Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Touch the little hand.

"Hahaha"

Observe Horus's behavior.

Saint Gilles gave an awkward but polite smile.

Perhaps, compared to the Imperial Phoenix, Fugrim, his brother was no different in his ostentation.

"report!"

Ezekiel Abaddon, the company commander of Shadowmoon Wolves, pushed open the door to the room.

"Can't you learn to knock before opening the door?"

"Ezekiel—?!"

Horus quickly withdrew his hand behind his back, his voice rising higher and higher until he was almost roaring when he uttered Abaddon's name.

His tone was filled with deep anger.

"?"

This left the seasoned company commander somewhat bewildered, looking around in confusion.

But after a few breaths of silence, things calmed down again.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"It's the 28th Expeditionary Fleet."

"Their ships have been incorporated into our fleet, and guests from the Son of the Emperor have boarded our Vengeance."

"Okay, I'll come right away."

“Saint Gilles, get ready. We’re going to meet a new sister.”

"Hmm!"

"Okay, here we go."

Saint Gilles hesitated before standing up.

She seemed still somewhat shaken by the other person's weighty remarks.

The Soul of Vengeance, bridge.

"Welcome! Sisters Fugrim, how have you been?"

Horus greeted him with a smile.

"Thank you for your concern, Wolf God."

"Although it is far from the glorious achievements of Shadowmoon Wolf, our expedition has also yielded great results thanks to the desperate efforts of the soldiers of the Third Legion."

Fugrim’s gaze fell on the pure white wings behind Horus.

"Who is this——?"

Saint Gilles.

She followed Horus closely, silently observing the Primarchs and Space Marines from the Third Legion.

Of course, her presence could only ever be the focus of everyone's attention; there was no way she could be described as "silently" or "quietly".

Whether it's her enormous, flawless white wings or her infinitely charming face, she is someone no one can resist.

And it seems that her looks have met their only rival today.

“Saint-Gilles, Primarch of the Ninth Legion.”

Seeing that she couldn't escape everyone's attention, she stepped forward with a helpless smile and bowed to Fugrim.

At that very moment, Saint Gilles and Fugrim locked eyes.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated.

The two sisters of the human empire have now come together.

It seems that almost everyone within the empire is looking forward to the meeting of the two most charismatic figures in the history of the human empire.

What kind of sparks will fly if these two meet?

Is it one side admitting they are less attractive, or is it both sides vying for attention and putting on a good show of women fighting?

The usually busy Cambridge, at this moment, all eyes, whether on the helmsman, crew, or captain, were on these two.

If navigators have a spare moment to look at it, they might also focus their other two eyes on it.

"Gentlemen, may we move to another place for now?"

Horus laughed somewhat awkwardly.

Oh, right, it seems there's more to it than that.

It seems that Horus was also a beautiful Primarch in the Imperial records.

Alright, now all the most beautiful Primarchs of the Empire have arrived.

"Are you Casca's sister?"

After a long silence, Fugrim uttered a statement that left everyone puzzled.

"Otherwise, why would she look so much like him?"

As Fugrim spoke, he tentatively reached out and stroked the other's face.

broken.

Casgar seemed to realize what the problem was.

In his eyes, Saint Gilles was an angel with beautiful golden hair.

However, due to the influence of psychic energy, everyone's appearance when they see Saint Gillespie is exactly what they want to see.

"Wait, I have something to say."

"I see."

Fugrim glanced back and forth between Kasgar and Sanguis in disbelief.

The latter's eyes were also fixed on Casca, whom he had never met before but who instantly recognized his physical features, with some curiosity.

Perhaps Casgar wasn't the most powerful Space Marine.

Horus believed that only his company commander, Izekel Abaddon, deserved this honor.

But it must be said that Casgar seems to be the most perfect and unique one in the Space Marine Legion.

First of all, the fact that he can be the Primarch's husband already puts him ahead of everyone else.

Not to mention his prophetic abilities and command skills, comparable to those of Saint Gilles, in Primarch lore.

He also gained Philus's appreciation in mechanical development.

Not long ago, it even solved a problem on the psionic level that Magnus couldn't solve.

An existence that even Magnus was impressed by psionic knowledge!

He is proficient in almost everything and has always been a role model for many legions.

When he met the gazes of Horus and Saint Gilles, Kaska suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Don't you all know that Saint Gilles is actually blonde?"

!

what? !

Horus seemed to realize this too late.

"and many more!"

"Your Saint Gillespie doesn't have black hair? Nor does she wear a golden laurel wreath?"

Horus approached Kaska with a look of surprise and doubt.

He felt that his perception might have been somewhat flawed.

Long black hair. Golden laurel wreath.

这 是

At this moment, a stream of information began to flood the minds of everyone present.

"Uh, okay, let's talk about this later."

When a mortal crew member suddenly approached Horus, the Primarch seemed to realize something and awkwardly straightened up, addressing the group.

"My navigator has informed me that the biggest guest at this Primarch gathering will be making an appearance soon."

Primarch alone is certainly not enough.

Currently, there is still one person who is most important and must be present when the Primarch returns.

Just as he was thinking this, a huge warship shining with golden light, accompanied by countless escort fleets of all sizes, appeared from the side and rear in the view of the huge observation deck in front of the main bridge.

"Notify the navigator to follow the ship ahead and complete the warp jump together."

Horus knew that this was the flagship he had been waiting for.

Expeditionary Fleet No. 1.

A vehicle belonging to a human emperor.

Emperor's Fantasy.

Previously: The horoscope book made those remarks while Horus was fully conscious!

Chaos: Kids, we didn't do anything, he just babbled on and on.

Chapter 116 The Last Church

past.

Holy Terra, Redstone Church.

A stormy midnight.

Father Uriah stood alone, a flickering candle in his withered, aged hand, trembling slightly in the cold wind.

In the center of the church altar, there is a broken bronze pocket watch.

The glass on its surface was broken, and even though the delicate hands were intact, it stopped moving and remained frozen just before 12 o'clock.

This clock was stolen by Father Uriah from a palace that housed thousands of clocks before he converted to God's teachings.

He remembered the curses from the craftsmen behind him at that time—

This clock possesses its own extraordinary power.

It is silently counting down to the end of the world; it will only sound when humanity's final moments arrive.

Apart from that, the interior of the church is quite simple: a long, narrow hall runs through it, with old wooden benches on both sides, and a staircase at each end leading to the upper floor.

This church used to be a place where believers came and went in a constant stream.

Amidst endless wars and the chaos of warlord conflicts across the world, desperate humanity gathers here.

They prayed to an all-powerful God who could save them from the mire of despair and misfortune.

But now, there is no need to pray anymore.

Terrana was deeply divided, and the war-torn land has now been unified.

A new ruler defeated all the previous warlords, dictators, and tyrants, ending the centuries-long war that had raged on this land.

When God has already descended to earth, people no longer need God's salvation.

As a result, the Leishi Church was ridiculed and abandoned.

Only Father Uriah remained, standing guard in the storm.

Thunder and lightning.

The stained glass window was briefly illuminated, and the image of the golden-armored guard slaying the silver dragon in the painting, despite the erosion of countless years, still displayed his lifelike bravery.