Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Just as Casca was inwardly alarmed and preparing to dodge in another direction, the fair and slender wrist of the Holy Blood Angel, filled with almost infinite power, grabbed his neck.

Casca, send it!

Perhaps he could barely hold out for a move or two against someone like Luo Jia.

However, if someone of Sanguinius's combat prowess, capable of tearing apart a Primarch, were to fight Kasgar in a fit of rage...

Haha, then he's doomed.

"Well"

The powerful grip from Saint Gilles made him unable to utter a single word.

"What happened? How did he sneak in?"

"Can't you tell? It's your Rand assault boat!"

Azcalon roared angrily at the careless Radoron.

This is it, everything is ruined.

The secret of the Holy Blood Angels Legion can no longer be kept.

"You're stalking me."

She brought her face close to Casca and spoke slowly and deliberately.

That breathtaking beauty was right before Casca's eyes.

But he didn't have the time to appreciate it.

This was completely different from the kind and gentle Saint Gilles we usually knew.

It was an extremely cold tone and gaze, just as her grip on Saint Gilles' hand tightened and continued to increase.

"You shouldn't be here."

"Cough cough."

Finally, she loosened her grip on Casca slightly for a moment.

Now we can finally catch our breath for a moment.

"As far as I know, Casca is not a daring thief."

Having temporarily calmed his initial extreme anger, Saint Gilles continued to stare coldly at him.

If it were anyone else, Saint Gilles might have genuinely considered silencing them.

But Casca's identity is just too special.

As the husband of the Primarch of the Third Legion, if he were to encounter trouble at the Blood Angels' territory, Fugrim would absolutely not let it go.

After weighing the options, Saint Gilles ultimately decided to let him go for the time being.

That just means you had a pretty good first impression of me.

"What's going on?"

"Why has this Holy Blood Angel become like this?"

Casca asked the question knowing the answer already.

He looked at the blood-thirsty Holy Blood Angel with some fear.

The other party looked extremely terrifying, like a legendary vampire.

Surprisingly, the thirst for blood was not completely eradicated even after Saint Gilles' gender transformation.

Perhaps loving angels can indeed suppress thirst to some extent, but it is ultimately a temporary solution.

"This is an internal matter for our legion, and it's none of your business."

"Don't you need it?"

A smile appeared on Casca's lips.

"I'm here to help."

At that moment, golden-red flames erupted once again from Casca's arm.

"Wait! Mother, we can't trust this guy who sneaked in!"

Azcalon shouted.

"He will leak all the secrets of our legion! Then, then—"

What will happen then?

Casca looked puzzled and asked.

“Casga, you may not know what a genetic defect means for a legion.”

Saint Gilles had heard of the legend that the psionic flames in Casca's hands could cure all diseases.

But she didn't believe that such mysterious witchcraft could cure the bloodthirst, an innate genetic defect rooted in the legion.

Even Sanguires himself couldn't fix this flaw, let alone a mere Space Marine like Kasgar.

"If the Emperor finds out about all this, he might very well wipe out our entire legion—"

Casca had no idea what this meant.

Once the Emperor learns of their Holy Blood Angels—

"Oh, you mean this? He already knew that."

As he spoke, Casca pulled a small envelope from his person.

“Here, this is the letter he gave you. It says he wants me to help you cure the genetic defect in the legion.”

"Varied--"

Previously, it was on the flagship of the Imperial Dream.

[The damage Luo Jia did to the empire by remaining loyal was greater than if he had defected to a traitor.]

The Emperor's words plunged Casgar into a long silence.

A startling reality.

Although it sounds alarming, upon closer inspection, it does seem to be true.

Three Abyss-class and two Glory Queen-class battleships, along with 200,000 Astartes in a sneak attack, would be enough for Horus to wipe out Guilliman with his eyes closed, leaving only a stretcher team.

In the end, if it weren't for the Chaos Realm sealing off the entire Terra, Guilliman wouldn't have had to wait in line for nine hours at a time.

Perhaps the Second Empire really will be established.

Seeing that Casca seemed to agree with his statement, the Emperor sighed and said no more.

"Since keeping Luo Jia around would only harm the Great Expedition, why not find a suitable opportunity to eliminate him?"

"Casca asked."

Isn't this just pure evil?

It would be better to get rid of him immediately, or if that doesn't work, lock him up in the Terra Palace's dark dungeon!

After being asked this question by Casca, the Emperor paused for a moment before slowly speaking.

"No, I can't do it."

“I am, after all, their father, if possible.”

He couldn't do it.

It wasn't because of fear of betrayal from other Primarchs, or because a seat had been reserved for them by a Warp God.

His choice to let Luo Jia go was simply because...

Kind-hearted and soft-hearted.

Kasgar considered that the Emperor didn't eliminate Loka because he was afraid that other Primarchs would find out about it, thus inciting those who already had doubts about the fate of Primarchs Two and Eleven to rebel.

But he never imagined that the legendary ruthless emperor would have such a side.

"But in the end, I just use them, no, you all, as tools for unification."

"Luojia is able to live only because his strength is enough to qualify him to accept my expectations and forgiveness."

"You must be mistaken."

Perhaps realizing his words were a bit too sentimental, the Emperor turned to Casca and tried to smooth things over.

Okay, still being stubborn.

"And the angel? I have another question: why haven't you told the angel that thirst can actually be cured through methods like the Primal Forging technology?"

Thirst is no big deal!

But the angels were so anxious about this that they almost fell into Chaos's trap.

If you say that other Primarchs may be beyond saving, or that some are easier to fight as enemies than as allies.

But what about the angels?

This is the embodiment of humanity and wisdom, the imperial successor chosen by the emperor in front of the golden toilet.

You already know that she might be exploited by Chaos in the future due to her blood-thirsty genetic defect, so why didn't you say anything about this little thing?

Casgar was still very eager to hear what the Emperor had to say about this.

Emperor: "."

He was silent for a moment.

"Saint-Gilles. Is that how she viewed Bloodthirst?"

The emperor didn't offer any explanation.

He had no idea!

Casgar fell silent.

There's a saying that goes, "Like father, like son."

It's the same whether you turn it upside down!

When Luo Jia and Magnus are abstracted to that extent, it is not difficult to discover the profound from the subtle details.

As the original gene, Old Man Huang wasn't much better off!

“I’m sorry, I may not seem to care about angels as much as I care about other Primarchs.”

The Emperor said, “Because no matter in any time or space, no matter how much Chaos covets this holy person, they will never succeed.”

Angels are the ones that chaos can never obtain.

She is humanity's hope, a symbol of humanity's direction for the future.

In any case, angels will not become minions or slaves of chaos.

She is a normal person.

This is a very rare quality here.

Especially when you're surrounded every day by a group of people who are frantically shouting "God!"

Of course, this doesn't mean that angels will be pure and innocent in all futures.

She will still do some rather outrageous things that will make it inconvenient for humans to talk about in the future.

For example?

For example, establishing a second empire.

"But similarly, in any case, she could never live past the moment of end and death."

Just as Kasgar was rejoicing at the prospect of the angels receiving golden water, the Emperor's next words were like a bucket of cold water, chilling him to the bone once more.

In all the observations of the future's fate, the angels could not survive.

Perhaps chaos cannot obtain everything that humanity has.

But humanity's hope and future will be utterly extinguished by them in that inevitable end and death.

"This is an unchangeable future."