Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

“I, Phyllis Marus, Primarch of the Tenth Legion, the Iron Hand, await your surrender.”

“If it were not for the guarantee from the commander of my sister legion, your planets would have been completely burned, and your civilization would have ceased to exist.”

One obscure High Gothic word after another came out of her mouth.

She awaited a response from the Gadinar people.

"Do not."

Lord Gardinard's reply was also very concise.

The piston on his shoulder spun at high speed, and the firing chamber on his body opened fire.

Chapter 95 Gentle Flame

Outside the Forging Room.

"I really want to know what happens inside."

Standing beside the young Gadinar man, Santo sighed and looked at Aqua Duna, who was still writing and drawing on the parchment.

He was a little bored.

"what is this?"

"A little hobby of the emperor's son: painting."

As she spoke, Aqua seemed somewhat dissatisfied with her painting skills and tilted the entire canvas to one side.

She didn't want outsiders to see her poor painting skills.

But this was of no use to Company Commander Santo.

His eyes are mechanical and bionic, capable of retaining even the briefest images that have flashed before our eyes.

"Perhaps your level is not high yet, but I can see your outstanding talent."

Santo comforted her.

"The two Grookes that are mating are drawn very realistically."

Aqua paused for a moment in response to the compliment.

"Thank you for your encouragement, but I drew Primarch Fugrim and Commander Kasgar."

"."

"Forget it, I'm not drawing anymore."

Aqua crumpled the parchment into a ball with a displeased expression.

"Sisters Aqua, I didn't mean to—"

“It’s not your fault,” Aqua said, lowering her voice and switching to the communication system on her helmet. “That Gadinar is acting strangely.”

Following Aqua's words, they saw the young attendant anxiously waiting for something, his small movements suggesting he was manipulating some kind of instrument.

"What Casca said is very likely true; they may very well be planning to assassinate the Primarch."

"be prepared."

The Forging Chamber, the most sacred place in the eyes of the Iron Hand Legion, erupted with a tremendous explosion at this moment.

The old man's body swelled up rapidly, and countless beams of particle light extended outward from all parts of his body, eventually targeting the Primarch Philus.

The energy in the particle beam's muzzle began to accumulate, and in an instant, all the poisoned needles, blades, and chainsaws on his body were fired at Philus.

Logically speaking, after undergoing numerous weapon tests, the Gadinar people should not have been able to carry out the assassination.

However, all the weapons and equipment on his body were assembled using a unique weapon assembly method developed by Gardiner.

Moreover, it was equipped with the best and most powerful particle weapon, Gadinar.

Accompanied by laser beams, powered blades, chainsaw blades, and neurotoxin needles, they burst forth towards the Steel Hand Philus in an instant.

Through advanced genetic modification technology, it was embedded into his own flesh and blood, becoming one with his body, thus successfully passing the steel hand's detection device.

Boom!

In that instant, Phyllis Marus was instantly engulfed by a dazzling white light.

"Protect the original!!!"

Seeing this, Amar of the Thousand Sons Think Tank anxiously activated the spiritual energy within his body.

He couldn't understand why the Terminator Guardians, who were supposed to be the Primarch's first line of defense, were frozen in place, motionless.

Bah!

His surging psionic lightning hurtled toward the crazed Lord Gaddinar.

As a diplomatic envoy capable of independently serving as the 413 Expeditionary Fleet, Amar of the Thousand Sons Think Tank possesses psychic power that is among the best even within the Legion.

His psychic talent amazed even the father of genetics.

But just as his full-force psionic lightning was about to strike his opponent, a pale blue psionic energy field barrier reduced it to nothingness.

how can that be!

Instinctively, Amar looked at the other person.

It was the middle-aged man standing behind the High Lord, the wizard of Gadinar.

He emanated an eerie yet dazzling blue light, causing Amar, who was looking directly at him, to suddenly feel an intense wave of dizziness.

In the next instant, he, like the Terminator guards, lost consciousness.

They certainly underestimated Gardiner's power.

Not only Ultramarines Chapter Leader Cicero, but also Philosopher.

No one could have predicted that such a powerful psionicist would exist in the small star system of Gadinal, which consists of only eleven planets.

The Gadinar people's research into psychic powers went far beyond that of the Iron Hand (and even the Thousand Sons at this time), who believed in the truth of the Empire.

This is the product of genetic enhancement and customization to strengthen psionic energy, and then through countless generations of breeding and genetic iteration.

Let alone Amar from Qianzi Think Tank.

Even the Primarch himself would be instantly dragged into control for a period of time under such powerful psychic energy.

In Amar's eyes, everything began to spin.

No longer confined to the gray-black warship, Amal sensed ancient runic obelisks and pyramids standing atop the oasis, and felt the murmuring streams.

Prospero.

The capital, Tizka.

Amar remembered this place, from which he had successfully graduated from the most famous university, Tizika, and joined the Great Expedition with outstanding grades.

But then, an extremely serious problem began to spread between him and his brother.

Flesh and blood mutation.

Amar's mutation was relatively minor; his skin merely became as red and shriveled as that of his genetic father, Magnus.

Do not!

Not only that!

手！

His hands were shrinking, and at the same time he could feel countless hands reaching out from his eye sockets, under his ribs and chest.

His eyes were always looking, from the highest point of his forehead to the lowest point of his feet, scanning all the knowledge in the world and taking it all in!

Everything about him is constantly changing invisibly.

Amar felt his flesh and blood disintegrating and deforming, constantly changing like the ever-changing Supreme Heaven.

He's about to... he's about to cease to be himself!

Then, Amar felt a warm flame.

"Hey guys, why are you all ignoring me? Am I really that insignificant?"

The flame spoke human language.

"Amal, is that it? Fear of flesh mutation, is that it?"

Who are you?!

He was even more afraid that the secret of the Fifteenth Legion's genetic instability would be leaked.

No, we absolutely cannot let this flame find out about this!

The glory of the Thousand Sons Legion must be won!

Bear!

Intense flames burned his body, instantly freeing him from the illusion.

"Hey, wake up."

Amal opened his eyes and saw the Emperor's Son Commander, Casgar Sherlock, smiling at him from behind his red helmet.

"What's going on? How did I—"

"Don't ask too many questions, and don't go around talking about it."

Suddenly, Casca's right hand burst into flames, which extended all the way to the power sword in his hand.

The next moment, he leaped forward and slashed at the wizard of Nagadinar.

Seemingly completely unprepared for someone to escape his control, the wizard panicked for a moment.

But he quickly rallied and tried to repeat his old trick, once again using psionic powers to control Kasgar.

invalid.

Under the warp fire surrounding Kasgar, his mind magic had no effect whatsoever on him.

How is this going! ?

The wizard panicked as he watched Kaska charge straight at him with a flaming greatsword.

broken!

He had no choice but to close his eyes and conjure a psionic shield around himself.

And pray that this makeshift shield would be able to withstand the opponent's attack.

Kasgar's full-force attack, fueled by flames, struck the psionic shield squarely.

However, unexpectedly, they were unable to advance even an inch further.

Even the burning of psionic flames was useless.

A gentle flame.

It only burns and kills those unborn demons, and heals those whose bodies are affected by the warp.

However, when it came to attacking, they couldn't even burn through the opponent wizard's psionic shield.

It has no aggressiveness whatsoever.

Very gentle.

Seeing this, Casca was also somewhat devastated.

It really has no offensive capabilities whatsoever; it can only be used to burn chaotic evil beings?

He had never really believed the nonsense from the pointy-eared spirits that he was Asuyan.

But now, looking at the flame in his hand, he had some doubts.

The more impressive the hype in the background, the worse the actual performance.

His spiritual power perfectly matches all of Asuyan's characteristics.

Kaska, diagnosed as Asuyan.

quack!

May the Emperor protect me, I don't want to be a useless person!