Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

I hope I never will know.

However, it is said that before setting off, Luther voluntarily transferred himself to Caliban's rear, as if begging for mercy, to focus on the logistics and production of the Dark Angels.

After the Lion King reluctantly agreed, he expressed his boundless gratitude for the Lion King's magnanimity.

—Then, in the next second, they boarded the void ship bound for Caliban.

run!

Run!

Before the Lion King could catch up with Luther and try to persuade him to stay, he fled to Caliban without looking back, as if he had encountered a fallen angel from the inner circle.

Even the slightest hesitation would be a grave disrespect to the play "The Caliban: Knights of the Order".

Although the outcome didn't change much, it seems that Luther's impression of the lion has improved considerably.

perhaps?

As for Horus, the remaining Shadowmoon Wolf, he received a request for assistance from the star sector.

Several Imperial worlds near the Ulanno sector have lost signal, leading the Terra War Council to suspect that some kind of alien enemy or rebel force is operating in the vicinity.

After weighing their options, they decided to send Horus and his Shadowmoon Wolves as the vanguard to scout ahead and send back their reports for a final decision.

Horus naturally accepted the mission without hesitation.

Of course, at this time, he had no idea what kind of centaur gold ring awaited him on this planet in the future.

But Casca knew.

he knows!

Tzeentch followers often curse knowledge, and if you possess too much knowledge that you shouldn't have, you will fall into their trap.

But Casgar's curse originated from himself.

What are we going to do now?!

He was afraid.

Thanks to Fugrim's efforts, the entire world of the Empire now knows that the [Centaur Gold Ring] was promoted by Kasgar!

Now, how is he going to explain this to the emperor?

[I just thought it was funny and said it casually, I never expected it to go viral.]

【Ha ha. 】

Casgar: "."

He was doomed.

However, he also had something to say.

You, the emperor, aren't much better!

They created a whole bunch of prototypes with psychological and mental illnesses, and now I have to take care of them!

Bringing one is one thing, but after bringing one, you have to bring another one.

This is even better. Since Corax is the kind of good kid who's absolutely fine, I'll also push Perturabo and Mortalian towards my side!

Are these guys all capable of welcoming the Primarch's return?

Are you really not worried that Corax, seeing a combination of a mentally ill person and a freak with no personal hygiene, will still choose to willingly abandon his savior and join the Empire?

Ah!

Casca's head started hurting again.

Why these two?

Before any of the Primarchs planned to rebel during the Great Crusade, Kasgar believed he could predict the future course of events using his magical flames or his prophetic knowledge from reading the script in advance.

But Peturabo and Motalian think differently from normal people!

First of all, neither of them likes psionic powers; Mortalian even despises them.

Even if Kasgar used his power to heal Danteok, Kasgar's favorite war blacksmith, he might be met with another barrage of insults instead of gratitude.

Why did you try to stop the survival of the fittest among the Iron Warriors? These stupid, useless trash who've been hit by the alien aging ray should just be given a piece of land to die slowly on their own.

That doesn't make sense, it just doesn't make sense!

There's no way to raise even the slightest bit of favorability towards Peturabo.

As for Mortalian

This kid isn't a bad person at heart, although he can be a little stubborn at times and likes to deliberately contradict others.

Fortunately, his cognitive abilities are generally normal, except that he likes to smoke some original poison gas from Barbarossa, which makes his personal hygiene questionable. In fact, Mortalian is quite normal at the moment.

An absolute materialist, even born into the filthy alien castle, he still displayed his rebellious spirit, rallying and leading his human followers to steadily advance against the alien enemy's fortress, gradually securing victory in the war.

(Actually, Angron is the same, but why is it treated differently? I'm wondering.)

They immediately boosted the Emperor's favorability.

The problem is that Kaska possesses psionic abilities.

To a Primarch like Mortalian, who was extremely opposed to the use of psionic energy, his view of Kasgar's psionic flames was essentially the same as Kasgar looking at Magnus.

This guy is playing with fire!

They don't take "Imperial Truth" seriously at all!

This is no ordinary wizard; we have to use our full strength!

Furthermore, Mortalian's entire life trajectory from birth was a path predetermined by the evil god Nurgle.

Whether it was the planet Barbalus where he initially landed, or his encounter with Typhons, the Nurgle cultist lurking beside him, or his eventual imprisonment in the warp with the Death Guard and his insane vomiting, it was all part of the Nurgle Project.

Now it's too late for Casca to save them.

He already regarded Typhon as his other father, so what difference would it make if Casca said anything more?

What if one day someone kidnaps you and takes you into the subspace, and the navigator is killed along with you? Wouldn't you just end up as a hero who eats up history?

Can we escape? We can't!

Kasgar felt that any other traitorous Primarch could be pulled back.

But Casca felt that these two were absolutely hopeless.

Even if the Emperor thinks Mortarion can save him, he'll have to go to Nurgle Gardens himself to retrieve him.

Casca, waiting in the landing zone, could only stare speechlessly at the magnificent golden ceiling of the [Emperor's Pride] flagship.

Given all this, what else can he do?

We can only take it one step at a time, but at least we need to protect Corax from being affected by these two people.

Ugh!

I finally made it to the reward stage, and now they're going to increase the difficulty.

Is this some kind of dynamic balance difficulty?

This old man, Huang.

Nothing.

The thought of having to place the centaur gold ring on Horus's finger in front of everyone, under the watchful eyes of all the Primarchs, instantly dispelled most of the pent-up frustration in Kasgar's heart.

The sound of the landing craft engines blasted incessantly in Casca's ears.

The roar that came from afar indicated that the aircraft had escaped the vacuum environment and entered the interior of the Emperor's Pride.

call out--

Just as Casca had anticipated, after passing through the airlock, the landing craft spewed out a powerful blast of air from the side entrance and cut into the center, completing a gentle landing at the designated location.

Judging from the aircraft's iron-gray paint and the fact that all the exterior windows were closed, it seems more like Peturabo's vehicle.

Peturabo

Kasgar ran the name through his mind, even though he had never actually seen the Primarch of the Iron Warrior Legion in reality.

But his name had already been etched in his mind long before Casca was even brought in by dump trucks.

Difficult.

The side door of the ship opened, and just as Casca had expected, the steel giant with a heavy shadow between his brows walked straight out of the landing craft's hatch.

Following him were not only the war blacksmiths, but also the iron ring automatons that moved according to the data nerves behind his head.

"Welcome, Lord of Iron."

Fugrim stood before the many sons of the Emperor, clapping and celebrating.

"Thank you for waiting, sister Fugrim."

He nodded slightly to Fugrim.

"Motalian's ship is right behind us; that guy is always a step behind."

Although Peturabo's attitude towards other Primarchs has never been very good.

At the same time, Peturabo also respected artists and fine artists.

He was still willing to befriend Primarchs like Fugrim.

Of course, if it were a real architect like Dorn, he wouldn't be so polite.

Those in the same industry are often rivals.

Shortly after he landed, another gray, white and green landing craft followed suit and landed.

The meeting was held in the conference room at the bow of the Imperial Pride ship.

After passing through the ornately decorated Phoenix Theatre and the Triumph Road, Peturabo looked noticeably better.

Perhaps the empire wasn't as terrible as he imagined.

There are some people in this world who understand architecture and aesthetics, although they are far too flamboyant and lack the ability to restrain their desires compared to Peturabo.

Flashy!

Too many meaningless decorations, too many fancy carvings and ornaments; it doesn't look like a battle flagship for an expedition at all.

It looks more like a yacht used for vacations by corrupt officials.

Compared to his perfect war machine, the Imperial Pride may be ingeniously designed, but it still cannot escape its owner's rejection of aesthetic enjoyment outside of war.

Therefore, it is always slightly inferior to his Ironblood.

What a pity. What a pity.

His siblings were all unable to achieve perfection for various reasons, while he, the only one who could come close to this goal, was always envied and ostracized.

The pathetic people clamor that only Roguedon is the most brilliant tactician, that only Roguedon knows how to deploy troops, and that only Roguedon knows how to build fortifications.

These mediocre people were unable to comprehend the profound meaning he wanted to express through his architecture.

Alas, the world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be.

So sad, so sad.

Peturabo gazed at the magnificent, purple-gold-painted archway of the Triumph Road and couldn't help but utter such sentiments.

Why did the Peturabo brothers, after seeing my architecture, smile, shake their heads, and sigh?

It's strange that he wouldn't answer me when I asked him what he thought of these buildings.

The team's in-game voice chat channel from Fugrim posed this question to Kasgar.

As the product of her years of research at the Jupiter Shipyard, the Imperial Pride has always been her masterpiece.

I don't know, maybe it's because he couldn't pinpoint the shortcomings of your flagship phone.

Who can really know what Peturabo is thinking?

He's probably mentally battling with the Void of Roguedorn again.

The interior of the Emperor's Pride flagship is absolutely gorgeous; perhaps it is such a beautiful existence that gives them enough visual shock.

As the silent Perturabo and Mortalian entered the conference room at the bow of the ship, the legion leaders each took a seat in a corner.