Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"impossible!"

Irele loudly denied it.

How can human detection equipment see through our radar camouflage?

What's the other person's name?

"she"

"She called herself Saint Gilles."

“You child god from humanity, we have never invited you to board our ship.”

Ireil ​​led hundreds of elite tribe warriors armed with star darts, ready to surround the crimson landing craft bearing the blood-stained emblem of Saint Gilles.

On the one hand, they couldn't just let Saint Gilles go back like that.

Even though the Emperor's Sons fleet has accepted them, according to the current laws of the Human Empire, the Human Empire still harbors considerable hostility towards "alien" races like the Eldar.

On the other hand, they didn't dare to escalate the situation too much.

If they were to actually shoot down Saint Gilles' landing craft, those fanatical Holy Blood Angels would go berserk, and their small Eldar pirate fleet would be no match for them.

"Thank you all for such a grand welcome. Saint-Gilles is truly honored."

The winged side door next to the blood-stained inscription opened, and Saint Gilles, dressed in magnificent golden armor, simply smiled as he looked at the Eldar surrounding him, their faces showing wariness.

Her seemingly innocent but actually extremely cunning eyes swept over the many Spirit Clan pirates, searching for the target she had been tracking for a long time.

"I'm just here to catch up with a good friend."

"Friends? I'm sorry, angel, even though your beautiful name has long been known throughout the universe, I don't think there is anyone here who is worthy of being called your friend."

"How not?"

The angel smiled and, meeting the wary gazes of the Eldar, shouted to the surroundings of the Eldar warship.

"Casca, come out."

"There's no point in you hiding anymore; I've come here to follow in your footsteps."

Just like the last time he followed Saint Gilles into the temple ruins and discovered the secret.

Unconvinced, Saint Gilles, guided by the prophecy, vaguely saw Kasgar piloting a void ship with Eldar-style features, traveling through the network to the prophesied sky filled with red sand.

Following him and going with him was the only way, according to the angel's prophecy, to save him and the Primarch from the Crimson Demon.

So what if you've read the script?

Can it compare to the powerful psychic prophetic abilities of Saint Gilles?

It's a boomerang again.

"This time, I've discovered your little secret too."

She leaned closer to Casca's helpless face and whispered.

"So, you really want to come with us?"

Kasga looked helplessly at Sanguiles, who was stubbornly refusing to leave the ship.

"I am but a lonely traveler. If you want me to leave, how can I refuse?"

"But if that happens, and the Holy Blood Angels press for details, some of the Third Legion's little secrets might be discovered by others."

As the angel spoke, a smile that he couldn't hide appeared in the corner of his eye.

So this is what it feels like to threaten someone with another legion's little secrets.

There was a strange sense of pleasure.

The smile hasn't disappeared.

Instead, it moved from Casca's face to Sanguis's face.

"My dear aunt."

"I can cure your thirst for blood! If I'm wiped out by the Emperor for colluding with the Spirit Race, then your entire legion..."

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore."

Seeing Casca's humiliated state, the angel smiled contentedly.

It's all because when the secret of Bloodthirst was revealed, Casca's smug and self-satisfied expression was just too irritating, which made the cunning angel want to take revenge.

But jokes aside, Saint Gilles would never forget the kindness of Casca in curing the thirst of the Holy Blood Angel.

"The biggest reason I chose to travel with you is to ensure your safety."

According to San Gilles's psychic prophecy, only when she too descends upon that red sand sky will Kasgar and the Gladiator Primarch have even the slightest chance of survival.

"If even a Primarch cannot escape from the arena, the darkness lurking behind everything he has encountered may be beyond our imagination."

"Anyone can die, including me. But you, Casca, cannot."

Saint Gilles seemed to be saying something very heavy.

We absolutely mustn't let the Blood Angels hear this.

"In the future, more new warriors of the Holy Blood Angels will undergo modification, and they will all need you to clear the blood thirst in their genes."

"If you die, the thirst for blood will return to our Ninth Legion."

Saint Gilles would never allow such a thing to happen.

Therefore, the angels will always be watching you.

Until Doraemon is able to bring out the original casting as soon as possible to eliminate this flaw, the angel will continue to watch you like this.

Casgar: "."

Like the Eldar who were being watched closely by Salis, he was being watched by the angels for his entire life.

Especially considering that Fugrim's jealousy was far greater than imagined.

"Sis, have you thought about how I'm going to explain this to Fugrim?"

Kasgar had agreed with Fugrim to go to Nukelia alone.

If, after everything is over, she discovers that Casca didn't actually go alone, but secretly brought Sanguires along, and the two of them ran away to Nukelia for some alone time.

Haha!

This is terrible!

Casca felt as if a shear line had appeared on his neck.

Even if he can fool Fugrim, what about the Holy Blood Angels?

Seeing the angels, in order to satisfy the Legion's thirst for blood, willingly submit to the evil commander of the Third Legion, Kasgar, and be coerced into traversing the Web with the despicable Eldar aliens to a mysterious world that no human Empire probe could penetrate, one then witnesses the angels' actions.

Yes, there are cows!

The feeling of being possessed by a minotaur is enough to drive the Holy Blood Angel to madness comparable to Black Wrath.

"Casca! Why did you steal our mother—"

If the Holy Blood Angel really were coming towards Casca, what could he possibly say?

Children, I didn't take your mother away.

Did your mother come along on her own?

"It's alright. As long as you don't die, I'll help you get rid of all this."

Faced with Casca's impassioned speech, the angel simply smiled calmly.

"Following you to the world of red sand is a choice of fate, one that neither of us can avoid."

".All right."

After seeing that the angel had no intention of disembarking, Casca, who had remained silent for a long time, finally had no choice but to compromise.

You guys win, card-abusing section.

"Irell, prepare a seat for our new passenger, then set sail."

“Lord Saint Gilles, if you really want to kill me or ruin my reputation, you can find a less extreme way.”

"I will think about it."

The angel answered with a smile.

The prophecy was only part of the reason she insisted on following Casca.

More importantly, it also allows them to avoid those increasingly fanatical Holy Blood Angels.

After Casgar became Saint Gilles' hope and saved the entire legion from the blood thirst problem, the competitiveness and rivalry within the Blood Angels grew even stronger.

The worship of the Holy Blood Angels within the Legion has not decreased but increased, and has become even more intense.

"No! Only we Holy Blood Angels are Mother's favorite Space Marines!"

"It's all because of our own flaws that Mother began to look at the other Space Marines with new respect; it's all because of ourselves."

"Mother! Please don't abandon us!!!"

Saint Gilles decided to come here to avoid the trouble.

Hopefully, these Blood Angels will be able to recover a little bit while Saint Gilles is away.

Red Tears

The flagship of the Holy Blood Angels was in a state of chaos.

"What! Lord Saint Gilles has disappeared?"

Where did she go? Did she leave any message?

"Her personal maid found the farewell letter that the angel had left for us in her study."

"Then what are you waiting for! Quickly hand over the letter!"

The Holy Blood Angels Commander Azcalon, who originally possessed flowing golden hair, disregarded all elegance and snatched the exquisite parchment from the servant's hand.

It must be, it must be that he just temporarily went to Planet Melchior to have a conversation with Lord Luojia.

She definitely, definitely wouldn't have abandoned us—

[Seeing these words is like seeing the person]

【Dear Blood Angels. (Omitted: a large amount of greetings and praise)】

I, Saint Gilles, am deeply honored to have you as my noble offspring.

"And then what! Did Mother say where she went???"

Azcalon was so anxious he was about to cry.

Why does this sound like we're saying goodbye?

However, there is an urgent matter that requires my presence. According to the prophecy, I must travel with Commander Kasgar to a planet sealed off by a warp storm to save a Primarch who is about to fall into enemy hands.

【During my absence, Radoron and Azcalon, you two commanders must work even harder to fulfill the great mission entrusted to you by the Emperor for the Great Crusade】

"Mother... Mother, she... she and Casca."

Ran.

This is a fact that he finds absolutely unacceptable.

Azcalon's voice trembled as he recited the mantra.

How could this be?

How could this be?

No. Not teeth.

Azcalon walked down from the control room on the main bridge, looking utterly dejected, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

It was as if, as if a Cascadian was whispering in his ear:

Your mother doesn't want you anymore.

“Noooooooo!!!”

That kind of thing