Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Behind them were the legion's three commanders.

The white-haired woman on the left, adorned in ornate power armor and sporting a confident smile, is one of the three current commanders of their Emperor's Sons, Ador.

"Aidor?"

Casca's lips twitched slightly.

It seems that the threads of fate have shifted slightly, causing Commander Edron to lose something important.

Nothing.

Although I couldn't save your small head, I'll save your big head this time.

Kaska offered her this comfort from afar.

Commander Abdron was positioned in the center next to him.

His expression was serious; compared to the previous glamorous idol commander, he now resembled a soldier.

As for the one on the right, that is Commander Vespasian.

He had short, chestnut-brown hair like a steel brush, dark skin, and a resolute and upright expression.

The true glory of this Third Legion stands upright in the photograph, like a Night's Watchman.

His bright, piercing eyes stared directly into the camera, as if trying to see right through it.

One familiar name after another flashed through the nerves of Casca's memory.

Some soldiers were unwilling to remove their helmets and show their faces in public.

Therefore, the true identities of the Casca are still unknown.

As for the silver-haired woman on the far right of the photo, with dark circles under her eyes and an impatient expression.

She wore a white lab coat over her power armor.

At the same time, compared to others, he had several spider-like "legs" on his shoulders.

This is also the origin of her nickname "Spider" in the legion.

Melusin, the chief pharmacist of the "Son of the Emperor".

“.Melushin”.

Casca frowned and slowly placed his fingers on her body.

The apothecary, Fabius Bayer, who is crucial to the future emperor's son and even the entire world, has disappeared.

Instead, his daughter from the original work, Melosin, was chosen.

Is this a sign that something is about to change in the future?

Or is it a chain reaction caused by the appearance of the female progenitor?

"Imagine, when the Great Expedition is complete and we've replenished our forces, the Third Legion, under my incredibly brilliant leadership, will perfectly overcome any challenge it encounters and become a model for all legions—"

Now, it's time for Fugrim's fantasy.

"By then"

"Hmph, I will lead the other returning Primarchs along this triumphant road, explaining to them the path of the Third Legion's revival, and then basking in their envious gazes!"

"They'll definitely say, 'Wow, no wonder she's the most powerful, beautiful, and intelligent Primarch, Vorgrim!'"

Casca chimed in, his voice strained.

"Ahhhhh, great Fugrim, we absolutely adore you!"

“Please tell us how you governed the planet for the Great Crusade and managed to do everything so perfectly!”

"We are all willing to take you as our role model and learn from you!"

"Please, please teach us!!!"

Whether other Primarchs would do the same remains to be seen, but Wolf King Lemanrus might actually do it.

Ever since he tasted the wine brewed by Fugrim at the banquet, this guy has been frantically trying to get close to the two of them.

He said that although the wine was a bit bland, if it could be mixed with wolf wine, it would taste incredibly fragrant, and the more you drank, the better it would become.

There's no doubt this guy would do anything, any kind of flattery, just to get a little wine.

"Hehehe, actually I'm not that great!"

"Hehe. Hehehe."

Fugrim tilted her fair chin up and let out a happy Tang laugh.

Seeing this, Casca smiled.

"Okay!"

"But words alone are not enough!"

Suddenly, Fugrim's smile vanished, and she swiftly rolled out of bed.

Although she was full of dreams for the future, she was never a dreamer who only talked the talk but didn't walk the walk.

Even though she is currently traveling in warp space, she must seize every opportunity to revive the entire Third Legion.

As the perfect Primarch, her actions will serve as an example for the entire Legion.

We must not let the emperor's hopes be dashed, nor can we allow the double-headed eagle emblem on our chests to be disgraced.

She has to be at her best at all times.

This is her responsibility, her duty.

"There is still a wealth of knowledge waiting for us to explore on this flagship; and there is still much more for us to accomplish for the cause of the future."

"Casca, please excuse me for a moment."

As she spoke, she hugged Casca and kissed him again, then hurriedly changed into a gorgeous purple robe, opened the door, and strode towards the library.

Hope so.

Hopefully, that will indeed be the case in the future.

Rather than becoming a dilapidated and filthy flagship, filled with utter depravity and folly, never to regain its former glory.

Let her slit the throat of a blue guy here who likes to fight one-on-one but can never win.

Chapter 26 A Blessing from the Five Gods

"correct!"

Fugrim hadn't taken two steps before turning back, smiling as she poked her head out of the door.

"I might be quite busy during this period and won't be able to give you any guidance."

"But I've found an exceptionally talented woman in the Legion who can definitely train you to become a proper Space Marine!"

"Bye-Bye!"

Is this the place?

Casca pushed open the door with a puzzled look.

As a training cabin, the room's decor is extremely simple.

Apart from some necessary boxes, tables, and training cages, the room was mostly empty space.

On the minimalist gray wall hang dozens of old-fashioned, heavy military knives of various styles. These knives have long, ornate blades, each with its own unique patterns, making them significantly different from the monotonous standard weapons outside.

This entire wall of military knives seems to belong to a collector, showing off his treasures to them.

In the center of the room, a young man was already waiting.

He knew this person; in fact, he was extremely familiar with him.

“Hey, Lucius.”

I used to hold you when you were little!

"Brother Casca! You're here for training too?"

He looked delighted when he saw Casca enter.

Since being rescued by Casca more than 20 years ago, Lucius and his sister Corleone have been living in Carax and have successfully enrolled in the military academy proposed by Casca.

There, they received advance training for the expeditions they would face in the future, and all of them graduated with excellent results and joined Chemos' expedition team as the first batch of graduates.

"Of course, how's Corleone doing lately?"

“She’s better than me.” Lucius gave a wry smile. “I don’t know how she did it. It’s as if she was born with the ability to communicate with the ship’s soul. The Imperial Army has already taken her away as a treasure.”

"This is a good thing. Maybe she will soon be able to serve in the Third Army and become the captain she has always dreamed of."

"hope so."

Lucius remained noncommittal.

Although the room was simply furnished, it was not completely empty.

On the iron-gray table at the entrance, there was also a small metal tray.

On the tray was a very special and unique batch of cookies.

Although the maker put a lot of effort into shaping it, each cookie seems to have its own unique idea.

In terms of actual performance

Like history.

Casca spoke his mind.

He picked up a cookie, which seemed to have been baked not too long ago, as it was still slightly warm.

Sniff.

These cookies... they don't smell normal at all.

A strange, indescribable smell gave him a sense of unease.

It's more like history now.

Is this the smell that freshly baked cookies should have?

"Forget it, why bother with all that?"

Without thinking twice, Casca put it directly into its mouth.

It's actually pretty good, though, and they even have some snacks.

Although it may look rather unappealing, how bad can a cookie be, even if it doesn't taste good?

This guy, who's been eating corpse starch for decades, surely wouldn't be so foolish as to not even—

"Well--!"

Kasga covered his mouth and squatted down in great pain.

No, what on earth is this thing?!

Why could a single cookie bring such complex changes and pain to his taste buds?

Just one bite felt like having a giant silver handkerchief spread across his tongue by Nurgle, who had eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight transformations!

A bizarre taste, beyond human comprehension, exploded in his mouth in an instant.

It caused him to collapse to the ground instantly.

"Casca, how are you!"

"Should I call the pharmacist?"

Lucius also appeared extremely flustered.

"Uh"

Casca did not answer Lucius.

Or rather, he is no longer able to answer the other party.

He lay on the ground, twitching and writhing a few times.