Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"No! It's not that simple!"

"What will those who follow the New Primarch think? And what will the New Primarch himself think?"

"We cannot rashly force him to be the savior without considering his own wishes; that would be the most foolish thing to do!"

The more Mortalian spoke on the holographic projection screen, the more excited he became, almost to the point of standing up and slamming his fist on the table in front of him.

If Kasgar's guess is correct, Mortalian now seems to have deeply identified with him.

He hates it!

He regretted not accepting the Emperor's provocation back then, and he regretted losing the final battle against his alien adoptive father.

When the Emperor descended upon Barbarus, the homeworld of the Mortalians, the Mortalian rebels had already essentially taken over all the territory on the planet.

Apart from the alien foster father's fortress, which is difficult to access due to the protection of the poison cloud, all other places have been successfully liberated by the Mortalians.

The rebels only need to besiege the enemy's fortress and wait for the enemy's resources to run out. That will be the day when all of humanity in Barbalus is liberated.

But at that very moment, a stranger arrived at Mortalian's camp.

He pointed out that Mortalian was too afraid of confronting the enemy head-on, so he resorted to a scorched-earth strategy. If he continued to be a coward, he should be made the leader of Barbarossa.

Mortalian could not tolerate such treatment.

The two immediately made a bet that they would go and fight that damned alien warlord one-on-one right now.

The loser has to call me daddy!

Because his desire to prove himself was too strong, he was forced out of the fortress by the Emperor when the unification of Barbarus was just around the corner, and went to fight his alien adoptive father one-on-one.

—And then I never won.

His fighting style was not the defensive counter-attack and steady tactics that Mortalian was familiar with, and coupled with the unbearable Barbarus gas, he was unable to unleash his full strength in the battle.

Lost.

We fell for that guy's treacherous scheme!

Mortalian had always held a grudge about this and could not forget it.

Under the corrosive effects of the alien's poison, Mortalian could only lie on the ground in humiliation, watching as the Emperor, radiating intense holy light, instantly killed him, gaining the faith and love of all the people of Barbarus.

But what about Mortalian?

He could only lie on the ground and watch all of this happen, like an incompetent husband.

This is so humiliating!!!

The emperor could never have imagined that his one outburst would leave Xiao Mo with a lifetime of scars.

“This is a complete attempt to steal credit; we can’t do that.”

Having emerged from painful memories, Mortalian reiterated this point.

This is a crucial moment for the new Primarch to establish its authority.

If you want to maintain a good relationship with him in the future, it's best not to make a move now.

"So we're just going to stand here and watch, like spectators in the VIP section?"

"What if the battle goes wrong because of our inaction on the part of the new Primarch? Will they blame us for standing by and doing nothing?"

Peturabo expressed his opposition.

They're here to welcome the Primarch's return, not to wait and watch the show.

"In that case, I have a decision to make."

Fugrim stopped the two from arguing.

“We can land on the Lycaus using only a small cargo merchant ship, just like those Imperial officers did when they were gathering information.”

"If the new Primarch can successfully deal with the threat from the main planet, we can watch them win their battle on the planet."

"But if they encounter danger in the battle, we can also urgently call for help from nearby fighter groups."

A compromise suggestion, but one that is indeed suitable for the current situation.

Normally, the Emperor is the one who travels incognito to various planets. This time, it's finally the Primarchs' turn to go together, and they definitely have to seize this golden opportunity!

Who knows, maybe I'll be the big brother to the new Primarchs in the future?

Although both Motalian and Peturabo are quite stubborn, they wouldn't refuse such a good opportunity.

"it is good."

"When?"

"Right now."

she says.

Lükes.

what?

Corax, who was fiddling with and repairing the parts in front of the machine, looked up in surprise.

"New guest?"

"What kind of guests would land here right after we've finished our uprising? Don't they know there's a war going on here?"

"According to them, their ship was attacked and damaged during its voyage, making it unable to continue sailing and forcing them to make an emergency landing on this satellite."

Surprising.

This was Corax's first reaction upon hearing the news.

After the ship suffered irreversible damage, their first thought wasn't to land on the main planet Kiava, but rather on the inconspicuous mining satellite Lycaeus, which didn't even have a surface atmosphere.

Could it be a spy sent by Kiarwal?

Corax's eyes sharpened slightly.

"And it seems these cosmic visitors are about your height, Corax. About the same height."

"Your height is similar to mine?"

"You should first receive them with normal courtesy, tell them that we are at war, and advise them to leave as soon as possible."

"I'll follow behind you to scout the situation, and if there's a problem, I'll take action immediately."

The next moment, Corax vanished from the messenger's sight.

It was as if it had never existed.

"Uh?"

"Who was I just talking to?"

The messenger looked up, somewhat bewildered, recalling the purpose of his visit.

Can not remember.

"correct!"

"We almost forgot that ships from other worlds have landed on our planet!"

"We need to hurry and go greet them!"

After pondering for a long time without any ideas, the messenger suddenly thought of the most important thing.

He quickly walked out of the room filled with mechanical parts and ran towards the landing point of the spaceship in the distance.

A group of curious workers surrounded the spacecraft's landing site.

These people, dressed in heavy protective suits like astronauts, watched the crash-landed spaceship and whispered among themselves.

These protective suits were their equipment for mining in mines without atmospheric cover, and they were just what they needed to use in Lycaus, where atmospheric facilities had not yet been built.

After everyone waited for a while, the emergency landing hatch opened, and several figures of varying ages stepped out.

“I’m starting to think this is not a good idea.”

"Cough cough cough, where is my incense burner?"

"You're still eyeing that incense burner of yours! The concentrated poison gas inside that burner could kill an entire platoon with a single breath! How could these mortals possibly withstand it?"

"Cough cough. I know, but it feels so bad."

Four figures wearing vacuum protective suits came down.

One was tall and thin, one was short and stocky, and the other had a normal build.

There was another one who was even shorter, but still of normal build.

This is not surprising; after all, the universe is vast and contains all kinds of people.

The workers, who were used to seeing mutants and demi-humans in the slave mines, were not surprised by this.

But they are also a bit too tall, like the Corax.

Even the shortest one is two and a half meters tall.

"What should we do next?"

Peturabo was on the verge of embarrassment as he faced the curious onlookers watching from a distance.

For someone who prefers to stay in his room alone and work on his figurines, socializing with a bunch of silly people is simply a waste of his time.

So Peturabo is completely socially inept.

Moreover, his equipment didn't fit properly.

Originally, each Primarch had their own powered armor, but if they wore Perturabo's powerful CNC machine gun or Vogrim's opulent purple-gold armor...

Who would believe they were small business owners who had unfortunately crash-landed?

Therefore, they could only modify the simplest vacuum-operation spacecraft equipment.

Despite Mortalian being tall and thin like a stick, and Perturabo being short (relative to the Primarch) and stocky, it was indeed somewhat comical for them to stand together in their modified protective suits.

But no matter how they disguised themselves, without Old Man Huang's spiritual power to directly change their appearance, this small team of four looked suspicious no matter how they tried to disguise themselves.

It's so tall! Apart from Corax, I've never seen anyone else grow to that size.

Hello. Is there anyone who can help me?

Fugrim anxiously stepped forward to ask, knees slightly bent, as he looked at the person in charge who was surrounded by a crowd.

"Hello, this is Avernia, an ordinary worker on Lycaius. We have no kings or emperors here, nor dictators or tyrants."

"We are all workers."

"Excuse me, what kind of ship is this?"

"We are a space debris salvage ship that travels between the universe to retrieve subspace debris. We earn a meager living by relying on our courage and lives every day. Unfortunately, we encountered a subspace tide during one of our operations. Our ship survived by sheer luck, but we were stranded here after running out of fuel."

As a top-tier actress, Fugrim spoke with tears streaming down her face, making the audience feel her pain even more deeply.

Although the workers didn't understand what subspace was.

But it does sound pretty bad.

"And that's not all, one of our brothers even fell ill during the voyage and had to return to the real world to recuperate and receive treatment."

As she spoke, Fugrim pointed to the tall, thin man behind her.

"Ah I?"

"Yes, it's you!"

Fugrim led the guy to Averynia.

Through the face glass of the vacuum work suit, she could clearly see what was inside.

The man was thin and pale with jaundice; he looked like a tuberculosis patient.

It is very credible.

"I! I'm not!"

Motalian was about to retort, but seemingly for the sake of acting, he had to swallow his anger: "Cough, that's right."

"Cough cough."

"I have a cough, I feel really uncomfortable, I need help."