Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

wry smile.

She had also considered all the possibilities that might arise when she met with the Legion.

But no one expected that the meeting between the Ninth Legion and the Primarch would be like this.

"If it's convenient, I'll take my legion back to the Red Tear first."

It was almost the speed of an escape.

Saint Gilles, accompanied by the Ninth Legion of Astartes following behind, departed from the Imperial Pride.

Of course, they should now be called by their new name, the Holy Blood Angels.

Can understand.

Fugrim sighed as he watched the angel's wings flutter as it sped away.

If it were her, she would run even faster.

After all, if all the Astartes under her command were such extraordinary beings, Lady Astartes, who created the Space Marines, would surely die with her eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Was it all recorded?"

As for Casca, who remained on the observation deck, after receiving a positive reply, he finally revealed a smile of triumph.

whee.

That's right!

This is exactly what I want to see!

That's it!

I recorded all of these shameful acts by the Blood Angels.

If we have the opportunity in the future to ask them for some resources, how could we refuse?

And there's also Radoron, one of the three heroes of the expedition, right?

Watching the video of Radoron sitting on the ground crying and the bewildered angel beside him, a smile that was hard to suppress appeared on Casca's face.

That's really funny.

"Casca."

Fugrim, who had chased after Sanguis when he was about to flee, returned to the wrecked observation deck.

"The angel has returned to her flagship. Can our meeting be considered complete as planned?"

This is not normal.

Fugrim was not entirely convinced by this.

"Why don't I have this effect?"

She said angrily.

This is not fair!

Isn't she, Fugrim, beautiful?

As one of the most beautiful people in the empire, why was Saint Gilles the only one to receive such almost fanatical adoration?

But she doesn't have that level of liking?

As she spoke, her gaze fell upon the princes who were trying to dodge.

They were the ones who laughed the most when they saw the Ninth Army make a fool of themselves.

indeed.

Fugrim admits that angels have a slight edge in terms of approachability.

But she still couldn't swallow her anger.

No!

"Casca! You, step forward!"

Casgar: "?"

He stepped forward, somewhat bewildered.

In front of the other relieved sons of the emperor.

I disagree with your statement!

"unless."

Fugrim's cunning gaze fell upon Kasgar, as if he had been preparing his next killing move for a long time.

"You have to call me that too, just like they do."

what?

Are they coming for me?

Casca looked embarrassed.

Why did the boomerang get thrown at my head?

"Don't you want to say it?"

Fugrim was unusually frustrated by Kasgar's evasiveness.

"I understand."

"You look down on me. I don't have the gorgeous and noble wings of an angel, nor do I have her approachable gentleness."

"Wait, that's not what I meant!"

Casca wanted to refute him, but his words were so weak and powerless.

You don't even dare to call her "Mom," yet you dare to say you love her!

"I know that in your eyes I am not even comparable to an angel."

"The centaur gold ring we were promised was also fake. You actually—"

"Alright, alright, I'll call, I'll call!"

Fugrim's voice trembled slightly with a hint of a sob.

"it is good."

The sobbing in Forgrim's voice vanished instantly.

For a Primitive-level performance artist, this is nothing out of the ordinary.

"reporter."

She called out.

"Lord Fugrim, what are your orders?"

"The people recording from the observation deck responded excitedly."

These reporters didn't care which legion's Astartes was calling out; they just wanted to see an Astartes calling for its mother.

"Don't forget to record the video of Casca calling for its mother as well."

Then, with a wicked grin, she pinched his cheeks.

I looked at those who were writing even faster than before, their expressions even more excited.

For painters and photographers, inspiration is more abundant than if they had eaten ten thousand mushrooms of inspiration.

Fugrim!

You schemed against me!

"Come on, shout it out."

"What are you shouting about?"

"You know what to say, don't play dumb in front of me."

After so many years of companionship, Fugrim and Kasgar have come to understand each other.

But this isn't always a good thing.

"Haha."

Looking at the recording equipment in front of her and the painter's flowing brushstrokes, she felt the aggressive female entity behind her.

Kaska, who had harmed others, ultimately harmed himself, and smiled with relief.

On the triumphant journey of the future Emperor's Pride, another new collection will be hung.

I did it too.

That's fine.

【Red Tears】

After the engine slowly recharged, it started moving forward.

Shortly after their encounter, Radoron demanded that all the crew members remaining on the Red Tear clean the entire spaceship spotless!

This was the most urgent order from the commander, and all the decorations, weapons and items with a barbaric atmosphere on and off the Red Tear ship were thrown away!

Everything revolves around Saint Gilles!

"Mother, this is the glorious Queen's warship, the Red Tear, bestowed upon us by the Emperor."

As a company commander and commander of the Ninth Legion, Radolon naturally had the advantage of being close to Saint Gilles.

While other legion warriors could only follow behind angels, he was already standing beside Saint Gilles.

This inevitably drew envious, jealous, and hateful glances from countless Ninth Legion soldiers.

But Radolon didn't care about any of that.

Just call me Saint Gilles.

Faced with the legion's overly enthusiastic address, Saint Gilles could only respond with a smile and make the suggestion.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, she had become the mother of tens of thousands of children.

"Okay, Mother."

Radolon nodded in agreement and then continued his introduction.

"This area was designated as a gathering place for the legion's warriors after we received it."

"Ahead lies more Astartes of the Ninth Legion, awaiting your command."

After turning a corner, Sanguires was led by a large group of Space Marines to the front of a large open platform.

The angel was actually filled with despair at this.

Look at the Ninth Legion Space Marines just now, each displaying their unique skills.

She was filled with extreme fear at the prospect of encountering the remaining tens of thousands of Space Marines.

During his studies with Horus's fleet, he only taught Sanguiles' legions how to fight, logistically support, lead tactics, and the Thirty-Year Centaur Golden Ring Constellation Book (which Sanguiles did not want to learn).

She wasn't taught how to be a kindergarten teacher.

This time, amidst the gasps of the Ninth Legion, the tall and voluptuous Primarch walked to the very center and stood still.

"It's an honor to meet you all."

"The Ninth Legion, my Holy Blood Angels."

She introduced herself with a wry smile.

hiss--

hum.

Another bout of unnatural dizziness struck Saint-Gilles.

She felt the scenery around her changing rapidly, disappearing and rebuilding in a way she couldn't understand, eventually forming a dim red.

A fiery red sunset beneath a vast sky.

A huge demon is casting its shadow under the setting sun.