Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Unless one has a deep understanding of the Spirit Race, it is impossible to discern the differences between the various Spirit Races at a glance.

In the eyes of the salamanders, this was a damned Eldar bandit double-crossing them.

The aliens on both sides are no good!

Taking advantage of this internal strife, they strangled the guards on the ship and seized control of the entire slave transport vessel.

Although they couldn't operate Eldar alien ships, they were still capable of destroying the engines and taking everyone down with them.

This is also a major reason why the Eldar of the Ark always suffer a fierce attack whenever they want to help humanity fight against external enemies.

Those Dark Eldar, those little beasts who shoot and run, are going to share half the blame.

"So what do we do now? We can't just leave these ships wandering in space, can we?"

Casca is having a bit of a headache.

Would telling them we're willing to help them go back be effective?

“We tried, but they didn’t believe us.”

There's no way I could believe the aliens' nonsense.

Who knows if they'll suddenly pull them along and charge towards Comoros?

"hiss"

The fire salamander's home planet, Nocturne, has been frequently threatened by the Dark Eldar since ancient times, and they have never shown any kindness to these pointy-eared aliens.

However, if humans were to intervene directly...

Humans alone are not enough; they must be humans with sufficient prestige.

Kasgar looked at the angel beside him with a headache.

Perfectly, only an angel of sufficient authority could persuade the fire lizards to believe they were a human fleet.

"I?"

The angel was somewhat embarrassed.

"Please don't do that. What if my fanatical offspring found out I was on an Eldar warship?"

"Forget it then."

Casca immediately stopped.

Now, everyone's attention fell on Casca, the only human in the entire arena, or at least someone who looked human.

"Sir, those aliens say they are actually a human fleet."

"It's a liar!"

The Salamander, now fully equipped with the captured power armor, was practically ready to unleash a torrent of abuse.

As one of the managers of that mining planet, the salamander company commander, he was furious after hearing the message from the other party's communication equipment.

The alien with pointed ears on both sides was fighting so fiercely that everyone could see it clearly.

Captured, he led his remaining brothers to kill the nearby Dark Eldar when the slave ship fell into chaos due to the flagship losing signal. Using the various weapons and equipment they had disarmed, he wiped out the damned aliens and gained control of the entire warship.

As the small alien fleet gained control of the battlefield, the salamander company commander's eyes remained fixed on the holographic projection in the center of the slave ship's control room.

Perhaps they were indeed unable to escape from the aliens, but after the turmoil just now, they regained the right to die a glorious death.

"Tell them that salamanders will only fight to the death, they will not surrender!"

"I won't be fooled by such stupid things that only aliens would say."

The salamanders may die a glorious death, but please don't try to fool us Astartes into thinking we're idiots.

"Company commander, their small landing craft are heading towards our spaceship."

Here they come, the enemy's landing force.

The salamander company commander, who had long been prepared to die, turned around and shouted to the remaining few salamanders who were still alive.

"Tell our brothers in arms to take up their weapons! Even if it means destroying this ship and dying with them, we will never bow down to the opposite sex!"

"For the Lord of Fire Dragons!"

"For the Lord of Fire Dragons!"

Just as the crowd was filled with righteous indignation and prepared to die in battle, the holographic projection from the center of the ship changed its appearance.

[Sherlock the Wandering Merchant requests to communicate.]

Wandering merchants were a profession that maintained trade and border development within the empire.

Although the relationship between the human empire and the aliens was irreconcilable during the Great Crusade, people still need to eat, after all.

If all Xenomorph technology and goods were completely excluded, the new expansions would often lack timely supplies from the central region due to the vast distance between the border and Holy Terra. This inability to engage with the Xenomorphs would actually slow down the Great Expedition due to resource shortages.

This is intolerable.

Therefore, under these special circumstances, the official position of wandering merchant came into being within the human empire.

They will engage in trade, diplomacy, construction, and military operations within their chosen territories—as long as they uphold the Empire's truths and do not violate its interests, these guys won't be subjected to too harsh a beam of light even if they flirt with the aliens.

Even if he were the heir to a large merchant ronin dynasty, he could have a white bean sprout sister right in front of the judge, and he wouldn't be able to say anything.

The problem is that even the most heretical traveling merchants wouldn't change their vehicles to Eldar designs, nor would their followers all be pointy-eared aliens.

Not even a single human being could be found!

obviously.

This is the Alien hoax!

"My fellow Space Marines, my comrades, it is an honor to see you here again."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the alien-like landing craft slowly landed on the deck of the slave ship.

"Aliens, stop trying to pull any tricks or use any sweet talk. Our people will never become your slaves!"

As the bizarre-looking landing craft, so different from any normal Imperial warship, landed before him, the Salamander became even more convinced that it was an alien.

He held the poisoned blade, which he had seized from the Dark Eldar garrison and was not yet very comfortable to use, across his chest, fully prepared for battle.

“And I agree with you, Salamander.”

“Your bravery and kindness are commendable, and as the head of the Sherlock family of traveling merchants, it is only natural for me to return the hero of the empire intact to his land.”

The landing craft's loudspeaker announced that a tall man had disembarked from the ship's hatch.

He was dressed in a magnificent suit, the extraordinary nature of which could be discerned even by the blacksmith salamander.

And it seems that you can see the muscles hidden beneath his well-fitting clothes.

"Astartes?"

The salamander company commander immediately recognized the other party's true identity.

Astartes, who called himself a wandering merchant, disembarked from a strange, pointed-eared spaceship.

There's a sense of artificiality about it.

"No need to say more. Since you are a Space Marine, state your legion, rank, unit number, and superior."

"And why are you hanging out with those aliens! Have you forgotten the Emperor's orders?"

"Never forgotten."

The tall Space Marine who identified himself as a member of the "Sherlock family" gave him a perfect Eagle Salute.

Three years of expedition, a lifetime of SM passion!

"As for the legions to which they once belonged"

He slowly walked forward, meeting the distrustful gazes of the crowd.

"Stop! Don't go any further!"

“Your lies cannot deceive us. Space Marines are the Emperor’s most loyal warriors; they would never become wandering merchants or associate with aliens!”

As Cassius stepped forward, he saw several salamanders, clad in tattered power armor and wielding captured alien weapons, staring warily at him.

Really?

The image of a regent and his wife flashed through Casca's mind.

Warhammer isn't just about fighting and killing; it also involves human relationships and social interactions!

"I can guarantee that what I'm saying is true."

"If you still don't believe me, here is my identification."

As he spoke, Casca pulled a roll of parchment from a small pocket in his clothes.

Then he stretched out his hand and confidently showed the handwriting on the letter to all the salamanders present.

"This is."

The several fire lizards, wearing green helmets, moved closer.

"Trade authorization?"

A few months ago, the Imperial Dream.

"Casca, we should go back."

The emperor, standing before the phantom of the throne, spoke thus.

"Your actions have still uncovered a lurking sabotager for us, preventing him from dragging the Legion into the abyss of evil."

The details protect the legion, regardless of what Luo Jia does.

"I listen to your expectations—what kind of reward do you want?"

A reward, you know.

Hey, Casca has a great idea.

"A trade authorization?"

The Emperor found Casca's request somewhat incomprehensible: "You don't want to join me on the Great Crusade?"

"That's not what I meant."

Casca replied, “But when I’m out in the world, I might need an additional identity, especially to make some preparations in advance for the aftermath of a major rebellion.”

If the Emperor's prediction is true, a great rebellion is inevitable, then Casca must prepare for his future self.

"If a great rebellion were to occur in the future, I would very likely fall into slumber until the 40th millennium."

“Unlike those Primarchs of the Empire who can command a large following with a single call, I need more time to regroup my forces.”

Even if no major rebellion occurs, it won't affect anything.

Casca is like a fish out of water; it's best to take three chances and plan ahead for the future.

If a major rebellion were to occur, and Casca were to also slumber for ten thousand years...

Once Guilliman awakens, he can immediately launch the Unyielding Crusade, and all the Ultramarines will follow their Primarch.

Although it was humiliating to be smuggled by Huron, he was ultimately able to defeat the High Lords and the Imperial Guard in the internal factional struggles of Terra, and finally control Astartes.

He can, but Casca can't.

If he were to wake up 10,000 years later, given his influence within the legion, he would at most be around the level of Bjorn.

He is respected, but difficult to convince.

The Grey Knights alone could easily humiliate him and create a shameful month. If Kasgar wants to rise from his slumber and take control of the entire empire, he'll have to lie low for a while first.

"This trade authorization will give me some breathing room in the future, allowing me to regain control of the entire empire!"

Casca's words are somewhat dangerous.

He seemed completely unconcerned about the emperor's authority, discussing in front of him how to seize power ten thousand years from now.

"Indeed, your current plan is not without reason."

After a moment's thought, the emperor was not angry at the other party's overstepping of authority. Instead, he nodded with satisfaction and casually produced a neatly trimmed parchment and a quill pen from beside him.

The two objects seemed to dance before Casca's eyes as if they were alive, until the last stroke was made.

The emperor's gleaming gold glove vanished, and then a drop of blood from his fingertip, along with his fingerprint, fell onto the parchment.