Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Is the renovation complete?

He immediately stood up, and even though he was still a little unsteady due to adapting to his new body, his speed was still far greater than before.

Moreover, the entire room appeared several times smaller.

Even Melusin, who originally looked very tall, was now a whole head shorter than him.

Looking at his own body, his muscles had expanded considerably compared to before, making him look as fit and muscular as an ancient Greek sculpture without appearing bulky.

Casca stretched its limbs in a showy manner.

It feels pretty good.

After their transformation, the Space Marines of the Third Legion were generally more agile and slender, a characteristic resulting from the Gene Seed.

Furthermore, his hair is prone to turning white and silver-white, but judging from the mechanical reflections on the side, Casca's appearance does not change significantly.

The key change is still in body shape.

A little high.

Now I've become a master myself.

"Holy Terra".

"Your initial transformation took about three months."

"The Imperial Guards finished modifying you in the Emperor's laboratory and then handed you over to me, asking me to complete the next steps, saying that the previous modifications were confidential."

She seemed very unhappy.

It was a great regret for her that she couldn't personally visit the secret laboratory beneath the Terra Palace.

While they were chatting, the equipment behind Casca completed its scan.

“Height 8’5’’ (2m56), slightly tall. But considering the special modification method, it is still within a reasonable range.”

"Power armor may require additional modifications or customization."

"Look at my finger, how many is this?"

"three."

"Normal vision and normal cognitive abilities."

Fortunately, he's not Gabe Newell (GabeN).

"what."

Kasga suddenly felt a sting on his arm, like a bee sting.

"The pain is normal."

Then he saw a mechanical limb on the other person's back, stabbing fiercely at him.

Perhaps when Casca was still a mortal, such a swift attack would have been impossible to dodge. But at this moment, in his eyes, the machine appeared surprisingly slow.

He immediately reached out and grabbed it.

"Nanosecond-level reaction time, acceptable."

“Logically, the anesthesia shouldn’t have worn off yet,” Melusin said expressionlessly, recording some readings onto the machine. “How did you wake up?”

"Um"

Kasgar recalled his previous dream and fell into deep thought.

Um... Is he passing the fire to Old Man Huang?

Can this be said?

Let's keep it a secret for now.

"I dreamt that you turned into a bald, white-haired old man, and while you were chuckling lewdly, you were pouring me a drink—"

Bang!

This time, he saw the other person's fist hurtling towards his face.

See clearly.

He reached out to block it.

"Ow!"

But the power of the power armor was something that a mere semi-modified recruit like him could not contend with.

"Intelligence level: no higher than that of the Euglin barbarians."

Melusin said expressionlessly.

This article contains a degree of secondary creation regarding the Warhammer universe, power system, and its origins.

If any Out-of-Case (OOC) errors occur during this process, please forgive me.

Thank you for your understanding.

Chapter 31 Drink, Lucius

After undergoing a series of comprehensive physical examinations, Casca was returned to the Imperial Sons' recruit camp.

The transformation process for Space Marines typically takes 5-10 years.

During this period, new recruits are usually assigned to the regimental recruit company and undertake some reconnaissance-related tasks.

Only after the final surgery—the implantation of the black armor—is completed will the recruit receive the power armor that will accompany him for life (except for the unlucky ones who join the Dreadnoughts) and become a formal Space Marine.

The training time and methods for recruits vary from legion to legion. The Emperor's Sons Legion, which strives for perfection, trains for an even longer period than other legions.

It not only includes the essential training programs for general Space Marines, but also requires every son of the Emperor to study on Mars, court etiquette, and art painting.

Only when every recruit has received sufficient training and can perform everything perfectly will he be given the responsibility of becoming a true son of the emperor.

In addition, with the entire legion's personnel dwindling and the veterans almost gone, the Emperor naturally did not impose excessive performance pressure on them.

This also allowed the Third Army Corps to stay safely in the rear and complete the preparations needed for the expedition.

Therefore, Casgar still needs to continue training before he can officially engage in combat.

"Go for it, Lucius!"

"You're so lucky to be able to enjoy our master's perfect cooking skills. I'm so envious of you."

"You envy me!"

Lucius was furious.

Despite his angry curses, he dared not pause for a moment while wielding his sword.

The new recruit opposite him, meticulously wielding his training sword, was a new disciple of the Sword Saint Aqua, a newcomer from the Terran race.

Sol Tavitz.

Lucius disliked him very much.

It could even be described as jealousy.

But he was so much more pleasing to the eye than that guy Casca.

Only through comparison can the value of Sol Tavec be truly appreciated.

"Who was it that just said they were determined to win? Huh?"

"If you want to eat it so badly, why don't you go eat it yourself—!"

Snapped!

Just as he was about to debate with Casca, Thor's sword spotted an opening and struck him squarely on the shoulder.

"Concession."

Sol Tavitz remained expressionless, showing little excitement at his victory over his opponent.

He merely took a few steps back, breathed a sigh of relief, and was thankful that he had escaped the tragic fate of having dinner with Aqua.

“Drink up, Lucius.”

"This is your destiny."

Casca smiled and handed him a glass of liquid that emitted a strange green light.

"What is this?"

"The Space Marines' nutritious porridge will help your body recover and grow."

Sword Saint Aqua remained noncommittal.

"Drink it quickly, and remember to tell me how you feel after you finish so I can improve the formula."

Lucius's expression was bitter.

He tentatively leaned in and took a sniff.

Then, his once handsome face suddenly contorted in pain.

Although he is still a new recruit, the nutritious porridge shouldn't be glowing green, right?

what?

"Being free from external interference is a prerequisite for becoming a qualified gladiator."

Aqua spoke impatiently, seemingly very dissatisfied with Lucius's performance earlier.

"A bet's a bet, Lucius."

Lucius took the cup with trembling hands. He glanced at the viscous liquid that was glowing with an eerie green light, then looked up at the Sword Saint Aqua.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see even the slightest bit of pity in the other person's eyes.

I am doomed to die today.

"Okay! Let's drink!"

He displayed a fearless courage, gulping down the entire glass of liquid in one go!

"woooooo"

"Ugh... ahhh—"

".ah."

His eyes rolled back, his limbs stiffened, and he lay down on the ground, writhing a few times like a maggot.

It looks like it.

"Stop pretending, get up and keep training."

Aqua kicked Lucius, who was lying on the ground seemingly oblivious to his fate, in a fit of pique.

"If you don't get up within three seconds, you'll have to keep drinking tomorrow too."

Upon hearing this, the latter leaped up with incredible speed and immediately stood up.

A perfect military posture, a resolute gaze.

And the fear of his tragic fate tomorrow prompted him to rise from the dead and continue to serve the emperor!

During the three months of reformation in Casca, such struggles and farces continued to unfold between the two recruits, Thor and Lucius.

Thor is also extremely talented in swordsmanship, but he is a guy who doesn't like to show his face.

However, under the threat of dinner from his mentor Aqua, he had no choice but to show his true skills to fight her.

There's no reward for winning, and there's a punishment for losing.

Therefore, in their struggles, Lucius always lost more often than he won.

It wasn't until Kaska completed some modifications that she returned to Aqua to continue her training.

Having undergone the transformation, Lucius is eager to get back at Casgar and avenge his previous defeat.

I can't beat Thor Tavitz, fine, but I can't beat you?

Unfortunately, he really couldn't beat Casgar.

The Emperor's special modifications to Casgar seem to have made him faster and more powerful than the average Space Marine.