Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

I'm sorry, it was a misunderstanding.

It would be impossible for someone with Rogdorn's unwavering and resilient character to withstand a century of constant ridicule and sarcasm.

Maybe this guy is indeed like a rock at times, but no matter what, he's still a normal person. Uh, a normal rock.

There is no comparison between him and Peturabo.

"In that case, please allow me to recount everything we will see and hear on Lycaeus next."

"There, we will meet Primarch 19, named Corvacs Corax, who looks very much like Conrad Coz, with black hair, black eyes, and pale skin. He has the ability to disappear from the enemy's sight."

"After landing in the atmosphere of Lycaea, Corax was raised by the local miners, and with the Primarch's innate knowledge and combat abilities, he led these suffering workers in an uprising and overthrew the planet's rulers."

"The first person he met upon landing on the planet was named Everenia. She was the first person he saw on the planet and also an extremely important older sister. After liberating the planet, Corax decided to rename Lycaus as the Savior and the Nineteenth Legion as the Raven Guard."

The rapid words, like those of an orc shooting a boy, were fired at Perturabo in an instant.

You're going to make a prophecy, right?

it is good!

I'll give you a prophecy!

From his life story to his experiences, his abilities, and his name, Casca revealed everything that should and shouldn't have been said!

"What did you say?"

But after listening to Casca speak, Peturabo appeared even more somber.

"Who is Averynia? In your prophecy, how does Corax view his sister?"

A strange thing is that Casgar never thought that Perturabo's entry point would be Corax's sister.

What is this guy thinking?

“Averynia has always been supportive of the Primarch’s actions, and she is someone Corax can confide in.”

"As for Corax, I don't quite understand what you mean. Of course he loves his sister very much, does that really need any further explanation—"

boom--

In that instant, filled with rage, Peturabo made his move.

Under his sudden heavy punch, even with the added strength of multiple forces, Kasgar still couldn't see his opponent's movements clearly and could only raise his arms horizontally in front of his chest to defend.

Fortunately, he wasn't alone.

Just as the opponent's punch was about to reach Casca's chest, a beautiful purple figure blocked his way.

With a deafening roar, although most of the impact was blocked by Fugrim beside Kasgar, the remaining shockwave still left an ugly wound in the exquisite and magnificent conference room of Emperor's Pride.

As for the paintings, sculptures, and decorations placed against the walls, they were all smashed to pieces by this punch, and most of the artworks that originally filled the entire cabin were instantly destroyed.

"Petulabo, what are you doing!?"

With a tone of both surprise and anger, Fugrim shouted loudly.

Before Kasgar, Fugrim held his fire blade horizontally in front of him, looking on in shock at the Iron Lord who had suddenly attacked.

In fact, Fugrim's temper wasn't among the best of the Primarchs.

Given that this was the first formal meeting between the Sons of the Emperor's Legion and the Iron Warriors, and considering they would be forming a joint fleet to travel to Lycaeus in the future, she exercised considerable restraint in front of Peturabo.

But Perturabo's sudden attack on Casca is really going too far!

Can this old woman tolerate this?

A deep fury erupted in Fugrim's purple eyes as she extended the fire blade in her hand, its tip aimed directly at Perturabo's neck, protected by steel armor.

Seeing this, the Iron Ring Automaton and Trident behind the Iron Lord also raised their weapons, and the atmosphere between the two sides immediately became tense.

"Alright, alright, please put down your weapons. This is not the time for us to fight each other."

Upon seeing this, Mortalian immediately stood up. He slowly walked in front of the two men and pressed their weapons downwards.

How did they start fighting without warning?

He was actually a little confused.

Although I'm often a bit mischievous and like to contradict others, it's not to the point of escalating to the point of inter-legal battles.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"What am I supposed to do? I'd like to ask what this Casca is up to!"

Peturabo's face turned red with anger, as if he had a bellyful of pent-up anger that he couldn't vent.

"You really think I can't understand your hidden meaning, kid? I already know who you're talking about!"

"You really think I can't understand sarcastic remarks?"

"?"

WTF?

Casca knew Peturabo was a bit of a goofball, but this time he was genuinely bewildered.

Even with his script-reading mindset, he couldn't understand why Perturabo suddenly went crazy—oh, right!

elder sister!

Casca suddenly understood.

He had been talking about how Corax unified the planet through his own abilities, and how Corax's favorite person was his sister.

Oh my god, that's me!

You're talking about me, kid!

Peturabo was so startled by what he heard that he started breathing out in shock.

"Lord of Iron, I do not understand what you mean."

Casca said without changing his expression.

He was trying hard not to laugh.

"You little brat!!!"

Seeing that he still had that indifferent, smug attitude, Peturabo was naturally quite angry.

It's just asking him to make a prophecy, isn't it?

This kid not only didn't make any prophecies about the new Primarchs, but he also used it to satirize his own growth trajectory.

Can't anyone else tell who you're talking about?

Of course, this wasn't what angered Peturabo the most.

What angered him the most was that he had actually slandered the Lord of Iron!

He slandered Peturab's sister, whom he loved and depended on the most!

That's absolutely impossible! Even though he had a slightly better relationship with the tyrant's daughter who raised him in Olympia, and often received help and support from her.

But these are all things she should do, and how could Peturabo, with a heart of steel, possibly have any feelings of dependence or reliance on a mortal?

This statement is simply too wicked!

That guy Kaska actually used some kind of prophecy to make sarcastic remarks about him!

This made Peturabo very angry.

what?

You asked what if he really did prophesy that the new Primarch also has an older sister, and that the new Primarch likes this sister very much?

And there was no veiled criticism of Peturab?

How can it be!

Based on Peturabo's extraordinary computing power and the experiences of all previous Primarchs on their homeworld, it is extremely rare for a Primarch to have a similar experience, let alone one that is almost exactly the same, given their superhuman strength, intelligence, and lifespan!

How could there be such a coincidence in this world!

But... the Crow King really does have an older sister!

Seeing that Peturabo was still in a red-hot state, Kasga wanted to say something, but he suppressed his desire.

“I don’t quite understand what you mean, Lord of Iron.”

Casca deliberately said, "But I can assure you of the accuracy of my prediction."

"Never make a mistake."

"Never make a mistake?"

Peturabo grunted in his throat: "Then I'd like to see if your so-called prophecy is truly as accurate as you say!"

This guy is talking complete nonsense!

What prophecy?

During that short period of time, Peturabo did not see even a trace of condensed psionic frost, nor did the temperature coefficient in the analytical instruments change at all.

This kid didn't activate any psychic prophetic abilities at all; he just made it all up on the spot!

It's just that this time it happened to be Peturabo who was implicated!

"If anything goes wrong, I leave it entirely to the Lord of Iron to decide."

Kasga continued, neither humble nor arrogant.

“No need, brother.” Mortalian leaned closer to Peturabo with a sigh.

After some time of reflection, he gradually understood why Peturabo had suddenly attacked people.

Sigh, his brother really is overly self-conscious.

What Casca was saying was clearly referring to himself and Typhon (Typhon's name at this time)!

Although there is a slight difference in gender, Typhon was the first person Mortalian met on Barbalus. The two hit it off immediately, completed the uprising on Barbalus together, and had the best relationship!

(But the gender was indeed incorrect.)

The prophecy about Nakasgar must be referring to Mortalian!

This Peturabo is really overly self-conscious.

Motalian thought to himself with a self-satisfied air, "The pot calling the kettle black."

"So be it."

Perturabo retracted the gun barrel from under his protruding steel gauntlet, and the numerous Iron Ring Automaton soldiers behind him lowered their weapons.

“If your so-called prophecies are false, I will put you on the fire and burn you, just as the prophet did to religious believers.”

"Don't even think about it!"

Before Kasgar could respond, Fugrim's sword was almost about to strike Perturabo.

"This is a military matter, sister."

A hint of disdain flashed in Peturabo's eyes.

In his view, it was Fugrim who, driven by emotion, chose to believe Kasgar's slander, over and over again.

Blinded by love, she was unable to see through Casca's scheme.

—The negative consequences of failing to control one's own emotions.

Their weakness is laughable.

This also means that the Emperor's Son's army cannot be commanded as easily as his own soldiers.

"As for your suggestion that the Emperor's son should lead the next Primarch return affairs, I agree."

“But if anything that happens next is even slightly different from what this Casca said, I will report your superstition and blind faith to the Terra War Council.”

"Don't go too far down the wrong path, sister. This is my last piece of advice to you."

"War blacksmiths, follow me back."

With that, Peturabo stood up irritably and walked toward the door.

At that moment, he looked at the destruction he had caused to the entire cabin with his furious punch.

The once magnificent and beautiful wall is now covered with fragments and dust.