Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

But it's alright, since the 30K era still preached the truth of the Empire and sent out many preachers.

This is quite important.

"Apart from the better environment, it's no different from what we encountered on Chemos."

Fugrim sighed and concluded, "Any further discoveries?"

"Yes, there is a name."

It seems that many names of uprisings and folk associations appear in Byzantium's official records.

Kaska frowned deeply: "Sabazius."

A name that starts with S.

"I've heard this name from the assassins too. Who is it?"

"Folk tales, but they are more than just folk tales."

An existence that their emperor's son has yet to encounter.

Casca was pondering how to phrase his words.

Perhaps it's a legend, or some kind of veiled hint about demons; who knows?

It's really hard to find the answer in the original text, which is full of riddles.

He didn't want to be like Old Huang, saying nothing and watching the other person fall into the ditch.

But he wasn't sure if the "Sabazius" the Byzantines spoke of actually existed.

Casca looked at his right hand, which was covered with golden-red cracks.

"It's so itchy."

As he pondered, he heard Fugrim's soft chuckle beside him.

He seemed so engrossed in thinking that he neglected his work.

"Hmph, take this!"

She grinned mischievously and gently kicked Casca's chest and face with her feet.

"Forgrim".

"Ok?"

"Do you have a better way? A way to completely eliminate those stupid guys?"

Byzantines' political environment was complex and intricate, and to completely eradicate it and turn it into an asset for the Great Expedition often required a long period of transformation.

But the sons of emperors do not have that time.

They must act swiftly.

"It's hard."

After a moment of thought, she answered.

During the assassination attempt at the banquet, Fugrim taught them a terrible lesson.

But this also made them hesitant to act rashly, and they went into hiding from then on, not daring to take any action on their own.

"I."

Casca patted his chest and offered his services.

"The only thing that can make you worry is me in their eyes."

"They will most likely target me next, kidnapping me to negotiate with you."

"I happen to need to speak with the pharmacist."

"This is the best opportunity to lure the snake out of its hole."

"No!"

Fugrim vetoed it quickly.

"Do you have a better way?" Casca sighed.

The answer is no.

"But I'm still worried about you."

"Unless... you wear this."

A silver-white metal collar, with her name, Fugrim, engraved on it in exquisite artistic lettering.

It seems to be another magical artifact she created herself.

"As long as I wear it, I can sense your signal and provide assistance at any time."

Wherever it is, as long as it does not leave the planet, it emits a faint sensation.

Coupled with its sturdy material, comparable to a riot shield, Casca was doomed.

"You rascal, you didn't prepare this thing a long time ago, just waiting to take it out now, did you?"

"whee."

She didn't answer, but her actions betrayed her eagerness.

Click.

Before Casca could answer, she took it up to him first.

"Wait, Fugrim, where's the key?"

"what?"

"I mean, where's the key to this thing?! I can't possibly wear it for the rest of my life."

"Ah—I swallowed the key."

She opened her mouth wide in a triumphant manner, her eyes filled with a smug smile.

"You're prepared to wear it for the rest of your life."

It was late at night.

The emperor's sons, who were guarding the garden mansion left to the extraterrestrial visitors, suddenly disappeared for reasons unknown.

The door was quietly opened, and Casca glanced around furtively before slipping out of the manor.

He spotted three or four assassins crouching under the eaves of a house not far away.

The group seemed surprised by Casca's sudden escape.

"Could it be bait?"

"It's possible. Otherwise, why would he go out at this time? There must be something fishy going on."

"Hmm, let me take another look."

It seems these people are very wary of Casca's every move.

Then, the assassins saw him knock on the door of the apothecary Melousin's manor.

The other party reluctantly opened the door, and after looking around again, he tiptoed into Melusin's room.

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"Damn it! This guy is having an affair even though he's already with Princess Star!"

Chapter 71 Miss Melissa, you don't want to either

I'm so angry! So angry! So angry!

Why is it that this idiot, who is good for nothing except his looks, can win the favor of that beautiful princess from beyond the stars?!

Seeing Casca sneak into the apothecary Melusin's room, the assassins who were waiting on the eaves hatched a new plan.

There is absolutely no chance of harming Fugrim except by using the planet's ancient nuclear weapons.

But even as an almost invincible demigod, she still has a weakness.

It was that male lover beside her, the guy named Casca!

Although he also underwent partial genetic modification surgery, he is tall.

Judging from his movements, he's nothing more than a show-off with little ability and combat experience!

In addition, he did not possess any indestructible heavy armor from outer space.

If they can successfully keep him under control, Fugrim will be hesitant to act rashly.

The key to breaking the deadlock lies with him!

"Make your move when he comes out of the room again!"

"Yes."

"So you heard that? They're all coming for you."

Pharmacist Melusin glared at him irritably.

Even at night, she was wearing medical armor and seemed to be studying something in the room.

It has an extremely strong formaldehyde smell.

Even with Astartes' incredible energy, it's rare to find someone like her who never stops researching.

"I really don't know what you're doing here. Did Fugrim break your pelvis again?"

"No, I just wanted to come and see you."

Casca looked at her with a grin.

"Don't be ridiculous. Who would knock on the door in the middle of the night just for that?"

“Of course I wouldn’t knock on someone’s door in the middle of the night, pharmacist. But you’re different.”

Casca walked slowly toward the door where the other person was.

"What are you doing!"

In the next instant, Melusin suddenly moved in front of Casca and blocked the door.

The backpack's mechanical appendages stretched out in that instant, baring their fangs and claws.

"Bold in appearance but weak in reality."

“Pharmacist, I think some of your little secrets can’t be kept from me at all.”

Seeing the other party's firm stance, Casca could only smile, turn around, and sit on the sofa in the living room.

"Miss Melissa."

"You don't want the news that you have wilt disease to get out, do you?"

Meilushin: "!?"

The atmosphere in the room instantly turned several degrees colder.

"How did you know?"

She remained standing there, her expression icy.

"Believe it or not, I have precognitive abilities."

"Just like I predicted the aliens would attack before the Dalit Galaxy skirmish."

"And judging from your expression, I guessed right again, didn't I?"

After all, that's how it's written in the original work.

As an incurable disease, wilt disease is a stubborn ailment that the Third Army must eradicate.

Logically, after Chemosforgrim personally ended the lives of all the patients, there should no longer be any Blight within the Legion.

But the chief pharmacist, who at that time was still called Fabius, concealed all of this, thanks to his strong will to survive and the advantages of his position as chief pharmacist, as one of the patients with the wilt disease.

This is why Fabius was so enthusiastic about human experimentation.

He needs to understand the truth about the creation of Astartes and wants to find a way to cure his own disease.