Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Author: Haji Huang

Summary:

Summary:

Casca traveled to the wasteland world.

The earth was covered with yellow sand and poisonous radiation clouds, and the only human habitations left were the fortress factories behind desolate iron walls.

He was determined to save it all.

Before that, as the unfavored youngest son of a powerful family on the planet, he was about to have a political marriage with a female workshop worker.

The other person was a beautiful girl with white hair and purple eyes.

Except for being a little bigger than the others, everything else is perfect.

He is satisfied.

Until I heard that the other person's name was Fugrim.

what! ?

Fulgrim?!

He expressed doubts about this.

He realized something was wrong.

He cried out like a fart whose toes had been stepped on.

......

Damn it, I’ve traveled to the Warhammer world!

It's still a Warhammer world where Slaanesh is as rampant as a scourge!

But he was still confused and determined to save everything.

......

In the distant and dark 30th millennium, the Emperor's proud flagship.

Phoenix Grand Theatre.

The Primarch of the Third Legion, Fugrim, once again took off her power armor gauntlet and showed off the Sagittarius gold ring on her left hand to the legionnaires:

"...Thirty years. The thirty years that Kaska and I spent together on Chemos might not be considered long..."

Chapter 1 Under the Sky of Chemos

Casca traveled through time.

He was transported to a strange, wasteland planet.

He learned the name of the world from the rudimentary pronunciation of the locals, who had degenerated to the point of losing their written language.

Qimos.

A world that has lost everything, leaving only despair.

Even now, sitting inside the cold iron walls, the terrifying radiation storm and the mournful sounds of countless violent particles pounding and crashing against the fortress never cease.

There has never been a good time here.

And his location, Casgar Sherlock's Fort Carax, is one of the few remaining human refuges on this dying planet.

coffin.

This was Casgar Sherlock's first impression of this place since his birth.

Beyond the fortress lies a forbidden zone for life.

For these survivors within the fortress, all their efforts, except for facing the inevitable depletion of resources, were futile; they were merely delaying the inevitable death knell.

Fortunately, despite the harsh environment, his background was not actually too bad.

The Sherlock family is one of the ancient noble families that controls this human fortress.

Compared to those workers who have to work tirelessly on the assembly line since they are three years old, Casca, the youngest son of the noble Sherlock family, is much luckier.

Although he was not popular and was often envied and ostracized by his elder brothers in the clan.

For the past twenty years, he has been under house arrest in the manor and has never left it.

A fortress is also a cage.

But because of this, Casca was able to enjoy a rare moment of leisure in this refuge, huddled in the shadow of the powerful and wealthy, barely surviving.

The repetitive and boring days continued until my twentieth birthday.

His long period of house arrest finally took a turn for the better:

He inadvertently learned of a deeply hidden piece of information.

Political marriage.

For this reason, Casca's older brothers had long been fighting tooth and nail over it.

But he was unaware of it.

If he hadn't overheard the whispers of the six servants outside the door six days earlier, the handsome Casca might have left the competition much earlier.

According to the servants, the woman the brothers were vying to woo was a legendary figure from Carax Fortress.

At the age of fifteen, she became self-taught and mastered the structure of the machinery in the production workshop, successfully improved the production line, and became a self-taught engineer in the shelter.

At the age of twenty, she had greatly improved the workers' conditions by building various new mechanical devices in the factory, and was elected as the new manager of the Carax Fortress factory.

While gaining the support and love of countless people, he joined the ranks of the rulers of Carax Fortress.

Legend has it that she had long, silvery-white hair like a waterfall, captivating purple eyes, and a perfectly beautiful face to match.

The machinery she works with can be quickly repaired to look brand new, and production efficiency increases dramatically.

According to the workers, she is the water goddess in the local ancient legends who can bestow sweet dew upon the barren land.

Casca was unwilling to agree with such a ridiculous argument.

She not only survives on this dying wasteland planet, but also possesses stunning beauty, innate mechanical knowledge, and an absolute charm that captivates everyone.

impossible.

There is no way that such a perfect human being could exist in the world.

Those brothers who believe in such legends and fight tooth and nail are either simply brains that have degenerated to a primitive form along with civilization.

Either the starch bars are causing hallucinations.

That being said.

But subconsciously, these statements always seemed to give him a very familiar sense of déjà vu.

However, in any case, if he could win the woman's favor and marry her, it seemed to be his only chance to escape control.

He didn't want to be trapped in this cage called the Fortress for the rest of his life.

He wanted to sneak out to see her.

If he can successfully marry that woman, this family will no longer be able to imprison him even a little bit.

Kaska made up his mind and took out the map of the fortress's secret door and the purple key that could open the manor's side door from the drawer.

It's rather bizarre.

Even he himself doesn't remember where these things came from.

Reality is often more fantastical than legend.

This is a principle he often realized in his previous life.

Casca tiptoed out of the manor and nervously looked around.

For the first time, he was able to escape the watchful eyes of numerous guards; for the first time, he was able to leave his own courtyard and, following the address recorded by the servants, go to the factory where his "possible fiancée" worked.

The plan went surprisingly smoothly—he didn't see a single guard at the usually heavily guarded manor gate.

Where did they all go?

Casca was unaware of this.

He slipped into the lower-level factories of Carax without any hindrance.

The steel behemoths roared and thundered, sparks flying from the crimson furnaces. Countless numb workers performed monotonous tasks on the assembly line. In this factory of a dying world, only work efficiency was the sole requirement.

He saw her, very quickly.

That was the only beautiful figure in this dark and cramped factory.

In that instant, Kasgar was stunned.

The servants were not lying.

His marriage partner was indeed a goddess.

As an engineer, she sat beside a dark, old machine, her clear, amethyst-like eyes fixed on the parts in her hands, constantly searching and adjusting them.

Although her engineer's uniform was simple, it still accentuated her strong and voluptuous figure.

What attracts the most attention is her long, pure white hair, a stunningly beautiful style that flows like a silver river.

But such beautiful long hair was so casually draped over this dirty and ugly machine!

What a waste of resources.

Fortunately, even though the machines were spewing thick black smoke, and even though she was barefoot, sitting on the ground in this dirty and uncleaned factory;

Yet not a single stain or impurity ever dared to taint her flawless body.

She was still as clean and new as ever.

perfect.

This was Casca's first impression of her.

The legends are all true.

His potential fiancée is truly a goddess.

Just as Kaska was marveling at the perfection of the other party, her repairs were already finished.

After being assembled at a speed so fast that only a partial afterimage could be seen with the naked eye, the machine in front of her started working again.

After her modifications, even its rotation speed was several times faster than its counterparts.

Perhaps this is the machine atoning for its act of defiling "perfection".

Casca thought this for no reason.

Just then, she turned around and looked at Casgar.

Yet another uninvited guest from the Sherlock household.

She stood up, her amethyst-like eyes now looking with interest at the somewhat timid Casca.

Wow.

so big.

Kaska looked up at the other person and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It's even more exaggerated than the legend.

This goddess is over two meters tall, nearly three meters tall!

Even though Casca came from a wealthy family, compared to those malnourished guys who could only eat starch bars, his height, physique, and appearance were all top-notch.

But compared to the woman before him, who was like a goddess, he still felt ashamed of himself.

Anyone would feel ashamed of themselves.

But at the same time, why does it still feel so familiar?

Have I seen her before?