Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Did I do something wrong that offended this noble person?

He thought to himself with a sense of disappointment.

Fortunately, Casca encountered Vorkan.

If anyone dares to treat a certain lion like that, forget about self-reflection. They'll rip your entire alien warship to shreds on the spot!

"Oh well, never mind."

Seeing that it was impossible to hide it any longer, Kasgar sighed.

I don't want to go anymore!

"Lord Vokan, please come to the cabin on the right side ahead."

"Alright. If you are indeed a human hero, I'm willing to make some concessions for you."

"However, if you try anything funny, my giant hammer will not tolerate it in the slightest."

"Sir, but—"

No need to say more, you wait here, I'll be back soon.

After saying that, Vokan picked up the giant hammer beside him and walked toward the direction indicated by the other party.

"Casgar!?"

When Volkan first looked at Casca, he couldn't believe that he knew this mysterious fellow!

"Casca, what are you doing here?"

Isn't he the chief lord commander of the Third Legion's son of the emperor?

How did you end up here as a wandering merchant? What kind of behavior is this?!

"It might be a bit complicated, but well, it is indeed very complicated."

"Then I have another question—as a Space Marine, why do you avoid communicating with our ships and deceive them with a false identity?"

"Casgar, what are you doing? Have you deserted the Sons of the Emperor and betrayed the Emperor and the Empire?"

Looking at this alien-style warship, and the fact that it was completely empty, coupled with the fact that this guy had repeatedly declined to meet with the Primarch,

Wokan astutely identified the problem.

Could this guy have already betrayed the legion?

"Lord Volkan is joking. As Fugrim's husband, how could I betray the Emperor or the Legion?"

"If I had truly betrayed you, why would I have gone to such lengths to send these captured human civilians and salamander warriors back, thus allowing you, sir, to capture me?"

Casca's explanation is not wrong.

Even Vokane couldn't find a flaw in the logic behind it.

"But I still don't believe you—"

"After all, that alien-style shrine still has your portrait on it."

As he spoke, Wokan pointed to a portrait painted on the wall that was in the style of the Asuyan believers.

That was after Irelia seized control of the ship in Casgar. She said that in order to eradicate the ancient vengeful spirit on the ship, she had this kind of image pasted all over the hull.

"It is also clearly written above: [May the Phoenix King bless you (in the language of the Spirit Clan)].

As he spoke, Vokan slowly raised the Thunder Hammer in his hand.

His eyes were filled with vigilance.

Is there anything else you'd like to say?

Have.

That's amazing!

Damn it, Irelia!

May the Phoenix King protect you! I should feed you to Salis right now!

Now you're dead, it's all your fault.

But no matter how much Kasgar cursed Iriel in his heart, Volkan's wary gaze never left him.

There were no people on the warship, only pointed-eared aliens!

"Casca, who exactly are you?"

"Ugh."

"Alright, brother, put down your weapons. We are not traitors."

Just as tensions were rising, another familiar voice from Vokan came from the room behind Casca.

A pair of pure white wings came into his view the moment he opened the door.

This is--

Looking at the golden armor covering her, which was almost as tall as him, and her soft, wavy golden hair, he knew that she was one of the most beautiful beings among the Primarchs.

Saint Gilles.

"Sanguielles? What are you doing here?"

If it was possible to deduce Casca's potential betrayal through words and intelligence analysis, then the angel's appearance here was simply an act devoid of any logic.

Where did Saint Gilles come from?

Wokan couldn't fathom why she would be there.

It's like a dream where characters that shouldn't be there suddenly appear on your face—that inexplicable feeling.

"It might be a bit complicated to explain."

Saint Gilles gave an extremely awkward smile: "But I can assure you that Casgar Sherlock has never betrayed the Empire, nor have I."

"We are just carrying out some more covert mission."

To carry out some more covert mission?

Hiss. Something's not right.

It's not right.

The angel's anxiety about Kasgar's impending accusation by Vorkan suggests that the two had a close relationship.

(Because he was needed to treat his thirst)

Then he thought about how Kasgar and the Angel were both alone, without any of their other Space Marine squires or lieutenants accompanying them.

Furthermore, Fugrim is not here either.

In other words, they are doing this—

Having an affair?

Upon realizing this, Wokanhu's body trembled.

Isn't it obvious?

Both of them were from legions, but neither of them was actually in their own legion. Instead, they were doing some strange things on this Eldar warship!

But what could a man like Vokhan say?

"If there's a secret plan involved, then I won't pry."

"But Casca, before I leave, there's one more thing I want to ask you—"

"Was Fugrim aware of your mission?"

"Well, she knows that."

Casca nodded.

Of course, Fugrim knew that Kasgar had gone to rescue Angron.

But the appearance of Saint Gillespie beside him was completely unexpected.

But this isn't Casca's fault!

However, to Wokan, these words seemed to carry a different meaning.

Wokan: "?"

knowledge?

Kasgar said that Fugrim knew he and the angel had gone off to spend time alone together, but Fugrim had not been invited.

what?

As an honest man, Wokan was once again slightly shocked.

He was unsure what to do with the Thunder Hammer in his hand.

Or does Fugrim actually prefer this style of play?

No, this is too chaotic.

This is not something that an honest man who only likes blacksmithing should concern himself with.

"I wish you good luck."

Finally, having received an overload of information, Vokhan could only slowly utter this sentence as he turned to leave.

Honestly, this guy is quite lucky with women; two of the most beautiful Primarchs in the universe have both taken a liking to him.

There are even special ways to play!

Hopefully, this child can balance all of this.

Don't let it be that when you meet again, all that's left is your head.

"Set sail, prepare for the return journey."

As Vokan stepped out of the room, he spoke to the two Terminators waiting outside.

"Lord of the Fire Dragons, what exactly happened inside?"

"Why should we go back now? Shouldn't we rescue them from the alien wreckage?"

"I don't know either, my mind is a mess right now."

a few days later.

The brief encounter with Vokan quickly passed by during my online journey.

After Vokhan left, Kasgar had Yrel complete the Webway jump at an extremely fast speed.

Finally, in the vast and boundless starry sky, the red sand star, which resembled a scorching wasteland, gradually came into view.

"We've finally arrived in Nukelia."

Kasga couldn't help but sigh.

"Iriel, where is that gladiator you investigated last time? I need his information."

Hopefully, I'm not too late.

"That's easy to say."

The relatively simple spiritual bone network that had just been set up around Irelia emitted faint glows.

"At that time, I also set up some information gathering devices in the center of the city's arena."

"If nothing unexpected happens, activating these devices will allow local information to be transmitted here in real time."

A tool used by the Eldar to gather intelligence.

Some Eldar who are followers of Kane are masters of using such assassination tools.

Just as Irelia responded, a scene of an arena suddenly appeared in the holographic projection in front of everyone.

In the center of the stage, surrounded by countless people, two gladiators, one old and one young, were fighting.

The older man seemed to have lost the duel, but the extremely tall young man seemed unwilling to end the fight.

Angron!

If Kasgar is not mistaken, that young gladiator is Angron!