Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"After witnessing the wondrous power of the vast ocean, I combined everything I had seen with the data the Legion had collected around the world."

"These are the treasures of knowledge about the subspace and psionic energy."

Only Magnus's most trusted sons were allowed to enter.

"Amar, I, Magnus the Red Devils, thank you again for your hard work."

"Crimson King, I am merely—"

"Ah, no need for modesty. Without your help and introduction, we would all be entangled and affected by the curse of flesh and blood, unable to escape."

"You are welcome to browse through all the books here. But please be careful."

"I'll be in big trouble if these books get damaged."

"Also, if you are inspired by anything, you are welcome to discuss it with me."

Magnus, of course, would not be stingy with rewards for his offspring.

On the other hand, his rewards are also quite unique.

He wouldn't be like some big, gold-digging guy who makes everything big and gold and then gives it away to the other person.

(For example, the armor of Rogdorn and Saint Gilles)

Knowledge is the best reward for every thousand disciples.

"Thank you, my lord, this is truly wonderful."

Amal swallowed hard. "This is far too precious. Far too precious. Brothers Kasgar and Lord Fugrim, please excuse me for a moment—"

With undisguised strides, Amar plunged headfirst into the entire cabinet full of books.

"Haha, that's Amal for you, always full of thirst for knowledge."

Magnus laughed and said, “Among our thousand sons, there are people like that everywhere.”

"Now, it's time to get down to business."

Fugrim stepped forward.

The first transaction involved the trading of books and collectibles from the Emperor's Son Expeditionary Fleet.

The vast amount of books, knowledge, and alien technology acquired between Byzantium and the Eldar pirates can be traded in Prospero for the various resources needed for the expedition.

Magnus is an expert when it comes to used book recycling.

Another key focus was providing them with the support of a psionic think tank for their 28th Expeditionary Fleet.

Considering Byzantium's previous experience, it is very likely that the interference from the Chaos Gods this time will come earlier and be more dangerous.

To ensure that the tragedy of the Third Legion would not be repeated, Kasgar decided to assign a team of Thousand Sons as advisors to the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets, in addition to the Eldar pirate mercenaries, as a double insurance.

Actually, he originally wanted to integrate a think tank within the Emperor's Son organization.

But perhaps it is because of the Fugrim’s pursuit of perfection that psionic awakening has always been a “mutant” situation for humans.

(Actually, Astartes was also a mutant.)

As a result, apart from Kasgar, none of the candidates with psionic talents in the Third Legion could get close to the Third Legion's gene seed, and therefore could not hold the position of Legion think tank.

"Alright, now that everything has been agreed upon..."

"Can I talk to my brother-in-law, the Casgar brothers, about his psionic flames?"

Magnus gave an awkward smile and rubbed his hands together as he spoke.

Of course, Magnus did not object to the fact that what Fugrim said was all important.

However, some important matters are even more important than others.

"Kasgar brothers, could you demonstrate to me first that flame that can heal everything?"

"Oh, by the way, please stay a little further away from my collection of books, thank you."

Seeing the other party's eager anticipation, Casca felt a pang of pity.

It feels like they're making fun of an idiot.

I feel a sense of guilt.

He stood in an open area far from the books, and with a flick of his right hand, a golden-red flame, almost tangible, burned continuously on his right arm.

"Oh!"

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Wonderful, peculiar!"

"A masterpiece!"

Magnus, like a musician playing classical music, danced with great passion.

"I've seen this kind of flame before, in books! No, in the warp!"

"Familiar! So familiar! Is this flame from the warp?"

"Those creatures are generally afraid of it, yes, very afraid of this kind of flame, just like creatures in our real lives are afraid of fire!"

He was so emotional that his words were somewhat broken due to his excessive excitement.

He paced back and forth in front of the Tibetan desk at the top of the pyramid.

"I remembered!"

"It appeared! It appeared in the spirit realm—"

Well.

hiss.

He wisely kept quiet.

"Hahaha, what I mean is, no ordinary psionic flame can compare to it!"

"Haha, of course."

Kaska laughed and echoed.

Even Magnus, whom Conrad Coates described as seemingly lacking any social common sense, knew what to say and what not to say at this moment.

Yes, Conrad Coates.

He described Magnus as lacking in social common sense.

Just as Rogdorn criticized him for lacking a sense of humor, Magnus really does lack that aspect.

Even if he lacks common sense, he still knows what he should and shouldn't say at this time.

"In that case, let's begin the treatment."

Prospero.

The capital city of Tizka is a biological laboratory and a restricted area for dangerous organisms.

"Father."

It was a fleshy ball that was almost unrecognizable as human.

Released after being sealed by the static field for a long time, his several eyes on the top of his head seemed to be blinking, while the mouthparts on his left and right tentacles were still softly calling Magnus's name.

“My son, you have suffered.”

"But believe me, you'll be back to normal very soon!"

Magnus nodded to the other person.

"Friend, let's get started."

"it is good."

Kasgar solemnly began to circulate the psionic flame in his right hand.

Before him, the Thousand Sons, whose flesh and blood had undergone mutation, were like a Chaos Egg.

It really isn't much different from the Chaos Egg anymore.

"There may be some burning pain during the remodeling process, please be patient."

Bear!

"what--"

The instant the flames in Casca's hand touched the other, an extremely sharp scream emanated from the polymer of flesh and blood.

"Like a melted ice cream, that mass of flesh and blood quickly dissolved and collapsed."

"Hold it!"

Casca shouted sharply, the flames in his hand burning even more intensely.

"It really is taking shape!"

Just after the flesh and blood melted away, Astartes' towering figure gradually emerged from where the flesh and blood had once been, as the flames burned it.

Successful.

Even when the flesh and blood have mutated to the point where they are no longer recognizable as human, Casgar can still bring them back to life and reshape their bodies.

"you did it!"

"Casca! Our Thousand Sons' savior! You really did it!"

Like a child, Magnus clapped loudly in praise of Casca's masterpiece.

The former aggregate of flesh and blood, now sitting before everyone, was filled with disbelief.

"Father! I've been resurrected? What is this—"

"My child, yes! You're back!"

Welcome back to the Thousand Sons Legion!

They hugged each other excitedly.

After thanking Casca profusely, he wrapped himself in a loincloth and ran off excitedly.

I hope I won't be mistaken for a pervert and sent back.

Meilushin thought to herself.

She was also moved by this miracle of rebirth.

Treating her withering disease is still within the scope of medicine.

This ability to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded is simply breathtaking.

excited.

I want to study Casca.

To study it thoroughly.

For Melissa, there is nothing she cannot study.

However, since they are my benefactors, I'll try to handle this in a slightly more peaceful way.

"Next person."

"Next one."

"Wow! What is that?! It scared me to death!"

"Next."

"Are you alright, friend?"

You seem very tired. Do you need to rest for a while?

"It's alright, let's finish this quickly."

Even after undergoing intense fiery reshaping, Kasgar, who had awakened once again, still felt slightly powerless and dizzy.

This is a sign of weakness caused by the excessive use of psionic energy in a short period of time.

Repairing mutations like Amar's, where only the skin becomes slightly abnormal, is relatively simple.

But restoring a severely mutated creature back to human form is indeed an extremely difficult task.