Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

I don't understand.

But God is always right.

"I don't know what kind of person would have a nail driven into their head, but that young god is currently living as a gladiator in the local arena and has made good relations with the other gladiators."

Having become a gladiator, have you already mingled with the other gladiators?

It seems there isn't much time available.

If Casca wants to save him before he gets Butcher's Spike, he'd better hurry.

"Also, what is the level of technology in Nukelia? Did you find out that their anesthetics can paralyze Primals?"

".cannot."

After a moment of silence, Irele spoke.

Nukelia is an extremely ordinary hive world with only a few remnants of technology from the Dark Ages.

Like countless other ordinary nests in the world, this world called Nukelia is nothing new.

"Seeing that you're really worried, we got some anesthetic drugs from the local black market."

As she spoke, Irelia gestured to a waiter to bring over a bottle of potion.

"this one."

“A creation so inferior that it cannot be compared to the poison of our depraved compatriots.”

The "fallen brethren" she referred to were the Dark Eldar, a master of poison.

"Since you also saw that Angron was a child god, why was he drugged and dragged into becoming a gladiator by this thing, and couldn't even escape?"

When Casca asked her a question, she fell silent.

Yes.

why?

It's strange. If these human creations are so inferior, how do they control human demigods?

".I don't know either."

Irele could only shrug helplessly.

"Forget it, I'll investigate this myself later."

Casca waved his hand and put the anesthetic from Nukelia back on the waiter's plate.

The reason he didn't let Iriel go to rescue Angron was also quite simple.

When Angron was just a three-year-old child, he was fighting the Eldar.

Although he's currently in a terrible state, Kasga is genuinely afraid that this guy might suddenly awaken a bloodline and wipe out all the Eldar pirates he's painstakingly swindled—no, earned—from.

"We are about to head to Melchior to join the Primarchs of the other Legions."

"You must stay far enough away, and make sure they don't discover your presence."

"After dealing with the Nephilim, I will board your pirate warship on a gunboat, and we will head to Nukelia together."

"Yes, thanks to the Phoenix King's grace."

With that, she winked at Kasgar and turned to walk toward the magnificent central compartment of the Eldar warship behind her.

"And Iriel."

"I am not a god."

Melchior Star.

With the hum of the warp engines shutting off and the power engines revving, the Imperial Pride completed her warp jump and headed to the final battlefield against the Nephilim.

"Warp complete!"

"Scanning the surrounding environment."

The flagship, having just completed its warp jump, is at its most vulnerable moment, lacking external information and the assistance of escort ships.

Looking at the cluster of fluorescent green 3D projection devices in the center, the crew members' expressions were undeniably solemn.

As the scan continued, soon a flagship with distinct features of the human empire appeared on the side of the Imperial Pride in the projection.

It is the angel's red tear.

Their fleet was the first to arrive here.

At this moment, the ship is quietly hovering in the void, confronting the alien warship on the distant planet Melchior.

"Phew, at least everything's alright. Notify all crew members to lower the alert level."

"Sound array master, prepare to establish communication with the Holy Blood Angel Legion."

Fortunately, the Emperor's Pride is still very close to the enemy's warship. Kaska can see the power engines on the belly and keel of the Red Tear, humming in the vacuum where he can't hear them.

Perhaps the Nephilim were wary of the angels' terrifying fighting power, and thus dared not approach even a fraction of an inch.

They were left to remain isolated in Melchior's orbit, hoping to rely on their homeland's surface defenses for a final stand.

Or perhaps they savor the last moments before their complete annihilation, clinging to life in a state of utter despair.

Who cares what these aliens are thinking?

Didot.

The communication from the Blood Angels was established the instant the warp was completed.

Their speed far exceeded the expectations of the Emperor's Son fleet.

It was as if the enemy was guarding this Mandeville point, waiting for the arrival of other Primarch fleets.

[From Saint Gilles to Expeditionary Fleet Twenty-Eight:]

I am boarding the gunship and will soon be heading inside the Imperial Pride for a war council meeting.

"But can't a wartime meeting be held normally as long as the communication system establishes a connection?"

Kasga looked around with some confusion.

"Who knows?"

Suddenly, from the boarding platform of the Red Tear, a fiery red gunboat bearing a blood-stained insignia sped toward their Imperial Pride at an almost fleeing speed.

When Saint Gilles arrived, he didn't even bring many guards.

After fighting for so long, Radoron and Azcalon both ended up leaving the angels in the flagship to command the Blood Angels.

As for her?

She couldn't stand being in that Holy Blood Angel Legion for even a second longer!

Chapter 131 Raum: I'm super, box!

"finally."

The moment Saint Gilles stepped aboard the Imperial Pride, a long-lost sense of peace and tranquility returned to his heart.

Even the people standing on the tarmac to greet him seemed so kind and well-mannered to Sanguis.

That...that's the breath of a normal person!

The aura of a normal human being, completely different from that of the Holy Blood Angels!

She felt a pang of nostalgia.

A smile forced onto Saint-Gilles's weary face.

How miserable.

Standing in front of the main bridge of the warship, Casgar couldn't help but feel a moment of silence for Saint Gilles.

While the legion's combat effectiveness has indeed improved, the price paid is far too high to accept.

Even now, they haven't found even a moment's peace.

The communication device was still transmitting anxious and doubtful questions from the Holy Blood Angel.

[Mother! Why didn't you take us with you as guards when you went to the Emperor's Son's flagship?!]

[What if there's a traitor within the Imperial Prince's Legion who wants to harm you?]

We are extremely worried about your safety, Mother!

[The gunboats from the Holy Blood Angels are about to arrive—]

"Need not."

Saint Gilles nearly lost his temper.

But the next moment, after taking a deep breath, she gave him a bright smile.

"I am safe on the Emperor's Pride. The next step for the Blood Angels should be to consider how to cooperate in completing the operation against Melchior."

"But! Mother, we are really worried about you—"

"Little mouth—!"

Saint Gilles pouted and said somewhat impatiently.

Shut up!

The unanimous response came from the Ninth Army.

Then came a uniform silence.

Click.

Saint-Gilles quickly cut off communications.

Finally, the harassing phone calls from the Holy Blood Angels came to an end.

I'm sorry to have made you all laugh.

Seeing the half-hearted smiles on the faces of those around him, Saint Gilles gave a deeply apologetic one.

It seems that due to the mutation of the Blood Angel gene seed, all Astartes in the entire legion develop a strong dependence on the angel.

Once it comes to Saint Gilles, the originally brave and fearless Holy Blood Angels are reduced to a bunch of mama's boys.

Is this considered a genetic defect?

Casca seriously doubts this.

However, judging from the Blood Angels' achievements, this decrease in intelligence seems to occur only in daily interactions within the legion and does not affect their combat capabilities.

The Blood Angels, who fight alongside angels to some extent, possess combat power far exceeding that of other Astartes.

Inspired by the angels, their achievements far surpassed those of the pathetic Legion of Word Bearers.

The Emperor enjoyed the spoils of the Great Expedition, while the Angel suffered the consequences of the Legion's internal flaws.

“Lord Saint Gilles,” Casca asked, stepping forward with some confusion, “since it is you, why don’t you do something to stop their fanatical faith?”

The Holy Blood Angels Legion has always been absolutely loyal to Saint Gilles.

If Saint Gilles really wanted to control this Primarch worship trend, it shouldn't be too difficult.

“I also considered this approach, but ultimately gave up on it.”

Saint Gilles replied.

"They've suffered enough."

"Before they met me, they fought in the harshest conditions and suffered unfair contempt and disdain from others, even being humiliated as ghouls."

The Ninth Army Corps has always had a difficult path to its formation.

Unlike other legions that have extremely strict requirements on the genetic purity of their candidates, the Blood Angels' gene seed is open to almost everyone, even deformed mutants.

(I'm not sure if I should ask, but is it okay for long-eared demi-humans to be like this?)

These people, who came from the lowest of backgrounds and were even considered inhuman by others, were all transformed into handsome and physically strong Space Marines after being assimilated by the Ninth Legion.

From then on, the Ninth Legion could recruit a large number of qualified candidates from any planet, thus rapidly replenishing its combat manpower.

This advantage, however, brought them not courtesy and preferential treatment, but a series of relentless nightmares.