Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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If the Eldar were even slightly more normal, this battle would be over.

"Let's take stock of the battle situation first, Ador, what are our losses?"

"The Orcs' attack came very quickly, but fortunately our Space Marines were relatively concentrated at the time. The death toll was around 40, and the gene seeds of all of them were successfully recovered by the apothecaries."

"As for the ordinary crew members, most of them worked on the middle and lower decks at the time. The number of deaths is currently being tallied and may exceed tens of thousands."

"This is only inside the flagship; the situation on the other escort ships of the 28th Expeditionary Fleet is even worse."

"That's not good news."

Casca frowned.

The biggest shortage of crew for the Imperial Pride right now is manpower, specifically well-trained voidship crew members.

While it's possible to replenish manpower from Byzantium, training people from a feudal society to operate a spaceship would take a considerable amount of time.

Not to mention cleaning up the mess left behind by the orcs.

In this world, orcs are more like fungi than animals.

They can photosynthesize using their green skin, and reproduce by spreading through spores.

Adult orcs will continuously release spores during their actions, which will grow and eventually evolve into orcs when they encounter a suitable environment.

Although orcs can't grow in a steel place like a void ship, if the spores aren't cleaned up properly and are taken to other worlds by the crew, then wherever their twenty-eight expeditionary fleets arrive, there will be greenskins, and then you'll be in trouble.

The idea that the already small number of personnel on the Imperial Pride ship could complete the cleanup of the warships was unrealistic.

Sigh, I don't know when this will be resolved.

Which bastard even invented the beastman species?!

Don't you have any manners?

Kaska cursed inwardly.

"We'll talk about replacements later."

"You guys go and try to keep the spaceship running normally. Once Fugrim returns, we'll send people down to clear out the remaining orcs."

After giving his instructions, Kasgar looked at the Eldar from the Ark beside him.

These people could be considered the last bomb inside the warship.

They were gathered together, their gazes toward Casca filled with the same wariness.

"Chiefs of the Adalin, how are you?"

"Casga shouted loudly."

After all, they didn't have a communication system before.

"Stop arguing, humans."

"Also, my name is Irelia. Irelia Ursanash."

"Casgar. Wait, you're Irelia?"

Well, maybe she should be glad it's Kasgar and not Kargath (Bladefist).

"Hmm? It seems even these uncouth humans have heard of the name of our warrior, Iriel—"

"Aren't you a man?"

It must be said that Casca knows how to talk.

Just like Dorne's mouth, once he speaks, he achieves an effect that even the Khans couldn't accomplish by racking their brains.

"Humans—!"

"Tell me, which guy is spreading rumors about me?"

Chicken-like.

Of course, Casca couldn't say it directly.

"Perhaps my information was incorrect," he said with an apologetic smile.

"I've only heard that a very famous naval genius leader named Iriel came from the Iyanden Ark."

"As for the gender, I might have misheard, haha, please don't mind it."

The entire spaceship is practically unusable right now, so it's best not to lower ourselves to the level of these arrogant Eldar.

First, say some nice things to appease them and get them to leave.

"Hmph, at least you have some wisdom."

Irene could hardly hide the smile on her lips.

"Iriel, is there anything else you need?"

Hurry up and go! Why are you still lingering here?

"Human, one of our tribe warriors is badly wounded."

"If no suitable rescue measures are taken, she will likely die."

treat?

Kasgar realized that there was something wrong with his right hand; it should now be called his right arm, and that the psionic flame that could heal injuries was there.

Should we use it on these bean sprouts?

Although it might expose his abilities.

After all, they had helped him at a crucial moment, and the dying tribe warrior had been seriously injured because of the title "Imperial Pride".

Without them, the Emperor's Son would likely have suffered even more casualties under the Orcish attack.

Although these guys never speak human language or do human things, they ultimately mean well.

"I'll do it. I know a little psionic healing."

Fine, let's get it treated.

Consider it a way to get them off the flagship sooner.

It's not to repay a favor to the aliens!

Don't get me wrong!

"Human, we have indeed fought side by side before, but that doesn't mean we will trust you."

Irele's tone was filled with impatience.

If even a noble spirit race couldn't heal this injury, what methods could a mere human like him possibly have?

Psychic powers?

Just kidding, compared to the powerful Eldar, humanity's meager psionic energy is like the faint glow of a light bulb compared to the light of a lighthouse.

Humans, mere beings, merely seized the dominant position in the Milky Way by sheer luck after the Great Fall. Their understanding of the world and the highest heavens is laughably naive.

How dare you talk about psychic powers in front of her?

Don't get too carried away.

"Human, your confidence is simply astounding—"

At that very moment, she saw the golden-red flames swirling around the right hand of Casgar's power armor as he approached.

At that moment, all the Spirit Race members present fell silent.

This flame was somewhat familiar to their Eldar.

too familiar.

Irelia: "Ah"

Yrel: "The fire of Asuyan."

Chapter 87 Children, I am not a god either.

【Asuyan's Fire】

This is an interjection commonly used by the Eldar race.

It's equivalent to "Holy crap" or "WTF".

It doesn't mean they actually saw Asuyan's fire.

After all, since the destruction of Asur, the last vestige of the Phoenix God's legacy in this world has already—

It appeared in the hands of this human?

"The fire of Asuyan!"

For the first time, it appeared in Irelia's mouth as a declarative sentence.

"Humans!"

"Where did this flame come from? Why is it so similar to a kind of flame that I am familiar with?!"

Of course, Irelia immediately rejected this ridiculous claim.

Who is Asuyan?

That was an ancient Eldar god, the Pantheon God-King, the Eldar creator, and the savior of all Ark worlds!

How could his flames end up in the hands of a clumsy, stupid, dull human?

In this world, only our Spirit Race is the most intelligent and powerful race!

The giant golden figure that leads humanity now is nothing more than a clumsy imitation of our ancient god!

Even if Asuyan wanted to choose a successor, it would have to be someone as powerful as Phoenix Lord Asulman—

Kasgar looked at the tribal warriors around him with some confusion.

After he displayed the flames in his hand, the originally agile and nimble Eldar warriors were suddenly frozen in place, watching him walk forward and approach the heavily wounded Eldar warrior.

Whether it was tacit understanding or they were using psionic energy to activate the team's communication microphone, none of them stepped forward to stop Kasgar.

The other person's body showed extensive burns.

Even the tribe warriors, known for their speed, were helpless against the flamethrowers of a large number of Orc Barbecue Boys.

Her body beneath the armor was almost completely carbonized, including some exposed internal organs, which were still pulsating even as they sizzled on the ground.

If it weren't for the powerful vitality of the Spirit Race, such severe injuries would have already taken their toll... no, they would have been absorbed into the Soul Stone long ago.

Nourishing.

Casca reached out his right hand and gently stroked the wound, where countless new flesh and blood covered the charred remains.

It seems that his fire healing is slightly more effective on Eldar than on other people.

"OK, healed."

"Do you all have any further questions? If not, please return. There are many more people on my ship who need my help."

Kasgar said to Irelia with a smile.

Inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is difficult.

Why are these Eldar just staying on his spaceship and refusing to leave?

"The fire of Asuyan."

Seeing this, Irelia blinked a few more times.

They keep repeating this sentence like they're mentally impaired.

Casca is having a bit of a headache.