Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"Um... I heard from them that you are a powerful mechanical expert, possessing mechanical knowledge that we can't even imagine."

"If possible, we implore you to help us upgrade our weapons and equipment! The Kivar fleet is on its way, and we'll have to deal with any problems that arise."

"Alright, I understand what you mean. You don't need to act pitiful in front of me. It won't increase my chances of helping you."

Tsk.

Peturabo clicked his tongue dismissively.

It's another guy coming to ask him for help building weapons.

On Olympia, whether it was his tyrannical foster father or some other ambitious man, they all sought out Peturabo for this reason.

No matter how much power is promised, how unattainable the vision is painted, or how unimaginable money and beautiful women are offered.

The first thing these people always ask for is for Peturabo to build them weapons powerful enough to conquer everything in the world.

Even after setting foot among the stars and leaving Olympia, Peturabo discovered that humanity had not changed at all.

The same situation happened this time.

Peturabo wanted to refuse the other party.

But then he thought about it again, and his hand, which he originally wanted to extend to express his refusal, stopped halfway in mid-air.

We can't just stand by and watch someone die.

If they don't help them, and if the people of Corax suffer heavy casualties in the final war, the other side may very well take their anger out on them.

Why not do a favor? It might help to improve your relationship with Corax in the future.

Although he wasn't particularly keen on getting along with Corax.

Peturabo's mind began to race.

"Lead the way."

After a brief exchange of blows, he spoke to Averynia.

"Stay hidden. They'll be out soon."

In a corner of a room converted from a former prison cell, Casca signaled to the group to continue lying in wait.

He and Fugrim weren't the only ones squatting in this corner.

Even Corax, who had been somewhat skeptical of them, joined them in hiding in the shadows.

Not long after the Casgari spoke, the rusty iron door of one of the rooms opened, and a towering giant squeezed through the door—a door that would have been no problem for mortals—and followed Avernia out.

As she walked, Averynia kept bowing repeatedly to express her gratitude.

"Is this your plan?"

Fugrim asked Kasgar, who was pinned beneath her, with some confusion.

"Hehe, that's right!"

Casca answered with great pride.

Earlier, when Averynia wanted to find out if the guests were satisfied with their accommodations, the shortest (but still very tall) of the four guests told her something.

If you want to be able to deal with the Kiawarian warships, the people in that room can provide assistance.

"But you are all so tall, I can't really tell which one is which."

"The one who looks the most unhappy, the one who owes money to everyone."

As the man spoke, an image suddenly came to Averyna's mind.

Among this group of guests, there was indeed one person who seemed to dislike everyone.

"He's a genius mechanic here. Although he has a terrible temper, he's very skilled. In fact, he's very capable."

"If you want to modify your weapons, he should be able to help you."

"But given Perturabo's temperament, would he really be willing to help them build new weapons?"

“Friends, I do not know your origins. But in my vague memory, there are indeed some fleeting fragments.”

The Corax is one of those that ripens earliest but wakes up latest.

He still remembered the underground laboratory of the Terra Palace where he had once been. He knew part of his origins and was also clear that the "Holy Terra" that Kasga and the others spoke of was indeed real.

They were not spies sent by the Kiavas, but were his true compatriots from the planet he had before it was lost to Lycaeus.

Corax placed his trust in them.

—But he still couldn't understand why these two people, Kasgar and Fugrim, didn't seem to feel much tension as their ship crashed and war loomed.

Instead, they seemed to be playing pranks on their companions, as if they were on vacation in Lycaeus.

"So, Casca, what exactly do you mean by this? Why are you secretly recording all of this?"

"Also, will Averynia be in any danger?"

"It's nothing, just a small record."

As he spoke, Casca put away the small recording device in his hand.

Compared to the bulky recording equipment used by ordinary narrators, the one in Casca's hand was small and exquisite.

"But don't worry, Corax, if Everina is in danger, Fugrim and I will come to her rescue."

Hopefully, Peturabo won't be squeezed out of his body right now.

Just take a look, that's all.

Casca thought to himself.

"Now, it's time for us to move."

It was an old house filled with countless broken parts.

Here, dust covers the surfaces of these old mining machines, and piles of various mechanical parts, large and small, are stacked thickly in the room.

Although they didn't know what use it was to pile it up here, it seemed a shame to throw it away.

Inside the factory, there were some young people dressed in apprentice uniforms, seemingly tinkering with things they didn't understand in this room filled with old, discarded machinery.

Due to their clumsy handling, the entire room reeked of engine oil.

"This is what you use?"

Peturabo looked at the mountain of waste and debris with utter disgust.

“Crude, old, and utterly worthless; they are all junk that only slaves would use.”

"Indeed, this complements your slavish and clumsy methods."

"You're right."

“We were really slaves to the mines not long ago, and it was Corax who freed us from endless hard labor.”

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After being silenced for a while by Averyna's sincere words, Peturabo, holding a piece of scrap metal, walked to the anvil in the factory and stopped.

"Ugh."

Peturabo sighed: "Watch out, I'll only help you this once."

Next, he shaped the scrap metal plate at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to see and even harder to imagine, and then placed it on an anvil and began to hammer it.

"Get out of the way, go play somewhere else."

It seemed that the giant's appearance had attracted the attention of too many curious apprentices. They wiped the dust off their faces and moved closer to where Peturabo was.

Seeing this, he merely glanced indifferently at the group of young people who seemed quite unconvinced.

"Your brains are not qualified to learn my technology."

These words provoked resentment among the young workers.

They were all mechanics, and had all learned some basic knowledge from Brother Kolac. Even though they hadn't had time to study before due to the heavy mining work, they had more time to learn about machinery after liberation.

After that, their progress was nothing short of phenomenal, and how could this fellow countryman from Corlax possibly—

As if deliberately challenging these young workers, Peturabo showed no intention of pretending to be an ordinary person while forging.

Ding--

Swift, intense, precise.

Before the workers could even protest, the metal plate, about the size of two people, was instantly forged into dozens of extremely dense parts.

Even the scraps of this piece of iron were hand-rolled into several tiny parts and assembled into a small mechanical device that was not very easy to understand.

To everyone's astonishment, he turned to the mining laser drilling machine and used his large, heavy hands to brush away the dust from it.

Click.

"Cough cough."

Peturabo fanned away the thick dust spewed from the laser drilling machine with disgust.

"How could this old model, which is even older than me, still be in use?"

After finding the correct opening, Peturabo removed the laser probe from the drilling rig. Then, with a series of unclear operations, the laser drill bit was transformed into a small laser gun, as if it had undergone surgery.

"Take it and try it out yourself. Remember to choose a sturdy shooting range."

"Don't blow everything up."

As he spoke, Peturabo nonchalantly tossed the laser gun in his hand into the hand of one of the workers.

"What's this?"

What they saw before their eyes was beyond their comprehension.

Even Corax, whom they considered omnipotent, didn't possess the power to conjure up a set of equipment out of thin air in an instant.

It can instantly identify the damage points of the drilling machine without using blueprints, and then handcraft a set of replacement parts.

"An ordinary flashlight, but it can shine a hole through a person."

"Go quickly, don't bother me."

Even Peturabo himself didn't realize that he was speaking with a more joking tone than before.

As he spoke, he waved his hand and shooed away the workers whose eyes showed disbelief.

Although the other party was quite displeased with Peturabo's arrogant behavior, after he showed them the reason why he could be arrogant, the three of them did not dare to be negligent and ran outside with the heavy laser drill probe in their hands.

The entire factory workshop suddenly became empty again.

"You are... Evornia."

Peturabo glanced at the female worker beside him. "Tell me something."

"Since this is a mine, what kinds of ores do you have here?"

After hammering away at several pieces of scrap metal, Peturabo still shook his head, somewhat dissatisfied.

“There are plenty! Our planet Lycaus is rich in minerals; we can mine many of the metals needed for weapons here, for example—”

Averynia proudly explained to Peturabo.

The planet Lycaus has abundant minerals, which is something they can be proud of—if all the minerals hadn't been transported away by the Kiava people using space elevators, leaving them only with endless mining slaves.

"That's enough. You don't need to tell me your name. Just bring the actual item."

Averynia nodded and led Peturabo to another factory building.

Here, the ores they had mined as slaves were piled up in the room.

Due to the lack of methods for refining and using these ores

Corax was a good liberator, but not an all-around engineer.

He could improve drilling machines using the knowledge he had pre-loaded in his head, but how to transform raw ore into machinery needed for war or daily life was another whole different story.

"The quality is good."

Peturabo silently picked up one of the raw ore pieces, carefully examined its color, and almost instantly analyzed its constituent elements.

Even when he couldn't figure it out, he would bite down on one of the preliminary forged metal ingots.

Chew it in big gulps.