Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Also, what is her name?

"Casgar Sherlock".

Dry mouth and throat, feeling nervous.

He bowed respectfully and introduced himself.

"The youngest son of the Sherlock family."

"Forgrim".

Her voice was clear and sweet, like honey that no human being in this world has yet been worthy of tasting.

She smiled and greeted the other person.

She was already prepared with polite responses to the successive suitors from the Sherlock family.

"Folphgrim?!"

However, Casca was quite startled by this.

The words that came out of her mouth were strange and unexpected.

He asked a question that wasn't really a question.

"You're Fugrim???"

"Our Chimos... is... is that Chimos?"

He clutched his head with both hands, his pupils dilating violently.

His voice trembled slightly.

Isn't that a ridiculous question?

Besides this Chemos, which other Chemos is there?

"Yes, that's right?"

“My adoptive parents named me [Forgrim], which is indeed a name of a deity from the ancient mythology of Chemos.”

"But I am not that goddess."

Even if Fugrim were a perfect person, he would have to think for a while about what the other person meant when faced with such a question.

In her opinion, Kasga probably mistook her for the water goddess from the legend of Chemos.

This kind of thing has happened before.

Her perfection is so striking that it is almost divine.

During this brief silence, Casca blinked hard, as if digesting some profound and obscure knowledge in his mind.

Casgar quickly understood.

He understood the origin of his handsome appearance.

He understood why he had heard six servants talking about it six days earlier.

He understood why he had suddenly found the carefully guarded purple door key.

He came to understand his dying planet, Chemos, and the Primarch of the Third Legion, the Vograim, whom he faced.

He realized he had been transported to the Warhammer world.

He understood it all.

Then, he smiled with relief.

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Chapter 2 A Fairy Tale of a Thousand Stars

Casca traveled through time.

(Old God Terran profanity), how did I end up in the Warhammer world?!

To make matters worse, he was transported to Chemos, the homeworld of Primarch Vograim!

He was spotted by Slaanesh, the Prince of Pleasure, the moment he landed!

In the Warhammer universe, the space outside the material world is called the warp.

Within this subspace reside four evil gods.

Slaanesh was one of them.

If any mortal manages to attract their attention, causing their soul to fall into their hands...

Then what awaits is the eternal and endless torment from the evil god after death.

And clearly, he had won the grand prize.

"Hahaha!"

It doesn't matter if you couldn't live within the Sixth Ring Road in your past life!

I can stay in the Sixth Ring Road forever!

Of course, these are all minor matters compared to what he sees and hears before him.

The key is--

(Old Holy Terra swear word) Fugrim, when did you (Old Holy Terra swear word) become a woman?!

Fugren, also known as Fugren, Third Sister, or Third Princess, is the Primarch of the Third Legion, the Sons of the Emperor.

In the Warhammer universe, he is a perfect Legion leader, a Primarch who is most merciful and compassionate to mortals, a master swordsman specializing in neck attacks, and a demigod who inspires humanity toward the future.

At the same time, he is also a demon prince who will eventually fall, a follower of the Prince of Pleasure, a lunatic, and a purple-skinned mudfish.

but!

No matter what, it absolutely, absolutely, absolutely could not be a woman!

The throne is yours!

Kasgar knew that Forgrim was the only Primarch in the original work who had been married.

But Casca would never know that the person he was going to marry was himself!

He's about to marry a Primarch!

he!

Follow Fugrim!

marry!

Casca was sweating profusely.

He felt a chill creeping down his neck.

quack!

I don't want to be a senior student, I don't want to be a headless knight!

Even in his most blasphemous dream from his past life, this development was perhaps a bit too ahead of its time.

This had a similar impact on his worldview as it did twenty years ago when a dump truck sped by and brought him here.

It's really confusing.

"are you OK?"

Seeing Kasgar suddenly erupt in strong emotional turmoil, Fugrim stepped forward with concern and confusion.

However, it's not necessarily true that it's all over!

Even if the evil god is watching and rejoicing at this moment.

Casca still has one last way to break the deadlock.

Yes, he can do it.

Having made up his mind, he smiled and spoke to the female archetype, whose face was full of doubt:

"Forgrim".

"You are the most beautiful Chemos girl I have ever seen."

There are stars in your eyes.

Casca's eyes were full of affection.

"However, as a descendant of the Sherlock family, I may need to go back and take care of some matters."

Smiling, Cassius retreated as fast as he could, waving goodbye.

Run away!

According to his memory, Fugrim lived on this planet for a total of fifty years.

Then she will join the Great Crusade that sweeps across the entire galaxy with the Human Emperor who comes to pick her up.

The Great Expedition will last for hundreds of years.

Until the final "Great Rebellion," Chemos, the homeworld of the rebel army, was completely destroyed by the Lion King.

He has more than two hundred years left.

Casca was confident that he would die before the Great Rebellion and the Extermination Order.

Although she didn't know if the Primarch becoming a woman would change the timeline, she thought that if she could reject the other party and live a peaceful life in Chemos, that would be fine.

As an ordinary and uninteresting person, Slaanesh, the evil god who possesses the highest and most intense emotions, would naturally lose interest in him.

Even if the Primarch falls into corruption in the future, Chemos will still usher in a new era before that happens.

Even if all of this is as brilliant and fleeting as a shooting star, even if the noble Fugrim and the Third Legion will later become puppets of the evil god.

What does this have to do with Casca, that dead man?

My friend, you are a heretic.

Having transmigrated to the Warhammer world, one should just drift along aimlessly.

Any idea that seeks to change or save this situation will only bring greater suffering.

This is the unchanging rule of Warhammer.

"Star?"

Upon hearing the compliment, Fugrim bent down to look at the other person, her eyes filled with joy.

"You also know about the existence of stars?"

Just as Casca just described.

In that instant, he did indeed see a myriad of dazzling stars reflected in Fugrim's pale purple pupils.

Before Casca could react, the Primarch's fair yet powerful hand firmly grasped his arm.

"Quickly, come with me."

Casca regretted it.

I shouldn't have been so cheeky.

He forgot that there are no stars in the dust that fills the sky of Chemos.

Apart from him and Fugrim, two outsiders, no one would remember that there were stars twinkling beyond the world.

He was now being led by the Primarch with an irresistible force through the lower factories of Carax.

The layout here is extremely complex.

The expansion of machinery, piling up in areas outside the original design, made the already cramped space even more congested.

It's hot and humid. The bustling workers toil here all day long, without a moment's rest.

This is also something that can't be helped.

Chemos was originally just a planet that produced minerals.