Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

It was a blasphemous creature summoned by reckless sacrifice and dark magic, a monster that treated the truth of the Empire as worthless paper, a fiery red undead, raising its blade and chain whip at the two men.

She recognized one of the two demon fighters; he was Kasgar of the Emperor's Sons Legion.

The other one was extremely tall and looked like a gladiator.

But his height tells Saint Gilles that he is a Primarch.

Even though the two worked together to fight the demon and almost reached a stalemate, they were still instantly overwhelmed by the nearly endless wave of the undead.

This prophecy foretells their deaths.

She could feel it.

This is not a prophecy, but a straightforward declaration.

The angel's bait, used to lure her, is found on this ancient planet covered in red sand.

Come here and fight us.

As the last line of consciousness appeared in her mind in small print, Saint Gilles felt the scenery before her eyes fade away once more.

Finally, the Holy Blood Angels who had been watching her intently reappeared in her field of vision.

call.

I'm finally back.

Saint Gilles thought to himself.

Today, there are more and more prophecies about this red sand land and that mysterious Primarch.

It seems that something important is about to happen there.

Is this reality?

silence.

The square, which had been filled with tens of thousands of people, was now shrouded in a deathly silence, as if it were completely empty.

Just when everyone thought the silence would continue indefinitely, someone finally spoke up at the very front of the line.

"You are Saint Gilles?"

"I object—"

He was the adjutant of Amit, the company commander of the 5th Company.

When they boarded the gunboat bound for the Imperial Pride earlier, Amit, fearing he might not return, insisted that his adjutant remain on the Red Tears.

He was also warned that if the Legion Primarch was just a pretty face, he must continue his will and persist in his resistance against her!

He naturally kept this matter in mind.

Even though he could see that everyone was now being manipulated by the Primarch, only he was capable of inheriting Amit's will—

Snapped!

With a burst of almost full speed, he quickly removed the other person's helmet and then instantly pressed it against their mouth.

Skillful.

This person was Amit.

At this moment, the two were exchanging glances frantically.

Adjutant: "Ugh! Ugh—"

What does this mean?

Amit: "Mother, please continue. I need to go and discuss some things with my adjutant for a bit, haha."

His smile was filled with the obsequious and even fawning expression that the former "Flesh Tearer" despised most.

"Excuse me."

Amit gave an extremely awkward smile, and with his adjutant beside him, fled the place as fast as he could.

adjutant:"."

adjutant:"?"

The Emperor's Pride

"woooooo"

"I'm not clean anymore."

Watching Fugrim relish the recording, Kasgar, as before, huddled in the corner, hugging his knees tightly, silently isolating himself.

Now, according to the plan to divide forces and attack the Nephilim in different directions, the thin-skinned angel has completed the leap to the new planet to besiege the Nephilim in a manner that is almost like an escape.

"In that case, after setting up surface defense facilities and preachers on Sagan, we should move on."

The Word Bearers and the Blood Angels are working hard, and we, the Sons of the Emperor, must also step up our efforts!

It might not just be the Blood Angels; after Saint Gilles was brought into the picture, all the junior students of the Ninth Legion became angels on steroids.

When they unleash their full combat power, it might be even more terrifying than Black Fury.

Not to mention that the number of people in these two legions far exceeds that of the Emperor's Sons.

"Our task is equally significant. The other two legions have already set off ahead."

"Imperial Pride, preparing to proceed to Mandeville Point for a warp jump."

"Our agreement with the other two legions is simple: while maintaining interstellar communication, we will strike as many Nephilim colonies as possible, and finally rendezvous on Melchior, the last home of the Nephilim."

"If there are no objections, I will immediately notify the fleet personnel to initiate the jump."

"Wait a minute, don't rush off, I have something to tell you."

Just then, Kasgar, who was about to stand up and notify the fleet crew members, was pulled back by Fugrim beside him.

"what?"

"No, it's a message from your good spirit pirates, Iriel and the others."

As she spoke, a hint of jealousy crept into Forgrim's voice.

"They have already found the coordinates of the planet you requested."

"I'm right, it's near the Extreme Starfield."

"It's that planet covered in red sand—Nukeria."

In fact, Yrel, who came to the Eldar in the Ark, was already a seasoned seafarer who could freely traverse various routes and warp storms.

Even though she was considered a young person within the Ark Spirit Race, the experience she had accumulated on her path was still more impressive than the best and most experienced navigators on the Empire's side.

Previously, they couldn't show themselves because the other Primarchs and Legions were all together.

Now that the Primarchs of the other Legions have all gone to different battlefields, the Eldar pirates have naturally returned to report on the situation.

"Very good. Very good."

In Casca's mind, he already had a plan for his next move.

"Once the matter with the Nephilim is settled, and Luo Jia and Huai Yan are certain that there will be no problems, I will make a trip there."

Angron is currently the most promising Primarch.

Regarding his previous conversation with the Emperor, Casgar did not agree with the Emperor's pessimistic attitude.

Now that he knows the outcome and how things will turn out, he should be able to change it!

If the Emperor feels he can't change things, then he'll save Angron for you!

It's impossible for Angron, who doesn't even have nails in his head, to rebel, right?

On the other side of the one who cherishes words.

The "Law of Faith" has been thoroughly compromised and riddled with holes.

Although the crew members who remained on the ship fought bravely and sacrificed their lives to hinder the Nephilim's efforts to seize control of the ships, and even annihilated the invaders in some battlegrounds.

However, these mortals are still too weak for some elite monsters that are too powerful and can only be dealt with by Space Marines.

Nothing could stop them from wreaking havoc throughout the ship's cabins.

Just like the Nephilim who infiltrated and breached the hibernation zone of the new recruits who had their genetic seeds implanted in the Law of Faith.

Seemingly able to sense the dormant enemies in the cabins, this alien creature, considered an elite among the Nephilim, aimed at the newly awakened Angerte and pulled the trigger of his gun.

Angeltai is about to die.

But at that very last moment, a mysterious golden light appeared before his eyes.

It was a centaur with a bow drawn to the moon, its entire body golden.

A constellation that symbolizes war in ancient Terran mythology.

However, the arrows in the centaur's hands do not seem to be for conquest.

Rather, it is for the purpose of creating some kind of connection.

Under the complex influence of people's beliefs, the duties of the Golden Centaur Spirit seem to have undergone a slight shift from conquest.

Or rather, He got a new part-time job:

— To act as a matchmaker.

It's like incorporating the duties of Cupid from ancient Terran mythology.

call out--

This arrow was less about harm and conquest.

It's more like a salvation, an attraction that transcends time and space.

Bah!

Angeltai's body instantly expanded rapidly, with countless bone-like spikes and scales protruding from his body.

Behind him, even in the center of the protruding bone spurs, a deep red wing-like membrane unfolded.

Brother, I'm here.

This time, I will definitely save you.

At that moment, a voice rang in his mind.

Power, immense power, instantly filled Angeltai's body and soul.

The sonic pulse that was supposed to hit Angeltai suddenly passed through his body, which had become somewhat ethereal, and unleashed a powerful destructive force towards the hibernation pod behind him.

The attack completely destroyed the compartment where Angelte had been, burying the mechanical priest who had just died along with the flying debris and metal fragments.

Now, it's Angeltai's time to attack.

Weapons are no longer important.

The claws extending from his fingers are divine weapons capable of tearing through any armor.

With a speed almost unimaginable to Angeltai, he pounced on the alien.

As if it had tens of thousands of years of combat experience, it instinctively raised the sharp claw on its right hand and swung it at the opponent.

Swish!

As easily as cutting tofu, the Naphoenix's eyes were filled with disbelief as his body was cut open.

It could never have imagined that a person could turn into a demon in an instant.

But that doesn't matter, since nobody cares what a dead alien is thinking.

"call."

Seeing that the alien was dead and the crisis was over, Angeltai finally had the chance to think about what had just happened.

I thought about it, but the result of my thinking seemed even more absurd.

do not know.

This was so bizarre for a new recruit that he couldn't even imagine what was happening to him.

"who are you?"

He tried asking himself the same question.