Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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A fierce fighting spirit and a sense of unwillingness to admit defeat welled up in my heart.

"Go Casgar!"

As for Lucius, who had just stood up, he gloated and egged him on.

Seeing that she had successfully knocked her opponent's weapon away with her first strike, Aqua swiftly placed her knife against Casca's neck to signify that the battle was over.

when!

"Arrogant and haughty—hmm?"

But his incredibly fast parry was actually blocked by Casgar.

He raised his two-handed military knife using only the strength of his left hand, blocking the attack with the horizontal blade.

Although she wasn't using any force and was only preparing to put her arm around his neck, Casca's ability to react so quickly was indeed somewhat unexpected.

Use one hand to wield a two-handed sword.

Aqua inexplicably remembered the other knife tucked into her waistband.

"interesting."

"Although his movements are hasty and impulsive, he seems to have good talent and practices diligently."

"Judging from your footwork and swordsmanship, Lord Fugrim must have taught you quite a bit, right?"

Casca nodded.

"That's a real waste of time."

Aqua usually doesn't mince words.

Casgar could only respond with a wry smile.

"Both of you are only considered average in terms of basic talent."

"But unfortunately, one is vain and values fame more than reality; the other is impatient for quick success and always thinks about getting to the top in one step."

Aqua shook her head with displeasure.

As for her advice, it was indeed very insightful.

“No matter how much you teach, it’s useless if you don’t correct these bad habits.”

"You two, take your training swords and practice on your own."

"Master."

Lucius smiled obsequiously and moved closer to Aqua.

"When we have a duel, we always have to have some kind of prize involved, right?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the wall covered with master-crafted military knives hanging there.

"You said, how about—"

"it is good."

Aqua agreed quickly.

She turned around and picked up the tray: "You two, the loser gets to eat my cookies for dinner."

In an instant, the way Casca and Lucius looked at each other changed slightly.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet!

when!

Their weapons collided instantly at an extremely fast speed.

"Lucius! You damned bastard! Go eat by yourself, why are you dragging me into this!"

"This—how was I supposed to know it would turn out like this! Take this!"

"What the hell! A sneak attack? What happened to your honor as a duelist?"

"What do you know! I'm fighting to survive!"

"Hmph! You despicable bastard, try this!"

"You?! You actually—"

"Hehe, I'm determined to win!"

The two new apprentices were indeed full of enthusiasm.

"Is what I made really that bad?"

But Aqua, as his master, didn't seem happy about it.

dong dong.

Beneath her white coat, Chief Pharmacist Meluxin, with heavy dark circles under her eyes, gently knocked on the door.

She interrupted their fight, where each of them was displaying their unique skills.

"Recruit Lucius, come over here to prepare for your modification surgery."

Oh no, could someone really be mistaking me for a father-in-law?

Chapter 28 Number Twenty-One

As new recruits of the Third Legion, Kasgar and Lucius were naturally required to undergo Space Marine conversion training.

However, since the Emperor's Son is currently in dire need of rebuilding, the gene seeds necessary for the modification must be extracted from the blood of the Fugrim and slowly cultivated.

Given the current extreme shortage of genetic seeds, the recruits' modification surgeries can only be performed one by one by drawing lots.

And clearly, Lucius reaped this unexpected reward.

"Great!"

"Casca, you'd better get ready to eat cookies every day from now on, hahaha!"

Excitedly, she skipped and hopped outside to follow the pharmacist, Meluxin.

"Wait a moment!"

"Pharmacist, may I ask how long the waiting list is for my modification surgery?"

Seeing this, Casca quickly called out to the other party.

"you?"

She looked Casca up and down: "Your case is special; most of the modification surgeries aren't performed here."

"what?"

Although she does look very much like a mad doctor, she might one day earn the title of "Legendary Modifier King" in Warhammer.

But as the Emperor's chief pharmacist, her skills are absolutely impeccable.

If Casca didn't have his modification surgery done by her, who else would it be?

"You'll know when you get to Holy Terra."

Melusin didn't reveal much, only saying this before closing the door and leaving with Lucius.

After Lucius left, only Aqua and Kaska remained in the room.

"Did I say something a little too harsh just now?"

Suddenly, after sheathing her sword again, Aqua asked somewhat awkwardly.

Her gaze was no longer as cold as before, but filled with gentle apology.

"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at controlling my expressions and words during battles."

"Whenever we win, I always have a habit of saying some inappropriate sarcastic remarks. If this hurts you, I'm really sorry."

"nothing."

Casca responded with a laugh.

"What you said does make some sense."

"Forgrim has indeed wasted too much time on me."

She is a genetic prototype who strives for perfection in everything.

But even with superhuman abilities and willpower, she still has her vulnerable side.

“I can feel that the burden on her shoulders has become increasingly heavy since she regained her memories and joined the Great Expedition.”

As the Primarch, she must devote herself wholeheartedly to the Great Crusade.

As a role model, she must lead by example and strive for perfection in every word and deed.

As the leader of the Third Legion, she could not allow the fallen warriors who had been given the double-headed eagle emblem to be tarnished.

Even as his wife, Casca, she had to bury all this pressure deep inside, only showing her lover her brightest smile and happiness.

She cannot disappoint the Emperor/his offspring/the deceased hero/Casca.

She can't let everyone down.

She has to be perfect.

Kasga could sense the immense psychological pressure lurking beneath the lively exterior of the Purple Phoenix.

"I must help her share some of the burden."

"Otherwise, she might be crushed by this in the future."

Kasgar sighed deeply, his training sword still swinging incessantly.

"But tell me, what can I do for her?"

He smiled bitterly.

"Is that why your sword looks so hasty?"

"Yes."

"How could I not know the principle that haste makes waste? But we are about to face too many difficulties and the enemies we need to defeat are too strong."

"If I don't try a little harder, the darkest ending awaits us in the future."

"I see."

Aqua nodded approvingly.

"Since you have the determination and fighting spirit to persevere, I will naturally not hold back in terms of swordsmanship."

"Then I would appreciate your guidance."

Casca nodded in response.

He felt that their relationship had grown much closer.

Then he watched as the other person picked up the cookie tray and walked toward him.

"How about we have a cookie first?"

"Trust me, it's really delicious."

The truth has been revealed.

“Dear Lady Aqua, I appreciate your instruction in swordsmanship. But in this matter, please allow me to decline.”