Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"The good news is that since the inhabitants have not come into contact with the space civilization, they are likely to be extremely devout when Luojia and Huaiyan descend from space."

"The key lies in devout faith."

Luo Jia agreed with Kasga's words.

The good news for the Word Bearers is that their gene seeds are highly adaptable; as long as they are devout enough, they can keep producing units indefinitely.

"In that case, I agree with your point of view and will make this small planet our joint fleet's expedition target."

"However, I still have some questions—does such a feudal civilization, which has not yet developed space weapons, really need a joint fleet composed of space warriors from our three legions?"

He is in a hurry.

As the Primarch of the Word Bearers, he now wants his legions to rapidly increase their numbers and catch up with Horus's progress.

When the emperor praises you, you can also show off in front of him.

Now, they're using three Astartes fleets to deal with a feudal world—it's like using a lance to kill a mosquito.

"two."

"Luojia, the Ninth Legion will not participate in the military operation against Melchior for the time being."

Saint Gilles reminded him.

After all, they are a ghoul army.

If the Ninth Legion were to actually come to the surface of the planet and start fighting, there would be no population or civilization left on Sagan.

Before they arrived, this place was a thriving feudal civilization.

After they arrived, this place was a lush, pristine world.

Even if the Ninth Legion did arrive, it would be impossible to get them to commit their forces to it.

"Of course, of course."

If it were truly just a feudal civilization planet, sending a small squad of Space Marines would be enough to bring the entire planet's rulers under their control.

Instead of deploying a combined fleet as is the case now.

"It's normal to have doubts about this, because our strategic enemy has never been human civilization on this planet."

Kaska paused for a moment, feigning suspense.

"Instead, it is the alien civilization that controls these inhabitants at a deeper level—the Nephilim."

The Philistine.

An extremely dangerous alien civilization capable of deeply controlling humanity.

"Our real goal is to eliminate them."

Chapter 125: Is it really open just because it's open?

The Ninth Legion's battle barges, the vampire legion's battleships.

"Did you hold it down!?"

"He's getting stronger! His strength seems even greater than during his usual training!"

"Quick! Turn off the chainsaw in his hand!"

"You two bald guys... I'm going to blast you apart!"

"Scatter them all!"

Listening to Amit, who was pinned down beneath them, still screaming even though he was exhausted, Radolon and Azcaron felt a sense of inexplicable confusion.

"Damn it, what the hell is wrong with this guy?!"

"We're about to meet the Primarch, so why are there more and more unclean things within the Legion?"

Why is it always the Ninth Army that suffers so many misfortunes?

Soon they would meet the Primarch, but the atmosphere within the Legion showed no signs of improvement, which greatly worried the two commanders.

What the Ninth Legion didn't know was that there was a reason why the Emperor decided not to let the angels see his legion immediately.

On the one hand, it gives Saint Gilles ample time to study, and on the other hand, it gives these Ninth Legion ghouls a chance to reform themselves.

Let them try to suppress it, and eventually eliminate their own blood-hunting deficiency.

(In fact, the emperor had known about the existence of Bloodthirst for a long time.)

(After all, even Doraemon could eliminate the side effects, so even if he couldn't eliminate them at the time, he couldn't possibly know about the existence of Bloodthirstlessness.)

(But you know, he never says it.)

(This terrified the angels.)

Unfortunately, the Ninth Army failed.

Not only are they unable to escape the influence of the blood, but they also tend to become increasingly entangled in it.

For some unknown reason, they even experience hallucinations of seeing the people around them as Horus.

Although the hallucination is currently very mild.

But who knows, maybe one day the illusion will engulf the entire legion?

Radolon thought of the bald head in his hallucination, shining like Horus.

Ugh!

How could that bald guy be so mean!

After suppressing Amit for several minutes, Radolon could feel that the reaction in his body seemed to be lessening.

".woke up?"

"Phew—what's wrong with me?"

"who knows?"

Azcalon, standing beside him, punched his shoulder armor in an annoyed manner.

"You suddenly charged at us like a madman, and the chainsaw in your hand almost took us both with you."

"Haha, sorry, I don't know why this happened either."

He gave an awkward, forced laugh.

"Ah, thank you."

After disarming the opponent's chainsaw blades, Amit took the hand that Radoron reached out and pulled himself up from the floor.

"Let's install it another time. We're heading to the vicinity of Colchis to meet the Primarchs soon, and it's too dangerous right now."

"Hmph, Primarch? I don't care about Primarchs or anything like that."

"If she's a coward, I'd love to break away from her and go it alone!"

Amit spat, showing his disdain for the Primarch's existence.

"Amit, what do you mean by this?"

Commander Radoron expressed his dissatisfaction with Amit's disrespectful behavior towards the Primarch.

"What do you mean? You know that our Ninth Legion's gene seeds can be used by both men and women. Don't you know what that means?"

"female!"

"Our Primarch was a woman!"

"Do you think she can keep our Ninth Legion in this fighting style?"

"Are they still just like the Third Legion's sons of the Emperor, always spouting nonsense about diplomacy and peace, but never daring to fight?"

As he spoke, Amit grinned widely, completely lacking in class.

The Ninth Legion is indeed adaptable to all genders, even to mutants whose mutation levels are not too high.

However, in such a brutal environment where the strong prey on the weak, only one in ten female warriors of the ghoul army could survive.

Very few women could survive in such an extremely bloodthirsty environment.

Even when eligible young women on Terra undergo genetic testing, more imperial bureaucrats choose to classify women as either the Emperor's Sons or the Hand of Steel.

After all, the ghoul army's infamy was simply too great.

“I don’t care what you think, but we’re about to meet the Primarch, and I hope that as the company commander of the Legion, you can show the Primarch a little more respect.”

Ladoron continued to patiently persuade him.

"who cares."

"If the Primarch is still acting like a little girl who hasn't grown up, then don't blame me for turning against her!"

snort!

Even if the Primarch possesses immense power, so what?

Amit showed disdain for the Primarch he was about to meet.

He would rather his Legion's Primarch be a ruthless, tough guy who could execute eleven kills.

He also didn't want to see the entire legion become effeminate like the Emperor's son, spending every day thinking about how to improve their own painting and music skills!

He would rather his original body was an ugly, burly man with tubes inserted into the back of his head!

Instead of a woman rumored to have magnificent white feathered wings and hailed as the most beautiful woman in the entire Empire, they became their Primarch!

Without the fighting spirit, how can the Ninth Legion contend with other legions in the Great Expedition? How can it stand firm in the brutal and fierce battles?

She will never, ever gain the approval of Amit, the "Flesh-Tearer"!

At this point, there are still ten Terra days and nine Terra standard hours until [Flesh Tearer] Amit becomes the Angel's most loyal junior.

The Emperor's Pride

"Nephilim. What is that?"

"An extremely difficult alien civilization to deal with."

Kasgar explained, "The Sagan we see in the data is just one of the colonies controlled by this alien civilization."

"And all the human inhabitants on it are very likely already under the control of the Nephilim."

"Wait a moment. Commander Casgar, please forgive my bluntness."

"I apologize for interrupting your speech, but there is no information in the existing Imperial database to support your point of view regarding anything you have said."

A motorist appeared in front of the projection on the other side.

That was a mechanical sage from the Twenty-Eighth Expeditionary Fleet, who had been participating in meetings within the system.

Faced with Luo Jia's speech, he, as a sage of the Mechanic Church, couldn't get a word in edgewise.

At this moment, upon hearing Kasgar mention an alien creature he had never encountered before, the Mechanicus Sage stepped forward, puzzled, and spoke up.

The discovery of the Sagan star system, a nearby target galaxy for expeditions, is one of their research findings.

In their long-range observations of this planet, they found no evidence of any alien civilization existing in the atmosphere.

"This does not match your point of view, Commander Casgar."

"Indeed. Under normal circumstances, what I'm saying would be nothing but nonsense."

Casca smiled and said, "But as a member of the Mechanicus of our Twenty-Eighth Expeditionary Fleet, I think you should understand the absolute accuracy of my prophetic abilities."

The Nephilim were merely a prophecy of Casca.

But strangely enough, his predictions never failed.

"real.?"

Saint Gilles turned his head toward Fugrim, who was standing to the side, somewhat incredulously.

As a Primarch who also possesses psychic prophetic abilities, only Saint Gilles knows just how powerful this ability is.

Countless possible scenarios would also flash through her mind.

The prophecy is very simple.

However, it is almost impossible to always choose the right path from prophecies.