Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

She gave the Iron Hands present a disapproving look.

"You make me feel ashamed."

When Phyllis rejected the proposal, they erupted in strong protests.

"No, Mother of Steel! We are not weak."

"We'll adapt, and we'll do better next time!"

"That's the key point, isn't it?"

Kasgar watched as Philus, sitting on the Iron Throne, gradually warmed up, and tried hard to keep his smile from showing.

Iron Hands, another legendary legion during the Great Expedition.

Of course, a large part of these extraordinary actions are also related to Philus's deliberate attempts to divide and balance the power.

As a socialite, Philus's belief in the supremacy of the legion, while it may have a certain motivating effect on the soldiers, is based on the principle of only the strong.

When Philus was around, things were fine; she could keep the competition within the legion confined to the level of competition itself.

But once she's confused...

The entire legion would then fall apart, unable to reach a unified command of action.

Even with the second-most advanced technology in the universe, the split Iron Hand still performed poorly during the Great Rebellion.

He hoped that in the upcoming Battle of Gardiner, he could resolve the internal conflicts within the Iron Hand Legion and prevent the tragedy from repeating itself.

Casca thought to himself.

"Steel Hands, you don't seem to be convinced, do you?"

Just then, Philus's gaze also fell on Casca.

That's why Casca came.

She invited Casca to Iron Hand because she saw his powerful ability to train new recruits.

They were able to train a group of soldiers who had never experienced large-scale warfare into soldiers capable of fighting against elite veterans on the front lines in a short period of time.

If some of the Iron Hand's clans were given to him to manage for a period of time, their competitiveness might increase significantly.

"Well, I do have a suggestion."

"This chief commander from the Son of the Emperor, Casgar Sherlock, will lead part of the Avignon clan of the First Company in the upcoming operations."

"Sir, we—"

"Losers have no right to speak."

Philus coldly interrupted the rebuttal from below, and after the room fell silent again, she turned to Casgar.

"I hope that in the time to come, you can teach their steel brains some new things."

Lady Phyllis

"Do not disappoint me."

Judging from Philus's tone, she seemed to have given Casca no right to refuse.

"Okay, my lord."

Kaska could only secretly lament his misfortune.

Let me teach these lumps of iron normal human thinking patterns in the next few days?

real or fake?

"Next comes the main event we are about to face."

"Speak, you wizard of the thousand children."

Seeing that neither Casca nor the First Company of the Steel Hand had any objections (forced to), Philus turned to look at the Thousand Sons Think Tank beside her.

What challenges did you encounter in Gardinal?

The Galdinal system was originally the target of one of the Ultramarines' expeditionary fleets.

As a diplomat for the Ultramarines, this think tank member from the Thousand Sons failed in his negotiations with the opposing side, leading to war between the two sides.

"And so, this is your result?"

Phyllis's voice was trembling.

The silver, liquid-like arm gripped the handle of the steel throne tightly. If the throne had not been made of hard Medusa mineral, the armrest would most likely have turned to dust with that one grip.

"Five hundred thousand Imperial soldiers died on the battlefield, and thousands of Astartes are still missing!"

Countless resources were squandered by your incompetent and clumsy command!

"Not to mention the fact that half of the God Machine's legion was wiped out!!"

Phyllis emphasized this point in particular.

It seemed that in her eyes, devoid of any compassion, the latter was significantly more valuable than the former.

When faced with the remnants of the defeated army who came to plead for help, Gorgon bared her vicious fangs.

"We...we did not anticipate that the other side would use an oversaturation nuclear weapon attack."

The Ultra Warriors were initially in a position of advantage.

In an instant, a massive nuclear attack from Gadinar destroyed the Ultramarines' position.

Moreover, nearby satellite cities will be affected by lethal levels of radiation over the next few decades.

This is the situation we least want to see in the Great Expedition.

The residual radiation will greatly increase the governance costs and time costs for the human empire.

The biggest challenges for the Great Expedition are time and cost.

"Unexpected! What an unexpected twist."

Phyllis held her head in annoyance.

She thought Iron Hand was already stubborn enough, but she never expected to encounter someone even more stubborn than them.

Perhaps the Ultramarines don't even need command in war.

From now on, you can spend your whole life carrying this universal military manual and fighting according to the rules in it!

Phyllis looked helplessly at Casca beside her.

His helmet was still painted bright red, which clashed with his purple-gold armor.

As one of humanity's pocket empires, the Gardinar system possesses eleven planets and even preserves many advanced creations from humanity's dark age of technology.

They were far more formidable than their native Byzantine friends.

Therefore, the Terran War Council requested that they retain as many facilities as possible on it to better serve the Great Expedition.

In other words, the extermination order cannot be ignored.

"Sir, I understand your anger."

Qianzi Think Tank offered words of comfort: "But we don't need to take any risks. We just need to trap them in the Gadinal system and wait for other reinforcements."

"Lord Guilliman's reinforcements will arrive smoothly in just two weeks of warp travel time."

Lord Guilliman is returning to provide assistance!

Good heavens, it's Lord Guilliman!

He's on his way!

Thankfully, the return trip lasted two weeks, not nine hours.

"Oh?"

Phyllis raised an eyebrow slightly: "You mean I should just stand here like a coward and wait until the great and wise Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds comes and decides what to do next, right?"

"No! Lady Phyllis, that's not what I meant!"

"No? If not, you shouldn't have mentioned any proposals that have held the Steel Hand back."

Like her other siblings, Phyllis didn't like Guilliman.

Even disgust.

What's even more infuriating is that others actually believed that only Guilliman could handle the matter with the most appropriate methods.

"Two weeks, is it? Then let him get all this sorted out before he comes."

She turned her head and glared at the Iron Hand Terminator beside her.

"Go and get the legion ready."

"And another one. Casca, come with me."

Phyllis called him out alone.

"It's Amar! Amar's signal!"

"Our Qianzi Think Tank has found the nearest reinforcements!"

On the main planet of Gadinar, on that battlefield shrouded in smoke.

"He sent a signal back in Astral language, and we will have reinforcements coming to our aid soon!"

It must be our Primarch, Robert Guilliman's Twelfth Fleet, right?!

Cicero, the chapter commander of the Ultramarines, was overjoyed.

Even at the very least, they are a formidable force of reinforcements, enough to help them hold out until Lord Guilliman's twelfth expeditionary fleet arrives.

Once we get Lord Guilliman's support, everything will be alright!

"neither?"

"What?! The fleet that's coming is Phyllis Marus's?!"

Click.

The walkie-talkie in his hand fell to the ground.

The Ultramarines Captain's dusty face broke into a relieved smile at that moment.

Haha.

It's Iron Hand Philus!

We're doomed!

Actually, there was also a superhuman officer at this meeting.

He had just suffered a defeat and was even able to fall asleep while Senior Sister Fei was giving him a pep talk.

Even the senior student was so angry she laughed.

Chapter 90 Saving Private Cicero (Part 1)

Iron Fist.

As the training chamber for the Iron Hand, this place maintains Philus's consistent rationalist style.

Whether it's the massive array of thinkers that occupies the entire wall and is used to calculate various training values; or those cold, lifeless, gray-black facilities.

It looked so stiff and rough compared to Fugrim's perfect creations.

Everything was cold and simple.

However, as one of the most renowned blacksmiths in the human empire, it would be short-sighted to think that the creations on her flagship were crude and inferior.

With her powerful iron hands, she forged countless divine weapons. Some of them are still hanging at the original body's waist.

"This is my private training pod; no one will come to disturb me."

It was her private rest time. She had removed her heavy personal armor and was now wearing simple black clothes.

She stood leisurely in front of some kind of strength training equipment, slowly and deliberately pulling the machine in her hands.

With each exertion, her close-fitting black clothing accentuated the firm yet supple lines of her muscles.

Like the roar of a black steel dragon, although Phyllis seemed to handle it with ease, judging from the sound of the machine bouncing back each time, it was by no means easy.