Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"Father, how could you really give the centaur's golden ring to Horus?"

"Shadow Moon Wolf's hysteria will probably get worse in the future, sigh."

“Forgrim, I remember you should have the most powerful team of apothecaries, do you think you could—”

Kasgar was still dragging Fugrim's cloak behind him, watching the Primarchs laughing and joking with each other after receiving their gifts.

The most jokes are about Horus's centaur gold ring.

But the latter didn't seem to care, maintaining that simple and honest smile no matter what the other person said.

joke!

What does having a centaur gold ring signify?

This shows that he is the Emperor's most cherished son. Even though I disappointed the Emperor in the Battle of Ulanor just now, he was still willing to give me the Centaur Gold Ring!

I don’t even want to act anymore!

Given the current situation, who cares whether he's a war commander or not?

Hehe. Hehehe

In short, Horus was in high spirits.

This is hardly a coronation ceremony for Fugrim!

Isn't this clearly a wedding ceremony with Horus?

"Uh"

"Ugh."

Kaska laughed out loud at Horus's drooling expression.

Perhaps the world has indeed undergone a tiny change because of his efforts.

Kasgar thought to himself, especially as he looked at the bald-headed Angron whose head no longer bore the Butcher's Nail.

At this moment, he seemed to be infected by the joyful atmosphere around him and also became happy.

Not much, but at least there has been some real change.

"Perhaps this is the best moment of the Great Expedition."

Although no one recorded this moment through painting or video, in Kasgar's heart, this scene was far more memorable than the moment when Fugrim was crowned Warmaster.

Perhaps it's all too beautiful to be real, but for now, let's enjoy this moment of peace.

a few days later.

Night fell over Ulanno, but the feast of victory continued.

The ships in the sky shimmered like jewels, and in the center of several fireworks displays in the square below, the sound waves of soldiers' chorus swept back and forth like ocean waves.

At this moment, humans and the Superman Astartes felt both celebratory joy and shared sorrow. They cheered for the Emperor and his newly appointed Supreme Commander of the Imperial military forces, and grieved for the Emperor's impending departure from the Great Crusade to return to Terra to continue his work.

From this point on, the great emperor will be far removed from them.

The soldiers will have to rely on their own strength to complete the great expedition.

Their drunken, carefree songs echoed far and wide in the silent night of Ulanuo.

As the celebration drew to a close, the Imperial Dream had moved to a distant orbit.

Before long, the Emperor will lead his flagship away, never to return to the galactic expeditions. He will return to the Solar System, while the rest will continue the expeditions.

As the revelry drew to a close, a long-forgotten and unbearable sadness welled up in Casca's heart.

It's like that feeling of frustration when you lie in bed on a Sunday night, wondering why the weekend is over so quickly and why tomorrow is Monday.

As Casca looked down at the people still reveling in the afterglow of victory, he sat quietly on the lawn on the hillside behind the arched castle, lost in thought.

Will this place—no, I should say the human empire—remain as peaceful as it is now in the future?

Especially since the inevitable great rebellion was about to begin.

Kasgar does not believe in fate—he has broken the shackles of fate before, whether on Koz's home planet or facing Khorne, the Bronze Lord, with Angron. Kasgar proved with his actions that fate is not unchangeable.

But the deep-seated worries in my heart will not lessen as a result.

This is a War General!

The title of Warmaster, which had once betrayed the Emperor and once betrayed him, fell to Fugrim by some strange twist of fate.

He was betrayed by Olpeson, and betrayed by the leader of the Second Legion.

When the Great Crusade comes to an end and all those monsters and demons of the warp unleash their power, will he be able to protect them with his current strength?

He was a little worried.

If Fugrim were to suffer the same fate as the Warlord, being forced to endure the same fate as the Four Gods, how would he be able to rescue her?

etc--

Casca was thinking about a very serious problem.

If Fugrim were to become the Imperial Warmaster, then as the Emperor's son, he would be the second-highest-ranking Lord Commander after the Primarch.

"Then wouldn't I become Abaddon?!"

Casca felt the top of his head getting pointed.

"Casca!"

At that moment, he heard a call from behind.

That was the Phoenix Queen, a radiant being, the Purple Court Golden Phoenix—and now, of course, she was also the female archetype with the title of Imperial War General.

Fugrim.

"I've been looking for you for a long time!"

Seeing that he wasn't carrying any communication devices, the new war commander was now looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and delight.

"Great War General, you finally have some free time?"

Kaska said with a smile.

“Don’t even mention it,” Fugrim said, scratching his head in frustration. “I haven’t had a single happy day since I took on the role of Warmaster.”

Managing the entire legion was already a huge headache, and now she has to coordinate and command almost all of the expeditionary fleets. This is no easy task, especially since her orders sometimes involve the lives of hundreds of billions of people.

If not handled properly, it could lead to unimaginable consequences for her.

Then look at Horus, who had fought tooth and nail for the position of Warmaster.

Now he's happily taking his Shadowmoon Wolf on a joyful vacation to a new star system!

She was left to handle all matters, large and small, during the expedition, along with Vorgrim and the Emperor's Son.

It's really unfair.

There were only two moments that brought Fugrim joy after he had taken on the role of the Imperial Warmaster.

The first is the moment she was officially crowned.

Secondly, it was the moment she stepped down.

"Hey, it's alright, it's alright." Casca smiled and hugged her tightly. "I'll handle the affairs within the legion for you. You just need to focus on being a good war commander."

"Ah."

"Casca, let me take a puff to perk you up."

In Kasgar's embrace, Fugrim turned and hugged him tightly in return.

"Why do you seem so gloomy? We should be happy to see our hard-earned human empire getting better every day."

"Casgar, did you foresee something?"

No. That's the real problem.

"I can't see a future."

Casgar's last words seemed to have a hidden meaning.

It is precisely because he could not predict anything that he now feels extremely lost.

He was already used to a future that could be predicted.

"Rest assured, any difficulties and dangers will be easily resolved under the great Imperial Warmaster Vograim!"

She sat down next to Casca with a smile, her head resting gently on his shoulder.

"Trust me, Casgar."

She whispered, "Whether you see a terrible future or not, I will take care of it for you."

After the air in Ulano was cleaned up by the Mechanical Church, the sky full of stars twinkled before their eyes.

The starry sky at this moment shines just as brightly as it did over two hundred years ago at Chemos.

At that time, they also faced the same starry sky and made a vow to fly into space in the future.

No matter what dangers we face in the future, we will confront them together.

This is our agreement.

Forgrim smiled and extended her hand, adorned with a gold centaur ring.

However, the centaur gold ring that the Warlord wore this time was crafted and gifted to him by Casca.

"Ah."

"Let's pinky swear."

Chapter 178 War Commander! The ship to the Interles Federation is ready!

That was countless years ago, when humanity was still in a primitive and ignorant age.

After being scattered across the world in search of prey, humans made a great leap forward.

For the first time, their slash-and-burn agriculture yielded a surplus.

Not only is it more than enough to feed everyone in the tribe, but if they continue to plant in the same way in the future, they will never have to worry about food again!

Just as when they first discovered the existence of fire, humans excitedly scooped up the surplus grain.

This is a wide river valley area, with everything you need, from water sources to fertile soil that can grow large-grained food.

In the future, they will live a peaceful life forever, no longer needing to worry about not having enough to eat.

The tribe's inhabitants began to cheer.

From then on, humans could live carefree and without worry, and they would have nothing to worry about!

They will never feel hungry again!

But things are not as simple as everyone imagines.

Just as they were about to obtain eternal sustenance, one of the tribe members stabbed another with a sharpened stone.

murder.

It wasn't for reasons of survival, but simply for personal gain; the selfish desire to possess everything drove him to wield crude fishing and hunting tools against his fellow countrymen.

The ultimate victor enjoyed it all, from the fertile soil of the valley to the surplus grain that no one in the tribe dared to compete with him for.

All material possessions belong to the victors in human hunting.

After becoming the king of beasts, humans turned to hunting each other for the first time.

Thus, the human demon [Draconion] came into being.

This is not the first time it has happened, nor will it be the last; rather, it is a recurring cycle of countless similar tragedies.

Everything in the future will forever be subject to the disputes and suspicions over excess "real-world sustenance," and the faith and belief in a greater "spiritual sustenance."

Perhaps it was out of fear that the other party would strike first, or perhaps it was because they were confident that they could destroy the other party.

Since then, humanity has never been free from endless conflict.

From the ancient Stone Age to the moment when mankind set foot among the stars of the Milky Way.

Stones, bronze, iron spears, crossbows, muskets, cannons, machine guns, ice axes, nuclear bombs, and whirlwind torpedoes.