Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Kaska smiled helplessly.

"Wait! What do you two mean by this?!"

Amal was somewhat confused.

Why did he suddenly burst out with a bunch of things he couldn't understand?

“Amal, you thousand sons should have made many psychic prophecies, have you forgotten the principle that prophecies must come true?”

“Yes, but aren’t we talking about how to make Phyllis realize her mistakes—”

"A result has been reached, Amal."

"Since we have no better way, let the prophecy happen."

Aqua made a decision.

—Follow the guidance of prophecy.

"just me."

As she spoke, Aqua pointed to herself.

"Only my death can make the Steel Hand understand the extent of damage its actions will inflict on the Legion."

"Just as the prophecy of Casca said."

"what do you mean--"

Amar's pupils suddenly contracted.

"I will die in the next battle."

"The prophecy will surely come true, my friend."

Even if there are all sorts of strange changes along the way, they are like the scenery that passes by briefly on a train journey, and they will not affect our arrival at the final destination.

As she spoke, she slowly stood up from the chair, stroking the exquisite Shanabal sword she had taken from her waist, caressing it gently.

The next moment, she slowly drew the sword from it.

The sharp, cold light emanating from the sword flashed before their eyes.

锔.

It was sheathed again.

"But... my purpose in coming here is to break the prophecy and save you."

"You don't actually need to sacrifice yourself! We can use the ramming horn of our warship to destroy the Gadinar's orbital system, thus ending the battle sooner!"

"Prophecies don't always come true! We can still—"

"I see."

"But now, do you have a better way to wake Philus up?"

Casca remained silent.

"Prophecies may not always come true, but they can guide our actions."

"Since the time of Terra, I have apprenticed under the Thunder Warriors. I joined the Legion of the Emperor's Sons and have fought countless battles, large and small, without ever suffering a defeat."

"All victories and all trials are for the purpose of dying for a greater goal at the most critical moment."

With that, Aqua stood up and walked towards the door.

"And I have long been aware of this."

she said with a smile.

".I see."

Casca's answer was tinged with bitterness.

"If I haven't found a better way by then..."

"Then let's treat it as our last resort."

Everything happened just as it did in the original story.

Exactly.

Felus is obsessed with the position of Warmaster.

It was because of Akulduna's self-sacrifice that he chose to let go of his obsession and bid farewell to the stage of the battle for the title of general.

Could it be that.

Is this scene about to repeat itself?

Day two.

Warriors from the Steel Hand!

I regret to inform you that the surgery for the mechanization modification may have to be slightly delayed.

[As requested by the Primarch, the Steel Hand is about to launch the final attack on the Gadinar who have betrayed us.]

We must show these traitors what happens when they betray us!

Warriors wounded in battle will receive the latest mechanized modification surgery more quickly!

[Frail and weak!]

"Too weak and frail!!!"

As the encouraging sounds of the warship's sonic boom echoed throughout the Iron Fist, cheers from the Iron Hands rose and fell.

After Philus did not prohibit mechanization, most of them followed the Primarch's example and replaced their hands with metal bionic arms.

And I've heard that if you get injured in battle, you'll receive even more upgrades.

The Iron Hands erupted in a flurry of shouts, as if they had heard the mad doctor's announcement that he was going to attach even bigger and stronger cleavers to their arms.

Even the most honorable veterans are allowed to enter the fearless realm that all legion soldiers dream of!

God!

If only I could enter the realm of fearlessness, hehehe.

Now, it's Iron Hand's time for fantasy.

Chapter 101 A Man Named Aquaduna Decides to Die (Part 1)

"But the Son of the Emperor and the Steel Hands combined unit will absolutely not allow such unauthorized modifications to occur."

Kasgar addressed the neatly lined-up Iron Hands in front of him with a serious expression.

Last time, the Iron Hands First Company, led by Kasgar, and the combined company of the Sons of the Emperor achieved excellent results.

Although they failed to defend the designated landing site, they were able to skillfully use guerrilla tactics to contain the enemy's main force when faced with unexpected Titan enemies.

Before Philus could reclaim the space elevator, they successfully controlled the enemy's advance and were even able to destroy one of them.

Even though the Titans of the Gadinar were very different from the Empire.

But no matter how different they are, it's still Titan.

Kasgar's ability to sever the enemy's shield generator and ultimately destroy it represents the pinnacle of individual Space Marine combat.

They also dispatched a motorized squad of the Emperor's Sons to disrupt the city and eventually reached an agreement with the High Lord on a peaceful occupation.

If it weren't for the Gadinars' feigned surrender, the whole process would have been perfect.

As a result, Casga, who received special praise, also gained more command authority over the troops in the mixed forces.

"Ugh!"

Upon hearing Casca's prohibition, a chorus of sighs and lamentations immediately arose from the group.

As members of the Iron Hand, they all aspire to align themselves with Primarch Philus.

However, he was assigned to the command of this emperor's son, and the commander so easily rejected the Primarch's favor!

Looking at the other Iron Hands, they all happily received brand-new, cool mechanical arms and other mechanical limbs equipped with a large number of weapons.

It's infuriating that their First Company is being restricted from making changes by this prince's commander!

Casca: "The First Company of the Steel Hands voluntarily gave up mechanization."

Is it voluntary?

Haha, that's very voluntary.

Thinking about drastically changing oneself all the time is really a bit alarming.

"Perhaps you will think my request is too much."

"But the question I'm asking you will never change—if mechanization is really that powerful, capable of enabling an ordinary Astartes to unleash combat power far exceeding that of ordinary people."

"Then why doesn't the Steel Hand Legion have a single Space Marine who can defeat Aqua Duna?"

Aqua's impressive record against Tektsu completely silenced all calls for modification.

As he spoke, Kaska glanced at Aqua, who was standing at the head of the Emperor's Sons Legion.

Let the prophecy come true.

I was already aware of this.

He recalled the conversation he had with them and Amar the day before.

Kasga sighed inwardly.

But now is not the time for lamenting the passing of spring and the coming of autumn.

He looked down at the many restless steel hands below and continued speaking.

"As far as I know, even though she hasn't undergone any modifications to her body, she doesn't have a single scar!"

"But what about in actual combat? Even the Dauntless, whose flesh and blood are almost entirely covered by steel, cannot defeat our powerful Company Commander Aqua!"

"and many more!"

Solomon Demeter, Aqua's adjutant from the Second Company of the Sons of the Emperor, raised his hand to ask a question.

"Commander, how do you know that Aqua-sensei has never had a single scar on her body?"

He discovered blind spots.

Major blind spot!

As soon as Solomon Demeter uttered those words, the entire training chamber was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Casgar: "."

your!

Don't ask this kind of question when I'm talking about serious topics!

"Ahem, of course that's what she said herself."

At that moment, he heard a collective chorus of disappointed boos from both legions.

That's not the point!

"In short, as human beings, we are born with enough potential in our bodies!"

"If we give up on being ourselves and place our hopes on external things like steel, expecting that steel can exert a power that we, as human beings, can never exert."

"Then we will be trapped in this cramped steel body forever, unable to move forward even one more step."

Casca said passionately.

But judging from the expressions of the Iron Hands below, it seems that not many of them are actually listening to what he's saying.

After all, few steely men could resist the temptation of mechanized modifications that could easily enhance their combat capabilities and believe in Casgar's empty platitudes.

Even though they knew that Casca wouldn't allow them to modify their bodies to a greater extent.

However, many people have already begun to plan how to "cleverly" lose their arms or legs on the battlefield in order to obtain a spot for mechanical modification.

Faced with quick ways to become stronger, not everyone can stay true to themselves.

The Legion's decline was happening far faster than Casca had imagined.