Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

The lights in the empty room came back on, and the Eldar who called himself the Veilwalker had vanished from the spot.

Only these few words continued to echo in mid-air.

"call."

The hatch behind Casca opened, and it seemed that someone was waiting anxiously outside.

"Commander Casca! Are you in any trouble?"

"No. Is there something you need?"

"Yes, we received a communication from the Star Speakers of the Steel Hand Fleet."

"The Primarch of the Tenth Legion, Lady Philus Marus, is preparing to intervene in the war in the Gadinal system and has come to inform Chief Commander Kasgar to participate."

"Alright, I'll set off as soon as I've finished dealing with the matter of the Emperor's Pride."

"I'm so tired."

After a busy day, Master Ka finally managed to remove all the Eldar souls on the spaceship from Slaanesh's perception.

After some coordination, these Eldar pirates were thus placed into the Twenty-Eighth Expeditionary Fleet.

Although he doesn't have the ability to directly reconnect Eldar souls to the matrix like the Grim Reaper, under Kasgar's construction, their soul perception has been linked to a small [local area network].

Even after death, they will not be taken away by Slaanesh, but will wait to be reborn in this local area network.

For the Eldar, this was enough to make them never call humans "Mon-keigh" for thirteen lifetimes.

"Finally, I can take a break."

Soon I will also be participating in the Battle of Gardiner, the Steel Hand, so I really have no free time at all.

Kasgar recalled the prophecies of the Eldar prophets.

It wasn't the Veilwalker we just encountered.

They were the very first group of Ark Eldar.

[The avatar of Asuyan will be attacked here by the Lady of Thirst.]

If left unchecked, the consequences will be severe.

What kind of garbage prophecy is this?

How could he possibly be—

Just then, Fugrim approached him with a vengeful smile.

"Casgar?"

It seems she was also a thirsty woman.

A thirsty lady.

"Cuck!"

"Irelia, save my teeth!!!"

"Hmph, want to run away?"

In the distance, inside a frigate undergoing spore disinfection.

"Casgar?"

Seemingly receiving some kind of signal, Irelia looked up at the flagship floating in the void, the Imperial Pride.

"It's probably just my imagination."

She lowered her head again and continued with the task at hand.

The Eldar's prophecies always come at the most unexpected times.

It has been achieved.

Due to the need to speed up the plot, the Battle of Gardiner was brought forward slightly.

If the timeline doesn't match the original work

This indicates that it is part of the plan. (Strategist)

Chapter 89 Phyllis Wants to Lead the Charge

"Let's get ready to set off."

"Casgar gave instructions to the captain of the frigate."

After the Imperial Pride and the other frigates were completely painted inside and out with Irelia's Bone Nanobots.

Kasgar then bid farewell to Fugrim and, with his Sixth Company of Space Marines, headed to Gadinal to support Filus.

Fortunately, after fully satisfying her needs, she finally managed to remove the thing around her neck.

Not easy.

really not easy.

Standing before the enormous observation window at the bow of the frigate, Kasgar recalled the intrusion of the Eldar a few days earlier by the man who claimed to be a Veilwalker.

"Is non-interference the right approach? Should we just let the world inevitably sink into the cesspool?"

Kaska looked at the Imperial Pride, which was slowly disappearing into the surrounding scenery not far away.

Even if Kasgar were to remain as a tiny speck in the vast universe, he could still see Fugrim standing at the bow window, waving goodbye to Kasgar.

What a beautiful yet fragile existence it was.

Should I abandon her just because of some vague prophecy?

"Do not."

"I will save you all."

"All those who deserve to be saved."

Kaska silently recited this in his mind.

Together with the ship, they stepped into Mandeville Point.

Not long ago, a transport ship carrying thousands of new Space Marine recruits from Chemos and Terran arrived at Byzantium, the planet where the expeditionary fleet was located.

Furthermore, Terra's War Council also provided Fugrim with a large number of Imperial Legions as support.

As for the resupply of weapons and equipment, she would need to personally travel to the various Mechanicus casting worlds and sign supply contracts with them.

With the addition of personnel, the Imperial Pride gradually became a Glory Queen-class battleship capable of standing on its own.

Instead of being an empty shell.

The military school currently under construction in Byzantium will provide a continuous stream of new blood for the Sons of the Emperor's army.

From then on, the Imperial Sons Legion, like those recovering from a serious illness, gradually became able to operate independently.

Fifty-two expeditionary fleets.

Iron Fist.

As the vehicle of the Primarch of the Tenth Legion's Iron Hand, the Iron Fist is more like another "Iron" than another "Fist" within the Imperium of Man.

Produced by the Primarch homeworld Medusa, the warship's hull is made of jet-black, hard Medusa Iron, while nano-deposited plastic steel pillars support its entry into the void.

According to the Sage of the Mechanic Church of the Fifty-Second Expeditionary Fleet, the Steel Fist's machine spirit is impulsive and belligerent, filled with a constant desire to fight its enemies.

Just like the Primarch who controlled it, Phyllis Marus.

As for its interior, it is extremely cold.

The minimalist design is devoid of any decoration; the cabin, resembling a bare body, is illuminated only by a few long, narrow electric lights.

Primarch Philus believed that unnecessary enjoyment would only make people weak and lacking in fighting spirit.

Only an army that is constantly tempered in harsh environments is the most combat-effective army.

If it weren't for the need to distinguish which legion belonged to which legion, there's no doubt that Phyllis wouldn't even bother to paint the power armor of the Steel Hands.

They drove directly into the center of the battlefield in gray, displaying the ruthless and efficiency-first style of the Steel Hand.

[Between Forging]

This is the name of the conference room they are in.

"Gardinal's plea for help is interesting."

“I remember this star system; it was mentioned by the Casca from the Sons of the Emperor’s Legion.”

"And you, wizard, have you ever possessed such accurate prophetic abilities with the help of witchcraft?"

On the steel throne inside the flagship, Philus asked a question.

Sitting to the left was Amal, a psionic think tank member from the Thousand Sons Legion.

His skin was as withered and red as his genetic father's.

"I'm so sorry, Lady Phyllis, I..."

"We have sent a message to the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets as you instructed."

He chose to avoid the issue.

"The Emperor's Son's ship is already in contact with us. Once this little prophet arrives, our meeting will officially begin."

Fortunately, the Fifty-Second Expeditionary Fleet, where Philus was located, was not far from the location of the Emperor's Son's flagship.

"Lady Philus, the Emperor's son obeys your command."

Before long, a giant clad in magnificent purple-gold armor opened the heavy, massive gate of the Steel Fist.

Aqua Duna.

The second company commander of the Emperor's Son, a sword saint, and the eldest daughter of the Phoenix.

He is also the head of the exchange unit between the Iron Hand and the Son of the Emperor.

Of the three legions in the current human empire that possess female Astartes, the Primarch of the Ninth Legion, the Ghoul Legion, the one with angel wings, is currently studying in Horus's fleet.

Clearly, after excluding the ghoul legion that no one would like, the remaining two, namely the Emperor's Son and the Iron Hand Legion, are getting closer and closer.

After the Fugrim joined the Great Expedition, they would occasionally send a small detachment to the other side's expeditionary fleet for exchange and learning.

The technical sergeant from the Steel Hand is still working on the Emperor's Pride.

"Welcome, son of Fugrim."

"Please take a seat."

She wasn't in a good mood today.

The reason is also very simple.

Aqua has once again blasted Steel Hand apart in a simulation exercise.

It's still the kind of merciless, complete defeat.

If Aqua had even a little bit of emotional intelligence and gone easy on her, she wouldn't be so upset.

You're so useless!

Iron Hands!

In the Great Expedition, each legion possesses its own unique legion culture.

In the Hand of Steel, Phyllis divided the Legion into six clans and encouraged competition and friction between them to improve the Legion's competitiveness.

As for the result, that is, of course—

It's useless.

He was easily defeated by Aqua alone.

Phyllis was also furious when she thought of this.

What happened? What happened?!

Despite having gone through countless bloody and fiery wars, their level was still unable to compete with the best of other legions!

This year's Iron Hands team is simply the worst one she's ever led!