Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 8 Reclaiming it from the oppressors

The warm and comfortable upper fortress of Carax.

In his office, paved with rare and precious woods from Chemos, Herold was leisurely receiving report after report from his subordinates.

After the assassination of the old patriarch, he used his patrol team to successfully capture his brothers and sisters who also coveted the position, and became the true power holder of Carax Fortress.

The process was not easy, but fortunately the result was worthwhile.

“You can go now, Raul. If the workers protest again, bring more stun guns and guards.”

He casually gave orders to the slovenly-dressed, oddly-looking lackey in front of him.

Although this man was somewhat dim-witted and acted erratically, he was a skilled fighter and extremely loyal, and he handled everything quite well.

"Okay, master."

With his subordinates gone, the room was once again his alone.

That woman, Fugrim, is really stupid.

Leaning back in the leather chair to rest, looking at the exquisite decor around him, Herold couldn't help but sneer.

Improving mechanical production is indeed a good thing.

Unfortunately, the first thing she thought of after improving production efficiency was not the nobles, but the lowly workers.

It's one thing to give all the resources to the poor, but to spend so much time teaching them to read and to art, saying things like "Let beauty return to Chemos"?
What a sin.

I had intended to teach her a lesson after the marriage, so that she would realize that everyone is different.

Unexpectedly, she not only didn't appreciate it, but also stubbornly chose to get engaged to that good-for-nothing Casgara!
If this continues, won't all the workers become lazy and idle, spending their days studying useless dramas and philosophy instead of working?

Wouldn't that make them no different from nobles?

How then do they demonstrate their noble status, and how can they be considered nobles?
Thanks to Herod's scheme to disrupt the engagement ceremony and successfully sow discord between Vograim and the workers, those fools all believed that Vograim had betrayed them.

After gaining power, he immediately ordered that the workers' working hours be gradually restored to normal.

The lower classes should serve the upper classes indefinitely, rather than ridiculously devoting their energy to artistic creation.

This is undoubtedly a complete waste of resources.

He will reclaim the precious resources wasted on the workers and repackage them as products of the nobility.

As for the two who are still at large...
Now that they've already lost their loyalty and support, even if Fugrim is powerful, he shouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

Tsk.

It's such a waste of her perfect face.

"report!"

Just as he was still pondering what to do with the two of them, the office door suddenly opened.

Raul, who had just stepped out of the room, grinned with a set of irregular, yellow teeth and an embarrassed smile as he rushed back in and knelt down.

It startled him.

"Slow down, Raul, slow down."

"Perhaps you really should learn some normal manners, just like those workers who only know how to riot."

Herold sighed and complained.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"It's Fugrim! We've found her!"

"Oh?" He sat up straight, suddenly intrigued. "Finally... after such a long chase, we've finally managed to capture him."

His patrol team wasn't entirely useless.

"Tell me, Raul. Where is that woman now?"

"she"

"She's right outside your door, master."

Having a knife to your neck is a terrible feeling.

Especially since he was being supported by a demigod who was nearly 3 meters tall.

"Forgrim, what exactly do you want?"

Herold's tone was stern on the outside but weak on the inside.

The battle ended quickly.

Faced with the sudden attack, he immediately organized his most trusted police inspector squad to fight back.

These people are all skilled fighters; some can even take on an entire patrol team single-handedly without being at a disadvantage.

They swarmed forward, and even with Fugrim's towering stature and innate superhuman strength, he was unable to withstand their onslaught.

It should be like this.

But then, he watched helplessly as his elite troops fell in droves at an extremely rapid pace.

Fugrim's swordsmanship was both incredibly elegant and swift. Her unparalleled precision meant that even the most skilled swordsman from the Karax couldn't withstand a single blow from her.

Many of them didn't even see their opponent's movements clearly before their weapons flew out of their hands.

Herod couldn't understand why this nearly 3-meter-tall giant possessed such fast swordsmanship.

But that's just how it is.

The vast disparity in strength between the two sides rendered all his previous plans a joke.

As for the first and last time he clearly saw that cold glint, it was when it was held against his neck.

With just a few heads, they dare to fight Fugrim in melee.

Do they really think this place is Nukelia, and this place is Angron?
"Forgrim, you...you dare to provoke a nobleman with brute force!"

Herold's expression was one of surprise and uncertainty.

I really underestimated my opponent's strength.

However, seeing that the other party only knocked away the patrol team's weapons and did not intend to kill them, he gained some courage to be defiant.

This woman must still be wary of the methods used by nobles.

She should be wary.

“I’m warning you, Fugrim.”

"The other nobles on Karax have all formed an alliance with me. If you dare to harm us, the entire fortress will fall!"

"Oh?"

She raised her eyebrows slightly.

Herod scoffed, "We have control of the fortress's facilities! If you dare lay a hand on me or the nobles, you'll face consequences without our leadership."

“The angry people will surely transport the molten metal and the fortress design maps outside the city, so that the remnants of other nobles can avenge me!”

"Hahaha! We'll blow up the fortress, and if all else fails, we'll all die together!"

A hint of madness flashed in Herold's eyes.

"People from outside the city! That's right, people from outside the city!"

"Send the big bomb to the Surfa people outside the city!"

Raul, standing nearby, chimed in with a strange cry.

"Raul, you idiot! I never said I was from Surfa!"

"Surfa people?"

For once, Fugrim's expression turned serious.

The Surfa are the largest nomadic tribe on the planet Chemos.

If Chagatai Khan were to actually descend upon Chemos as expected, he would probably become a carefree racer among the Surfa people.

Unfortunately, reality is always full of unexpected twists and turns.

Due to some warp forces, the one that ultimately landed on Chemoth was the Vorgrim, who was picked up by the workers of Carax Fortress.

As for combat, every one of the Surfa people is a master.

With their exceptional swordsmen and scrap motorcycles assembled from ancient machinery, their fighting prowess remains formidable even in the harsh wasteland filled with endless yellow sand.

If they were to obtain the molten metal bomb and the fortress map, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Even if Fugrim is not afraid, the Karax Fortress, which lacks combat power, is very likely to fall.

"The guys you arranged to cause trouble before, weren't they Surfa people?"

She asked in a cold voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Kill me if you want, if you can accept that the fortress will fall into chaos due to the lack of noble leadership."

Herold turned his head away and closed his eyes, looking like a brave warrior facing death with righteous indignation.

“No,” she shook her head, “you seem to have misunderstood something.”

"I never said I wanted to kill you."

As she spoke, she sheathed the gleaming sword.

The elegant and perfect Primarch would not choose such crude means to conquer the Carax.

That's how tyrants and dictators operate.