Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Their cleansing of the Dalit galaxy aliens is progressing very smoothly.

Only a few remaining troops are still putting up a stubborn resistance.

Ding, ding.

Just as Horus was enjoying a moment of peace after the war, the sound of footsteps from a giant who looked somewhat like him broke the tranquility of the staff room.

He is easy to recognize.

Because of the hair that was styled into a high ponytail.

And it has a pointed head.

"Ezekiel, what exciting news do you have?"

Ezekiel Abaddon, Company Commander of the Shadowmoon Wolf and a member of the Council of the Four Kings.

"A message has arrived from the Star Speaker."

"Our base in the rear is under attack by a large number of alien fleets, and the situation is extremely critical."

He said in a deep voice.

Is Chapter 45 already over?

Which garrison?

"What kind of aliens? How many troops did they have, and what methods did they use to attack?"

Horus frowned upon hearing that the aliens had taken another unexpected turn.

The cleansing of the aliens within the galaxy is nearly complete, and they continue to advance as the battle progresses.

Now, they are in a relatively remote area of ​​the galaxy, and it would take some subspace travel to return to defend them immediately.

However, even though the rear was attacked and suffered some losses, the overall impact on the battle was not significant.

As long as it wasn't the camp where the Emperor's son was stationed—

“Unfortunately,” Abaddon perhaps understood Horus’s hesitation, “the silent star where the Emperor’s son is stationed has been attacked.”

This is not good.

Even for Star Speakers, transmitting information takes time, and the unpredictable changes in the subspace clouds make communication extremely difficult.

This applies even to short-distance transmissions within the same galaxy.

When they receive the message from Xingyu, it's possible that the message has already been sent several days ago.

Even negative for a day.

"Did the Star Language mention the enemy's military capabilities, or whether they need our assistance?"

Horus still held a sliver of hope.

What if these are just some small, scattered alien units that escaped and were broken up?

With the strength of the veteran Astartes, son of the Emperor, it's not impossible to defeat them.

"The situation seems very critical."

But Abaddon didn't seem to bring him any good news.

The message from the star language was extremely clear: "Silent Star has been attacked by a large number of alien fleets. The firepower of the enemy warships and the strength of the alien forces are completely beyond their ability to resist."

"The orbit of Silent Star has been completely occupied. Without reinforcements, the annihilation of the surface forces is only a matter of time."

This is really bad.

Even Primarch Horus was having a headache.

Although Xingyu has received the message, who knows when it was sent?

Now is the critical period for the alien cleansing campaign to annihilate them.

If we abandon the emergency reinforcements and allow this small group of aliens to regroup and develop into guerrilla forces such as space pirates, the security costs of maintaining the portal will inevitably increase sharply.

"Ezekiel, what do you think?"

"I disagree with going to the rescue immediately."

He snorted coldly.

The black wolf fur on the white shoulder armor rippled.

As a renowned company commander in the Shadow Moon Wolf Clan, his position was earned through his own hard work, fighting his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He couldn't stand people like Casca who were favored by connections.

Especially when Shadowmoon Wolf has to change its tactical plans for them.

"Excuse my bluntness, but from the moment Lady Fugrim appointed that guy as the Legion's acting governor, she should have been prepared for him to die on the battlefield."

During the crucial elimination phase of the campaign, if the battle is delayed for his sake, resulting in unnecessary deaths of the Shadowmoon Wolves' fighting brothers...

Abaddon was simply unacceptable to think about.

“That was, after all, a request from my sister, Ezekiel.”

"In a way, Casca is still considered my family."

"If I'm not even willing to offer assistance, and if something really happens to me later, not only will I not be able to forgive myself, but I myself will also be unable to forgive myself."

Horus retorted earnestly.

He was conflicted.

“We, the Shadowmoon Wolves, are also your offspring, Lord Horus.”

Abaddon seemed unaffected by the Primarch, his words still carrying a hint of barb.

"If this guy named Kasgar really has the command ability that Fugrim claims, then why would he need to send us astral messages for help?"

"Then why should we send reinforcements?"

"I propose that we send a small portion of our mobile fleet back for reconnaissance. If they have managed to hold out until now under the alien attack, it means they are capable of being rescued, and then we can send the main force."

"If the battle is already over, hmph!"

"Then we don't need to bother with such a useless guy."

Didn't Fugrim say that Kasgar was very powerful? Then let them handle it themselves!

Abaddon's meaning was clear: although his words were not pleasant, his reasoning was indeed correct.

Every life has its value in war. If Casca really wasn't worth saving, then his death would actually be a relief for the 63rd Expeditionary Fleet.

But they actually followed Abaddon's plan.

By the time we get there, the person might be reduced to ashes.

"Lord Horus!"

Just as he was hesitating, the gilded ebony door of the staff room was suddenly opened.

He was a thin, elderly man wearing a dark green hooded robe.

If Horus remembers correctly, he is the Lord of the Star Court of the Sixty-Three Expeditionary Fleets.

"what's up?"

“There is another new star message, a message from the Governor of Casgard.”

What did he say?

"He said--"

"It has ended."

The Star Speaker paused for a moment, seemingly thinking about how to translate the other party's meaning accurately and elegantly.

"The alien fleet has been completely annihilated under Casca's wise command."

Then the Star Speaker gave up.

"I wouldn't have bothered to inform Lord Horus about such a small number of aliens, but for some reason the interstellar communication went wrong, and the previous part was cut off by the warp turbulence."

"If you receive a plea for help from the stars, please ignore it; it is not part of the plan."

"The alien fleet has been almost completely annihilated, and the remaining remnants will retreat back through the portal."

"Nothing is needed except for a victory celebration and in-depth study of our Emperor's son."

"it is good!"

Horus laughed heartily.

Great.

The sudden and unexpected piece of information made him beam with joy.

Just from this message, you can hear the pride in Casca's heart.

Who would have thought this guy was actually a hidden genius!

He had been lying low, waiting for a resounding victory to establish his authority and gain a foothold in the legion!

really.

Fugrim could have single-handedly transformed Chemos from a desolate, dead star into a paradise rarely seen even by human empires.

It's impossible that someone who's been by Casca's side for 30 years wouldn't be able to tell whether he has real talent or ability.

After all, that's thirty years!

It was the most wonderful time he spent with the emperor as the first son of the emperor.

Horus firmly believed that if he could learn from the emperor and be influenced by him, he would be able to achieve great things.

Thirty years is enough time for even the most ignorant and dull-witted hoodlum to grow into a pillar of the empire capable of standing on his own.

Just like him, Horus Lupecal.

Horus's sense of identification with Kasgar had increased considerably.

"Look, it's the company commander."

Horus smiled and said to Abaddon, "You're right, Kaska can indeed handle things on its own."

"Hard to say."

Abaddon still seemed somewhat unconvinced.

"Descriptions of the Xenomorph exist only in the language of the stars; who knows if he's exaggerating?"

Then let me ask you.

Ah, then let me ask you.

Chapter 46 The War General's Birthday Celebration

"Lord Horus, you were looking for us?"

Entering the staff room at the bow of the HMS Vengeance, Second Company Commander Togarden of the Shadowmoon Wolf Company knocked on the door and inquired.

Several days had passed since their 63rd Expeditionary Fleet cleared and swept away the entire Dalit system.

As the aliens in the galaxy were defeated and eliminated one by one, most of the expeditionary fleet successfully returned home, except for a small number of troops left to maintain order in the local area.

They will soon return to Holy Terra along with the Soul of Vengeance, as requested by the Emperor.

Now, the eight Primarchs who have successfully returned will gather deep within the palace of Holy Terra to discuss a matter of vital importance.

Horus and the Shadowmoon Wolves, as the sons of the First King, naturally wouldn't miss this grand event.

During this return journey through the warp, Primarch Horus suddenly summoned all officers of the Shadowmoon Wolves, from company commander rank and above, to this conference room for a meeting.

"Ah."

Seeing that several company commanders were following behind Togarden, Horus stood up and answered.

The Eye of Horus at the center of the pearl-white armor still sees all things, and together with the black wolf pelt on his shoulder, it is the noblest symbol in the legion.

Horus, who was beloved by all the Shadowmoon Wolves, had a furrowed brow at this moment.