Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"woooooo"

"Seriously! This is so touching!"

"A masterpiece, this is a masterpiece!"

Then, Sykes, who had stood up, saw Yulia sobbing frantically inside her helmet.

What kind of reaction is this?

As a soldier of the Third Legion, a Space Marine who has undergone multiple transformations, how can he be preoccupied with trivial matters of love and affection?

"What's wrong!"

"Sydskul! Don't you have anyone you like?!"

".No."

Ok.

Not at all.

After being immersed in the performance by the Primarch himself, the members of the Third Legion, unwilling to linger for even a moment longer, lowered their heads and quickly led the group away from the theater.

Although it was indeed somewhat laughable, Sykes still felt a long-lost joy.

It's like finding a bit of fun in the previously meaningless, mechanical life.

He hadn't been this happy in a long time.

Especially after he was unable to even take on the duties of the honor guard.

Sykes remembers it all; it happened after the last batch of genetic seeds was burned.

Not long after that, he fell ill.

Many people in the Third Army Corps are sick.

Especially those survivors who fought against the lunar gene cult.

The investigation revealed that the opposing side used a genetic weapon virus that could contaminate the genetic sequences of Space Marines.

Similar to a progressive cancer, the patient's organs will gradually fail and become covered with tumors, until the body withers and rots, leading to death.

Even the genetically modified seeds that patients have come into contact with can become infected and cause disease.

"Fusarium wilt," is what pharmacists call it.

This became a nightmare for their Third Legion.

Even the legion's genius pharmacists are still helpless against this virus rooted in the genetic level.

Although a series of preventative measures were subsequently implemented to successfully contain the spread of the virus, there is currently no effective treatment for patients already suffering from wilt disease.

In other words, all we can do is watch them wither and die little by little.

Are we going to die?

"Melushin?"

The spider-like apothecary turned her head, and for the first time, Sykes saw a trace of pity in her cold eyes.

"No, it will only get worse."

"We will suffer a fate worse than death."

They visited many places on Chemos.

The bustling streets of Carax, the amazing street performances, and the local food street.

They tried them all.

They are experiencing Chemos, and the people of Chemos are experiencing them in return.

The locals were exceptionally enthusiastic and curious about these purple cans from outer space, asking them interesting stories about their origins from beyond the stars.

Some of the bolder children even dared to go up and touch their terracotta armor.

Sykes felt somewhat lost.

Normally, when the Space Marines encountered civilians, they would flee quickly, filled with fear and unease.

Even under the strict discipline of the Third Army Corps, it was the same.

Sykes was not surprised by this.

They are symbols of war, signs of conflict, and the vanguard of the emperor's army.

It has never been something that brings joy to people.

However, Sykes does not dislike anyone who is willing to get close to her.

But that will have to wait until I can shed my identity as a war machine.

Perhaps we should wait until the Great Expedition ends.

Perhaps, in time, he will come to this bustling yet peaceful city and spend the rest of his life in tranquility.

"Pfft, what am I even thinking?"

Sykes chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"This is the place where Chemos's heroes reside."

The road surface is smooth and clean, paved with white marble bricks, and the trees planted all over the mountains are neat and uniform.

A tranquil and harmonious manor.

I've seen many of these green-landed saxos before, but they usually belong to nobles on various planets.

And here, in front of each tree, a marble tombstone stands quietly.

Originally, this was just a barren mountain in the desert.

Today, the ownership of this beautiful land does not belong to any nobleman, but to every hero who dedicated himself to Chemos and transformed the wasteland into paradise.

Countless heroes who sacrificed themselves for a better tomorrow for Chemos are buried here.

"Chemos, the Chemos of the Chemos people."

Such brilliant achievements are due to the collective efforts of every Chemos, not the work of the Primarch alone.

This is what Fugrim said while standing at the entrance.

As heroes, they will naturally enjoy the most peaceful tranquility on Chemos.

Forever.

The birdsong is melodious. Before each tree, a name is engraved; before each tree, a story is told.

A long-lost sense of peace filled Sykes' heart.

"I really like it here."

And you, Sexton?

Yulia stood in front of the small hill, gazing at the endless green mountains below.

She raised her head and said.

"I"

Sykes looked around as if he were looking at his own home.

"I also think it's a good fit."

A fulfilling day.

In the newly established city of Chemos, the Third Army enjoyed a long-awaited day off.

But the sky never changed.

The light from Chemos comes from two stars that are extremely far apart.

Even though it was late, the eternal twilight still enveloped the earth, unchanged.

But people need rest eventually.

At this moment, most of the Kalashnikovs have returned home, while some have begun a new "night" life.

Carax remained as bustling as ever, but their day of exploring Chemos was drawing to a close.

Only one attraction remained, waiting for them to visit.

That's the sea.

From the sea of ​​Chemos.

Chapter 23 Then, he closed his eyes.

Sykes had seen the sea many times.

That was when he was still able to pick up a weapon and fight.

On some ocean planets, Sykes has also clashed with the most formidable alien adversaries.

In the aftermath of countless weapons strikes, giant waves rise, the ocean evaporates, and seawater becomes polluted.

Both sides exhausted all means to completely annihilate the other.

He had only ever seen the raging sea.

They have never been as calm as they are now.

The dim twinkling of the sun in Chemos caused the tides to lap against the beach, and the glow of the setting sun turned the sand golden.

The horizon was as smooth as a mirror, and at this moment, only the sound of the waves and the cries of seagulls in the distance still echoed in my ears.

"Look! It's the sea!"

Yulia was the first to step onto the beach, her full-body power armor making several dull thuds as she trod on the sand.

Sykes is not that childish.

He simply stood on the beach, quietly observing everything.

Sunset, beach, seagulls and waves.

And the person in front of me.

He took it all in.

It's as if I want to freeze this moment in my mind forever.

As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared behind the mountains, Sykes knew that their day off had come to an end.

"I hope you like Chemos and enjoy this day."

Fugrim held Kasgar tightly as he tried to break free, and slowly walked down the beach, smiling as he looked at the Third Legion.

She was confident that everyone would like her arrangements.

"My lord, the Third Legion is grateful for your selfless reward."

Sykes, along with the dozens of Third Legion soldiers behind him, approached her.

"As for now, please allow us, with our withered remains, to bid you a final farewell."

It's getting late.

Sykes, it's time to make this clear.

"you know?"

Fugrim was surprised.

Of course he knew.

As a patient of the "Withering Disease," he should have disappeared before encountering the original entity.

This was all to prove the purity of their genes, and also to maintain the "respectability" of their Third Legion.

For some reason, Fugrim had already learned of the rumors of the Blight disease in the Legion before they even landed.

For these Space Marines who were already doomed, Fugrim and Kasgar secured a day of leave for them from the Emperor.

They were even willing to argue with the emperor over this.