Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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As the face of the Space Marines, the Third Legion's duty is to serve as the ceremonial procession to welcome the Primarchs back.

Sending Fugrim and Kasgar would be the best course of action.

A few days later.

The boarding gate of the Son of the Emperor landing craft in front of the tarmac in the capital city of Tizca.

Today is the day when Fugrim and Kasgar lead their twenty-eight expeditionary fleets away.

After completing a series of resupply and trade transactions, the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets are about to leave this planet filled with magic and sorcery and head to another Primarch's homeworld.

Colchis.

The homeworld of the Primarch of the Word Bearers, Luo Jia.

Moreover, it wasn't just them who were heading to Kolchis; before bidding farewell to Fugrim and Kasgar, Magnus also received a star-language communication from the Primarch Horus fleet.

If no additional subspace fluctuations occur, it is highly likely that they can complete the integration of the fleet and travel together.

“Friend, I will always remember your contributions to the Fifteenth Army.”

"I will always remember this favor that I have yet to repay."

Magnus's face was filled with gratitude.

His hair and eyes seemed to quickly turn into a clear, crystal-like blue as he grieved, making them particularly striking.

It's perfectly reasonable for My Little Pony to come with some special effects.

However, Casca was somewhat reluctant to listen to Magnus.

They said they remembered the kindness shown to them.

If you break through the network in the future and don't mention my name, I, Kasga, will be content.

After embracing each other one last time, they tearfully said goodbye.

Reluctant to part.

Although Casgar also had no idea why the other party's thinking had changed so drastically.

It's unclear whether Magnus was stabbed by the wolf king with a spear or if his intelligence has regained its dominance.

But since the other party ultimately chose to accept Kasgar's advice and will reduce the use of forbidden magic from now on...

Perhaps it will be a good thing?

After all, without the sacrifice of a large number of mortal psionicists using forbidden magic, Magnus would not have been able to pierce the net.

It should be developing in a positive direction, right?

Kaska comforted himself.

In these final days, Casca chose

First, although he was reluctant to admit it, it seemed that an entity symbolizing the Centaur's golden ring already existed in the warp.

Casgar: "."

How could you possibly worship such a grotesque thing?!

At that moment, he seemed to understand why the Tau people who saw the entity of the Supreme Good Path in the Four Expansion would go on to exterminate the Guvisa (Tau Alliance) from then on.

What the hell is this?

Titanium is terrifying!!!

Casgar felt himself in a state of extreme anxiety.

But now that things are already a fait accompli, it seems that the centaur is still acting in the name of human protectors.

The centaur spirit can even effectively repel some evil warp creatures.

Therefore, to prevent Prospero from becoming a complete den of evil, Casca arranged for a group of performers to remain on Prospero to perform the "Centaur Golden Ring" show.

In case Magnus develops a relapse later and is bewitched by the blue bird in his dream, this thing could at least have some effect in suppressing it.

Like the cathedral atop the head of an Emperor-level Titan.

Exorcise evil spirits!

However, while this might prevent the pony from going too far, it does...

However, it is very likely that in the future, the centaur spirits that can defeat evil spirits will become the object of worship for more and more people, thus surpassing the original state religion!

It replaced the status of the state religion!

That kind of thing

Don’t do that kind of thing!!!

If humans in the 40K era were all shouting "For the Centaur Golden Ring!" as they charged towards the enemy...

The wish for the deceased became, "May your soul return to the golden ring."

Those crazy women, the Battle Nun, all transformed into Horus, the Emperor, shouting "Thirty-year Centaur Gold Ring!"

Unacceptable!!!

Luojia Luojia!

You absolutely must develop the national religion!

You absolutely must keep your mouth and teeth clean!!!

Kasgar was filled with immense anticipation for the Primarch he was about to meet.

He must help Luojia return to the right path and first establish the state religion!

Otherwise, if a cult of centaurs were to develop in the future and replace the state religion...

Kasgar: Maybe I should just let Fugrim kill me with one blow.

"Your charm is truly amazing."

"My brother became your loyal friend in just a few days after meeting you, and he was so sad that his hair changed color when he saw you off."

On the gunboat Firebird.

Seeing that Kasgar had fallen silent, Fugrim sat down beside him and said with a smirk.

There seemed to be a hint of sourness in his tone.

It's unclear whether she was unhappy that Casca stole her thunder, or simply because Casca was too popular.

Fugrim was somewhat conflicted.

On one hand, her promotion of the Centaur Gold Ring throughout the empire was naturally intended to make Casca as popular within the empire as she was.

On the other hand, when Casca became too popular, she also felt a very deep unease.

Being too popular isn't good either.

Fugrim recalled the teasing that Phyllis had made about him and Kasgar some time ago.

The Steel Hand seems to really like Kasgar. If it weren't for the connection with Fugrim, the other party might have been willing to let him stay with the Steel Hand indefinitely.

Not long ago, Magnus had been inviting Casca to stay on Prospero for a while longer, or even to remain there to study witchcraft.

How come everyone who's a real person is now eyeing Casca!

Fugrim was somewhat anxious.

This is not possible!

Fortunately, most of the originals were brothers, with very few sisters.

Aside from her and Philus of the Tenth Legion, there was only the Primarch of the Ninth Legion who was studying in the Horus Fleet.

Saint Gilles.

Wait, are they about to rendezvous with the Horus fleet?

"What's wrong, Fugrim?"

Casca was somewhat embarrassed.

The other person stared at Casca with eyes as clear as amethyst, without saying a word.

This inevitably increased the pressure on him.

Could it be that I did something to upset her?

its not right!

He spent the entire time with Magnus and the other Thousand Sons.

Are all the girls male?

"nothing."

Fugrim tilted her head, and her fragrant, silvery-white hair cascaded down in front of Kasgar as she swayed.

Looking at the holographic screen on the other side, she spoke slowly.

"We will soon encounter the Horus fleet."

“And I remember that Primarch Sangilius of the Ninth Legion was among them.”

"I've heard that she's incredibly beautiful. Many people who have seen her say that Saint Gilles is even more beautiful than the phoenix of the Empire, Fugrim."

"I want to know, Casca, what are you thinking?"

Some even claimed that Saint Gilles was more beautiful and aesthetically pleasing than Fugrim.

It's said that it's dropped to second place in the ranking of beauty in the universe.

Fugrim was somewhat unsure about this claim.

Questions about death.

Kasga closed his eyes in despair.

how to answer?

You are so beautiful, even angels cannot compare to you.

and many more!

He remembered saying that last time, and then Fugrim severely punished him with the excuse that "you've never even seen him, so what makes you think he's inferior to me?"

Casgar recalled the mistake he made last time.

Or are you seeking off-field assistance?

What about the emperor's son?

Where are my imperial son's subordinates?

Commander Vespa closed his eyes and quietly lay back on his chair.

Pretending to be asleep.

You can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.

Then look at the other commander, Ador.

She quickly turned her head to the other side, looking at the scenery outside the gunboat.

Where is Commander Abdron?

It seems he's in charge of the fleet aboard the flagship Imperial Pride.

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