Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

But clearly, he was always just one step too late to get to the battlefield.

By the time the Makurag Glory completed its subspace warp, the entire Gadinal system had already fallen into Philus's hands.

"In the time it took you to arrive, our 52nd Expeditionary Fleet has wiped out all the resistance forces in the Gadinal system."

Now, Guilliman and his second-in-command, Ionid Hill, boarded the Ironfist warship.

"Now, once the reconstruction work is completed, this ancient planet with its dark technology can be put back into the Great Expedition."

"The recommendations for reconstruction and the battle reports from both sides have been delivered to your flagship's desk. You can read them at your leisure."

"Okay. On behalf of the Ultramarines Legion, I would like to thank the Steel Hand for their assistance."

Guilliman smiled.

Communicating with someone like Senior Phyllis, who is dominated by rational thinking, is truly a quick and enjoyable experience.

"If that's the case, Iron Hand, where is my chapter commander? Why hasn't he come to report to me?"

"The funeral of Cicero, the leader of the Ultramarines Chapter, will be held at a later date."

Guilliman was unsurprisingly furious.

Philus stripped Cicero of his command in front of everyone and assigned him to the vanguard position during the final battle, essentially sealing Cicero's fate.

Although this was at Cicero's own request, and he died on the path of glory.

Guilliman was unwilling to accept this explanation.

But in the end, he still chose to attend.

He was dressed in a white robe and exquisite blue armor, looking like a hero from ancient Rome attending the funeral of one of his proud sons.

The funeral was solemn and dignified.

The Tenth Legion was arranged in neat square formations of ten men each, with each soldier wearing the finest armor.

Their black iron-colored power armor was polished and gleamed like a mirror.

With Phyllis's order forbidding any further unauthorized modifications within the Legion, the Iron Hands, though unable to regain their hands, were thus brought to a halt.

As a result of compromise between the Primarch and the Legion, it was ultimately agreed that only the arms could be replaced with iron hands, just like the Primarch's, while everything else remained unchanged.

They lined up in perfect unison, bowed their heads together, and prayed for the brave soldiers who had sacrificed their lives in battle.

"Each of these warriors possesses astonishing power. They truly deserve the title of Iron Hands."

Hill, who was following behind Guilliman, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

As one of the few Ultra Warriors in the Legion with flexible tactical thinking, Hill, who should have been assigned to the Retribution Battalion, was exceptionally valued by Guilliman and kept by his side.

His helmet was therefore painted red.

Red Helmet Hill, that was his name.

"Wait, that's—"

Guilliman looked in the direction Hill pointed with a puzzled expression, and saw a tall Space Marine in magnificent purple-gold power armor standing at the head of the Emperor's Sons Legion, bowing his head in prayer.

Logically speaking, there are quite a few warriors like this in the legion, and they usually wouldn't attract his attention.

Surprisingly, even though he was the commander of the emperor's son, his helmet was painted bright red, just like Hill's.

"He is the chief lord commander of the Emperor's son."

Guilliman recalled the features of the Space Marine who had also been invited to the Imperial Banquet for reasons unknown.

It seems to have a big appetite.

Gone.

"He is the commander of the Emperor's son. But why is his helmet painted red?"

Ionid Hill has discovered a fellow whose helmet is even redder than his own.

Chapter 105: Fugrim on the Great Crusade

"I don't understand why his helmet was also painted red."

Even if he is the son of the emperor, like the Ultra Warriors, he will paint those who have been punished for their mistakes red.

But if that's the case, why is he able to take on the important responsibility of being the chief lord commander?

What Hill didn't know was that the reason Casca wore the red helmet was the very reason he became the chief lord's commander.

"They might even be favored by the Emperor and invited to banquets."

Hill could understand why the Emperor invited him, implying that he possessed exceptional abilities.

But what he couldn't understand was why he would wear a red helmet under such circumstances!

A surge of competitive spirit, seemingly from nowhere, suddenly filled Hill's heart.

His helmet was even redder than mine!

Even though someone's helmet is redder than mine, they can still lead the legion as the chief lord commander!

“Interesting. Sir, I’d like to request permission to speak with him.”

"Go."

Guilliman nodded and stood at the front of the funeral procession, preparing to address Cicero's next ceremony.

"Actually, we can see for ourselves."

"Oh! You can do that?"

"Isn't this not good?"

“What’s wrong with it? Hill, you’re just too conservative. Listen to me.”

Guilliman could hear the whispers between Casca and Hill.

It seemed that Casgar was demonstrating some of his thoughts and insights to the Ultramarines, while his lieutenant listened attentively and occasionally offered his own opinions.

However, Hill, who is known for his aggressive tactical thinking within the Legion, and even Guilliman sometimes wonders if he is too pragmatic, seems to have earned the reputation of being "conservative in thinking" in front of Casgar.

But in front of Casca, he was like a greenhorn.

The time is almost up.

While curious about what kind of tactics Hill could use to call it excessive, it was now his turn to take the stage and give his speech.

In the Battle of Gadinar Prime, not only did Chapter Commander Cicero die in battle, but roughly half of the Ultramarines also suffered heavy casualties as they led the vanguard against enemy fire.

After Durant finished his address to the fallen Iron Hand warriors, Guilliman stepped onto the stage.

He moved everyone present with his eloquent and persuasive words.

It must be admitted that even the ambitious Guilliman's oratory skills and charisma are still unmatched by those of non-original beings.

With heavy steps, Guilliman stepped off the stage.

"Look, when I press the button on this spear shaft, it does this—"

"oh oh!"

Like two mischievous children, while Guilliman was speaking, Casca showed off his superb skills to Hill as if he were showing off.

Every now and then, he would receive exclamations of admiration from Hill.

Guilliman: "."

What are they doing?

The funeral concluded with Phyllis's final eulogy.

The Iron Hand seemed to have little affection for Gardiner.

After conquering the star system, he handed over the task of governance to Guilliman and then piloted his warship to leave the Gadinal system.

Guilliman was left to oversee the postwar restoration and reconstruction work on the primary planet of Gadinal.

According to Phyllis, that's what Guilliman does.

indeed.

Although he wanted to refute it, Guilliman couldn't find any reason to do so at the moment.

Under his rule, countless worlds flourished and prospered.

Rather than letting the Primarch, who is not good at governance, make a mess of domestic affairs, it would be more harmonious to hand it over to Guilliman to handle the matter.

--but!

Why did they dump everything on him?!

Sitting in front of a mountain of documents, Guilliman closed his eyes in anguish.

He was piloting the Twelfth Expeditionary Fleet to fight wars, not to farm.

Exhausted, Guilliman caught a glimpse of Hill chuckling foolishly beside him out of the corner of his eye.

“Ionid, you seem very happy.”

"Ah." He regained his composure from his reverie. "My lord, I am very sorry."

"Is it the outcome of your conversation with that Commander, the Son of the Emperor, that makes you happy?"

"What did he tell you?"

"interesting."

"This approach is unique and will greatly help us address the problem of increasingly rigid thinking in the Ultramarines movement."

"If it could be integrated into the Holy Scriptures"

Guilliman listened to Hill's report and muttered to himself.

Yeah.

However, the priority now is to complete the task of terraforming the Gardiner system.

After hesitating for half a second, Guilliman pulled out a document from the mountain of files beside him.

Read, fill in the information, and sign.

All in one go.

It's efficient, but it's still far from enough considering the volume of files he has to process.

I really hope that after the Great Crusade ends, I can abandon these boring jobs and go back to Alterama to farm.

Guilliman thought to himself.

In any case, Guilliman wouldn't be doing clerical work his whole life.

"My lord! Look at the sky!"

"We have new guests."

Before the main planet of Gadinar, it seemed that Robout Guilliman was not the only Primarch who had come at this moment.

[Completing a subspace warp]

The Imperial Pride from the 28th Expeditionary Fleet has appeared in orbit above the primary star of Gadinar after the warp-in is complete.

Fugrim has arrived.

Her reason for coming here was simple—to pick up Casca.

After all, it was agreed that the Battle of Gardiner would only be completed under the Iron Hand.

Therefore, as soon as the time came, the Emperor's Son fleet, which was not far from their star system, rushed here, ready to ask Philus for people.

Steel Fist, bridge.

"I'm surprised you got here so quickly, sister."

Phyllis looked at the Primarch rushing in and said with a smile.

"Logically speaking, interstellar communication should be delayed by at least several days. But judging from the speed at which you arrived, it seems that the warp time was planned in advance."

"Of course, or rather, I had already prepared for this."

"How is Casca doing here with you?"