Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

This is nothing new.

On Chemos, Fugrim had seen even more.

But it won't be the hereditary governor Pandion IV.

He was too old and too cowardly.

Time took away his health, ambition, and wisdom, while Fugrim and her imperial sons took away his last shred of courage.

As the nominal ruler of Byzantium, if he dares to lay a hand on Fugrim, he will only face the wrath of the Empire.

But this does not mean that other nobles would not be foolish enough to think they could escape punishment.

They would lurk in the shadow of this obese governor, fighting to the death before the empire formally stripped them of their power.

Conspirators always think their plans are flawless.

She had long been accustomed to such foolish people and foolish things on Chemos.

"Casca, come here."

Fugrim called softly.

"What's the matter, Master?"

The moment Cass quickened his pace to approach her, she roughly pulled him into her arms.

Their bodies pressed close together, and Fugrim's bright red lips were almost touching his ear.

"Casgar, guess how many assassins are in this banquet?"

She asked quietly.

"Ten...wait, eleven?"

"wrong."

A pleasant laugh reached Casca's ears.

"There are twelve, you silly boy."

"The one on top doesn't count; you clearly meant the one at the banquet."

"Grumpy."

"But guess how many will be left in the next five minutes?"

She whispered to herself, her hand moving with lightning speed toward the flaming longsword at her waist.

The answer is that there are none left.

After discovering that the poisoned wine had no effect on Fugrim, the assassins lurking at the banquet temporarily opted for an alternative.

Direct assassination.

Sensing the approaching figures behind him, Fugrim let out a disdainful smile.

Patience, my friend.

What kind of skill would a group of assassins who can't even muster the patience to dare to appear in front of her?

After a not-too-long wait, the excited man quickly stepped forward, his eyes wide with excitement, and pulled a finely crafted old-fashioned pistol from his waist.

"For Sabazius!!!"

Bang!

It fired.

Amidst the terrified screams of countless noble guests and servants (including Kasgar), the bullet sped off toward Fugrim not far away.

It wasn't her, but the governor on the other side, Pandion.

when!

It was a crisp metallic clanging sound.

Before the governor, who was old, obese, and trembling, another demigod of purple-gold used his sword to block a bullet that was not particularly fast, saving him.

Abdullah.

He simply held his sword across his chest, and the bullet lost its destructive power in the eyes of ordinary people.

The Astartes' reaction speed and equipment far exceeded the imagination of these pitiful mortals.

"Do it!"

Several shouts erupted from the crowd in quick succession. Seeing that the first assassin's attempt had failed, the remaining people quickly stepped forward from among the guests who were fleeing in panic.

Countless bullets whistled towards the heart of the banquet.

However, they would have to face six other elite sons of the emperor.

With a pleasant clanging sound of metal striking metal, the bullets successfully hit them.

Then it crashed into the terracotta armor and shattered.

Laughable and overestimating his own abilities.

"Son of the Emperor, honoring his father's name, slaying his father's enemies!"

Without needing to give any further instructions, the elite Astartes, sons of emperors, whose skills had been honed in training and on battlefields far more brutal than this, instantly brought the arrogant assassin to the ground.

Quinn charged ahead, and as a seasoned fighting genius, he thought a lot in that instant.

They came to force Byzantium to submit.

Instead of quickly dealing with these annoying assassins, giving them a dramatic death might be more effective in deterring them.

He slowed down, like a model on a stage, strolling leisurely towards the assassin amidst a hail of bullets.

He snatched the gun from the screaming, panicked man's hand and bent it into a "U" shape as if kneading a toy.

interesting.

Then, using this pole, you can send the opponent's head flying like a hockey stick.

The entire set of movements was concise, powerful, and crisp, achieving a very good deterrent effect.

He then walked over to the next assassin, slapped him, and sent his screaming head spinning wildly at his neck.

The assassins' morale collapsed very quickly.

After their leaders were dealt with in a haphazard manner, the remaining assassins could only scream as they fled the terrifying pursuit of the Astartes.

But this doesn't work at all.

Perhaps the army was indeed more lively when Casgar was there.

But once they were truly enemies on the battlefield, they remained the emperor's most terrifying killing machines.

As the ancient mansion was stained with the last drop of fresh blood, the battle ended quickly.

"Alive."

Melosin calmly manipulated the mechanical appendages behind her, throwing the paralyzed assassin onto the open ground in front of everyone.

With the help of the crowd, the obese Governor Pandion stood up again. He looked tremblingly at the purple-gold war gods, his pale lips moving but unable to utter a word.

The hall was completely silent.

Only from Fugrim's arms could one hear faint sobs.

"woooooo"

Casca.

This shameful fellow clung to Fugrim's chest like a sloth.

She trembled uncontrollably with fear.

Abdron: "."

Didn't see it.

I really didn't see it.

From being forced by Fugrim to enjoying the role and becoming deeply involved in role-playing.

Our newly appointed chief lord and commander, the son of the emperor, only took half a day.

Chapter 70 Bait

into the night.

Byzantium's day-night cycle is similar to Terra's, and its solitary satellite high in the sky even performs, to some extent, the function of the moon.

"Casca, have you found anything?"

As she slowly entered the ornately decorated room, Fugrim gently patted the table, chairs, and sofa carved from ancient wood, as if acknowledging the maker of the furniture.

With Casca's help, she took off her long, still slightly warm terracotta combat boots and plopped down on the sofa with extremely unladylike manners.

Unfortunately, it's still a bit small.

"Phew, at least I can finally take a short rest."

Fugrim smiled with relief.

As a Primarch who always presents herself perfectly, she always behaves with utmost poise and decorum in front of others.

Of course, this is under the condition that there is no interference from Casca.

When Fugrim is alone or with Kasgar, her mischievous personality, hidden deep within her perfect performance, will be revealed.

As her possessiveness towards Casca intensifies, it seems increasingly impossible to keep the truth hidden any longer.

The best example is that he had the other party act as his male concubine before.

Their accommodations were located not far from the governor's residence, outside which lay a tranquil garden, with loyal sons of the emperor taking turns standing guard at the gate. This was quite a luxury for Byzantium.

"I haven't found any further clues."

After walking around the room and finding no listening or surveillance devices, Kasgar sat down next to Fugrim.

Seeing Kasgar sit down, Fugrim revealed a mischievous smile, rotated his sitting posture ninety degrees, stretched, and put his feet on the other's thighs.

"Then I'll punish you by making you rub it for me."

Her fair, slightly pink toes bounced up and down happily, as if urging Cass to hurry up.

"What do you think is going to happen? This assassination attempt."

"Needless to say? Nobles."

"It's always those nobles."

Forgrim reluctantly let her silvery-white hair fall down her back and found a comfortable position to close her eyes and rest.

"They're not just after me, they're also targeting that old governor."

Why did they kill the governor?

“They are unwilling to submit. The governor has agreed to almost all of our demands, but the nobles are afraid that their power will be taken away by a terrifying empire from outer space.”

"Even if it means self-destruction, it's worth it?"

"There's nothing we can do; fools are fearless. That's just how things are."

"And what about Byzantium? Do you have any new findings?"

After a pause, Fugrim asked, seemingly enjoying the service from Casca.

“I asked the preacher Pike before, and she seems to have obtained quite a few reports from the Byzantine government.”

"Since the assassination attempt, Governor Pandion seems to have placed all his bets on us, and has given us easy access to key documents."

The most frequent reports were of uprisings.

After civilization declined and aristocratic oligarchs controlled all aspects of people's lives, the exploitation of the lower classes intensified as the nobles lost confidence in the future.

Riots and protests seem to permeate all government documents.

"This is another one who only collects tithes and then doesn't care about anything else."

But saying that seems a bit dangerous.