Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

The must-have pony's passive skill is the Headache Aura.

It can raise the blood pressure and give anyone who sees what he does a headache.

How was he supposed to report this to the Emperor?

If that old fellow finds out, will Magnus even be left with a whole corpse?

[Notify the Emperor: Come to Nicaea immediately and capture Magnus!]

indeed.

It should have been done a long time ago.

As a fellow psychic, Makado didn't want Magnus to continue showcasing his "psychic talents" around the world.

This guy is really tarnishing the reputation of us psionic users.

Seeing the growing misunderstanding of psionics within the Empire due to Magnus's foolishness, with some of the blame even directed at him, Macardo.

He felt extremely helpless about this.

Makado sighed, picked up the scepter that was placed aside, and walked out of the meditation room following the rhythmic sound of it striking the ground.

"Pack your things and get ready to head to Nicaea."

He's managed to clean up Interles' mess.

Magnus did do something good, though – at least he pointed out that the Cairnblach people had once worshipped Chaos and that there was a risk of it being corrupted.

In response, Casca turned against Magnus.

After this point was pointed out, Interles lost the initiative in the subsequent negotiations—after all, no one knows whether it will implode again as a beacon of chaos, and what if this happens again in the future?

Moreover, after the Casca revealed the spirit of the centaur, they also won the faith of a large number of Interles people—who firmly believed that the spirit of the centaur was the god who had once guided them to Interles.

To combat the Chaos Demons, they must unite and fight alongside the Centaur Spirits, the human Empire, to stop the demonic forces from invading the real world.

While the requirements are somewhat demanding, they are understandable given the impending large-scale chaos invasion.

However, on the surface, the human empire still believes in the truth of the empire, at least on the surface.

As the Great Expedition continues to expand outwards, and more and more monsters and demons reveal their true colors as they move further away from the light of the Star Torch, even the most eloquent preachers of the Empire's truth become of no use.

Although there is still a long way to go before the two sides can finalize the terms, at least for now, Fugrim can leave and leave the rest to the Imperial Army and bureaucrats.

This makes negotiating terms much easier.

"—Finally, there's that nemesis, Blade."

Casca has never forgotten the purpose of his visit to Interles.

“Magnus, give me that Nemesis Blade. Such an extremely dangerous thing should not remain in the world, not even as a museum exhibit.”

"Evil objects tainted by the power of chaos must be destroyed!"

Seeing Casca's resolute expression, Magnus could no longer argue. Even though he was very curious about how this power of nemesis was achieved, he had no choice but to hand over the Nemesis Blade to Casca and let him handle it.

Bear!

After the Casgar psionic flames burned for a long time, and after the theater troupe and the Metzy musicians had to summon the spirits of the centaurs along the way.

Finally, the nemesis blade was completely torn apart by the centaur's golden javelin, becoming scrap metal devoid of any psionic energy.

"Without the Blade of Nemesis, there shouldn't be any major problems in the future."

Seeing that his nemesis's blade had completely disappeared, Kasgar finally breathed a sigh of relief.

By the way, the medzio musician.

Just before the Sons of the Emperor's fleet was about to leave Interreis, some of the Mettrie musicians decided to board the Emperor's Pride and join them on their interstellar journey.

Together they played the "Centaur Gold Ring".

With the addition of the arias by the melody of the melody player, the faith power generated by their centaur gold rings will be even stronger, and the summoned centaurs will be larger and more golden.

A huge, golden centaur!

With the newly enhanced Centaur Gold Ring, the Imperial Pride began its journey towards the planet Nicaea, bathed in a sea of ​​light.

Nicaea is a world that is still in its geological early stages.

The clouds completely obscured the surface of the earth, and the geological structure was still in a phase of continuous pyroclastic eruptions and storms.

A murky cloud of compounds obscured the ground, interspersed with volcanic embers and brown lightning.

This is a brand new world, and its landscape has not yet fully taken shape.

The task of constructing a world large enough to accommodate the importance of the meeting was entrusted to the Iron Lord, Peturabo.

The meeting hall he meticulously crafted was originally designed as an arena for competitive events, but the emperor later converted it for his own use.

The conference hall was built inside a hollowed-out layered volcano in Nicaea, with a huge amphitheater carved out from its center.

After all, for the sake of secrecy, the Emperor only told Mortalian, who hated psionicists the most, about the Nicaea Conference.

What Peturabo?

He's just an insignificant contractor; we don't need to worry about him.

The Emperor has the highest expectations for you, Mortalian; the key speeches at the entire Nicaea Conference were all focused on you, Mortalian.

Soon after, as the Emperor was about to convene in Nicaea to decide on the next steps for the think tank and psykers, Primarchs from all over the Imperial world naturally descended upon this newly born land of Nicaea to attend the meeting.

Among the Primarchs who had arrived before the meeting were Lemanus the Wolf King, Mortalian the Pale Lord, Saint Gilles the Angel, Rogdorn the Imperial Fist, and Warmaster Fugrim.

They all led small squads composed of their trusted followers to Nicaea.

Hundreds of people were also present, along with bureaucrats from all levels of the Imperial administration and members of the expeditionary fleet, as well as the two components of the Emperor's Claw—the Silent Sisters and the Imperial Guard—in case Magnus suddenly attacked or injured anyone during the meeting.

Many more Primarchies who were unable to attend in person participated in the meeting by sending their chief think tanks or by directly casting their votes.

This was also a rare occurrence for the Emperor, who set aside his work repairing the Webway in Terra Palace to come here and co-chair the meeting with Magmacardo.

After all, Magnus has really messed up this time.

You've gone too far, kid.

Of course, Magnus himself was unaware of all this.

At this moment, he was leisurely riding the Stormbird towards the surface of Nicaea.

"How much longer until we land? The pilot? I guess not long, right?"

"Yes, sir. We will land in ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?! I can guide us to land in less than half the time!"

Magnus shouted, glaring at the reclining driver, who trembled with fear.

Fortunately, it was just him joking and pretending to be angry; he laughed shortly after yelling.

Magnus patted the navigator on the shoulder with a radiant palm, causing him to twitch involuntarily.

"Ah, don't mind Innovens."

Magnus said, "I just can't wait to see my father again. Haha, you did a great job, my friend!"

"Yes, thank you, sir."

"Begin descent," the pilot said, swallowing hard. "Approaching ground. Landing plan confirmed. Accept remote control signal and relinquish control."

The Emperor's location is heavily guarded, and any fighter jet that dares to approach the Emperor's location must hand over control to the Imperial Guard forces on the surface before it gets close enough to be attacked.

The land of Nicaea is sharply defined, with large amounts of soil and rocks scattered everywhere due to volcanic eruptions.

The cobalt blue surface displays perfect patterns formed by geological movements, surrounded by ripples created during their formation. Giant cubes stand side by side on the stepped volcanic plain, forming various randomly generated yet aesthetically pleasing spiral patterns.

"Unparalleled".

Magnus seemed to be enjoying the world around him. He closed his eyes, spread his arms, and spoke softly.

"This is the birth of a world. It is the order of the universe described by the laws of nature. It is my father's style to make this place the place where we psionicists will rise in the future."

“He knows I can understand. This is a reflection of my early experiences in the world.”

He was filled with an intoxicating sense of pride.

Their destination was a mountain range rising steeply from the compression of the land, and in the center of that mountain range was a magnificent, meticulously crafted amphitheater.

"Oh, the throne, it is truly magnificent."

Magnus spoke in his intoxicated voice.

"A force capable of traversing the galaxy, holding the hearts of the entire empire together with a dream of unity. The master we serve is so great that I feel deeply humbled."

Unfortunately, Magnus was unaware of the true feelings of the owner of that power as he waited for him in the hall.

Unfortunately, thanks to the Imperial Guard's operation, Magnus Stormbird landed successfully.

It is currently unknown how many members of the Imperial Guard advocated for crashing the Stormbird directly into the volcano.

But in the end, the crimson Magnus emerged from the Stormbird, walked down the plane to meet the two rows of Space Marine companies, and took a deep breath of the primal air of Nicaea.

Two giant figures emerged from the volcano, walking side by side. One of them was clad in magnificent purple-gold armor, his white hair dazzling and held up by a silver headband. His flowing shoulder armor and wide, gold-and-red cloak clearly indicated his identity.

Another figure wore crimson armor. What was striking was a pair of pure white wings behind her, adorned with delicate silver chains and mother-of-pearl pendants, seemingly a gift and decoration from the Holy Blood Angel.

Her face, framed by long, jet-black hair, was noble and holy, much like the countless marble statues guarding the imperial palace.

(Angels are all different, and their hair color will change depending on who they are looking at. Magnus seeing her with black hair is the official setting.)

They were personally greeted by two of the most beautiful Primarchs of the Empire of Man, Fugrim and Sanguiles.

(Of course, this is not to say that Phyllis Marus is not beautiful, but compared to these two sisters, she does not seem to put more of her energy into such things.)

This is enough to demonstrate the emperor's high regard for Magnus.

He was feeling rather smug.

He was flattered by the grand reception he received upon arriving in Nicaea.

Even Fugrim, who was now a Warmaster of the Empire, came to personally greet him (actually to escort him), and Magnus couldn't help but imagine the flowers and applause he would soon receive.

Is it the matter of the Internet that he mentioned to the Emperor last time?

Magnus suddenly realized.

This wasn't actually his discovery; it was the spirit of the two-headed eagle—no, now we should say the bad guy Carlos—who told him.

Although the warp spirit named Carlos was untrustworthy, according to the Kasgars and Interles, it still revealed a lot of useful information to them!

Moreover, it also states in its prophecy that the Emperor’s net will achieve a major breakthrough with the help of Magnus (meaningful)!

Thinking about it that way, it probably isn't.

After all, the prophecy hasn't come true yet.

What was the reason for this? Was it because their psionic think tank played such a crucial role in the Great Crusade that the Emperor took the initiative to offer them a reward?

Very likely!

Hehehehehe.

Magnus went to greet him in high spirits.

Behind the two Primarchs stood the two sisters' most trusted lieutenants—Kasgar stood to Fugrim's left, his red helmet covering his entire face, making it impossible for Magnus to see his expression.

Beside Saint Gilles was Radolon, the company commander of the Blood Angels.

Although it is unknown how he defeated Azcalon and seized the position next to the Primarch.

But he managed to snatch it.

After Magnus disembarked from the plane, the two Primarchs exchanged a glance, and then, with genuine joy (or at least apparent joy), they smiled and approached Magnus.

"Ah, it's been a long time, Saint Gilles."

Magnus smiled and bowed slightly: "And, we meet again, Fugrim."

Magnus was confident that he had helped Fugrim during his time at Interles.

Although some undesirable situations occurred along the way.

Ultimately, however, he did help Vograim and his companions defeat the evil warp creature known as Carlos the Fateweaver.

As for why evil exists, and how the specific "help" is provided... well, let's not ask that yet.

After Magnus greeted the two Primarchs, he turned to Ahriman beside him and said, “Sisters Saint-Gilles, allow me to introduce my Chief Think Tank Curator, Azek Ahriman.”