Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

You demons have impersonated humans so many times, what's the big deal if I, a human, impersonate a demon?

Don't be so stingy, okay?

"Also, the thirty years I spent with Fugrim are a time I have always cherished."

He told the story of the Centaur Gold Ring again here.

According to him, Sabazius had already colluded with Fugrim when they were still on Chemos!

"From this day forward, I declare that Byzantine and I will both join the Great Expedition and the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets."

He even shamelessly showed off the collar around his neck with the name "Forgrim" engraved on it.

Sorry everyone!

"Um... I have some things to do, I'll be back later!"

With that, Kasgar jumped back into the portal behind him and disappeared from everyone's sight once again.

As for Chancellor Collins...

After hearing all this, he was so angry that he fainted and lost consciousness.

unofficial history.

It's still that kind of unofficial history that's both fantastical and historical.

Abdron: "."

He was speechless.

Although the results achieved by Casca far exceeded his expectations.

This not only fundamentally undermined the foundation of Sabazius's popular cult, but also greatly dampened the morale of the resistance.

If anyone ever launches an uprising under the banner of Sabazius in the future, they should remember what has happened today.

Forget it, I'd better not think about it anymore.

Anyone who sees it feels ashamed.

This chief lord commander, Kasga, seems to possess a natural ability.

It can turn anything that is normal into something extremely abnormal in an instant.

It's useful, but it's not a technique that an average person could use.

"Son of the Emperor, reporting on the battle situation."

Abdron struggled to his feet, picked up his power sword, and activated the helmet's communicator to call out.

"The rebel offensive in the south of the capital is weakening!!"

"The enemy's morale seems to have dropped by more than one level. We can't even hear Sabazius, who used to shout all the time. What about you guys?"

"The same goes for the West!"

"It seems there's a squadron of airships in the central area preparing to surrender to us. What's going on? Lord Abdron, do you know the reason?"

"I don't know."

It's best if no one knows.

Abdul Rum prayed silently in his heart.

The rebels, who were raising the banner of Sabazius, were quickly wiped out.

In the end, all that remained on this continent was the absurd rumor that Sabazius had been beaten to his knees by Fugrim and eventually became his slave.

Chapter 83 Expedition

long, long ago.

Of course, compared to his tens of thousands of years of life, these few hundred years cannot be called "a long time".

That was in Holy Terra, the home planet of humankind, when it had just been reunited after countless years of long civil war.

Before the golden throne, which was under constant repair, a group of warriors who had fought alongside him gathered.

Thunder Warrior.

The Emperor created genetically enhanced combat masters using biotechnology from the Old Night Era. Even when they wore only the most rudimentary Thunder-type power armor, they could still unleash combat power far more terrifying than Space Marines.

But this time, their weapons are turned against him.

Standing at the very front of these Thunder Warriors was his friend.

That's Ushtan.

The Primarch of the Thunder Warriors, the one who once raised the flames alongside him.

"This is betrayal, Ushtan."

".Why?"

"why?"

Ushtan's voice was filled with anger.

"Of course, it's to overthrow you, you tyrant!"

"We gave our last drop of blood for your cause, for the unity of Terra!"

"But what about you?! Not only have you not given us the compensation we deserve, but you also want us to continue working for you until we die!"

Ushtan should have realized this long ago.

In fact, he is no different from the tyrant who once ruled Terra.

To devise a goal that can never be achieved, and to inspire followers to dedicate everything to it.

Even if the goal is achieved, the result will only be that the cunning rabbit dies and the hunting dog is cooked.

If there is any difference, it is that he is more brutal and more unreasonable.

He wouldn't even make an exception for his most loyal subordinates, the Thunder Warriors.

“Ushtan, what I fear is that you will once again become the technological warlords that were once defeated.”

Thunder Warriors do possess formidable combat power, but this comes with many unstable side effects.

Manic, irritable, and short-tempered.

Defiant.

They believed that, with their strong physique and abilities, they deserved a more worthy position than those weak and pathetic mortals.

even.

They were no different from the insane technological warlords they had defeated.

They replaced the tech warlords with thunder warriors, but nothing changed.

This is not the result he wants.

"And for a better future for mankind, we must launch a great expedition."

"Pah, what a load of bullshit Great Expedition!"

Ushtan spat on the steps leading to the Terra Palace.

Not satisfied with the battles already fought on Terra, do they want to continue fighting in the sky until they save them all?!

Ushtan found it all laughable.

How many millions of human worlds have been lost in the galaxy?!

How could they possibly be capable of winning every single battle in this unpredictable Milky Way galaxy?

Does this mean that for the sake of this unattainable dream, generation after generation of Thunder Warriors must sacrifice everything?

"This is just another excuse you use to keep us working ourselves to the bone!"

"Tyrant! Have you ever thought of us?"

"You threw us all into your so-called Great Crusade, only to have us drained of our last drops of blood?"

He was silent.

Under Ushtan's persistent questioning, he, like those tyrants whose lies have been exposed, was rendered speechless.

"The Great Expedition is necessary."

This was his pale, meaningless excuse.

"Then come on, Tyrant!"

"Let me show you our determination and strength!"

"Thunder Warriors, charge!"

"Yes!"

The shouts behind me were deafening.

Ushtan raised his sword high and led thousands of Thunder Warriors behind him in a final charge toward the Terra Palace, which stood high above the steps, the very place he had sworn allegiance to.

"My lord, the rebel Ushtan has been beheaded."

Marshal Waldo of the Imperial Guard approached and reported to him.

"Ushtan. It's a pity he can't understand our cause."

"And you, Waldo? Do you understand the meaning of our expedition?"

"My lord, I will never betray you."

No answer.

".well."

He sighed.

Just then, another member of the royal guard rushed into the Terra Palace.

"report!"

"My lord, the underground laboratory! The laboratory is on fire!"

"Not only Ushtan, but Lady Astartes has also betrayed us!"

The fire swept away the data containing the records of the Space Marines, the main force of the future expedition, along with the underground laboratory.

He stepped forward and quickly extinguished the flames.

阿斯塔特

This great biologist, with whom he had once worked side-by-side to develop the Space Marines, chose to stand with Ushtan.

Or, Erda, Ushtan, and her.

After the war to unify Terra, one familiar name after another chose to leave him.

"It's alright, we still have a backup stockpile of genetic seeds on the moon."

He offered words of comfort to everyone, and in doing so, he also comforted himself.

The Space Marine program did not fail as a result.

But Astartes perished in the flames and could never return.

"and many more--"

His gaze fell upon the only intact biological container amidst the ashes.

For some reason, the raging fire had no effect on it.

There, a female Space Marine lay perfectly intact.

The world's first female Space Marine.

The latest technology developed by Ms. Astartes using the genetic seeds of the Third Legion.

“The female Space Marine is a blasphemous creation. My lord, do you need us to help you destroy her?”

"Do not."