Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

In particular, the pervasive humanistic atmosphere and art on Chemos, coupled with its clean and honest political system that is almost entirely controlled by ordinary people, make Chemos truly remarkable.

This can be said to be the best way of governance that emperors sought.

Only Guilliman, who was discovered in the future, can be compared to him.

As a lost Primarch, Fugrim's governance skills and political acumen far surpassed those of her previous brothers.

The emperor greatly admired this daughter.

Seeing this, Casca, who was hiding among the police guards, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

so far so good!

The Primarch and the Emperor were having a great time chatting, and no one cared about him, a mere mortal!

He can get away with it!

Unless Fugrim specifically mentions it, no one would guess that she is actually married!

Of course, this is on the premise that she doesn't specifically mention it.

This was quite difficult for her, a person with a strong desire to perform.

"Thank you for your appreciation. But such an achievement is not solely due to my efforts."

"here!"

"Please allow me to introduce my husband to you—"

The uneasy Kasgar suddenly felt a tremendous force pull him out of the crowd and push him in front of Fugrim.

do not!

do not!

Don't!!!

Sister! Stop! Stop!

Casca struggled desperately.

But this resistance is no different from flirting in the face of the power of a Primarch.

He was pushed forward by Fugrim with a smile, to receive the gazes of everyone.

He felt the world suddenly become still.

He sensed the questioning gazes of the imperial guards with their golden corn-shaped heads.

He felt Horus's furrowed brow and scrutinizing gaze, and Horus's O-shaped smile, which was full of surprise and amusement.

As for the human emperor before him, whose facial expression was obscured.

He can't feel anything.

"Hello?"

He greeted her with a trembling smile.

He was there.

When someone asks about the time when Fugrim proudly introduces his spouse to the Emperor and his family, Kasgar will grit his teeth and tell that person: He was there.

Then?

Then, he closed his eyes.

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Chapter 20 Then, he closed his eyes (Part 2)

Emperor's Fantasy.

Third Legion Space Marine Sykestu was tidying up his personal cabin.

Somewhat strangely, even in his absolutely safe personal room, he was still fully dressed in the purple-gold power armor styled after the Third Legion.

They never took it off for a moment.

"grown ups!"

"You should go and rest first, I'll take care of these chores!"

Upon seeing this, the mortal servants who had returned from cleaning immediately stepped forward to dissuade them.

"Oh, right. Friend, this is for you."

Sykes didn't stop. Instead, as if remembering something, she took out a letter from her person and handed it to the mortal servant with a smile.

"Sir, I can't accept this! It's far too valuable!"

"Please accept this as a small token of my gratitude."

"Thank you, friend. You've been doing a great job ever since I've known you."

"My lord, I—!"

Sykes comforted the weeping mortal servants and urged them to leave, then continued with her work.

There was far more clutter than he had imagined.

A precious sword captured during the last war, medals won for bravery in battle, some canned food and letters sent from home.

Home.

Yes, it's been a long time since he's actually been home.

Sykes' thoughts drifted back to the past.

He was born into a noble and warlord family in ancient Europe.

His family wisely chose to side with the Emperor during the Terran Wars, and he and his siblings underwent modification surgery in the Emperor's reserve army at a very young age.

When talking about siblings, Sykes would rummage through and lift up an old photograph that was hidden under a pile of clutter.

There are three people in the photo.

Two were dressed in purple Space Marine power armor, while the other was dressed in golden Imperial Guard.

To his left is Sykes's older brother, who is also a Space Marine of the Third Legion.

He was an outstanding commander who led his troops to victory after victory and was appointed as the company commander of the 16th Company of the Third Army Corps.

As for his right-hand side, it is his most intelligent and also most promising younger sister.

Her outstanding potential caught the eye of the emperor, and she became one of the very few female members of the Imperial Guard.

He's in the very center of the photo, Sykes. An ordinary Space Marine.

Sykes stared at the old photograph, slightly lost in thought.

later?

Later they died, they all died.

Except for him, Sykes.

At the time, the Emperor was receiving the surrender ceremony on Proxima Centauri when a very serious rebellion suddenly broke out.

The rebels wounded the Emperor with a Vortex weapon from the Night Age, but he was able to escape danger thanks to the desperate protection of the Imperial Guard and the Third Legion Space Marines who were serving as his guards.

His two siblings, however, were not so lucky.

They remained on that planet forever.

And it transformed into the golden double-headed eagle emblem on his armor.

The Emperor said that this was an honor reserved only for the Imperial Guard and their Third Legion.

They wore the double-headed eagle, a symbol of the Empire, on their armor to commemorate their heroic deeds on Proxima Centauri.

The Third Legion will forever be the model for all Space Marines.

model.

What beautiful and noble words.

But more than any honor, he wanted his older brother and sister to come back.

Sykes sighed softly and tucked the old photograph into another letter in his hand.

After cleaning the room, Sykes packed all her remaining personal belongings into a small suitcase.

After closing the door, Sykes walked heavily across the smooth marble floor, the sound of his luggage rolling as he passed through the quiet ship's hall.

He found the person he was looking for.

"Secretary."

"My cabin has been evacuated. After I leave, please give the box and this letter to my family."

"What are you doing, Sykes?"

The other party was a little surprised.

"You're here to meet your Primarch, not to fight some apocalyptic war!"

“I know, clerk.”

“But after all,” Sykes said, pointing to his helmet, “you know my current situation.”

"Oh, that's true, that's true too."

He sighed and took the letter from the other person.

"Rest in peace, Sykes."

Watching the departing, lonely figure, the clerk quietly offered his blessings and put the letter into his pocket.

Sykes and this mortal scribe were very good friends.

Even though he knew that this guy wasn't a good person.

The Third Legion's recruits are mostly descendants of Terra Tech warlords like him, and many are even hostages from various warlord families.

Faced with such an army, it seems that the Emperor and Macardo never felt at ease with them.

This clerk was one of the people sent to monitor them.

He could sense the mortal's eagle-like gaze constantly scrutinizing everything about the Third Legion.

But they remain friends.

Where did we come from?

Oh, right, the Proxima Centauri Rebellion.

It is often said that the Third Legion is the unluckiest legion, and getting close to them brings bad luck.

Sykes wanted to refute this claim.

But it seems that the other party has a more reasonable and well-founded argument.

Following the chaos at Proxima Centauri, the Third Legion suffered heavy losses, losing six or seven tenths of its strength. But just at this critical juncture, when replenishment was urgently needed, another major crisis erupted—

The warship, laden with the genetic seeds of the Third Legion, suddenly vanished into the warp without a trace.

No one knows where the transport ship and the gene seed went.

Without the gene seed, they cannot perform gene modification surgery, and without gene modification surgery, their Third Legion will have no Space Marine recruits.

Having lost a large number of gene seeds and failing to find the original gene source, the Third Legion has been extremely slow to replenish its personnel, and its strength has dwindled to less than one-tenth of its former glory.

They can only pin their hopes on the extremely rare gene seed storage that exists only in lunar laboratories.

Hopefully, this last glimmer of hope will lead their Third Legion back to its peak.

"Hey!"

Sykes's thoughts of reminiscing were suddenly interrupted.

"Sydx! You're looking so dejected again!"

It was a purple-clad figure wearing full expeditionary power armor. Sykes recognized him from the decorations on the armor and his tone of voice.

Yulia, a Space Marine of the Third Legion, and a comrade of Sykes.