Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"What happened, Casca?"

Finally, after waiting for what should not have been a long time, Fugrim's voice rang out in the hall of the Imperial Pride.

After becoming the Imperial War Commander, she, being a perfectionist, always wanted to do everything perfectly, which caused her to forget about sleep for a long time.

Or perhaps Kassa used some means to force Fugrim to sleep and rest, and then dealt with the affairs of the Legion during this time before waiting for her to wake up.

She seemed to have slept for a long time.

Of course, it could also be because makeup takes longer.

Kasgar turned around and saw Fugrim, who looked like a goddess of beauty descending to earth, smiling as she walked towards Kasgar.

Her already magnificent power armor underwent further improvements after she was promoted to Warmaster, thanks to the combined efforts of the Primarch blacksmiths. This made the armor even more elegant and luxurious, perfectly suited to her current status as Warmaster.

Coupled with her beautiful, star-like silver-white hair, her queen-like aura made Casca momentarily stunned.

"You came."

Kasgar reluctantly told Fugrim the whole story about Magnus's intention to get involved.

"What do you think?"

“I also find this matter a bit strange, but we have no reason to refuse him.”

"Forgrim whispered to Kasgar," he said.

It's quite plausible that the spirit of the centaur appeared and guided Magnus to follow them.

Because the Interles Federation itself is located in the constellation Centaurus.

Centaurs are looking for centaurs.

reasonable.

"Moreover, I am now the Imperial Warmaster, and I must take care of every Primarch in the Great Expeditionary Force."

As a war commander, she and her legion must become the absolute role models in the Great Expedition.

She couldn't afford to give the impression of disunity or excluding other Primarchs.

"Ok."

Seeing that Fugrim was determined, Kasgar couldn't very well object.

Although he was filled with unease, he could only believe that Magnus would not cause any trouble.

"I will keep an eye on him."

"Haha, bro! It's been so long!!!"

After agreeing to the joint reorganization of the expeditionary fleet, Magnus quickly arrived at the Imperial Pride in a shuttle.

After he opened the large shuttle cabin door specially made for the Crimson King, two ornately decorated Thousand Sons Space Marines followed him down.

If I'm not mistaken, they are Amon and Ahriman, Magnus's right-hand men.

He bent down and excitedly hugged Casca, saying this.

Thankfully, he wasn't wearing his armor, otherwise Kasgar would have really been pierced through two holes.

"Didn't we just meet on Ulano not long ago, Crimson King?"

"Hey, that wasn't really a formal meeting back then, my friend."

The Thousand Sons Legion is now able to reach a scale of over 100,000 people, all thanks to Casca's consistent assistance.

Magnus always felt grateful to Casca for rescuing the Thousand Sons from their predicament.

On the other hand, whether Casca wants Magnus's gratitude is another matter entirely.

"And Fugrim, oh, Your Majesty the Great Warmaster, how have you been?"

"It's not good enough. The honor and power of the War General require me to be more perfect. I've tried many things, but I've never been able to achieve the effect I want."

"Maybe you're just being too hard on yourself, sister."

Magnus was still lively, with a touch of narcissism.

If he hadn't messed everything up, Casca might have actually let her guard down and become his friend.

But now? No way!

"report!"

As the Primarchs exchanged pleasantries, an urgent report came from behind Kasgar: "Our communications with the Interles Federation have been received. They are also surprised that humanity has been able to reunite into a great empire."

"After receiving the communication, the other party is willing to come to our flagship to conduct peace negotiations and discuss the diplomatic details between the Interles Federation and the Human Empire."

"Interles!"

Magnus laughed heartily upon seeing this: "A civilization that has been lost in the universe for so many years, yet still developed to such an advanced level!"

"Just think about it, brothers and sisters, how many books and knowledge are waiting for us to discover?"

"And clearly, what you need is a knowledgeable diplomatic expert—"

He confidently bowed to Fugrim and Kasgar.

Actually, it's not necessary.

Fugrim is an expert in negotiation and diplomacy; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to reclaim so many worlds so decisively since the time of Chemos.

During the two-hundred-year Great Expedition, Casca distilled only one code of conduct for Magnus.

Doing the opposite of what he says is always the right thing to do.

The emperor's son will conduct diplomatic negotiations first, while Magnus tells him to wait in his flagship for the time being.

It wouldn't be too late to engage in deeper exchanges on combating Chaos once an agreement is reached between the two sides and mutual trust is established between the Human Empire and the Interles Federation.

The best course of action now is to secretly hide Magnus.

If this guy gets really bored, find him some lost books from Interles to read and let him play by himself.

This was the only solution Casca had for dealing with Magnus.

"Hopefully this will actually work."

Kaska prayed helplessly in his heart.

The first meeting between the Human Empire and the Interles Federation was formal and cautious.

The envoys from Interles boarded the Imperial Pride, escorted by musicians and soldiers.

The Interles Federation often brings background music into the venue, which is hard for people to get used to.

Sometimes they are deafening, echoing through the sky. Other times they are just quiet whispers, emitting a faint, trembling sound that lingers in the air like a lingering melody.

The Interles Federation calls it an aria, which is their basic means of communication.

Immediately afterwards, fifty soldiers, led by officers, disembarked from the space shuttle.

Their height rivaled that of the Astartes, and they were clad entirely in gleaming silver and emerald green metallic armor, with scarlet camouflage rank insignia pinned to their chests. The armor itself was meticulously designed, as ornate and beautiful as that of an emperor's son, clinging tightly to the warriors' bodies.

But it's not as heavy as the armor of Astartes.

This beautiful, delicate armor reminded Kasgar of the Eldar's equipment.

Following these slender soldiers were some more robust, heavily armored cavalry.

There were twenty of them in total.

He carried a recurve bow made of black metal on his back, and a bundle of long firewood and arrows was tied to his right leg.

As an interstellar civilization, their weapons were the most basic bows and arrows, which inevitably attracted the attention and whispers of the emperor's sons.

(To be honest, you guys who just slash each other with swords aren't much better off, are you?)

Beside the procession were five slender, silver, four-legged mechanical creatures, decorated with intricate and elegant patterns, resembling ancient Terran horses, only without heads and necks.

Mechanical horse mount.

When Casca thought of the Federation above the mysterious Centaur constellation, he couldn't help but recall the mysterious golden centaur who had often saved him from trouble.

Then I recalled Magnus's words, that the spirits of the centaurs had guided them to this place.

Could there really be some connection between them?

As Federation personnel gradually arrived at Imperial Pride aboard space shuttles, one of the flagship's boarding decks was already prepared for the formal meeting.

Countless bright and beautiful imperial flags hung from the magnificent vault designed by Fugrim himself, and the entire First Company, fully armed, formed an honor guard and lined up neatly on both sides to welcome the Federation's envoys.

At the end of the neatly arranged honor guard, Fugrim and Kasgar beside her waited.

Facing the Federation envoys who were striding forward, Fugrim raised the Warmaster's cloak behind him and gave a Skyhawk salute.

"On behalf of the beloved King of Mankind, and in the name of the Terra Empire, I extend my greetings to your esteemed nation."

"On behalf of the people of the Federation of Kings, I accept your greetings and express my gratitude."

Although many years have passed, the language used by the two sides to communicate seems to have remained largely unchanged, except for some variations in syllables.

"Excuse my intrusion," the messenger said, "are you from Terra?"

"That's exactly right."

"Ancient Terra, the planet known as Earth?"

“Exactly,” Fugrim said with a smile, his eyes radiating confidence.

“We sail among the stars,” she continued, “in search of loved ones lost long ago.”

The Radiant Light Ship.

Somewhat anxiously, Magnus flipped through one book after another that he already knew by heart in his study on his flagship.

At this moment, on the Imperial Pride, the Human Empire and the Federation of Kings are conducting diplomatic negotiations.

Magnus wanted to help the new Warmaster Vograim, but it seemed their areas of advantage overlapped somewhat—the other was also a diplomatically specialized Space Marine legion.

Is there anything else they can do to help each other?

The well-meaning Magnus is once again preparing to do something bad with good intentions.

"Has our Imperial Two-Headed Eagle Spirit given us any instructions?"

Chapter 179 Magnus, the Mischief King

At that moment, both Ahriman and Magnus closed their eyes.

Frost condenses, and energy flows.

From the real world, Magnus, the Crimson King, ventures into the vast heavens, traversing the boundless spiritual realm in search of the benevolent beings with whom he has had many interactions and who have helped him—the two-headed eagle spirits born from the Imperial people's faith in the Imperial eagle emblem.

It is absolutely trustworthy.

Magnus has many friends here.

Not long after he began his journey through the spiritual world, Magnus soon sensed the presence of the two-headed eagle spirit.

The appearance of elves in the warp is different from that in the real world—these creatures do not have any uniform external features, and it is impossible to describe them by their appearance.

The mysterious spirit seemed to be in a constantly changing state, and the only point of reference that allowed Magnus to recognize it was its blue bird-like body with two heads.

"Great two-headed eagle spirit, symbol of the empire, guide, I hereby seek your guidance—"

In the subspace, everything can only be felt with the mind.

Magnus conveyed a friendly and gentle message to it: "We have arrived at the Interles Federation as you have guided us. Where is that forbidden, lost knowledge? What should we do next?"

"Gah!"

Magnus heard the call of a bird.

He wasn't sure if this was the kind of sound the other party, as a two-headed eagle, should make, but he did seem to sense a fleeting hint of mockery.

The very next moment, another extremely shocking message entered Magnus's mind.

"what?!"

This time, the news from the Empire Double-Headed Eagle is particularly significant.

"You mean the entire Interles Federation has been corrupted by evil witchcraft?!"

The negotiations between Fugrim and the Interles Federation are proceeding very smoothly.