Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"Brother, the goddess said that beyond the sky is the universe, and the ground is actually a sphere. Won't we fall down?"

Two young children, a boy and a girl, were sitting cross-legged in the car, talking.

They were twin orphans, and no one knew who their parents were.

Even though neither of them had any deformities and both had pale but regular faces, they were still abandoned.

Until the arrival of the goddess.

She led them to the dwelling place of God, Carax.

The goddess said that there, not only would no one force them to work, but sick people would not be thrown outside; instead, they would be sent to a place called "hospital".

The hospital is amazing.

As long as you stay in the hospital, you will get better and you won't die.

And she even brought them candy!

candy!

It was a delicious thing, and the goddess even told them that the taste was called sweet.

She also promised the children that in Carax, someone would take care of them, the orphans, and they would have lots and lots of candy to eat and lots and lots of interesting stories to tell them.

Moreover, the people there would never whip them.

That's enough, that's good enough.

"Brother, brother!"

"The goddess also said that the spaceship can take us to the sky, but what is a spaceship?"

The girl still remembered the story that the approachable, tall deity had told them.

A spaceship, that's a kind of vessel, like a bird that can soar through the sky?

That's what the goddess said at the time.

But what is a bird?

The goddess also said that birds are winged animals that can fly in the sky.

So, Uncle Wenz is actually a bird.

But he was a "mutant hybrid," and no one wanted to get close to him, saying that his hands had turned into wings because he had secretly learned "dark magic."

Are wings really a good thing?

Children always have endless questions.

"Children, what are you talking about?"

She only shut her mouth and curled up when the officer escorting their group came closer.

His older brother, who was very precocious, stood up and bowed respectfully to the officer.

"I'm sorry, sir, we'll shut up now."

The other party was the leader of this team, and the other goddess's messengers all called him "commander".

His appearance alone reveals that he has a handsome face without any changes, and his jet-black hair stands in stark contrast to the sparse hair of his other uncles.

"Don't be afraid, I was just asking casually."

The man smiled.

The goddess's messengers are always smiling.

This is an expression that was rarely seen before.

When other adults encountered them, they mostly wore stern faces and disdainfully sprinkled some starch crumbs on them as they begged.

That's considered a good situation. Most of the time, they just yell at them to get lost, and some with bad tempers even kick them away.

"Also, you don't need to call me sir, just call me Brother Casca."

Perhaps seeing that Casca wasn't angry, the younger sister mustered up her courage and asked after a moment of preparation.

"Brother Nacasga, do you know what a spaceship is?"

"A spaceship!"

Casca sat down beside the children, pondering how to phrase it: “The spaceship is like the car you’re sitting in, but faster, bigger, and it can fly.”

"At that time, we will be able to travel around the world in our spaceships and help children like you who are suffering, without fear of being hindered by storms and radiation."

"Yay! Spaceship! I want to fly a spaceship!"

A strange light shone in the girl's eyes.

If she can fly into the sky in her spaceship, she will definitely sprinkle candy on the children below so that they can also experience the taste of sweetness.

“You will be able to fly it, little one,” Casca replied with a smile. “When you grow up, you can become a captain and fly a spaceship.”

Kasga smiled and patted the girl's head, then turned to the silent boy beside her.

"Little friend, what about you?"

What do you want to be in the future?

"Sir, the reconnaissance team's oracle detection results show that dozens of unknown signals are approaching the convoy at high speed from the right side. It is speculated that they are likely scavengers coming to plunder."

As the group chatted, a patrol officer quickly approached them.

"Okay. I knew they would come."

Casca stood up and dusted himself off.

"Have the reconnaissance team retreat first, and notify the first and second fire support teams to stand by."

"All guards from Groups One to Four, follow me on the motorcycles to engage in battle. Group Five, prepare to come to the rescue if the situation becomes critical.

It's not surprising that scavengers would target them.

Meat, slaves.

These mutants may have been exposed to some radiation, but they are still flesh and blood and can still work.

For the Surfars living in the terrifying wasteland, this was the most delicious feast.

Even if there is no harvest, the dead companions can still be eaten.

This is how they survive in the wasteland.

"The big bad guys are coming!"

The two children clung to the metal railing of the car, looking at the dust and smoke rising in the distance.

Chapter 14 Little Captain (Part 2)

As dust rose, several dark dots appeared on a patch of yellowish sand dunes, growing larger and larger.

“wooooololololo—!”

They shouted discordant, primitive war cries as they rode motorcycles made from scrap heaps of waste, their engines humming and roaring across the ground strewn with rubble and gravel.

"Enemy is nearing the limit of effective firing range. Fire team, switch to laser rifles and prepare to fire."

Because they needed to carry a large number of refugees, the metal carts that Casca and his group chose were barely faster than running.

It's practically impossible to shake off these annoying flies just by speed.

"shooting!"

With Kasgar's command, a dozen crimson laser beams shot through the dust towards the small black dot in the distance.

Although very few of the fires actually hit the enemy, and even those that did hit were rarely fatal to the heavily armored motorcycle units.

This is what a flashlight looks like.

However, killing is never Casgar's goal. A barrage of fire, enough to provide suppression, is sufficient.

"Now, the escort team and I will ride our motorcycles together and flank them from the side!"

There are also differences between motorcycles.

Compared to those roaring, seemingly collapsing piles of scrap metal, their Carax assault mobile unit was like gods descended from heaven.

These off-road motorcycles, personally designed and improved by Fugrim, are highly adaptable to the environment of Chemos, traversing sand and gravel with ease and maintaining their speed.

A skilled craftsman can be worth a hundred skilled swordsmen.

Fortunately, Fugrim is both.

As he stepped on the gas and closed in on his opponent, Casca couldn't help but think this.

Facing the astonished Surfa people not far away, he pulled out the flaming pistol from his left hand.

A master-crafted incendiary pistol, custom-made for Casca by Fugrim using disassembled materials from incendiary weapons and reverse-engineered.

perfectly worked.

There was no intention to show off.

With a dull, solid hum and a deafening explosion, the unfortunate Surfaman and his beloved wild motorcycle burst into vapor, buried beneath the rubble and sand of Chemos.

Although the Surfa people are known for their fierce attacks and high mobility, they are among the most troublesome nomadic groups.

However, when facing the Casca, whose weaponry is a level above theirs, it is undoubtedly a case of modern troops brutally beating primitive people.

After their mobile units set off, the originally brave and skilled Surfa people were riddled with bullets before they could even get close, falling one after another to the enemy's superior weaponry and firepower.

In the absence of sorcery and force field shields, the superior firepower theory is often much more effective.

"All visible Surfa motorized units have been completely annihilated."

"Reconnaissance team, report the latest battle situation."

Casgar calmly put the pistol back into its holster.

However, before he could even feel happy for a moment, bad news came through the communication device.

"No, sir!"

"More motorized units are approaching your location!"

"The number of people rapidly approaching our troops is increasing, and even on our left side, a large number of unknown signals are appearing!"

"And further ahead! There are more unknown readings ahead; it's very likely that the Surfa have ambushed their main force here!"

The situation is not good.

"It seems they've mobilized their entire force."

Upon hearing this, Kasgar frowned: "Send a signal to notify Fugrim to come to our aid."

The motorcyclists appearing on their right side generally represent the entire attacking force.

Normally, the raids of the Surfas consisted of this: using their highly mobile motorized units to seize slaves and goods, and relying on their mobility to escape before the main enemy force arrived.

Shoot and run.

This tactic also made it difficult for him and Fugrim to find shelter in the harsh surface environment of Chemos.

But now, the entire tribe has mobilized almost all of its fighting force, including mutants, cultists, and swordsmen without mobility equipment, just to ambush them.

Have all these Surfa people gone mad?

Risking exposure just to intercept this shipment of refugees?

"Prophet, what other instructions does God have?"

The leader of the Surfars is a heavily modified mutant.

Scars and mutations covered his hideous face, and even the use of mechanical parts as a disguise could not hide his horrifyingly distorted appearance.

As for the prophet he inquired about, she was thin and frail with hardly any flesh on her body, yet she was adorned with countless gold and red ornaments, much like a beautiful dancer.

Her face was obscured by a curtain made of numerous gold ornaments, making it impossible to see her features clearly.

If she weren't standing here, it would be hard to imagine that she was a scavenger from a cannibal tribe.

"God praises your piety, child."

The prophet's voice was so clear it didn't sound like that of an old man.