Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Putting aside the twenty-first one for now, why do the twenty beings in the Emperor's hands look so familiar?

That's myself! The eighth one!

Yes, that's him! It's Kurtz!!!

What do you mean?

The Primarch is not only a product of genetic science, but also a monster that was created through an exchange with some kind of being!

wrong!

What is this? What are all these?

What did Koz see?!

Primarchs are all monsters! Monsters obtained in exchange for the promises made under the Emperor's Bargain!

What did he promise? What did even emperors promise in exchange?!

Like a variable that should not exist in this world, guided by that strange existence that should not exist in the present world, Koz seems to see things that he should not have seen.

Knowledge is a taboo subject.

Sometimes, knowing more doesn't bring happiness.

(Kortz really did say that to Magnus)

Moreover, he also saw that the being's existence seemed to be brewing some kind of powerful force, which was being restrained by his physical body.

And the source of that power—

Pointy ears!

!! ?

This seems like a terrifying discovery, something that no one seems to have noticed. But it is precisely this kind of problem that no one would suspect that is the most terrifying!

Gua! ! !

Koz, Koz didn't see anything!

In a panic, he frantically tried to gouge out his own eyes.

“Conrad Coates, calm down, for I have come to bring you back.”

But as a soft golden light flashed, all of Koz's illusions vanished.

But memories cannot be erased.

Koz has seen far too much that he shouldn't have seen.

He turned around in terror, his body hunched over in fear, and pointed at Casca, whom no one had paid any attention to before, and cried out in horror.

"you!"

"You are the spirit—"

when!

A sudden burst of golden light soothed Coz's pain under the Emperor's benevolence.

"Haha."

“It seems that Conrad Coates has seen through my psychic power.”

He smiled and gently patted Coz on the shoulder.

“I don’t have that name, Father.”

“I am the midnight ghost, and I know perfectly well why you have come.”

Looking at the instigator beside him who was dealing with the beings of the warp, Koz...

His relieved smile was stiff.

Koz, also known as Midnight Ghost, eventually obeyed the Emperor's orders.

He will ascend the Emperor's Pride, and until he is able to command the legions, he will be under the guidance of Fugrim and Kasgar.

Accept—who?

Wait! It's that damned warp creation, that human that shouldn't exist!

No, it's not human!!!

"Get out of my way!!!"

On the Imperial Pride, Coz bared his teeth and growled at Casca as he entered the room.

Chapter 150 Coates's Joint Consultation

The streets of the upper level of Nostramo.

The Gothic-style buildings soared into the sky on a rainy night.

Nostradamus is always shrouded in a fine drizzle, no matter how many greedy factory owners and incompetent environmental engineers have been hanging upside down on its spire.

Even though the rain was so clear and bright, it meandered and gathered like silver snakes on the clean streets until it dripped into the well-maintained drainage system.

Nostrama has changed a lot.

But some things may never change.

Accompanied by the inherent fog of its geography and climate, Nostradamo is always a rainy, gloomy, and foggy city.

The dim light of the star could not illuminate Nostramore's nest city, and the excessive humidity, along with the rising steam, shrouded the streetlights in a hazy layer of moisture.

Under the streetlights emitting a pale yellow glow, two black figures carrying umbrellas collided on the street.

"Sir, your umbrella poked me."

"Ah, I'm so sorry. Please allow me to express my apologies."

Their Nostramo accent was slightly off; the one who accidentally bumped into someone bowed six times, smiling apologetically as he invited the other person to his favorite tavern for a get-together.

"Perhaps next time, sir."

"However, I am quite curious about what kind of fine wine could win the favor of a gentleman like you."

He smiled and declined the other person's offer.

Judging from the words and actions of the person holding the umbrella, as well as the luxurious umbrella they were carrying, this gentleman must have come from a prominent noble family.

The Skolewalker family.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, only they understood the code.

The Skolewalker family's power in Nostramore was at its zenith.

These guys claim to be descendants of ancient planetary rulers who have survived to this day under the watchful eye of the impartial Midnight King, and for this they seem to have some connection to certain noble genealogies and ancient mythological figures.

Despite their efforts to climb the social ladder, the rough, large hands of assassins still betrayed their true status as superiors.

But for those in real power, these petty uglinesses mean absolutely nothing.

The important question is who controls everything on Nostrama.

The answer is rain.

Rain has taken control of everything on Nostrama.

The two people, holding umbrellas, never dared to let their exquisite dresses get soaked by the rain.

"It's neither good nor bad, but it seems there's a new bartender at the bar."

"The old bartender is gone."

He continued, as if he were truly describing a bartender.

"It seems he retired due to his age, and his son—a young upstart—took over."

"I also happen to want to try the new bartender's drinks to see if they're worth a try."

"If possible, I'd even like to mix the drinks myself."

After saying that, he looked into the distance.

That was the location of the Midnight King's residence—no, it should now be called the Governor's residence of Nostrama.

"Friend, please forgive me for refusing."

"Fine wine is tempting, but what if I drink one and the rain gets heavier?"

"If we were to pass out drunk on the roadside, wouldn't that tarnish our image as gentlemen?"

The other person looked at their feet with suspicion.

The water splashed against the grating at the entrance of the sewer, creating a cluster of tiny, joyful droplets.

But they were all afraid of the rains of Nostradamus.

The rain came without any warning, and it fell heavily and rapidly.

The former nobles, who had been humiliated, fled in panic and had no choice but to return home.

Only those guys who know how to use umbrellas and cleverly learn to hide under them can avoid getting soaked in the heavy rain.

They were also able to secure a few seats in the once-crowded tavern.

Even so, as long as it's raining outside, I don't dare to drink freely.

The passerby still looked somewhat displeased.

If you drink too much or too fast, you will lose your grip on the umbrella and your center of gravity will be unstable, and you will surely fall into the puddle by the roadside.

He fell very hard.

This made them very unhappy.

Fortunately, there is no sun that never sets, nor rain that never stops.

Once the rain gradually stopped, it was time for these gentlemen to put away their umbrellas and head out to enjoy their fine wine.

"But I'm afraid this rain doesn't seem to be going to stop anytime soon."

"Besides, I've heard that the old bartender's recipe is very strong, so even if the drink is delicious, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to drink it."

"Not coming?"

"Not coming."

"laugh."

The man from the Skolewalker family laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The other person laughed along.

He shook his head helplessly.

They are all old foxes.

Without any real trump card or any promises of benefits, how could other drinkers possibly go with them?

He smiled and sighed.

"Sir, I have another suggestion."

"If you'd like, you can share an umbrella with us."

As he spoke, he proudly showed the other person the ornate embroidery on the edge of the umbrella.

“Look at the name embroidered on this, my friend. Jando Skrewock. You probably don’t know the guy with the tattoo on his face.”

"But I can proudly tell you that he passed the first selection of Space Marines and, following in the footsteps of the Midnight King, joined the Great Expedition to the stars."

Jando Skrewock.

Another passerby had heard of this name; it referred to the first group of warriors chosen to travel into space.

Of course, because his name is so difficult to pronounce, everyone prefers to call him "The Tattooed Earl".

With the umbrella he gave them, the Skolewalker family could drink more easily and without fear.

The umbrella was large enough that they could all prepare in advance so that they wouldn't be afraid to run around when the next rain came.