Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

If we were to forcibly conscript and assemble them, 200,000 could indeed be mobilized instantly, but now is not the time for that.

Especially after the Emperor discovered that Casca could help him reclaim it and return it to the Primarchs, he and the Legion were constantly sent to other Primarch homeworlds as honor guards to welcome their return.

To be honest, since joining the Great Expedition, the Sons of the Emperor's Legion has not experienced many tough battles.

Many of their wars during their conquest of planets relied on surprise attacks and decapitation strikes.

Alternatively, we could have Fugrim and Kasgar resolve the issue through diplomatic means.

broken.

Previously, they had mocked those who only knew how to chant scriptures and did not participate in battles, resulting in low combat experience and low combat effectiveness of the legion, making it impossible for them to confront other battle-hardened legions head-on.

—This time it's a boomerang.

Because the Sons of the Emperor's Legion suffers almost no additional combat losses, unlike the Iron Warriors who are frequently replenished in batches, the entire legion is in a state of continuous, long-term troop production.

and!

And there's an even more important reason—Kasgar can use psionic flames to heal the seriously injured!

After the war, wounded soldiers who did not die on the spot could have their organs repaired and limbs regenerated through the powerful psionic flames of the Casgar.

perfectly worked.

It can be said that in the Third Legion, there is no need for fearlessness. Even with multiple injuries, a simple burn from Casgar can make them lively and energetic again.

Pharmacist: "Am I a joke to you?"

This behavior of crushing the apothecaries is really going too far, especially since the Third Legion, the Sons of the Emperor, is a legion that produces a lot of apothecaries.

They were all squeezed out of work by the Casgar and had to go to other legions to exchange and learn.

Even the pharmacist Melusin complained to Casca that his psionic flames were putting even pharmacists of her caliber at risk of losing their jobs.

With the help of the Casgaran psionic flames, the Sons of the Emperor have been able to win every war with an extremely perfect kill-to-death ratio. Over time, the number of Legions has gradually expanded to its current size.

The speed of development is truly unimaginable.

Kasgar's impression of the Legion was still that he had just left Chemos and the entire Legion was in a perilous situation with only a few hundred men left.

Haha, I never expected that while I was busy traveling around the various Primarch homeworlds, the Emperor's Son had already developed to the level of a Word Bearer or an Ultramariner!

"As for the deployment of legion companies, we should try not to take sides between Horus and Philus at the moment."

"Casgar said after reviewing the overall stats for the Imperial Princes," he said.

First, there's the Second Company Commander, Aqua Duna. She and the Emperor's Second Company have always followed Phyllis's legion closely, inseparable from each other.

"In this situation, it would be best if we also sent a company to accompany Shadowmoon Wolves to provide airdrop support."

"Who should go? Who can take on this important task? Especially when the Iron Hand is led by the renowned Second Company Commander?"

Balancing is easy to talk about, but extremely difficult to achieve in practice.

If the warriors of Shadowmoon Wolf are not capable enough and cannot play a role similar to that of the invincible company commander, although Horus, with his emotional intelligence, would certainly not directly blame Fugrim, the thorn that Horus did not wear the centaur gold ring will always remain in his heart.

"I recommend Thor Tavitz, the commander of the 10th Company of the Emperor's Sons."

"Casgar said after a moment's hesitation."

It's definitely Tavitz; this guy will have a significant relationship with Torgarden in the future.

However, it's best not to give a centaur gold ring to someone of this kind of relationship.

"I think he will manage to get along well with the company commanders of Shadowmoon Wolf."

Having dealt with the issue of manpower allocation between the two rival legions, it was now his turn.

The plan was for Philus's army to bombard the orc fortress from the front gate, while Horus's army would airdrop directly into the fortress from above.

As an absolutely neutral legion that neither of them interferes, how should the Emperor's Son act in the campaign?

"This is a headache. We have to ensure that we don't favor any particular legion at the same time."

Fugrim grabbed her hair.

This is also a formality they have to do—as a neutral legion, we, the Sons of the Emperor, must at least not give anyone cause for criticism on the surface.

How should I choose a battle strategy?

"Alright, that should satisfy them now!"

The final attack plan for the Sons of the Emperor Legion was finalized after further discussion within the legion:

The Third Legion will serve as the vanguard of harassment, spreading chaos and panic across the planet.

In the best-case scenario, a portion of the orcs' main force can be lured out of the fortress beforehand and wiped out.

When the Steel Hand or Shadowmoon Wolves launch their assault, the Third Legion will redeploy its support personnel to follow behind the two legions and provide auxiliary support.

At least I didn't offend anyone.

After saying that, Fugrim pouted: "We're all brothers and sisters, why do we fight so fiercely over a so-called Warmaster title?"

"I don't know either, maybe everyone has their own specific opinion."

Kasga sighed helplessly.

"By the way, Casca, what do you think of the final result?"

Fugrim looked at Kasgar's somewhat tired eyes with great curiosity.

While outwardly appearing completely neutral, one can actually lean slightly towards one side and secretly support that person.

As long as it's not discovered, it's fine.

Casca possesses the ability to foresee the future and can easily discern who the ultimate victor of the Battle of Ulano will be.

But this time was an exception.

"No, I have no way of knowing who the final winner will be right now."

I'm making predictions my ass.

How could he possibly predict something that had never happened before?

The timeline took an unexpected turn—

After the battle in which Casca saved the second company commander, Gardiner, Philus's ambition for the Warmaster position only grew stronger.

She believed that with the help of the Sons of the Emperor's Legion and the Casgar, she, as the Warmaster, would lead the Empire to a better future.

As for Phyllis and her subordinate Iron Hand, their strength should not be underestimated.

(In Istvaan, they achieved a terrifying record of 10,000 Fey > 50,000 Foz.)

No one, no legion, could stop her advance under her terrifying iron hands.

Horus is equally powerful, and his strength becomes unfathomable after acquiring the "Three Absolute Techniques of the Horus Emperor".

It seems that determining a winner between the two of them won't be so easy.

But it seems that Fugrim has a new idea!

"and many more!"

"The Emperor didn't say that the final War General had to be chosen from between the two of them!"

"But what if we can, at the last moment... if neither of them can handle the orc overlord, and in the end... hehe, if I'm the one who kills him in the end, would the Emperor choose us to be the War General?"

(Actually, it was Abaddon who killed the weakened orc at the end.)

(So ​​he became the war commander, which makes sense.)

(Don't ask if he's an Imperial Warmaster or a Chaos Warmaster, just tell me if he's a Warmaster!)

She gazed out the window at the distant universe, a gentle smile spreading across her face.

Final Fantasy from Furym.

Kaska laughed when he heard that.

"A war commander? You?"

It's conceivable that Horus and Philus would become war commanders.

Could Fugrim be the Warmaster?

That human empire can truly be said to be finished.

"What did you say!"

"Such disrespect for the Primitive is unacceptable; I'm going to teach you a lesson!!!"

Fugrim bared his teeth and lunged at Kasgar!

Outstanding effect.

The most crucial and grandest battle of the Great Expedition is about to officially begin.

In response, both the worried Emperor and the Space Marines and Mortal Supporters, eager to give everything for the Primarch in the upcoming Warmasters War, were deeply concerned.

Or perhaps the Terra War Council, far away, is tense and expectant about the upcoming battle.

"Attention all expeditionary fleets, our void ships are about to begin warp jumps. Please cease all operations for the moment."

As the broadcast echoed throughout the countless ships anchored in the Tianlong Star Sector, the five Primarch Legions, led by the flagship Imperial Dream, stepped into the warp rift that shimmered with a strange light.

The warp jump in warp space is not very long, especially during the tense moment when everyone is waiting and making tactical deployments.

"Prepare to warp!!!"

Accompanied by the tremors of their impending return from the subspace to the real universe, and the high-frequency shrieks and whispers that seemed to be constantly emanating from their minds, the group was finally able to see the full picture of this world called Ulanno for the first time.

Floating in this universe are unimaginable amounts of "garbage," or more accurately, "ancient garbage," floating in all directions around the planet Ulanno.

In terms of sheer numbers, they are even more numerous than them.

Not only that, there are also some small space meteorites that seem to be constantly attracting space debris scattered throughout the universe.

These orc tech lads are building a weapon that will serve as a springboard, which they will use to travel to other star systems in search of more suitable territories, much like the [Goron].

"attack!!!"

The voidships from the White Scars launched a surprise attack on the orcish junk warships that had not yet had time to react—countless laser cannons and torpedoes instantly blasted the ancient junk near Mandeville point, reducing it to dust once more.

Immediately afterwards, the offspring of Guilliman, just like him, spread out in all directions, launching attacks in all directions, protecting the remaining Legion warships inside, and clearing a passage to the planet Ulanor for the remaining Primarch flagships at all costs.

"Ready to complete the deployment of surface troops!!!"

At full speed, the three flagships, Imperial Pride, Iron Fist, and Vengeance Soul, almost simultaneously approached its near-Earth orbit amidst the surging artillery fire from Ulanoro. As for the ground-to-air facilities built by the orcs, the Emperor himself led his army to thoroughly clear these illegal structures.

Unlike the Vengeance Soul's airdrop pods that rained down like eggs, and the Steel Fist's mechanical automatons that filled the sky.

The sons of the emperor's raids relied primarily on their prized landing craft forces and fighter squadrons.

Even as the orcs unleashed a barrage of ground fire at their landing craft, the Emperor's Sons swiftly completed their landing and assembly on the surface of Ulanor as the orcs dodged and weaved.

At the same time, many more orcs were on their way after hearing that a fight was taking place.

"Our numbers and strength don't support us engaging in close combat with the orcs—get on the motorcycles and follow me!!!"

The surface conditions in Ulanno were as severe as Casca had imagined.

Visibility was low on the yellowish-brown landscape, likely due to the orcs' inaccurate use of their hostile air weapons.

In the rubble pile containing only various kinds of steel and stone, the farts who were still working hard in the orcs' spore farms were screaming and scattering when they saw these angels suddenly descend from the sky.

"Quick! Get on the motorcycles before the orcs surround us! Our target is the largest orc fortress!"

Kasgar shouted over the communicator, and with a swift stroke of his blade, he cut down an orc who dared to approach and was screaming wildly.

He charged straight at Primarch Vorgrim, who was unloading a motorcycle from the transport ship, and in a moment of close cooperation, together they shot down any orcs who dared to approach before boarding the motorcycle.

The emperor's son's goals are still far off.

Despite the low visibility on the planet's surface, the fortress, made of countless piles of waste and resembling the gaping maw of a mechanical orc's head, was still clearly visible.

Get on the motorcycle!

Sensing the speed that even the orcs could only dream of, Kasgar's lips curled into a happy smile.

Manipulating the motorcycle's built-in explosive gun barrel, he riddled one orc after another with bullets, turning them into sieves as they tried to board the fast-moving motorcycle but were too foolish to do so.

But this action seems to have provoked the orcs' anger.

"Waaaaagh!"