Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

The expeditionary fleet carried a clear mission—to use any means necessary to force various worlds to submit as quickly as possible and with the lowest possible casualty ratio.

If we follow the Lion King's method, we can crush all the defenders on the planet even more decisively.

But war-torn societies need repair.

Building new infrastructure requires a large amount of additional resources, and resource scarcity will hinder the Great Expedition's outward expansion.

Although both sides made tactical choices, it has nothing to do with right or wrong.

But Rogdorn's suggestion was indeed more reasonable—the reason these foolish pseudo-government bureaucrats surrendered and then rebelled before was because they did not understand the strength of the Empire.

When the mountain formation is about to crush him, these two-faced bureaucrats will naturally bow and scrape once again to welcome the great rule of the human empire.

"I cannot accept this!"

The lion king's green eyes flashed with anger, but it vanished in an instant. His demeanor eventually calmed, settling into a sincere plea.

“If our offensive is spread out, our legions will have to risk suffering even greater losses—we really don’t need to do that.”

According to Rogdorn, the deployment of 40,000 Imperial Fist Space Marines across the planet's vast expanse, in conjunction with the Mountain Array, could indeed achieve a widespread effect.

The massive and heavily armed Mountain Fortress also dealt the greatest psychological blow to the enemy.

However, there are also potential risks.

The lion growled, “If the inhabitants here are not as willing as you say, then weakening the attack could have a disastrous impact on our goal of a swift victory.”

"us--"

When explaining his tactical strategy, even the lion himself seemed a little stuck.

Forget it, I can’t continue.

brother.

Give me some, give me some.

Seriously, we've come all this way to help you deal with the troublesome enemy on your expedition. Even if we haven't done anything meritorious, we've certainly put in the effort, right?

When the Lion King arrived, he was still fantasizing that he could use the Dark Angel's powerful strength to decisively win the battle at a crucial moment when both sides were locked in a fierce struggle.

By then, Rogdorath and Forgrim will surely consider the Lion a powerful and reliable ally.

Only when the mighty Lion Lion Ryan becomes the Warmaster will the Great Crusade of the Human Empire be truly glorious!

The two Primarchs quickly reached a consensus.

"Lane, you played very well. I think you're a qualified candidate for Warmaster. You've earned my respect, brother."

"Also, I will vote for you when I run for War General."

"No, no, Brother Dorn, it was just a small thing I did while passing by. It's not necessary, really not necessary."

Isn't this ridiculous? Dorn is just too passionate!

"Brother Ryan, with your help, I will have the artists of the Son of the Emperor paint, write poems, and compose music for your heroic battle!"

"We must ensure that all of humanity in the Empire remembers the bravery and selflessness of the Dark Angels, and the might of human hero, the Lion Ryan Eljonsson!"

"Also, I will vote for you when I run for War General!"

Oh dear, I'm so sorry!

Fugen is so incredibly enthusiastic!

The fantasy time is over.

The reality is that Ryan couldn't gain any advantage against a truly stubborn rock.

They really didn't give them even the slightest chance!

Bro, there's really no need to get hung up on a tactical arrangement!

What difference would it make if, as Ryan requested, we gathered at one point and launched an attack on the enemy?

Not only is it safer and faster, but from Rogdorn's perspective, the Imperial Fist would also suffer fewer losses!

Why sacrifice so many Space Marines of the Imperial Fist just to claim credit?

"No, we will not sacrifice ourselves; they are finished."

Rogdorn seemed completely oblivious to the Lion King's hint, and simply continued speaking slowly.

"We must give the enemy a chance and encourage them to surrender. Reports indicate that the fleet is their strongest military force. Once their main force is wiped out, their resistance will not last long."

"Although I am not as battle-hardened as Horus, I have had my share of bloodshed."

“Lane, as one of our brothers and sisters, perhaps your vision is still limited by the war on our home planet.”

Click.

As Rogdorn finished speaking, the entire conference room fell into a deathly silence once again.

That's such real harm.

Rogdorn's words were always so honest, but lacked tact.

Like a sharp, precise blade, piercing straight into the heart of a lion.

What would happen if you put the most talkative Primarch of the Imperium of Man together with the Primarch of the Imperium of Man who has the most explosive temper (questionable)?

do not know.

All Casca could do was hold his breath and try to minimize his presence in the tense atmosphere, as if he were trying to avoid the image capture unit.

Even though Casca wasn't looking at any of the other screens, he could still feel that everyone in the expeditionary fleet was focused on the Lion.

What did the lion say?

His lips and eyebrows were already furrowed in a knot.

The reddish signal lights of the "Unyielding Truth" illuminated his golden beard and long hair, making him appear especially fiery.

The Lion King remained silent for a few seconds, without uttering a word, but simply reached out and pressed the tip of the sword at the waist of his ebony black armor.

It was a huge sword, even for someone of Primarch's size, it seemed like a giant sword.

Is he about to draw his sword?!

not at all.

The First Legion's Primarch lowered his head, still stroking the sword in his hand.

Lion, you are closing the gap between yourself and the Primarchs, Lion, you must be patient, be patient!

The overall situation should be prioritized. A commander should not get angry over such trivial matters!

Lion!

I am the War General! ...

I am the War General!!!

call.

The pent-up emotions in my heart instantly vanished.

How could a lion that has already become a war commander bother with a smelly and hard rock?

The next moment, the Lion King straightened his back slightly, and his cloak slid down his shoulders. Instantly, a tense atmosphere filled all the conference rooms of the three flagships.

"Please forgive my impulsive words, my brothers and sisters."

"I meant no offense," said the Lion King. "If my eagerness to carry out the Emperor's will has led to this consequence, then please accept my apology."

The Lion King admitted his mistake and apologized.

call.

Although no one uttered a single word during the entire meeting, Casca could still hear people breathing a sigh of relief.

"Our expedition is for the unity of mankind, not for enslavement."

Seeing this, Casca rushed over and added with a smile, "Diehards may only succumb to the threat of the sword, but I believe that most people will join the Empire freely from the bottom of their hearts."

"This is also the goal we strive for."

"it is good."

"Guidores," said Rogdon.

He called out to his company commander.

The other person stepped forward, raised his hand and pressed it against the fist emblem embedded in his breastplate, ready to obey orders.

"Notify the fleet that all ships depart to carry out ground bombing."

"Yes!"

The meeting has yielded results, and now it is drawing to a close, marking the beginning of the war.

Ryan and his expeditionary fleet had lost communication, leaving only Dorn, Casca, and the two fleets' observers on the channel.

Previously, it was Fugrim who participated in the discussion at the Casgar location.

Kasgar could sense how difficult it must have been for her to manage the relationship between Rogdorn and Ryan.

However, Casca felt a pang of sympathy seeing her so busy, worrying about Coz's illness and preparing for the expeditionary fleet.

Thanks for your hard work.

This is really tough.

He mediated between Rogdorn and Lane, who argued almost daily, to ease the tension.

It's hard to imagine how much mental stress she must be under.

However, Fugrim endured a lot during the time Kasgar was away.

However, according to the testimony of one of her favorite offspring, Ador, her mood improved dramatically immediately after Kasgar returned from Nostramore.

"It seems that the turning point was after Casca returned to the Imperial Pride after a long absence, and she hugged him and kissed him passionately."

"And then? What happened next? Do you even need to ask?"

That is of course--

"Forgrim hasn't arrived yet."

“Casca, I think you need to be more restrained.”

Perhaps sensing the awkward atmosphere, Rogdorn suddenly spoke.

Click.

The already quiet communication channel fell into a deathly silence once again.

Even more embarrassing.

"Okay, maybe it's not up to you to decide."

"Never mind what I said."

Seemingly realizing that his words had not achieved the desired effect, he added another sentence without expression.

Casgar: "?"

This is even more awkward.

Is this some kind of lame joke?

But why can't I see even a hint of a smile on his face?

Casca felt as if the temperature around him had suddenly dropped by several degrees.

Dorn may not be a psionicist, but he can still create frost around him.

Very powerful ability.

Since it's not a joke, how should I respond?

His face remained expressionless.

Perhaps he knew that this was a formal military meeting and not the place to discuss this, hence his awkward silence?

Who cares!

Hurry up!