Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

He then picked up a training sword from the side and resumed his fighting stance.

"In that case, are you ready, Casgar?"

"Now, it's time for your guidance."

She emphasized those two words.

"hiss--"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!"

Aqua Duna is indeed a highly talented swordsmanship instructor.

If it weren't for an overconfidence in his own culinary skills.

The depth of his swordsmanship skills was such that even Primarchs like Fugrim, who were skilled with swords, would be ashamed of themselves.

But at the same time...

The cookies she made were so tough that even the notoriously resilient Twilight Raiders couldn't easily withstand them.

Aqua gave him two choices.

To eat, or not to eat.

It seems that the ending always leads to death.

But even with his life in danger, Casgar chose to withstand the onslaught of attacks from his opponent.

Feeling helpless as he looked at the numerous bruises all over his body.

It was said to be to train his ability to withstand blows, but he had no doubt that there was definitely a lot of retaliation involved.

"You didn't make someone angry on the very first day, did you?"

As Fugrim applied white ointment to his back, he asked jokingly.

In the past, when Fugrim instructed him, she always used the "sword of mutual affection." Even in actual combat, she only touched the target briefly.

Seeing Casca beaten up like this, she felt sorry for him, but also quite schadenfreude.

"Ouch—it still hurts so much."

"No. But by the way, Fugrim."

When is my Space Marine modification surgery scheduled?

"Yours?"

Fugrim leaned closer and whispered something into Kasgar's ear.

"The Emperor has said that your modification surgery will be partially customized by him personally."

"what?"

Emperor's Fantasy.

He connected with the psychic communication of that old acquaintance.

"Old friend."

"Number Three has successfully returned to the Empire, and we are now returning to Holy Terra."

How did He perform?

"It far exceeded my expectations."

As he spoke, a smile couldn't be contained from the corners of his mouth.

"I have to admit that there was some merit to your suggestion."

[Are you saying that among these troublemakers, some women are indeed needed to prevent domestic conflicts?]

Ha, I remember you didn't approve back then.

"I don't deny that."

He admitted.

"And this trip also had an unexpected bonus."

Unexpected, but still within the plan.

"A new member is about to join our family."

【oh? 】

"He's a very interesting guy."

He looked up at the colorful, dazzling lights outside the Gellert Field.

A hint of nostalgia flickered in his eyes.

"And later, we might call him—"

"[Number 21]".

Alfa Romeo and Omega both use the number 20.

Chapter 29 Legendary Human Modifier

"pharmacist."

"Won't some strange tentacles grow on my head after I drink this?"

"will not."

"When you're modifying it, you're not going to turn my vocal cords into some kind of weapon or something, are you?"

".Won't."

"Um... you wouldn't use the Pear of Pain to carve me, would you?"

"."

There was no reply from the other party, only a series of extremely loud inhalation and exhalation sounds.

"If you insist."

"No, no, thank you, thank you."

"Hey, that's right!"

"Pharmacist, you wouldn't take my genes to create a clone and then do some weird things to it, would you?"

Bang!

"Ow!"

A distinct hammering sound.

This was followed by another scream.

"Be quiet."

The surgical instruments behind the white coat of the Michelin model unfold like the legs of a spider.

She punched the incessantly talking guy in extreme impatience, then looked back at the experimental readings extracted from the display screen beside her.

Casca never imagined that one day he would have to go to the operating table of an old Chinese medicine doctor.

Of course, this Meilushin should only be considered a "small-time traditional Chinese medicine practitioner".

The Emperor Dream has now completed its subspace journey and arrived in the solar system.

Kasgar thought he would have to go to Terra Palace to undergo the modifications, but to his surprise, Melusin suddenly found him and told him that some of the non-classified modifications to Kasgar could now be carried out.

Then, he was nervously led to the operating table.

Logically speaking, Melousin should still be considered a good person at this point.

They are dedicated to their work and will not arbitrarily alter patients' conditions.

probably not.

Right?

But looking into the other person's cold and inhuman eyes, coupled with those eerie mechanical limbs behind her, she was struck by their cold and unapproachable gaze.

Kaska couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Is this the oppressive feeling brought by the [Legendary Modified King]?

Melusin didn't seem to care what Casca was thinking.

Casca's words seemed far more normal compared to his physical stats.

All of his physical readings remained at the levels expected of a twenty-year-old young man.

Melusin had heard this legend from Fugrim before, but she never took it seriously.

After all, it's quite difficult to take statements like "Love! It's all because of love! Because of the power of love, Casca will never grow old!" seriously.

But no matter what, he spent thirty years with Fugrim on Chemos, and in the end he was only twenty years old.

Is this a case of an old man having a young child?

Such a permanent appearance is not actually impossible.

That is what immortal beings are like.

Like the human emperor and Macardo, they are both extremely powerful human immortals.

Unless deliberately controlled, their bodies do not age over time.

The problem is that, according to the psionic analysis of the blood, Casca is not immortal.

He simply hasn't aged.

Apart from that, all other physical indicators were perfectly normal.

It's more accurate to say it's perfectly normal.

"All organ and secretion values ​​are averages for a 20-year-old male."

Upon seeing these figures, a glimmer of light appeared in Meilushin's eyes, which were hidden beneath heavy dark circles.

It's exactly the same as the most standard anatomical template in textbooks!

If Casca weren't the Primarch's spouse, she would have liked to clone some of them to use as anatomical specimens.

But to be honest, are these really the values ​​that a normal human being should have?

Casca.

Melusin turned her head and looked at Casca, who was blinking innocently.

He was less a human being and more a human being.

It's more likely that it was created by some being beyond human comprehension, resulting in a monster that is not much different from humans.

Same as her.

"Pharmacist, I have another question."

"ask."

"If I modify myself using Fugrim's gene seed and become her offspring, wouldn't there be some ethical issues, you know what I mean?"

"."

"pharmacist?"

"No, because we've never seen you as a father."

"Huh? So what do you guys think of me?"

"Um"

Melusin didn't turn around; she simply turned her back to him and selected different potions.

"Primarch Vograim's gigolo, or what?"

Tsk.

Kasga wanted to refute, but couldn't find a good reason to do so.