Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"Look what souvenirs I brought you—"

She stopped halfway through her sentence.

In particular, he saw Casca's hand resting on the chest of the pointed-eared alien.

There was even a large group of aliens and sons of the emperor standing around, eagerly waiting.

"Cas-Ga!"

"Wait, this is really a misunderstanding! I can explain!"

"Two Terrans!! While I was out fighting orcs and taking down two Terrans, you managed to hook up with other women?!"

wrong.

This one isn't even human; it's a pointed-eared alien!

"I am innocent! It was she who insisted that I am God!"

Fugrim: ".?"

"So that's why they want to stay in our Twenty-Eighth Expeditionary Fleet?"

After hearing the whole story, Fugrim gave Yrel a cold look.

"I disagree."

"First of all, Casca is my husband, and also a noble human being."

"No matter how outrageous or how closely your mythology fits him, there are no gods in this world."

“A young god from the subspace says there are no gods in the world. Interesting.”

"This is enough to show your lack of knowledge about the Highest Heaven."

Yrel showed no fear in the face of Forgrim's threat.

"God has already shown His potential, and all you are doing is suppressing His awakening."

"Oh? Then tell me, what would constitute 'not curbing'?"

"The path of God... I do not know where it will ultimately lead."

"But what I do know is that He will one day come to understand the truth."

"Forget it, there's no point in trying to reason with you aliens."

A pathetic bunch of creatures who haven't even grasped the truth of the Empire.

"What do you say, Ms. Parker, the preacher?"

Fugrim turned to the chief evangelist in the cockpit.

My advice is to accept it.

"But now our flagship is severely damaged and heavily contaminated with orc spores."

“We need the help of these Eldar mercenaries, and cooperating with the Xenomorphs can be done temporarily as a matter of urgency.”

As the chief preacher, Ms. Parker reported directly to the Imperial Chancellor, Macado.

Her words, to some extent, represent the decision of the Terra War Council.

In fact, Fugrim was not a fanatical human supremacist.

As a diplomat among the Primarchs, she could be considered one of the most tolerant of the other Xenomorphs.

But no matter how tolerant you are, you can't be tolerant of guys who are after her husband!

"If you're still worried, please allow me to introduce some advanced tools from our Eldar race—"

"Spirit Bone Nanorobots".

Are you suffering from orcish raids just like us?

As the saying goes, when you see one orc on a planet, it means there are thousands of orcs behind him.

Their spores are spread in the air, making them extremely difficult to eradicate.

But as long as we use the Spirit Bone Nanobots of our great Eldar, we can destroy those damned Orc spores at the molecular level!

perfectly worked.

Kasgar led several Eldar operators to the middle deck to clear out the remaining Orcs and spores.

Fugrim originally intended to refuse the other party.

But there was nothing she could do; Yrel had given her just too much.

The powerful Dreamers put the Empire's navigators to shame, and the crew of the Voidship Path, with their countless years of experience, were able to keep the [Imperial Pride] running even with a shortage of manpower.

Compared to the ancient technologies of the Eldar, the human race's void navigation is still far too rudimentary.

Especially these bone nanorobots capable of clearing orc spores

Without their assistance, it would be a very long time before the Imperial Pride and the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets could recover.

In the end, Fugrim chose to give in to those sharp-eared men who had their eyes on her husband.

She really sacrificed a lot for the Great Expedition.

"Waaaaagh!"

Even though Warboss had been beheaded and the orc warships had been turned into space debris, the orcs' warships were now just space junk.

However, after round after round of elimination matches, the orcs who boarded the ship gradually selected a new leader.

Of course, its strength is incomparable to the Warboss we encountered before.

With a single, effortless swing of his sword, Kasgar severed the screaming orc charging at them in two.

"You guys clean up here first, I'll go check out that room up ahead."

Casca gave instructions to the cleaners behind him.

Now, Casca's small team is relying on him alone, relentlessly pushing forward and cleaning each cabin of the ship.

The new cabin was pitch black.

It seems the power supply system here was destroyed in the previous battle.

normal circumstances.

Kasgar held his sword high in front of his chest, constantly alert to his surroundings.

There might be a special forces kid hiding here, just waiting to ambush him.

"wrong."

Kasgar sensed a faint sound coming from the darkness.

That's not an orc.

"Who is there!?"

He stood there and shouted, but the only response he received was the sudden slamming of the hatch behind him.

锔.

Kasgar pressed the disintegration field on his sword.

The fact that they were able to isolate him without him even noticing suggests that the other party is no ordinary individual.

But who is he?

How did they manage to sneak in so quietly?

light is on.

Inside the empty spare cabin, a hooded, pointed-eared creature appeared before Casca.

The Spirit Race.

The other person was wearing a dark blue hood, and their face was covered by an oval glass crystal, making it impossible to see their features.

He held a staff with black and white stripes, and several slender Elven masks were tied around his waist.

"The Curtain Walker".

It seemed to be a woman's voice as she introduced herself.

"A clown, is that it?"

"Casca asked."

The other party nodded slightly.

The Clown Troupe, another major riddle-solving force within the Eldar.

His ability is telling riddles, his hobby is telling riddles, and his way of making an appearance is telling riddles.

There wasn't a single day without telling riddles.

But none of this mattered to Casgar.

He had read the script, so he knew exactly what was going to happen next.

"What do you want from me?"

“To show the way for the young god.”

"Point out the way forward? Ha, Eldar prophets, if you had already seen the way forward, why have you still ended up in this predicament?"

"Tragedies repeat themselves endlessly. Those who come after us will view the present as we view the past."

"Alright. So, Prophet, what revelation have you brought me?"

Click.

The response from Casca was not a gesture, but a brief sound of a power switch being turned off.

"What kind of trick is this? The Veilwalker?"

In the pitch-black darkness, Casca focused his mind on sensing the people and objects around him.

Like shouts and gunfire coming from afar, it gradually pulled him into a brand new world.

Amidst the ruins, countless Space Marines are locked in fierce combat, their swords clashing against each other.

Former comrades-in-arms have become enemies, and former ideals have vanished.

Endless missiles and artillery fire fell like shooting stars across the sky, raining down on the area surrounding Casca.

"Keep holding on!"

Kasgar heard the familiar shouts of the Emperor's sons all around him.

Whether it was Ador, Lucius, or Taviz, they all stood on the same side as Casgar, relying on their once-solid fortifications to struggle against the enemy's oversaturation attacks.

"Damn it! Why did they betray us!"

Behind them, the last group of Shadowmoon Wolves cried out in despair amidst the endless barrage of artillery fire.

With such overwhelming firepower, defeat was inevitable.

And the true master of the artillery fire that could blast them all into ruins gradually emerged from the earthen mound built from the ruins not far away, amidst the surging dust and smoke.

Their figures were revealed.

"It's you."

Steel Hand, Philus.

boom!

At that very moment, the enemy's cannons behind their backpacks fired at Casca.

Everything returned to nothingness.

"Three and ten are reflections of each other, and self-loathing and narcissism are intertwined."

"If one sinks, the other will float."

"Don't interfere."

"Do not take any action."

"The Horus Rebellion was the best possible outcome."