then, Sykes, who had stood up, saw Yulia sobbing frantically inside her helmet.

What kind of reaction is this?
As a soldier of the Third Legion, a Space Marine who has undergone multiple transformations, how can he be preoccupied with trivial matters of love and affection?

"What's wrong!"

"Sydskul! Don't you have anyone you like?!"

".No."

Ok.

Not at all.

After being immersed in the performance by the Primarch himself, the members of the Third Legion, unwilling to linger for even a moment longer, lowered their heads and quickly led the group away from the theater.

Although it was indeed somewhat laughable, Sykes still felt a long-lost joy.

It's like finding a bit of fun in the previously meaningless, mechanical life.

He hadn't been this happy in a long time.

Especially after he was unable to even take on the duties of the honor guard.

Sykes remembers it all; it happened after the last batch of genetic seeds was burned.

Not long after that, he fell ill.

Many in the Third Legion are ill, especially the survivors of the battle against the Lunar Gene Cult.

The investigation revealed that the opposing side used a genetic weapon virus that could contaminate the genetic sequences of Space Marines.

Similar to a progressive cancer, the patient's organs will gradually fail and become covered with tumors, until the body withers and rots, leading to death.

Even the genetically modified seeds that patients have come into contact with can become infected and cause disease.

"Fusarium wilt," is what pharmacists call it.

This became a nightmare for their Third Legion.

Even the legion's genius pharmacists are still helpless against this virus rooted in the genetic level.

Although a series of preventative measures were subsequently implemented to successfully contain the spread of the virus, there is currently no effective treatment for patients already suffering from wilt disease.

In other words, all we can do is watch them wither and die little by little.

Are we going to die?

"Melushin?"

The spider-like apothecary turned her head, and for the first time, Sykes saw a trace of pity in her cold eyes.

"No, it will only get worse."

"We will suffer a fate worse than death."

They visited many places on Chemos.

The bustling streets of Carax, the amazing street performances, and the local food street.

They tried them all.

They are experiencing Chemos, and the people of Chemos are experiencing them in return.

The locals were exceptionally enthusiastic and curious about these purple cans from outer space, asking them interesting stories about their origins from beyond the stars.

Some of the bolder children even dared to go up and touch their terracotta armor.

Sykes felt somewhat lost.

Normally, when the Space Marines encountered civilians, they would flee quickly, filled with fear and unease.

Even under the strict discipline of the Third Army Corps, it was the same.

Sykes was not surprised by this.

They are symbols of war, signs of conflict, and the vanguard of the emperor's army.

It has never been something that brings joy to people.

However, Sykes does not dislike anyone who is willing to get close to her.

But that will have to wait until I can shed my identity as a war machine.

Perhaps we should wait until the Great Expedition ends.

Perhaps, in time, he will come to this bustling yet peaceful city and spend the rest of his life in tranquility.

"Pfft, what am I even thinking?"

Sykes chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"This is the place where Chemos's heroes reside."

The road surface is smooth and clean, paved with white marble bricks, and the trees planted all over the mountains are neat and uniform.

A tranquil and harmonious manor.

I've seen many of these green-landed saxos before, but they usually belong to nobles on various planets.

And here, in front of each tree, a marble tombstone stands quietly.

Originally, this was just a barren mountain in the desert.

Today, the ownership of this beautiful land does not belong to any nobleman, but to every hero who dedicated himself to Chemos and transformed the wasteland into paradise.

Countless heroes who sacrificed themselves for a better tomorrow for Chemos are buried here.

"Chemos, the Chemos of the Chemos people."

Such brilliant achievements are due to the collective efforts of every Chemos, not the work of the Primarch alone.

This is what Fugrim said while standing at the entrance.

As heroes, they will naturally enjoy the most peaceful tranquility on Chemos.

Forever.

The birdsong is melodious. Before each tree, a name is engraved; before each tree, a story is told.

A long-lost sense of peace filled Sykes' heart.

"I really like it here."

And you, Sexton?

Yulia stood in front of the small hill, gazing at the endless green mountains below.

She raised her head and said.

"I"

Sykes looked around as if he were looking at his own home.

"I also think it's a good fit."

A fulfilling day.

In the newly established city of Chemos, the Third Army enjoyed a long-awaited day off.

But the sky never changed.

The light from Chemos comes from two stars that are extremely far apart.

Even though it was late, the eternal twilight still enveloped the earth, unchanged.

But people need rest eventually.

At this moment, most of the Kalashnikovs have returned home, while some have begun a new "night" life.

Carax remained as bustling as ever, but their day of exploring Chemos was drawing to a close.

Only one attraction remained, waiting for them to visit.

That's the sea.

From the sea of ​​Chemos.

(End of this chapter)