Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 247 Every expedition is a victory!

That was in the early days of the Great Crusade, when Kasgar and Fugrim were trapped on Holy Terra due to the small number of the Princes of the Empire, waiting for the Geneseed to be cultivated.

During this time, besides visiting the shipyards on Jupiter to discuss the construction of the Legion's future flagship, the Imperial Pride, if she has free time, she will also take the shuttle back to Holy Terra to meet with Kasgar.

"It just so happens that Phyllis has gone on a great expedition, so this foundry is now ours!"

Previously, the steel foundry at the foot of the Ugal Mountains had been a collaboration between the Steel Hand and Philus, but this time, the two of them could truly use this large foundry at their own discretion.

"Forgrim, you're back!"

"I've been studying with the mechanical priest at the foundry lately. What are you here to have made?"

The Ugal Foundry boasts the most complete and abundant mineral reserves in all of Terra, as well as forging equipment remnants from the Dark Ages.

The [Severing Blade] and [Forgebreaker] crafted by Fugrim and the [Fireblade] crafted by Phyllis were all forged in the forge of this Ugal Foundry.

Fugrim's arrival at the Ugal Foundry must be to forge some parts or large devices for the Legion's flagship.

Especially now that she is considering making the legion's flagship a rare, fully-crafted masterpiece.

"Forging new equipment?"

Fugrim replied to Kasgar with a smile.

"No rush, no rush."

The Jupiter Foundry also has suitable anvils and ore, so Fugrim wouldn't go to Ugal specifically for that if he needed it.

Her purpose in coming here was simply to come down and keep Casca company.

Kasgar sensed that the other person had approached him at an incredibly fast speed, so fast that he couldn't even see it.
"Perfect, let me teach you how to forge."

"According to records within the Imperium of Man regarding the Great Crusade, as the Primarch of the Legion, I will likely need to handle all affairs of the Legion in the future. If we do indeed embark on the Great Crusade, we may not have much time left to be together like this."

"So, we shouldn't be thinking about expeditionary machinery or drudgery like studying right now, but should instead have a good game."

play games?
Is this something only a child would do?
Given that neither Fugrim nor Kasgar's appearance and body would change over time, Kasgar had no idea how old he was.

"Our mission is simple—to hide in this foundry as much as possible before those mechanical priests discover we're missing!"

Fugrim took Kasgar's hand and led him toward the numerous forks and entrances behind the forge.

Amidst the tireless clanging and banging of the steel forging furnace,
"Actually, you yourself are feeling a bit frustrated, aren't you?"

Following behind Fugrim, Kasgar said with a hint of helplessness.

Others may not know what Fugrim is thinking, but how could Kasgar not know!
"Okay, it's up to you."

But in the end, looking at the enthusiastic Fugrim, he could only smile helplessly.

The graceful figure moving back and forth among these heavy, enormous machines made him momentarily forget the passage of time.

"Let's slow things down a bit during this period."

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

"Waaaaah, I think I'm stuck here! Cassius, hurry up and come save me!"

Now, at the end of the fortieth millennium.

Inside Peturabo's steel bastion.

As the foundry world of the Mechanicus, this place is built with the STC standard template. Although it has been modified somewhat due to Peturabo's intervention, its essence is roughly the same as the Ugal Foundry from ten thousand years ago.

The equally cold machinery inside the steel bastion continues to work tirelessly.

The lively and charming Forgrim was no longer by his side; in its place was this nonsensical fellow who called himself Forgrim.

As she spoke, she wiggled her enormous, fat snake tail, as if extending some strange invitation to Casca.

Casgar: "."

I'll just kick it when I add Cassius!

"Ow!"

"What are you calling me? You don't even have a physical form, you're just a virtual projection from subspace!"

"If they continue to do these nonsensical things that tarnish Fugrim's image..."

Tsk.

Kaska was about to say something harsh to this guy, but it seemed that ever since her psionic flames became ineffective against him, she had become somewhat lawless.

"Don't be like that, Casgar."

"So rough~ hehe, but I still like it."

"."

Kasgar was truly helpless against the piercing sword that had transformed into a form resembling Slaanesh.

The psionic flames couldn't reach it, and the opponent didn't have a true physical form.

The key point is that Kasgar still needs to rely on the clues she provides to find Fugrim—in any case, Kasgar has no way to threaten the sword in the slightest.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry."

"Even when she's angry, she's still so cute~ Hehehehehehehe."

Casgar: "."

This must be a dream, right?
How could Fugrim possibly become such a monstrous creature!
Despite the fact that the stabber has been insisting that he is the Fugrim, Kasgar would never admit it.

How could anyone possibly admit that this guy has any connection with Fugrim?

"Let's calm down, it's time for us to head back."

"Great!!!"

Kasgar sighed helplessly, and then, as the serpentine body coiled around him again, he turned to face Peturabo and his two men, who had been waiting beside him with furrowed brows.

"It's time. The Phoenix's Son is in dire need of rebuilding, and we need to hurry to our next destination."

"Petulabo, thank you for your help—I hope we can have the opportunity to cooperate again in the future."

"Ah."

Peturabo remained noncommittal in the face of Casca's invitation.

Although he did have some negative prejudices against the Emperor, the Empire of Men, and the Casca, his hostility towards them lessened considerably after they helped him quell the Iron Bastion rebellion and retrieve the Codex of the Machines.

"He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's money is bound to him." After receiving so much help from Casca...

Although there might still be some awkwardness, he would still be willing to step forward and repay the favor if Peturabo really needed help.

As for now, rather than helping this messy human empire escape its predicament, it's better to continue living a carefree and leisurely life in the Steel Empire.

Slacking off is the most fun.

He had also seen Casca's sudden outburst—to the many others without psychic abilities, it seemed as if Casca was talking to his sword.

He's been acting a little strange ever since he obtained the Codex of All Machines from the Blood Raven's Relic Treasury.

Peturabo was already used to it.

"I have already produced three thousand sets of the original power armor you requested for your chapter, as per your requirements. The remaining seven thousand sets may have to wait until later because nearly half of the Iron Bastion's production lines were destroyed during the rebellion."

"I'll contact Belisarius to arrange delivery of the remaining armor. I've also sent the improved original Forged Power Armor blueprints to Cardan's data array."

"The deal is done. The storm in the warp is intensifying, and unless there's anything else, I suggest you leave as soon as possible."

This deal not only gave Casgar the Prototype Power Armor enough to arm an entire Phoenix Sage Chapter.

As for Peturabo, Belisarius and Melusin's original designs also gave him some inspiration for his power armor designs.

Right now, he just wanted to leave this steel bastion immediately and return to his secluded room in Olympia to comfortably conduct his research alone.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get away and could only see the guests off as soon as possible.

—If these guys don't leave soon, the little bit of inspiration he's finally formed in his mind will slip away!
Fortunately, Casca could also sense the other party's urgency.

"Prepare to set sail - first send a communication to Belisarius to rendezvous with the new recruits of the Phoenix Sons Chapter."

Piloting the Mechanicus transport ship that had arrived earlier, loaded with a full cargo of new Prototype power armor, they departed the spaceport of the Iron Bastion. After this journey, the Phoenix Children finally possessed the power to fight.

Although the entire battle group currently only has a standard force of a little over a thousand men, Kasgar believes that as long as he has time to develop, things will improve.
He was able to manage the Imperial Prince, who had less than two hundred members left, into an Imperial War Commander Corps. How much more so now that he possesses strength comparable to the Primarch?

As for what's next, the place where he could make a name for himself is right in front of him!

The main force of the Leviathan Hive Fleet is now relentlessly advancing towards Baal's location under the shadow of the Great Devourer.

Realizing that the enemy's strength far exceeds what humanity can currently withstand, the Blood Angels are using scorched earth tactics to destroy planets in the path of the Hive Fleet in order to prevent the Hive Fleet from obtaining biomass supplies and thus hindering its advance.

But this was only a delaying tactic—the Zerg Hive fleet continued its unimpeded advance toward Baal, the homeworld of all the Blood Angels.

Commander of the Blood Angels and Chapter Master, Dante, has sent communications to all his colonies with the blood of Saint Gilles, requesting permission to return to their homeworld in this time of crisis and join all the children of Saint Gilles in the fight against the evil Zerg fleet.

"Although we are not the offspring of the Holy Blood Angels, who can truly know?"

Casca shrugged and said, "Only through this camouflage can we get close to the interior of Bavi II and have a chance to see the remains of Saint Gilles."

Of course, the main purpose is to collect the fragments of Fugrim scattered throughout the world. Also, if there is a chance to revive Sanguis, then with such powerful combat strength and the symbol of the empire, Casca will not need to fight against Holy Terra in the future.

Instead, the High Lords invited them to return to Holy Terra to establish the Third Reich.

Saint Gilles was the Empress of the Third Reich, and Casca was the War Marshal.

"A subgroup disguised as Holy Blood Angels?" Cardan, who was piloting and commanding the ship, turned his head. "Can we really maintain our disguise without being detected?"

The Blood Angels are quite mysterious among the many founding groups. Apart from the even more mysterious Dark Angels, whose purpose is unknown, the Blood Angels always seem to gather together to perform some kind of "ritual".
Isn't this a little off?
Kasgar had already helped the Angels completely cure Bloodthirst during the middle of the Great Crusade—thereafter, it was impossible for such a genetic defect to exist in the Geneseed.

How could the Holy Blood Angels possibly have some unknown little secrets in the end?
Forget it.

In any case, very few people in the human empire today remember the existence of the Phoenix Children.

At that time, Kaska can say that his Phoenix Son is actually a descendant of the Holy Blood Angels, and then take some gene seeds from Belisarius's Original Blood Stack and submit them to the other party. He can still fool them.

Moreover, given the critical situation, Dante couldn't possibly turn away a thousand tall and strong Proto-Forged Space Marines who had come to his door, and refuse even emergency reinforcements, could he?

If the Phoenix Children can carve a gap in the battle lines with their original bodies, then even if they are not the offspring of angels, they will be recognized by everyone as such.

“However,” Melusin said, seemingly hesitantly, “if I remember correctly, the Holy Blood Angels and their subgroups participating in the ceremony will hold some of their own unique rituals and ceremonies. If possible, I hope we won’t give ourselves away.”

"That's easy—I'll just disguise myself and not give myself away."

It's just singing hymns to Saint Gillespie at a ceremony!

He had already experienced this back in the 30K era, so it's nothing special.

As long as they can make an appearance on the battlefield of Baal and lead his Phoenix Sons' Primal Forged Army to fight with great momentum and style, they will be able to win the favor of the Blood Angels by virtue of their merit in saving their home planet.

Currently, in the human empire, apart from the largest Smurfs, the Blood Angels and their sub-groups can be considered another powerful founding force. Dante, in particular, has gained the support of countless people due to his prestige in the army, and it is necessary to win them over as soon as possible.

Since Saint Gilles sacrificed himself to break Horus's fate for the Emperor ten thousand years ago, the Blood Angels today, filled with awe and love for their Angel Mother, are consumed by a thirst for revenge and will burn away all human enemies who stand in their way with their endless fury.

"I am looking forward to meeting the Blood Angels."

Steel bastion.

"Why is the repair progress still so slow!"

"Notify all laborers, Iron Warriors, and Mechanic Priests in Sector U-143: if you don't want to be wiped out by the eleven-draw lottery, get serious and stop dawdling!!!"

"hiss."

While Peturabo was still directing his men to complete the reconstruction of the steel bastion,
"Sir, the message we received this time did not come from Casca and his men."

"It is Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster of the Black Legion."

"Your Excellency the Iron Lord—"

Click.

The communication equipment was crushed to pieces by Peturabo's giant metal hand in the next second.

"Notify all anti-aircraft fire on the Steel Bastion to be alerted. Once the Black Legion's ships enter the attack range, open fire immediately without warning."

"And all nearby Steel Empire warships, prepare for Level 1 combat readiness, ready to fire at any moment!"

"Notify all channel sound array administrators to reject all communications from the Black Legion."

"Tell them one thing: if they dare to take even half a step forward, open fire."

"Commander."

"Petulab refused our communications."

The words of the communications sonic array master brought Abaddon's recounting of their past expedition and their mutual respect to an abrupt end.

The council leaders of the Four Gods War Gang, under Abaddon's command, exchanged bewildered glances.

Refused?
You just rejected me like that?

But didn't Abaddon always say that he and Peturabo were good friends during the expedition, that they had a life-or-death bond?
"Wait a minute, it's very likely that the Iron Lord's personality is somewhat obsessive. I know him."

Tsundere, huh!
It must be that Fourth Uncle, seeing that I delivered the entire Blackrock Fortress to him, has relapsed into his old arrogant habit!

Continue trying to get Peturabo's communication back.

"Rest assured, gentlemen, under my leadership, Abaddon, even if the false emperor—"

A sky full of light and fire shone brightly before them.

The Void Shield outside the Vengeful Spirit rippled continuously.

The only response he received was a barrage of artillery fire from a distance.

"Quickly, hard to right! Stop! Stop!!!"

But obviously, it was too late.

Although the flagship Vengeful Spirit can indeed defend against Perturabo's fire with its powerful Void Shield array.

Unfortunately, the cruisers and destroyers in his fleet were not so lucky.

Under the bombardment of artillery fire, the expeditionary fleet that the Black Legion had painstakingly assembled was suddenly lost by nearly one-fifth without any defenses.

How to do?
He died before he left the army!

Abaddon always boasted that his Black Crusade was invincible, with every expedition a victory. But this!

Before they could inflict any damage on the false emperor's empire, their fleet suffered heavy losses!

What happened to the promise that every expedition would be a victory?

Abaddon fell silent in the face of the surprised and uncertain looks on everyone's faces.

He had an urge to fight Perturabo to the death—but his reason told him that fighting a Primarch on his home turf would only lead to certain death.

But if he retreats like this, what will happen to his prestige as the Chaos War General?
What about the promise of being invincible and that every expedition would be a victory?
Abaddon: "."

Eh!
Got it!

If that's the case, then if I don't consider this defeat as an expedition, then wouldn't every expedition still be a victory?

As long as it doesn't count, that's fine!
The clever Abaddon discovered the blind spot.

"Remember this! All colleagues who yearn to overthrow the corrupt rule of this false emperor!"

"Our operation is merely a diplomatic effort by steel warriors to communicate and coordinate, not an expedition!"

"We refrain from retaliating simply because we don't want the false emperor to reap the benefits of our conflict, not because we're afraid of him!"

"All of this is for a bigger plan! A plan that will destroy the false empire of the pseudo-empire!"

"Therefore! I hope you all remember one thing—I, Abaddon the Chaos Warmaster, will not fail!"

"Every expedition—!"

"It's all once—!"

"victory!"

(End of this chapter)