Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

In the final stages of his journey, he retrieved his Primarchy, preserving the future of the Third Legion. And with boundless hope for the future, he lay quietly in the shimmering light of the rising sun over Chemos.

Then, he closed his eyes.

The hooks have been buried for too long, and everyone is getting impatient.

My question.

Then I'll add an extra chapter for everyone.

The story of Chemos ends here; next, the Great Expedition begins.

Chapter 24 The Beginning of the Expedition

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With the final sword strike, the Third Legion Space Marines are now reduced to less than two hundred men.

Fugrim held up the slightly blood-stained blade in his hand, his eyes bloodshot.

This was the final request of the Space Marines afflicted with the Blight—that the Primarch Vorgrim himself end their suffering.

With life.

"May your souls be blessed and find eternal peace in that golden palace."

She offered her a soft blessing.

They did not die gloriously on the battlefield, nor did they return home in triumph.

Instead, he collapsed like a frail old man on an ordinary Chemos New Day, and never got up again.

This was not the fate that the soldiers of the Third Army should have faced.

But reality is never like a heroic drama, always filled with tragic or inspiring tales.

It will always play a terrible joke on you when you least expect it.

Nevertheless, the road ahead must ultimately be walked on one's own two legs.

"Forgrim".

"Now, it is time for us to carry on their legacy and rebuild the Third Legion as a model for the world."

Casca leaned closer and whispered words of comfort.

In such harsh conditions, the Chemos people have long been accustomed to life and death.

Here, the best way to commemorate the departed is not through tears and sobbing.

Instead, they bravely continue on their journey, carrying their hopes for the future.

“You’re right, Casgar.”

She gently wiped away her tears and smiled through them.

"Everyone, let's compose ourselves and keep the legacy of our brothers and sisters in our hearts."

"The Emperor, he's still waiting for us!"

After the bittersweet farewells, the well-trained Third Legion Space Marines quickly assembled.

They lined up in the verdant square of Chemos, kneeling on one knee, awaiting the inspection of the Primarch and the Emperor.

Vespa and the other two legion commanders remained silent.

After the corps commander was killed in action, the responsibility of leading the Third Corps fell to these three commanders.

At this moment, he felt uneasy.

Although the Primarchs are able and willing to rebuild the Legion, do they really have the face to see Vorgrim?

After all, he and the entire Third Legion were complete losers.

Other Space Marine Legions in the Great Crusade, such as the valiant Warhounds, the silent and relentless Twilight Raiders, and the swift and precise Starhunters.

They didn't find the original gene, but they still performed exceptionally well.

For the Third Legion alone, let alone conquering countless worlds, even survival has become a pressing issue.

Even though the emperor remained silent, Vespasian could still sense the other's disappointment.

Will the Genetic Primal accept these remnants of less than five hundred men and regard them as its own offspring?

Vespas didn't know that.

But he saw the tall and beautiful Primarch, Vorgrim, approaching them along with the Emperor and another mortal.

Then, she knelt down on one knee in front of them as well.

"I have learned of your plight. The Third Legion's tragic fate has deeply saddened me."

Hearing the Primarch's words, Vespasian lowered his head even further in shame.

"But—this is not your fault!"

"Just like the planet beneath our feet, it is decaying due to a subspace storm, but decay does not mean we have lost hope!"

"Your duty is to reunite humanity from among the stars; as the Primarch of all, I will lead you on a new expedition!!!"

"We are the children of the Emperor, and we will let all those who look down on us know that!"

"We are perfect warriors and will not let the Emperor down."

We will never fail!

Primarch Vograim is a Primarch who is very good at inspiring people.

Whether it was out of genuine feeling or simply a talent for performance, Fugrim's speech was perfect.

The emperor was very satisfied with her thought-provoking speech.

They were even willing to bestow upon the glorious title of "Son of the Emperor" upon the common people, as the name of their Third Legion.

He rarely saw the emperor show such a smile.

At least when facing the first few Primarchs, he always seemed to be serious and unsmiling. Only when he was with Horus or Macardo did he show a lot of smiles.

Or perhaps the emperor preferred daughters?

Of course, this is just Vespa's own speculation.

The emperor was very pleased.

He endorsed the Fugrim and the Third Legion.

They also promised to contact the Mars Forging Generals in the future to customize a Glory Queen-class flagship for them as a gift for the Primarch's return.

(Actually, every Primarch has it, but the Emperor doesn't say it.)

The entire inspection process proceeded extremely smoothly.

Of course, this only applies to Fugrim.

For Casca, what he saw and heard today was truly mind-blowing.

Especially when he learned that the Legion's chief apothecary was not called "Fabius," whom no one had ever heard of, but rather "Melushin."

Mimi Luxin?!

This is truly appalling.

When he first learned that the Third Legion and other Legions had Primarchs and Space Marines, he thought they were no different from the Battle Grannies.

But to my surprise, when I saw them in person, these big women actually looked quite pleasing to the eye.

I wonder if it's because I've spent so much time with Fugrim that my aesthetic sense has changed;

Or perhaps it was because the Third Army valued appearances so much that it didn't seem as unacceptable as he had imagined.

Or rather, this time, the female SM pawns who were not very attractive not only sold out, but sold very well?

Casca has no answer.

However, I did see quite a few old acquaintances.

The sun was rising high in Chemos, and the Emperor had departed with his personal guards.

According to Terra time, this is midnight.

Soon after, Fugrim and Kasgar, along with the first batch of selected Chemos, will also travel together on the Emperor's chariot, the Imperial Dream, to the distant holy Terra.

There, he underwent modification surgery and became a true Space Marine.

At this moment, as the ruler of Chemos, Fugrim still has plenty of time to arrange cooperation between the human empire and the local Chemos region.

While they were traveling, in accordance with the signed cooperation agreement, countless red-robed Mechanicus sages, Voidship crew members, Imperial Truth Preachers, and Imperial bureaucrats at all levels began their busy work on this land.

The brand-new steel behemoth surged across the earth, accompanied by the humming and roaring of countless machines.

Chalmers will also enter a new era.

As for the nearly two hundred remaining warriors of the Third Legion [Son of the Emperor]

They remained standing meticulously in the square, awaiting Forgrim's next instructions.

From this day forward, they will be ruled by the Fugrim and obey the Primarch's every command.

"If that's what Casgara is saying, then once you complete the modification, won't you have to listen to me in everything from now on?"

In response, Fugrim simply moved closer to Kasgar with a sly grin.

She whispered.

Chapter 25 At that time, the sons of emperors were still laughing.

"Of course not—"

Casca wanted to refuse outright.

But actually, it's hard to say.

As the originator of the Space Marine genetic engineering program, the Primarch possesses a deep-seated genetic authority over the Space Marines who receive his genetic seed.

Some even willingly allowed their offspring to be slaughtered.

Although there are ruthless individuals like Typhon who can "overthrow their superiors," this kind of suppression definitely exists and is effective, as for its specific effects...

He didn't know.

Faced with the highly probable possibility that he might become the other's Starfury, Kasgar fell silent.

Seeing that the other person was struggling with the idea, Fugrim chuckled and kissed him on the cheek before changing the subject.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

"Gentlemen, as the newly formed [Sons of the Emperor] of the Third Legion, let's take a group photo together."

She took out a camera and smiled at everyone.

"With pleasure, my lord."

Vespa paused for a moment, then answered.

"In the future, once we have a flagship, I will design a long corridor in the center of it."

"At that time, we will present the glory of the Third Army Corps and our arduous history to future generations through these artifacts."

"I've already thought of a name for the corridor: 'Road of Triumph'."

Inside the private cabin of the Imperial Dream, Fugrim waved the photographs in her hand with an air of smugness.

"And this photo marks the beginning of our glorious triumph!"

All arrangements for Chemos's next steps have been made, and negotiations with various factions within the Empire are progressing smoothly.

Not long after, Fugrim and Kasgar also boarded the Imperial Dream, crossed the Mandeville Point, and embarked on a long warp journey that would take several weeks.

During this period of utter boredom, they were able to enjoy a little leisure time.

"Let me see how the photos turned out."

Kaska looked at the photographs in her hand, carefully identifying each of the emperor's sons.

First, standing in the very center of the photo are him and Fugrim.