Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Without the air of Barbarossa, he really felt terrible!

“I understand your difficult situation, but I’m sorry, we at Lycaus are at war. The planet only has mining facilities and a few factories for making nutrient paste.”

"We understand! We don't need any special treatment, we just ask to be able to dock here temporarily. We'll leave immediately once the spaceship's maintenance is complete!"

"If we have promethium fuel, we can trade it for whatever you want!"

“We have weapons! Isn’t Llucaus currently at war? We can exchange our firearms and ammunition.”

They have weapons!

Upon hearing this, Averyna's eyes lit up.

At this critical moment when Kiarvar is about to launch a large-scale counterinsurgency operation, what resource is more important than weapons?

Especially when Lycaeus had nothing but mineral resources?

“I’m sorry, I have to inform our workers’ leaders about this first.”

Please wait a moment.

As she spoke, she tried her best to imitate the etiquette of Fugrim, bowed to them, and then quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

The waiting process seemed exceptionally long.

After Avernia left, the three Primarchs, along with Kasgar, could only sit at the ship's hatch, waiting under the curious gazes of the crowd.

"Could it be that our disguise wasn't working properly?"

Fugrim was a little unsure.

Compared to the emperors described by other Primarchs as capable of endless transformations, this makeshift crew with their clumsy acting and bizarre equipment certainly seemed suspicious no matter how you looked at it.

In addition, the ships in the Sons of the Emperor fleet were all polished to a shine, while the ships of the Iron Warrior were all brand new (small ships simply could not survive the intensity of the Iron Warrior war).

If it weren't for the Death Guard having a battle-hardened, small commercial transport ship on their side, they wouldn't even have been able to find a pretext to land.

But the smell of this ship...

It has a distinct Barbarossa flavor.

"The worker uprising leader that man mentioned is probably the New Primitive. When exactly will he arrive?"

"They're almost here. I can feel a pair of eyes watching us."

Peturabo paused for a moment before speaking.

He could sense an unfamiliar presence. Even though he was away from his most familiar CNC equipment, the Primarch's intuition still made him feel the presence of danger.

Something was watching him.

It's like someone lurking in the shadows, constantly watching your weaknesses, ready to strike and kill you.

Dangerous and hidden.

"Shh, he's right there, at the top of that fence in front of you."

As Kasgar spoke, he gently leaned toward Fugrim.

Kasgar's psionic perception from the warp made him extremely sensitive to this tiny psionic fluctuation.

Now that the Raven King's presence has been noticed, his invisibility can no longer deceive Kaska in the slightest.

"Should we call him over now and ask him to come down?"

"No. Seeing through their disguise so directly will only expose our identities."

"Let's just pretend we didn't see it."

As he spoke, Casca turned his head to one side.

"Welcome, everyone, to Lycaeus."

After observing for a moment, Corax finally jumped down from the height, deactivated his invisibility ability, and walked out from the crowd that was gasping in surprise.

I can't figure out what's going on.

Although these people were all as tall as him, Corax, their presence gave him a natural sense of familiarity.

Corax strode forward and looked at the four men in front of him: "Corax, the workers' leader of Lucius."

"How can I help you?"

"and many more!"

"Your appearance!"

Just as Corax stepped forward, Kaska suddenly cried out in alarm!

This is not—

"Isn't this our long-lost brother?"

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The remaining three looked at Casca with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

Let me tell you something you might not know.

"No! I mean his appearance! He looks exactly like that person! Really, exactly the same!"

Meeting Corax's questioning gaze, Kasgar suddenly pulled a photograph out of his pocket.

"This is."

Corax took it with some confusion, and then his eyes widened in surprise.

—A photograph of Conrad Coates.

"Exactly the same!"

Casca continued, even as a few hot tears welled up in his eyes.

"We've been looking for you for so long, ever since you were lost in the universe."

"If I'm not mistaken, he could very well be your full brother, sharing the same parents!"

There's no way around it, these two are just too alike.

He couldn't help but make a fuss about it.

—Casca was not lying.

Koz is indeed your brother; he's the eighth, and you're the nineteenth.

However, he didn't say that Perturabo and Mortalian were your brothers.

"We've found Koz's brother! Friends! We've finally found him!"

As he spoke, Kaska pretended to be very excited and tightly gripped the still somewhat dazed Corax.

"Corax, hurry, we still have a lot to talk about."

Kas was moved to tears.

Plan, scheme, and communication.

"I apologize, our uprising is recent and the facilities here may still be in their original state. Please forgive us."

This place was originally a prison used to hold slave laborers. After the Corax Revolt and some minor renovations, it became a place for people to rest.

But after all, only a few days had passed since the uprising, and the place was still as cold and damp as before.

Corax looked a little embarrassed.

"It's alright, it's alright! As long as it's habitable, it's fine!"

Soon, guided by Corax, the four of them were finally able to enter the interior of Lycaeus.

"Come on, Mortalian, you're not feeling well, go to bed first."

"Cough cough cough okay."

As he spoke, Kasgar helped the tall Mortalian beside him lie down with difficulty on the bed board, which seemed tiny for the Primarch's size.

"It seems a bit small."

This is a bit embarrassing.

"It's alright, let me help him."

Who said this? Peturabo?

"Awoooooo!"

With obvious ill intent, Perturabo folded the screaming Mortalian tightly and stuffed him inside.

To be honest, at this point, everyone's playful spirit was really running high.

Are you all alright?

Corax was still a little uneasy.

He never imagined that he would suddenly encounter fellow countrymen who had been lost in the universe today. Judging from their height and appearance, they were indeed very credible.

Furthermore, these fellow villagers even brought information about their long-lost brothers.

After liberating Lycaeus, he could return with these fellow countrymen to his hometown, which he had never seen before, and learn the mystery of his origins.

Since they were fellow countrymen who had been lost in the universe, they naturally won Corax's trust.

"It's alright, Korax brothers, you go ahead and get busy!"

"We'll meet with you once his condition improves a bit!"

Casca gave a simple, honest smile.

Corax was raised by compassionate workers.

The good news is that he learned more about hardship and kindness as he grew up.

The bad news is that he's too naive.

They are easily fooled by bad guys like Casca.

—Wait a minute, how can you call it a lie? Casca was telling the truth in everything he said!

"puff."

But watching these once high-ranking and powerful men play and joke around here, having long since cast aside the brutal shadow of the Great Expedition, bickering and arguing among brothers as if on vacation.

Peturabo laughed.

Then he saw Averynia, who had just pushed open the door and walked in, and their eyes met.

And the other person saw his smile.

Peturabo will never laugh again.

Chapter 167 Itching to Build

Peturabo was very unhappy.

But this is pretty much his usual state – there aren't many times when Perturabo can be happy, except when he's hiding in his room playing with rubber, or when he hears the news that Rogdorn has suffered heavy losses in the Great Crusade.

As for now, watching Mortalian being folded up is one of the few things that can make him laugh.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to gloat, he was caught in the act by the foolish slave workers from this wretched little island.

"Hello, guest, may I ask how you should address me?"

Averynia asked somewhat timidly.

Peturabo was already tall and strong, and he had an extremely strong aura that kept strangers at bay, which made everyone who dared to get even a fraction of a step closer to him feel inexplicably terrified.

"Perturabo."

The smile on his face vanished completely, replaced by his usual displeased expression.

"What do you want from us?"