Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

The “massacre” lasted for a very long time.

From the first company commander to the seventh, not a single person in the entire Warhound Legion dared to stand up against Angron's indiscriminate killing of company commanders.

The room connected to the reception room was already filled with the "dead" dog company commanders. If the next few company commanders didn't show any resistance and offered their necks for slaughter, then that would be truly...

This is so disappointing.

Fortunately, Angron's "slaughter" stopped in front of Kahn, the assault company commander of the 8th Company of the War Dogs.

When faced with Angrona's axe blade about to come crashing down, Kahn's approach was slightly different from that of his predecessors.

He ducked.

After dodging, he continued to reason with Angron.

Even without openly defying Angron's atrocities, Kahn's evasiveness seemed to make him more favored by Angron than the motionless "slaves."

"enough."

Just as Kahn was about to persuade Angron to take over as legion commander, the Primarch gestured for the company commanders he had "killed" to come out of the compartment behind him.

He received a speech from Kahn, the company commander of the Eighth Company.

Under Kahn's incredulous gaze, the seven company commanders stood in a row with their heads down, like children who had made a mistake.

"Listen, your name is Gale, and so are your company commanders."

“I don’t care about your future, but in my legion, I am not a slave owner, and I don’t want to see you guys who claim to be my sons following me around like slaves, thinking all day about how to give your lives to serve me.”

"Is it so hard to answer the question that I want my legion to be free of slaves?

Anglong's tone suddenly rose to almost a roar, shaking the earth so much that no one dared to utter a long word.

But in reality, Angron was so angry because he cared about the Warhound Warriors.

It warmed my heart after hearing that.

"And the answer?! Tell me, are there any lackeys in the War Dog Legion?!"

"no!"

"Speak louder! Answer me!"

"No!!!"

"it is good."

The wrinkles around Angron's eyes were tightly knitted together, and this was the first time the company commanders had ever seen the Primarch smile.

"It's a good thing that there are no lackeys."

"Anyone who's got a weak knee and wants to be a slave, get over here and chop off your own head and bring it to me. Don't bother me to do it myself!"

"have you understood?"

"clear!!!"

Anglong nodded, smiled, and patted Kahn's shoulder: "It's good that you understand."

"However, sir!"

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to mind someone challenging his authority, Kahn took the initiative to speak up.

"I have a name, I'm called Angron. There aren't any adults around here, understand?!"

"Yes, Commander Angron! I have a question I'd like to ask you!"

"ask."

"Sir, why do you insist that we keep our own ideas? Is this based on your experience or culture during the conquest of your home planet in the past?"

"This level of attention has made us all feel somewhat flattered."

As Kahn spoke, the other company commanders all nodded in agreement with the Eighth Company Commander's statement.

They didn't expect the Primarch to be as tolerant of the Blood Angels as Saint Gilles, but Angron seemed to be just as tolerant of the Warhounds as that extremely gentle Primarch.

This person is so kind!

"No, I'm not as great as you imagine."

“I have no intention of becoming a conqueror. When I was above Nukelia, I was nothing more than a powerless slave.”

"slave?!"

This caused quite a stir among the company commanders.

How dare someone, how dare some scoundrel treat the Primarch, whom the Warhound Legion has waited and looked up to for so long, as a slave!

A sense of anger at being NTR'd welled up in the hearts of the company commanders.

"Sir, please allow our warhounds to strike and tear to shreds those who dared to treat you as a slave!!!"

"No, it should be that it's no longer needed."

"Sir, what exactly happened? If possible, we war dogs will definitely seek justice for you!"

One of the company commanders shouted indignantly, and the others echoed his sentiments.

Angron turned his back to the crowd, recalling his years in the gladiatorial arena.

He thought of the elderly Onomamus.

"This is a rather long story."

Also on the USS Resolve.

Damn it, Old Huang!

You schemed against me!

As a beam of light landed, Casca was also teleported by the Emperor to the Resolute.

Angron is free.

But not everyone can gain freedom.

For example, some people named Casca seem to have never had one.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

The greater the responsibility, the greater the burden becomes.

Yes, the Emperor has taken notice of him.

After a series of twists and turns, they successfully rescued Angron from the tragic fate of being branded with the Butcher's Sting.

The Emperor would naturally not let go of Casgar, such a useful and handy tool.

He was then immediately sent to Nostradamus to provide psychological counseling to the sunny and cheerful young man.

"This is something I can only dream of—"

As the scenery changed, just as Casca was about to land and check its surroundings, it was suddenly bumped into by two unknown objects.

"Casgar—!"

"Waaaaah, you're finally back!!!"

A voice, tinged with sobs, came from above him.

It was Fugrim and her Imperial Fleet that had previously informed the Emperor of the arrival of the First Fleet at Nukelia.

But just when everyone was confident and ready to claim credit, not only did they fail to find Casca, but the entire planet had vanished without a trace!

This really worried Fugrim.

Not only was there no way to contact the Eldar pirates under the Emperor's nose, but there was also no trace of Kasga himself.

It was as if they had truly vanished from the world, leaving no trace of their existence.

Fortunately, despite the situation, the Emperor assured her that Casca and the others would survive and asked her to wait on the flagship of the Warhound Legion, the Steadfast Resolve.

Despite her reluctance and doubts, Fugrim ultimately complied with the Emperor's request and boarded the transfer ship to wait aboard the Resolute.

Unexpectedly, just as the Emperor had said, the Casca she had longed for was indeed transported to this warship.

"Casca! Are you alright? Have you encountered any problems these past few days? Have you experienced any other changes in your body?"

"You and the entire planet Nukelia have disappeared. Were you attacked? Were you injured?"

Having recovered from his initial near-suffocation, Fugrim cupped Kasgar's face in his hands, bombarding him with questions while gently stroking his cheeks.

Have.

I've become Asuyan.

Kasgar looked at Fugrim.

Of course, I couldn't actually say that to her.

"It's a long story. I encountered a very strange, bloodthirsty alien right here in Nukelia."

"Oh? What kind of bloodthirsty alien? Is it dangerous?"

Fugrim, who was holding Kasgar tightly, changed her position and sat Kasgar on her lap.

Next, Kasgar emphasized the cunning, treachery, and evil of the bloodthirsty aliens, highlighting their powerful ability to assimilate humans. He stressed that these damned blood aliens would likely become an inevitable obstacle for humanity's Great Expedition.

Ugh!

How could the Blood Alien be so evil!

Then Kasgar went on to recount in detail his encounter with the Dark Eldar, starting with the predicament Nukelia faced and how he eventually escaped from the lair of those warp aliens.

Of course, the details about Asuyan emanating from his body were omitted.

In any case, after confronting Khorne, the orange-red crystal lost all its luster, having exhausted all its energy.

With just a small fragment, he was able to stand against a Chaos God for a period of time. It is very likely that Asuyan at his peak was far more powerful than Kaska imagined.

"Finally, I landed on the Imperial Dream and was urged by the Emperor himself to go to Nostramore to meet the new Primarch."

"Yes, that's right. Our Sons of the Emperor fleet will also be heading to Nostramore soon, following the Emperor."

After hearing Kasgar's story, Fugrim smiled and nodded.

It seems Fugrim really enjoyed the story. Did Kasgar manage to get away with it?

He breathed a sigh of relief: "If there's nothing else, let's hurry back to the legion!"

"We are about to head to Nostramore, and as the perfect Legion, we need to be fully prepared for the new Primarchs we will encounter—"

"Don't leave."

A cold, merciless iron hand grabbed Casca's body as it tried to leave, and the arms quickly hooked Casca's upper body from the front.

Fugrim moved closer to Kasgar's back, and he could even feel the other's soft breathing.

Somewhat itchy.

Of course, aside from the itching, Casca was mostly afraid.

Kaska was truly terrified at this moment.

It's more frightening than facing Khorne.

Before the Brass Fortress, when the enormous, blood-red phantom on the Brass Throne cast a glance toward Casgar.

That powerful sense of oppression emanating from mountains of corpses and seas of blood can indeed bring extreme fear on both a physiological and psychological level.

Those with weak wills will be corrupted into a chaotic egg by the overwhelming killing power even with just a glance.

But Casca persevered.

It's just a dog-headed man with one side paralyzed! It's no big deal!

Kasgar's courage was enough to overcome Khorne's corruption.

—But at this moment, he couldn't maintain that confident feeling in front of Fugrim.

Scared.

This time, Casca was truly afraid.

It's really scary.

Kasgar could sense that the Vorgrim before him was far more terrifying and horrifying than the Khorne he had previously needed!