Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

He succeeded.

Although the legion commander and many of his brothers died gloriously in battle, their sacrifice was not in vain.

They protected the entire ship's genetic seed, and they protected the future of the Third Legion.

Upon waking, supported by the pharmacist, he looked at the ship full of genetic seeds and smiled happily.

hope!

There is hope!

As long as the genetic seed remains, their Third Legion can be rebuilt!

The corps commander's sacrifice was not in vain!

But fate always seems to play a cruel joke.

"The time has come."

"Destroy all of these things."

The towering flames spewed from the jets cast a long, long shadow of Sykes, who was slumped on the ground.

It’s over.

It's all over.

The entire ship's genetic material had already been contaminated in the lunar laboratory.

What he was holding onto was not the future of the legion, but the already corrupt and filthy soil.

What he was hoping for never made any sense.

His mentor, his legion commander, the rising star of their Third Legion, a master of swordsmanship and tactics.

There were so many kind and upright comrades who died for such a ridiculous reason.

"Navespasian, the future of our Third Legion—"

"There is no future, Sykes."

The newly appointed commander remained silent for a moment.

"No, it's in the future."

He held a flamethrower and had his back to Sykes.

"The moon's gene pool has been completely contaminated."

"The Third Legion is completely finished."

".unless--"

"Unless what!?"

"Don't leave things unsaid, Vespasian! Unless what?"

"Unless we can find our original genome right now."

Finding the lost original gene is no easy task.

The Primarch was swept away by a warp storm at birth and has been scattered throughout the universe ever since.

Finding them is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

Stupid!

Sykes, who was deep in thought in the middle of the landing craft, heard the sound of the hatch opening.

"We've arrived! The photos are real, and the scenery here is truly beautiful!"

"Get ready quickly, the Primarch is waiting for us!"

He heard Julia shouting excitedly from the side.

But just as the Third Legion was about to perish, just as Sykes was about to despair...

And sure enough, they found her on this very Chemos.

Hehe, hehe.

He didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.

Perhaps reality will always be an absurd comedy filled with bottomless dark humor.

It makes it impossible to guess whether the next step will be better or worse.

But no matter what, we must keep going.

Sykes, keep going.

"Has the plan changed?"

The group, who were on their way to Carax Parade Ground, stopped in their tracks.

"That's right!"

Before they could even reach the plaza and stand still, a tall and imposing figure suddenly blocked the view of the Third Legion Space Marines.

Fugrim.

Their genetic prototypes.

Despite not knowing what the other person looked like, Sykes's intuition from deep within her genes led her to make a direct judgment.

How could Fugrim, who loves to show off in front of others, possibly play by the rules?

"This is your first time visiting Chemos, you are our honored guests."

"There's no reason to inspect the guests right away."

She excitedly spun around on the spot, raising her right hand behind her back.

The gorgeous traditional dress she wore, characteristic of the Chemos people, traced a graceful arc.

A sonic boomerang had appeared in his hand without him even noticing.

Her appearance makes her seem less like the offspring of an emperor or demigod and more like a hospitable tour guide.

"Here, we have prepared a special journey for all the valiant soldiers of the Third Army Corps—"

As she spoke, several beautiful landscape images flashed on the giant screen behind Fugrim.

Although the elaborate lace decorations are indeed a bit tacky, they do not change the fact that the scenery is beautiful in itself.

"Dang-dang-dang!"

"—A day trip to Chemos!"

Chapter 22 Then, he closed his eyes (Part 4)

"Great!"

Yulia cheered excitedly, raising her arms and shouting, completely lacking the demeanor expected of a Third Legion Space Marine.

Sykes stared at the other person, thinking to himself.

He now understood why he always had a strange sense of déjà vu when looking at the original.

Yulia's personality seems to be very similar to that of Fugrim.

They were all extremely noisy guys.

But it's been a long time since I've had any rest.

It's not that he dislikes it.

"Men of the Third Legion, please follow me."

A very young and handsome man slowly walked out from beside Fugrim and smiled at the crowd.

"Look! Look! It's him!"

Yulia, who was following behind him, suddenly stepped forward and slapped him on the shoulder. "It's him! Our Primarch's husband!"

"It seems...it seems to be called Casca!"

So young?

At his age, he could easily undergo genetic modification to become a Space Marine, and he's actually Fugrim's husband?

Fugrim even argued with the Emperor over him?

The good news is that he is still alive.

This shows that despite the argument, the benevolent emperor ultimately did nothing to harm him.

Then look at their height difference.

Thinking of this, Sykes's expression became somewhat strange.

The Third Legion consists entirely of the Primarch's offspring. Since the Primarch is already married, shouldn't they call him that?

Father?

Of course, it's impossible for it to actually be called.

Silently following Casca onto the specially designed low-altitude transport boat, Sykes sat in the carriage looking out at the bustling scene outside the window.

Lush greenery adorns this bustling steel city of Carax, where vehicles come and go in a constant stream. The steel-supported buildings each have their own unique characteristics, yet they do not disrupt the overall harmony.

Chemos is truly a beautiful and bountiful planet.

As a former member of the Emperor's guard, he also accompanied the Emperor to several beautiful human pocket empires.

But it's rare to see a place develop as peacefully and harmoniously as Chemos.

Especially considering that this planet was a barren wasteland thirty years ago.

Shortly after disembarking from the airship, Fugrim disappeared.

It was Casca who led everyone to an extremely magnificent theater hall.

The marble columns and walls are intricately and beautifully carved, with countless paintings by famous artists hanging on the walls, and the lighting facilities are complete.

It seems they even booked the entire venue for them.

"This is... this is a program that Fugrim specifically requested."

Kasga read this passage with particular clenched teeth.

"Now, please take your seats and enjoy her solo performance:"

"The Thirty-Year-Old Chemos Centaur Gold Ring"

".Vogrim!"

"You! Will always be mine—the Centaur!"

"No matter where you go in the future, I will always be by your side!!"

【End】

Snap, snap, snap.

After the performance, Sykes stood up and applauded.

The play was performed very well, showcasing the Primarch and Kasgar's thirty-year emotional journey on Chemos.

The performance was superb, the script was brilliant, and the show was magnificent.

The actors also performed with great passion.

amount.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that the actors were a bit too passionate.

On stage, Fugrim alone conveyed the grandeur of a thousand troops.

It was practically crawling around on the ground while shouting.

Such a genuine and heartfelt performance made Sykes feel an urge to pierce his terracotta boots with his toes.

He only felt relieved when he saw Casca, who was holding his forehead and dared not lift it.

Bro, I get it.