Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"Oh, you guessed right. What new spells did you learn today? Maybe you could turn my intestines inside out?"

A burst of mocking laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Euphrates Qile".

She frowned, displeased by the discrimination she was experiencing from the crew members around her.

"I'm just an ordinary journalist."

"However, I want to remind you that while you are fleeing here, all the psionicists in Prospero are currently charging the psionic shield that protects us."

“I don’t think this is the time to discriminate against wizards.”

"No? Then can you tell me why those wizards won't even tell us what happened?"

"We don't even know what's attacking us!"

"It must be the blasphemous creations of those mad wizards; they've all been released!"

He didn't hesitate to speculate about Primarch Magnus and his psionic followers with the worst possible malice.

What even the crew member didn't know was that this conjecture was correct.

"that is!"

"Yes, then say it!"

"Since you said it's nothing serious, that the Primarch can handle it, why didn't you tell us?"

The commotion in the crowd became increasingly noticeable.

"Lord Fugrim, the resettlement of the crew of the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleet and some civilians from Prospero has been basically completed."

"The public sentiment is basically stable, and there have been no incidents of rioting or disturbances."

Vesper nodded slightly and reported to Fugrim.

"After receiving the order to attack the enemy, we immediately reinforced the defensive facilities and obstacles inside the pyramid."

"Lord Fugrim, what attacked us?"

"Only by knowing the situation of our enemy can we make contingency plans for the next step."

Although Forgrim's silence already indicated a tendency to not ask too many questions, the upright Vespasian still chose to pursue the matter to the end.

"I do not know either."

However, even Fugrim was unaware of this this time.

"Casga said it was some little secret of Magnus and the Fifteenth Legion, and that they could handle it without our help."

"Forgrim said with some displeasure."

Casca kept his promise to Magnus and did not reveal the matter.

After all, Casgar knew there was a better time to reveal what stupid thing this guy had done.

If you have something to say, go to the Council of Nicaea and speak to the Emperor!

"However, since Casca has spoken so confidently, let's leave it at that."

"Although my good-for-nothing brother has shown an inappropriate obsession with psionics, he is still a Primarch and has the most basic judgment."

She pursed her lips, then looked down at the mortals trembling with fear below the pyramid, bewildered by what was happening.

Although they believed that the Primal Being would save them from danger, the fear of the unknown still occasionally welled up in their hearts.

There is even a small group of people who are causing unrest.

"Now, we should focus more on how to rekindle hope in these people who are trapped in fear."

"Lord Fugrim, what should we do?"

"How to do?"

"Of course, I'll use what I do best to bring hope and love to all of them."

Hope and love.

Vespa had a bad feeling.

"Inform the emperor's sons to prepare the stage, screen, and lights."

"I'm going to perform for them all the famous play from Chemos—'The Centaur Gold Ring'!"

have to.

It started again.

"Yes, my lord."

Vespa sighed silently to himself.

"The reason for not explaining is definitely due to the Primarch's own considerations—"

Euphrates Qile.

The lights inside the pyramid suddenly dimmed considerably.

In an instant, the heated argument in the crowd quieted down.

What's happening here?

Could it be that something new has happened?

dim and

New lights, at this moment, focus on the center of the pyramid.

"My fellow human beings, you have suffered."

"It is I, the Primarch of the Third Legion, Fugrim."

The moment Fugrim appeared before the crowd, thunderous cheers and applause erupted.

As the most beautiful Primarch known to the public at this time (when the angels were still learning from a single Horus fleet), Fugrim has always been very popular in the human Empire.

Being able to join the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleet is an honor for every member of the Empire.

And now, when people are feeling depressed while taking refuge, she has stepped forward to perform dramas for everyone.

Please enjoy the following performance—

Centaur Gold Ring

"it is good!"

"Waaaah! It's the original entity performing!"

"Even if I die now, it'll be worth it!"

Soon, cheers erupted from the crowd like waves.

However, those immersed in the performance failed to notice this.

At this moment, the outside world.

Under Magnus's attack, the psionic shield became overloaded.

A massive swarm of Soul-Eating Bees, blotting out the sky, is surging towards the pyramid where humans are most densely concentrated.

Chapter 111 The Soul-Devouring Bee Died After Hearing This

The Soul-Eating Bees sensed the delicious human souls and brains.

a lot of.

Not far away, inside the pyramid right in front of them.

Even if they are not psionicists, as long as they are not untouchables, humans possess a soul that is connected to the warp and resides in their brains.

And this soul is precisely the delicious meal that these Soul-Devouring Bees crave.

Seemingly sensing the large number of brains and souls ahead, the Soul-Devouring Bees suddenly increased their flight speed.

Almost instantly, it covered the outer shell of the white marble pyramid.

Kasgar wanted to give chase, but unfortunately, he could only walk on two legs and his speed was no match for these flying units.

It's time to put the jetpack thing on the agenda!

Anxious, Kasgar thought to himself as he sped through the buildings of Tizka, propelling his power armor-clad terracotta boots.

What made Casca even more uneasy was that there seemed to be very few Astartes of the Thousand Sons who could join him in driving away the Soul-Eating Bees.

"Ariman! How many of us are left?"

"But Casca. I've never told you my name, how did you know—"

How did you know? That's obvious!

Of all the girls, you're the dumbest-looking!

"That's not the point! Quick, tell me the number of people!"

"Approximately two hundred think tank members. However, they will return to provide support as soon as the Primarchs close the warp rift!"

There are very few Thousand Sons who can come with him, Kasga, to stop the Soul-Eating Bees.

Although the proportion of Astartes with psychic powers is high among the Thousand Sons, the majority of Astartes in the Legion are still non-psychic.

Otherwise, where would the red-letter warriors of the thousand-letter clan come from?

In Magnus's experience fighting these bizarre creatures, the Soul-Eating Bees, which can briefly roam in the warp, only psionicists can better deal with them.

"It takes him this long to close a teleportation rift?!"

"There's no way around it, my friend! A bee colony of this size is bound to have a queen bee!"

"Once a queen bee directs the swarm's movements, even a Primarch will be entangled by them, let alone having to focus on closing the warp rift!"

Queen bee.

An extremely rare species among the Soul-Devouring Bees.

It can command, strengthen, and coordinate swarms, causing their threat to humans to increase exponentially.

Only extremely large swarms of Soul-Eating Bees can produce a Queen Bee.

It seems that the swarm of dark, soul-devouring bees in front of Casca is just their vanguard.

Meanwhile, the main force was currently engaged in a fierce battle with Magnus, preventing him from being able to spare any attention to help the others.

"damn it!"

Perhaps it was because Casca and the others' actions were too obvious, or perhaps it was the attraction of psionicists to the Soul Eater Bees.

A portion of the Soul-Eating Bee swarm bypassed Tizka's large pyramid and flew towards Casgar and his group.

"Well done!"

But upon closer inspection, the sheer size of this Soul-Devouring Bee is quite imposing.

The adult insect's gleaming psionic stinger, capable of piercing any armor, was being brandished repeatedly in front of Kasgar.

It gives people the creeps.

Fortunately, Kasgar also had a general understanding of how to deal with warp creatures.

fire!

The golden-red flames burned the Soul-Eating Bee to ashes the moment they encountered it.

"It's getting better and better to use."

Seeing that the results were good, Casca smiled and muttered to himself.

Since his last evolution in Gadinar, he now has a much deeper control over this warp flame than before.

Even compared to a psionic master like Ahriman, I can't be as proficient in prophecy, biology, fire, and force fields as they are.

But a single psionic flame attack is more than enough to deal with warp creatures.

As Casca unleashed the golden-red flames in his hands, and with the assistance of the Thousand Sons' psionic lightning from behind, those Soul-Eating Bees that dared to approach them were reduced to pure ashes.

Soon, this small group of Soul-Devouring Bees was quickly extinguished by the group.