Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

The only Primarch on the homeworld of Nostramore is Conrad Coz, the Midnight Lord Primarch of the Eighth Legion.

As for why this brother named Conrad Coates would have such a sunny and cheerful smile, that's a long story.

In short, all the resources on the planet Nostramo are controlled by the upper echelons, and the entire planet is severely polluted and resource-scarce.

"The people are simple and honest."

In the struggle to seize the last scraps left from the adamantite trade, gangs have taken over and corruption is rampant on the planet.

Koz, a righteous young man obsessed with justice, couldn't stand it anymore: How to solve the problems on the planet?

Clever Coz quickly came up with a good idea.

—Only killing.

Killing may not solve the problem, but it can eliminate the person who caused it.

Coz had no desire to get involved in the power struggles of Nostrama, nor did he ever aspire to any kind of interstellar expedition in this deadly world.

He simply wanted to kill the unjust.

Thus, an urban legend called Midnight Ghost appeared on the planet.

Koz used countless cruel methods of punishment to drag the entire planet into a chilling, panic-inducing effect.

Soon, Nostrama became a beautiful world where no one would pick up lost items and everyone lived in harmony, without prisons or law enforcement officers.

There are no prisons because the only crime punishable by death.

There were no law enforcement officers because Coz killed all the prisoners.

Unexpectedly, the people of Nostramo, out of fear of being disemboweled and hung on the spire of Gothic buildings by midnight ghosts, greatly improved the security of the entire planet. From then on, Koz ruled the planet as the Wise King of Nostramo until the arrival of the Emperor.

It sounds pretty good, actually?

After all, in chaotic times, harsh measures are necessary, and they did indeed clean up that shitty Nostramaus.

Compared to geniuses like Magnus and Luo Jia, Koz's "little hobby" of liking to kill is almost negligible.

That is, assuming he doesn't go insane.

Because of his extremely powerful psychic abilities, Koz frequently experienced psychic prophecies that caused him increasing mental torment.

Compared to Saint Gilles, who also possesses prophetic abilities, Coz's prophecies are aggressive—like wearing 3D glasses to watch a 360-degree 3D movie anytime, anywhere, one is always at risk of being attacked by illusions that are almost indistinguishable from the real experience.

And this intensified as the great rebellion approached.

A Primarch whose mental state is extremely unstable, when he goes into a frenzy, even Rogdorn cannot stop him.

This sunny and cheerful young man might suddenly lose his temper one day and unleash a lightning claw attack on him—

Wow!!!

No way, this is too scary!

No, this must be refused—

Just as Casca was about to refuse the other party, citing the need for the Imperial Prince's Legion to be more involved in actual combat during the Great Expedition.

The next moment, a powerful blue light wave enveloped Casca's entire body, and a fine frost emanated from his back, radiating a chill.

Psionic teleportation!

Before Kasgar could object, the Emperor immediately activated the teleportation system and sent him aboard Angron's warhound army flagship.

Before leaving, he even sent a psionic communication as a closing message.

I have already notified the Fugrim fleet that you will be heading to Nostramore along with the Imperial Fist and other legions.

With the last glimmer of light, in the next instant, Casca, desperately trying to make a sound, disappeared from the Imperial Dream.

About half a standard Terran hour ago.

Inside the reception room of the War Dog Legion's flagship, the Resolute Resolution.

Legion Commander Gale sat nervously in his deputy's seat, his eyes fixed on the empty chief's seat before him.

As instructed by His Majesty the Emperor, the Primarch from the Twelfth Legion is about to be transported to the battleship USS Resolute and to this reception room.

As the acting legion commander, Gale will be the first warhound to meet the Primarch.

As the first Legion warship to reach the vicinity of this warp-in target, the Warhounds remained trapped outside the raging warp storm.

Until several standard Terran times later, the churning warp waves suddenly subsided for some reason.

As the storm subsided slightly, Gale was about to order the new navigator to attempt a warp jump when an unexpected, dazzling golden light suddenly appeared beside his ship.

The enormous and magnificent Imperial Dream, accompanied by several fleets of varying sizes, sailed past them in a grand procession.

They had the same destination!

The return of the Primarch will be personally witnessed by the Emperor himself, leading his fleet to complete the welcoming ceremony.

The fact that the Imperial Dream has appeared here essentially confirms the accuracy of the prophecy.

Shocked, Acting Legion Commander Gale immediately contacted the navigator and helmsman to follow the Imperial Dream on a warp jump to Nukelia.

Guided by the powerful navigator of the Imperial Dream, the Warhound Legion was finally able to safely cross the raging warp storm and arrive at Mandeville Point in the Nukelia system.

Even at the moment the warp was completed, it seemed as if one could see the Eldar warships fleeing in panic.

The disheveled state of hiding in the netherworld as the great emperor arrived.

Forget about these alien thieves; the most important thing is Nukelia, where our Primarch resides.

Hiss. Wait.

What about Nukaria?

There may be errors in the holographic star map, but why is there no planet orbiting outside this huge floor-to-ceiling window, exactly where Nukelia should be?

Legion Commander Gale opened his eyes wide in confusion.

Where is my planet?

Where did my huge planet go?

As the magnificent Emperor Dream arrived in the star system, the Warhound Legion did not see even a trace of it.

The planet recorded in the star chart is missing?

Within those few short decades of disappearance, they vanished completely!

Gale reported the news to the First Expeditionary Fleet, where the Emperor was stationed.

Their reply was simple—wait.

All we need to do is wait, and the Emperor will naturally resolve the issue and transfer the Primarch to the Warhound Legion's flagship.

As for the reason and the exact location of the original entity, the liaison personnel of the First Expeditionary Fleet remained tight-lipped and unwilling to say more.

So what can we do? We can only wait.

Corps Commander Gale waited in the reception room, while all the other company commanders waited outside.

But how long will we have to wait?

A golden light flashed, and a giant dressed in simple, rough clothes appeared in the reception room in the next instant.

"You are."

Acting Legion Commander Gale straightened up abruptly and looked up to carefully observe the demigod who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

His body was muscular and tall, giving him a strong sense of power—at the same time, his face looked weathered, and even though he wasn't very old, the years seemed to have left many marks on him.

Angron's face may not be as handsome as those Primarchs, but his brows still possess a leader's aura that inspires Gale to willingly follow him, making him feel genuinely submissive.

"Sir, Gale, the company commander of the War Dog Regiment, is here to receive your inspection."

"On behalf of the entire War Dog Legion, I swear my loyalty to you."

He stood up, took a step forward with his white and blue striped steps, and then knelt on one knee.

"Loyalty? To you?"

However, it seems that the Primarch of the Warhound Legion disregards Gale's and the Legion's loyalty.

"I've seen too many traitors and schemers; they always have such touching and moving stories that they make you want to piss."

The Primarch seemed to speak in a rather vulgar manner.

As he spoke, his face, radiating immense pressure, drew close to Gale. The absolute suppression emanating from the genetic level made it impossible for Gale to breathe.

"But what about in reality? Who can know if you self-proclaimed loyal war dogs will betray me when I need you most?"

"How will you prove your loyalty to me?"

"I"

Under the Primarch's persistent questioning, Gale found herself in a predicament from which she did not know how to respond.

When he first met the Primarch, he had no idea what the Primarch was thinking.

He could only keep his head down and remain silent.

"Is that your answer?"

The Primarch's tone was tinged with disdain: "Loyalty? It's just another empty promise that can never be fulfilled."

"No!"

Perhaps it was the Primarch's contemptuous attitude that ignited Gale's fighting spirit, for he looked up and retorted sharply, "My lord, to pledge allegiance to you means to give everything to follow you!"

"I am willing to accept whatever you decide, even death."

Even death?

The Primarch seemed indifferent to his words.

"Then you go die."

As he spoke, the other party took the chainsaw axe, which was the acting legion commander Gale's most frequently used weapon, from the wall and held it to his neck.

Then, the acting legion commander felt a distinct whooshing sound, the sound of an axe blade about to fall.

Gale had never expected, nor would he have imagined, that the Primarch's first act upon arriving inside the Legion would be to attack him, the very person who had expressed his loyalty!

A sense of absurd despair filled his heart.

But Gale still didn't dodge.

Since we made a promise to be absolutely loyal to the Primarch and obey all of the Primarch's orders.

Then he should offer his neck for execution and not try to dodge it.

Even if it means dying a meaningless death at the hands of the Primarch, it is worth it.

In the final moments of his life, Gail closed his eyes.

Time passed slowly, but the expected axe blade did not fall.

"呲-"

"You should really look at your ridiculous, stupid face, the one that's practically begging to be slaughtered."

With that, Anglong laughed and tossed the chainsaw axe aside: "You, go and call those guys outside in. I have something to say to all of you."

"Yes."

Seeing that the Primarch was not as brutal as he had imagined, Gale breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tsk, wait a minute."

"Find a chance to hide in this room first."

"Send someone else and tell them that I've already killed you."

"I want to see just how many truly courageous company commanders are in this so-called War Dogs legion!"

Angron was not satisfied with the performance of the acting commander of the Warhound Legion.

He was too submissive, like the slave gladiators of Nukelia, whom Angron disliked.

He never wanted to be a slave owner, not even when leading his gladiator brothers and sisters who were later found to be traitors. He never treated them as war slaves to be summoned and dismissed at will.

In a sense, Angron prefers those with a rebellious spirit.

(See Istvan III, "You Played Very Well")