Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Haha, you pathetic slaves, are you scared?

When you dared to use your filthy hands to smash machines and harm nobles, did you ever imagine that this day would come?

Let me show you our most advanced technology—

"Wait, what are those dark things?"

On the atmosphereless surface, there seemed to be rows of black, unidentified objects, but their exact appearance was impossible to discern from such a distance.

I've never seen this before!

"Bird fortune teller? Scan—"

boom! ! !

Countless white lights instantly engulfed the entire fleet.

[Notify Corax to return to base immediately; he is no longer needed for the decapitation strike!]

Our firepower has far exceeded theirs! The enemy fleet has been completely obliterated!

The battle ended quickly.

Or rather, it ended before it even began.

After the dilapidated ships entered the range of the surface-to-air laser cannons, the surface forces under Peturabo's command successfully fired countless high-energy beams at these brazen, unsuspecting ships.

They literally turned the Kivar space fleet into a sieve.

Kiawar is merely a planetary government; the fact that they possess a space fleet only demonstrates their strong archaeological capabilities.

Technology relies entirely on archaeology; whatever we dig up, we use it for.

Since there were no other threats, these ships didn't even know how to deploy their void shields.

Void Shield? What is Void Shield?

Is it a Gellér force field?

—I was wondering what kind of void shield this ship could deploy?

And what about the Kiarvars' opponents?

The industrial automated machine production line, built by Peturabo, produces laser cannons and ammunition comparable to those that can only be manufactured in the Great Foundry World.

In addition, he constructed far more anti-aircraft firepower than the target required.

The result was a swift sell-out.

An instant kill without any chance of resistance.

Under the excessive firepower of the laser cannons, these ancient artifacts were quickly reduced to floating debris in space.

"They fought smarter than the Iron Warriors."

"At least they weren't stupid enough to charge without using their artillery platforms."

Watching the massive fireworks explode in the distance, Peturabo made a nonchalant comment.

Is it over?

That's it?

This was the final assessment that Peturabo came to in his mind.

I want to laugh a little bit.

How wonderful it would be if all the enemies I encounter on future expeditions were idiots like this!

He couldn't help but think.

With the instantaneous explosion of the space fleet, the morale of the Kiarvars had completely collapsed.

After witnessing their once-invincible fleet being bombarded by countless cannon fire from those pitiful slave laborers, the entire planet fell into a state of absolute panic.

The planetary government, which had previously controlled everything on the planet, collapsed completely, and various forces around the world began to fight and claim territory from each other. Civil war, power struggles, and rebellions erupted on Kiava after their invincible fleet was completely annihilated.

However, the people on Lycaus can enjoy a period of happiness and peace during this time.

An incredible victory.

If we could go back ten days and tell any worker in Lycaeus that a ship from outer space would land here, and that the alien passengers on board looked similar to Corax, and were all their fellow countrymen and brothers.

They will help the Lycaenians achieve salvation, allowing them to live in a world free from enslavement.

Anyone would think you're dreaming.

—The victory felt so unreal.

They won before they even realized they had won.

That night.

The workers built a large bonfire using discarded metal pipes and promethium fuel.

After the victory, the extraterrestrials took out some food from their reserves, which were sealed in tin boxes, and distributed it to each worker.

This is the best food they've ever seen, really.

It was so delicious that it would make them dance around the campfire.

"Thank you for your help, friend."

At the bonfire party, Corax kept chasing after Peturabo to express his gratitude.

"Although we cannot provide you with more of the supplies you need, you can take these ores with you as long as you need them."

"If you have the opportunity to come to Lycaus again in the future, we will always welcome you."

—This kid doesn't know yet that they actually came to take him away.

"Ah, in that case—"

Just as Peturabo was about to reveal his identity, a series of exclamations like waves suddenly came from behind them, interrupting him.

"what happens?"

Looking back, there was Casca, holding a wine glass high, and Mortalian standing beside him, looking completely dumbfounded.

"WTF?"

"That's it?"

Is this the poisoned wine that Mortalian is so proud of?

As a ritual that Mortalian was proud of, he would always ask his most valued warrior to bestow poisoned wine upon him during banquets.

Only those brave enough to survive such deadly poison can be considered the resilient warriors valued by Mortalian.

Seeing the joyful atmosphere, he chose to use materials from the spaceship to concoct a poisoned wine that even a mortal could barely drink, in order to promote his ritual to Lycaeus.

Then Casca snatched it away.

This wine has no flavor.

Kaska wiped the corner of his mouth.

He thought he was so amazing!

"You really didn't use your spiritual power to cure my poison?"

Mortalian glanced at the empty wine glass in his hand.

Even though he's a Space Marine, surely he shouldn't have no reaction after drinking a whole glass?

"Pale King, you are so close to me, you should be able to sense the psionic fluctuations within me—the answer is obvious, no."

"Casgar said confidently."

"Okay! This is what you asked for!"

Mortalian's rebellious nature was thus provoked by Kasgar.

If we don't take him down, he's not the Death Lord of Barbaros!

"Excuse me."

He gave the leisurely Casca a deep look before running towards the back room.

Like an alchemist's collection of poisons, there was a dazzling array of them, all collected during his great expedition.

Now is the time to use them!

Fill it with whatever poison it is!

"Hey hey hey"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Finally, he walked out holding that cup of his absolutely confident creation.

"This is."

Kasgar looked at the glass of venom in the other man's hand, and before Mortalian could boast or threaten, he took it and drank it down in one gulp amidst the gasps of the crowd.

"Uh, so-so."

Kasgar shrugged under Mortalian's incredulous gaze.

"It doesn't feel as powerful as what Aqua Duna did."

he said helplessly.

That's it?

It's not flavorful enough at all.

What.

What does it mean?

Mortalian's hands trembled as he clutched his head.

Not as good as?

The poison he painstakingly concocted was no match for the casual dish made by a second-ranking Space Marine, the son of the Emperor.

The sky over Mortalian has fallen.

Chapter 169 Peturabo's Little Secret

"This is impossible!"

Motalian vehemently denied it.

He turned his head and glanced at the remaining ingredients he had used to prepare the poisoned wine, which were still clutched in his hand.

Could it be that I picked up the wrong one, resulting in the poisoned wine that wasn't actually poisoned?

Mortalian looked suspiciously at the last bit of residue he had prepared earlier in his hand.

Take a bite.

He dipped some of the powder in his mouth and put it in his mouth.

hiss.

A sharp pain and a corrosive sensation emanated from his body. Even as a Primal Being, he couldn't help but feel extremely uncomfortable under the corrosive effects of this potent poison.

The purity is too high.

—But strangely enough, that guy named Casca was fine!

Not only were they unharmed, they also mocked him, saying that Mortalian's poisoned wine wasn't strong enough, and that even the food made by the Emperor's Son, the Second Company Commander, couldn't compare!

This is an insult to the Death Guard and the Barbaros tradition (which it claims to be)!

That's what Mortalian was going to say.

But it seems that even when Mortalian used all his strength, Kasgar was indeed completely unharmed.

Lively and energetic.

Mortalian's prized poisoned wine trial was used by him as a way to freeload!

"Alright. You win, Casgar."