Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Just as Aidolu was giving her orders, the walkie-talkie was suddenly filled with static.

There was no sound.

She took the walkie-talkie from her hand with trembling hands.

damn it!

This was accompanied by a failure in the synchronization of the helmet's image feedback.

Amidst the chaos and confusion caused by the shielding, Aido felt utterly helpless.

For the first time since she stepped onto the battlefield, an unexpected fear spread through her heart.

It was as if she was no longer facing a powerful enemy, but a completely unknown entity.

You never know when he will attack you, or when he will launch a sneak attack on a place she thought would be safe.

An enemy that is unpredictable and cannot be predicted by common sense.

You can never guess what his next move will be.

Looking out, the scenery of the exercise field remained the same, with waist-high weeds drooping on the brown soil, and the deep trenches and fortifications were no different from usual.

But at this moment, a terrifying and unknown fog of war lingered in the eyes of each and every one of them.

Ador, the renowned and legendary commander, son of the emperor.

Her ears and eyes were both blocked by Casca.

"Interfering with friendly forces' communication equipment, is this guy really okay?"

The master of ceremonies, Rellano, looked very displeased.

Is this in accordance with etiquette?

As Space Marines on the Great Expedition, it is commendable to try out new tactics during exercises.

However, trying new tactics that only work against friendly forces is somewhat questionable.

This specific electromagnetic interference is almost ineffective against aliens; at best, it can only be used against friendly forces.

What exactly are you trying to achieve by developing this?

His heart is so cruel!

"But doesn't that also show that Casca is looking further ahead?"

"In case we encounter rebels within the empire in the future, we can defeat them one by one by disrupting their communications."

Fugrim disagreed with Rellano's statement.

She definitely supports Casca.

"Lord Fugrim, forgive my bluntness."

"This kind of thinking is dangerous."

Rellano was a ceremonial officer who adhered to traditional morals.

He disagreed with Casca's tactical approach, which lacked any moral compass or martial ethics.

Even if he is the Primarch's spouse, as a matter of principle for the Legion, his actions will indeed have extremely negative consequences.

"but."

"He said that if the master of ceremonies truly believed his behavior was problematic, it would be done as a form of punishment."

Fugrim pulled out a bright red helmet.

He said he would take this with him.

Fugrim's expression was somewhat strange.

For some reason, Casca seemed somewhat... when the topic was brought up at the time.

Can't wait?

Why was he so eager to wear that red helmet?

"Ah!"

Ionid Hill, the second company commander of the Ultramarines who was standing guard beside the Primarch, sneezed.

"Second Captain?"

Robert Guilliman, who was sitting at the Holy Terra desk and had already written a battle plan as tall as a person on parchment, but was still preparing for the expedition deployment, asked.

This scene feels so familiar.

It seems like something happened before?

"My lord, I am alright."

"Thank you for your concern."

They even have long-range intelligent guided missiles!

Titanium is truly amazing!

Chapter 56 Phyllis: I Want You

"I don't think it's a big deal."

Phyllis's gaze changed from its usual disdain; her silver-metal-covered eyes were now fixed intently on the battlefield.

As the Primarch of the Iron Hand, she never stopped the competition between the many clans under her command.

She believes that only through constant conflict and hardship can people be tempered into stronger individuals.

And outstanding talents were able to emerge from the clan struggles.

But a pity.

Whether their thinking was restricted or not, these Iron Hands seemed to have had their brains replaced with steel, and in close combat they only knew how to over-saturate the enemy's positions with firepower.

Anyone who can use a tactic like "stir up a storm" (a tactical term for luring and encircling) can be considered a master of iron-fisted tactics.

Most of the Iron Hands have no tactical thinking at all; they just attack recklessly.

I don’t know who I learned it from.

Phyllis Marus was baffled.

And what about Casgar?

He not only possesses exceptional tactical thinking, but the new mechanical weapons he develops also achieve excellent results.

This is exactly the kind of talent the Steel Hand desperately needs right now.

Let's look at his service time—basic recruit!

The future Great Expedition holds great promise.

Furthermore, the Emperor is about to select a general.

As the Primarch of the Tenth Legion's Iron Hand, her competitiveness is no less than that of Horus and the Lord of the Second Legion.

Although the Iron Tenth Legion had the closest ties with the Cult of Mechanics, the worlds they conquered during the Great Crusade were no less impressive than those of the two of them.

However, in Terra's war council, there are always those who say that Phyllis's fighting style is too ruthless, causing many unnecessary casualties.

The legion was full of inflexible, stubborn people, making them particularly difficult to manage.

If you had Kaska as your second-in-command.

No, no, no, even if it's just letting him communicate with the Iron Hand Legion, it's likely to salvage some of the Iron Hand Legion's bad habits.

She was discussing the exchange of Legions with Fugrim at the time.

Senior Phyllis's one eye glows (her other eye is silver).

nice one.

I want it.

The battle on the field ended quickly.

After the communications were cut off, the many sons of emperors and veterans were left completely bewildered.

Even if they are well hidden, once the Casca's patrolling scout spiders detect their location, they will be subjected to a series of bombings and attacks.

But it's not fatal.

Even though they were outnumbered, the veteran son of the emperor was confident that he could defeat the enemy with his swordsmanship.

The title "Little Imperial Guards" is no joke.

Then, these veterans encountered the Son of Heaven's most formidable enemy ever—

A large shield.

Actually, I am also Rogdorn.

The emperor's son's exquisite swordsmanship was completely rendered useless when faced with a great shield that offered no opportunity.

Typically, Casca would send around thirty men to wipe out elite veteran ten-man tactical squads.

In the squad, one person held the shield at the front, another harassed with a gun, and a third stabbed with a phoenix spear.

Even if you, the son of an emperor, possess a thousand skills, you can only be defeated before an impregnable wall of bronze and iron.

Wait, I seem to be the son of an emperor too!

Oh, it's alright then.

The resistance from the veteran soldiers of the Imperial Prince was extremely strong.

Despite having a significant numerical and informational advantage, the recruits still suffered heavy casualties, thanks to their superior skills.

However, with the two genius swordsmen Lucius and Tavitz leading the way, the veterans' defenses, which were slow to arrive, were broken down one by one.

In the end, faced with the remaining dozens of recruits surrounding the company, Commander Edor had no choice but to surrender.

"Lord Casgar Sherlock wins this exercise."

After the exercise concluded, the Mechanical Sage, acting as a third-party witness, announced the victory in a deliberate and measured tone.

"I disagree!"

Although Adol wasn't hit by the paint bomb, her face was still bright red.

"unfair!"

"Why can Casca use so many flying mechs and spider mechs?!"

After the battle, all that remained were mechanical creations!

Is this guy the son of an emperor, or one of the Iron Hands?!

"Ms. Adorlu, according to the calculations of the Mechanicus, the weapon strength of both sides is not higher than two thousand points."

"Flying mechs are only good for shooting targets."

During the exercise, all weapons that could be brought into the exercise area were converted into points to ensure a relative balance of combat power between the two sides.

However, on Aidolu's side, the veterans enjoyed duels and were particularly fond of their swords.

As a result, too many points were wasted on melee weapons.

Then they were punished by the door panel and the big shield.

".OK!"

Aido squeezed out the word through gritted teeth.

"And what about his actions of specifically targeting the weaknesses of friendly forces?"

"Developing electromagnetic interference waves that target our channel is one thing, but what's the meaning of using a shield to counter our Son of the Emperor's Duel Master?"

Which side is Casca on?

It seems like his research into the weaknesses of the Emperor's Son is even more in-depth than that of the alien enemies.

“Weaknesses will not disappear just because we don’t study them, Commander Ador.”

Casca's voice was calm: "If we don't identify our own problems during the exercises, and instead become complacent with so-called false perfection..."