Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

As for the cursed one in the real world, let's leave that aside.

These traitors must be swept out of the highest heavens first!

In an instant, the Chaos Demon Army, who were blaming each other, hurling insults, and shouting battle cries, once again engaged in a fierce fight.

Even the passing orc fleet, after hearing about the incredibly exciting battle, decided to get involved.

Once again, the subspace was immersed in an atmosphere of joy and happiness.

Emperor's Fantasy.

After a process of locating and searching, the Emperor's powerful forces, guided by a former friend, locked onto the three reckless individuals who had been dragged into the Chaotic Demon Realm.

And at the moment a crack appeared in the barrier of Khorne's Blood God Domain, psychic energy infiltrated from within and located its position.

Ultimately, the three were successfully teleported.

"Welcome back, Saint Gilles, Anglon."

Standing in the spacious central plaza of the fleet, surrounded by a large number of Imperial Guards, the Emperor addressed the two Primarchs who were still in shock.

“And Casgar.”

"We're back in the real world? Where is this? Who are you?"

Angron was the first to stand up, looking at the golden-armored warriors surrounding him, his hands raised in a defensive boxing stance.

“I am your father, my child.”

The Emperor saw his smooth head (which had no nails and no hair): "Welcome back and to our cause."

Father?

This term was far too unfamiliar to Angron.

As someone who suffered amnesia from birth due to the influence of the Blood God and only had scattered fragments of memories of his past, Angron never thought about who his father was.

And they never cared about that.

For Angron, everything that happened that day was too bizarre—after being captured and the appearance of the governor, it felt like a series of the most magical dramas in the world were unfolding before his eyes.

Gods, hell, fire, and all sorts of bizarre demons.

Now it's interstellar warships—what on earth is going on?

If it weren't for the fact that Angron, as the Primarch, had already released all his repressions and was able to read the compressed file in his mind, any ordinary person would have been overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information.

"So, what do you want to do to me? 'Join our cause'?"

"What career?"

"Humanity's great expedition," the Emperor said, pointing to the vast starry sky outside the window. "Many more stars await our arrival in the future. You will continue to hone your martial prowess under my command and use it to conquer those stars scattered throughout the world."

"conquer?"

Angron frowned upon hearing this word.

For Angron, who was born a slave gladiator, "conquest" was never a good word.

Generally, such terms would come from the mouth of slave owners to refer to lowly slaves like themselves.

"Let's get straight to the point. What do you want me to do? Kill? Or something else?"

"As for whether you are my father or not, let's leave that aside for now. You seem to be no different from those slave owners."

Look at his gleaming golden armor, and the rows upon rows of golden imperial guards standing there.

Too much gold.

They were all gleaming with Angron's eyes.

And all these characteristics seemed to tell Angron that the person in front of him was the tyrant he hated most in his life.

Angron's words were very angry, which made the imperial guards around the emperor nervous and prepare to surround him.

"What does this mean? Is this how you treat your children, Father?"

The Emperor fell silent in response to Angron's accusations.

It seems they haven't figured out how to answer this question.

“Wait, Angron, let me add something first.”

Seeing that both sides seemed a bit tense, Casca quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

Then he moved close to Angron and whispered a few words to him using psionic energy.

"Okay, I agree to your request. When am I ready to set off?"

All I can say is that Casca's words were indeed effective.

After he finished speaking, Angron made a complete 180-degree turn from his extreme refusal to accepting the emperor's proposal and taking the initiative to lead the army into battle.

"Your legion's flagship is nearby. If you are ready, I can teleport you there now."

"Okay, if there's nothing else, let's teleport now. I don't like to waste time."

"Angron said."

"can."

The teleportation ceremony was arranged very quickly. Given that the Emperor himself was the strongest psionicist, the psionic teleportation was actually extremely fast, except that the Warhound Legion had to make room for it in advance.

"Angron".

As the emperor was teleporting away, it seemed that his eyes, when he looked at the other person, finally showed some of the emotions that a normal person should have.

"Ok?"

"Please allow me, in my father's name, to congratulate you on regaining your freedom."

From this day forward, no evil creature will ever be able to control or imprison you, and no alien will ever be able to control humanity again.

Angron, after experiencing all of this in Nukelia.

Now, enjoy this hard-won life.

".Thanks."

"However, I'd like to say something."

“I have a father, and his name is Onomamus.”

Before disappearing onto the deck, Angron said defiantly.

Snapped!

The next moment, in the reception room of the War Dog Legion, a huge figure fell from the void into a seat.

"Saint-Gilles, you should go and rest too."

Seeing that only the two troublemakers remained, staring at each other in bewilderment, the emperor sighed helplessly.

How dare they venture into the Demon Realm with just the two of them?!

Although this operation was indeed dangerous, it almost cost the lives of both the angels and Kaska.

Fortunately, the result was still relatively optimistic.

Not only did they not lose a single person, they also saved Angron from the clutches of Khorne, who would have been dead.

Butcher's Sting represents Khorne's absolute control over Angron's corrupted soul, much like Magnus's right eye contract was snatched away by Kasgar.

The moment he appeared, it proved that his soul no longer belonged to him.

This is why the Emperor appeared particularly cold when he saw Angron in the original work.

Fortunately, this time, with Casca's intervention, things seem to have taken a turn for the better.

Seeing that the two had indeed saved Angron despite the risks they had taken, the emperor naturally couldn't criticize them any further.

"The Holy Blood Angels have been searching for you. If possible, you should hurry back and lead your legion."

"Yes."

The angels returned the gift.

"Go. As for everything that happened to you before, don't talk about it to anyone."

"I need to talk to Casgar Sherlock about the rest of the matter alone."

It's the study on the Imperial Dream again.

"You told Angron that the Emperor's expedition was to deal with those aliens (Khorne Demons) like those encountered in the Crimson World?"

Hmm. Actually, you're not wrong.

Angron might not listen to anything else, but if you mention fighting aliens, especially the Khorne alien, he'll be wide awake!

"Ah."

Casca stood there somewhat awkwardly, motionless.

"I have to say, you did a great job this time."

"Although it was somewhat reckless and foolish, you did something I never thought possible."

He conveyed a hint of joy.

Both of them seemed to be deliberately avoiding discussing why the phantom of the Phoenix King would appear on a human.

These are topics that are off-limits for both of them.

“I sincerely apologize to you. My child, you have proven your ability to change the future.”

"This is what I should do."

Casca answered respectfully.

But it seems that this very statement gave the emperor a handle to use against him.

“That’s right. So, I’ve decided to entrust the next Primarch who is about to return to the Imperial Legion to lead him into the Great Crusade.”

"I hope you can reshape the Primarch's mindset and guide him back from the path of fanaticism."

"Return to the original body?"

It's a new Primarch, isn't it?

That should be fine, after all, even the most difficult Angron was miraculously saved by Dr. Kal'tsit after Psionic Flame was banned.

What Primarch is there that Kasgar cannot handle?

Let's calculate the time.

Moreover, it seems to have moved the timeline forward by a few years compared to the original story, due to Khorne's sudden acceleration.

What Primarchs reverted around the Angron Year?

He's still a stubborn character, huh.

Casca suddenly had a very ominous premonition.

"You will know all this when our ships arrive in Nostramore."

Nostradamus

Hey, I thought it was—

where?!

"Nostramo?!"

With a final scream, Casca in the study seemed to fall silent.

Chapter 148 She's More Terrifying Than Khorne

Nostramo.

Casca was basically in despair.

He could almost see a sunny, cheerful young man giving him, Casca, a wide, happy smile.

(Science and Technology Warning)

Wow!!!