Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Fugrim scanned back and forth, finally spotting Kasgar on one side of the bridge.

However, the latter seemed somewhat apprehensive and hesitant to step forward.

It was as if they were avoiding her.

"What? Are you shy?"

Forgrim smiled and rushed forward, taking the other person's hand.

"Your relationship is surprisingly good."

For once, Phyllis revealed a mischievous smile.

"Well then, Fugrim, I have also commissioned the outstanding artist who accompanied our Fifty-Two Expeditionary Fleet to create a masterpiece recording our battle on the main star of Gadinar, as a gift for the two of you."

Look—

She tore off the red cloth covering the picture frame.

It was a beautiful oil painting depicting the damaged walls of the Gadinar people and the exploding shield generators.

At the very front of the screen is Kaska, leaping high into the air, holding the injured swordswoman Aqua in his arms.

“I call this painting ‘Forgrim on the Great Crusade’.”

"What does this mean? Who is this?"

"Casca."

"And what is that in his arms?"

"Second Company Commander Aqua Duna, Son of the Emperor".

"Where is this?"

"Battle of Gardinar Prime".

"Then what does this have to do with the name of the painting?"

"Forgrim on the Great Crusade"

Phyllis said with a smile.

As a Primarch, she seemed to really enjoy seeing Fugrim get angry over Kasgar, finding it a source of amusement for her.

It's really strange.

"Hmph, then I'll accept it."

Given the friendship between Fugrim and Phyllis, it was obvious that the other was joking.

If it weren't for that abstract name, this painting could easily have been hung on the Emperor's Pride, serving as a point of reference on the Legion's path to glory.

After all, Kasga was in grave danger, rescuing the Emperor's son, Second Company Commander Aqua Duna, from a crisis.

This is certainly a heroic act.

Even if Fugrim is extremely possessive, she could not possibly have any objection to Kasgar's act of risking his life to save Aqua Duna, who is known as the "Phoenix Queen".

"Be careful next time, don't push yourself too hard."

Fugrim removed Kasgar's helmet, stroked his hair, and spoke gently.

She is so nice.

"In that case, let's go back—"

"Wait! Don't rush off yet, I still have something to collect."

Phyllis said with a smile.

"It's him."

Philus grinned mischievously and reached out to hook her arm around Casca's shoulder.

"Ka, Si, Jia—?"

"Could you explain to me what it means to lose yourself or your sword to your opponent in a duel?"

"me."

Cold fingers brushed across Casca's neck.

Although her beautiful face maintained a smile, it seemed that she wasn't smiling inside.

Help! Help!

Kaska looked at Amal with despair in his eyes.

The other person's eyes were darting away.

Then came Santo.

He lowered his head.

Finally, his gaze swept over Philus.

Her smile seemed to become increasingly strained after seeing Casca's despair.

Senior, please stop!

Stop stirring things up!

"Okay, just kidding."

"If it weren't for Casca trying to protect me, he would never have asked me to fight."

"He had no choice but to do this to save me, so how could I bear to steal him away and interfere, sister?"

Phyllis always had a stern face in front of others, but she was very lively in front of Fugrim.

Watching the two flirt seemed to have a special magic for her, making her laugh out loud happily.

"Ok."

“Casca, you did a really good job helping the Iron Hand get rid of the threat and saving the Iron Ten Legion in such a short time.”

"As for the remaining issues, we'll discuss them when we get back to the flagship."

Fugrim spoke softly.

There was a gentle killing intent within it.

It was like that extremely relieved smile when he returned from fighting the Greenskins and found his home had been stolen by the Eldar.

"and many more!"

Seeing that Kasgar was about to be carried away by the Primarch like a chick, Amal of the Thousand Sons Intelligence Agency anxiously stepped forward to stop him.

Seeing the thousand-year-old girl blocking his way, Fugrim's expression turned to—confusion.

what?

Casca, you don't even spare men?

"No! That's not what I meant!"

Amar repeatedly argued, "How about this, let's go to Aqua's room and talk in detail. She can testify for us!"

Aqua was sitting on the bed drawing and had no interest in the other three uninvited guests.

After suffering severe injuries, she was almost completely healed by the influence of the Casgar flames.

Inside the room, as Amal explained, Fugrim gradually learned the truth about why Phyllis had been affected.

"Just like the one we encountered last time on Byzantium."

Kasgar explained, "These subspace creatures can subtly influence people's thinking, causing their ideas to become extreme and biased."

"And right now, only the flames in my hands can dispel it to some extent."

As for Fugrim, with the protection of the Eldar pirates led by Princess Yrel, he was not too worried about the influence of Chaos.

After all, in terms of seniority and experience, the Eldar of the Ark are far superior to the Kasgars in their ability to resist confusion.

"But Qianzi, what's this about him wanting to go with you?"

“Let me explain this,” Cassaga stepped forward to explain. “Currently, the Thousand Sons seem to be encountering some difficulties in this regard as well.”

"At that time, in order to save Philus from the influence of the subspace creatures, I agreed to Qianzi's request for help, and it was with their assistance that I was able to successfully rescue Philus."

As he spoke, Casca's confidence waned.

He looked at Fugrim with a guilty look in his eyes.

Having just left the Iron Hand Legion, I now have to rush to the Thousand Sons Legion.

"Pfft."

"Casca, do you think I'll be angry? Disappointed that you can't be with me again?"

Casca nodded repeatedly.

"A little bit, indeed."

She said it with a hint of reproach.

"But have you forgotten? Saving more people and lives in the sea of ​​stars has always been our shared ideal."

“Since you have already agreed to Magnus, let’s say goodbye to Philus and head to Prospero together.”

She smiled and hugged Casca.

She is so nice.

Kaska felt a tenderness emanating from the depths of his heart.

(At this point, there are still four standard Terran hours left before Casca's pelvis shatters.)

And you, Aqua?

"I and the Second Company will stay in Iron Hand."

She smiled at Fugrim.

"After all, we are among the few people who know about the dangers of subspace creatures. If the same problem occurs again, I can ask you for assistance."

"it is good."

"By the way, what have you been drawing all this time?"

Fugrim nodded slightly, then curiously poked his head out.

Fugrim had already prepared for the worst regarding Aqua's artistic talents.

But when she saw the things, her eyes lit up.

"You drew it very well, Aqua!"

Fugrim's eyes lit up.

Unexpectedly, after failing miserably in almost every art form, including cooking, literature, sculpture, and music, he suddenly developed such a high talent for painting.

"The portrait of me and Casca that you drew is fantastic!"

—These are two Grookes mating.

That's what Aqua wanted to say.

But it seems that these words can never be uttered again.

Chapter 106 Don't Say Little Horse Has Only One Eye

Prospero.

This place, once a haven for mutants and psionic wizards to eke out a living and evade persecution within the human empire, has gradually transformed into a vibrant oasis in the desolate star system, thanks to the hard work and dedication of its ancestors who built and protected it together.

However, this period of prosperity was short-lived. Since the terrifying creatures known as the Soul-Eating Bees began to multiply on a large scale on the planet, the survival of the Prospero people has been greatly challenged.

Regardless of whether it is a psionic brain or not, none can survive the terrifying sting of the Soul-Eating Bees.

With the rampage of psionic creatures, the entire planet faces annihilation.

Vast knowledge is about to perish, and ancient traditions will be extinguished along with it.

Faced with the surging swarm of insects, the Tizka scholars, in Prospero's last oasis, the City of Light, were plunged into despair.