Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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The Lamiian civilization was discovered by humans not long ago.

Even some members of the advance team who went to explore said that they had explored this area before, but found no signs of a planet.

They had no idea how this blue ocean planet had suddenly appeared before them.

But the reconnaissance must continue.

As the exploration progressed, the reconnaissance ships discovered evidence of civilization within this binary star system and determined it to be some kind of complex culture.

An alien civilization lives in the vast oceans of this planet.

They have two pairs of arms, unlike humans, and a serpentine tail; they have no feet.

The aliens call themselves Lar, which means "thorn people".

Most of society seems to exist on numerous city-sized floating coral atolls that crisscross the sky above Larland. Only the peaks that were once its highest mountains and buildings protrude from the sea that covers its entire surface.

Officials of the Terra Highlord Council believed that the Ral could perhaps become a vassal state of the Empire, as conquering an advanced race could be a long and costly undertaking.

Although the Thorns were not initially hostile to the Imperial army, the alien race reacted fiercely when one of their scout ships was sent to their homeland.

Finally, the reconnaissance report was delivered to the core of the expeditionary fleet and fell into Casca's hands.

The piercing alien he had been searching for for countless years was now right in front of him.

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“We must fight them, just like the bizarre aliens we encountered on Interles. They are a faith that is absolutely incompatible with us.”

"Casca said in a deep voice."

The good news is that, after so many direct and indirect clashes with the forces of chaos, even Fugrim has accumulated some knowledge and experience about chaos.

"Their evil beliefs are destined to be incompatible with ours. As for how far-reaching the influence of warp chaos will be, didn't we already experience it back in Interles?"

Even after thousands of years of defense by the Interles Federation, and after everyone had a deep understanding of the dangers of chaos, it was something they could not prevent day and night.

We must absolutely not allow even a trace of it to circulate within the empire.

"Alright. After a long negotiation and Nicaea's scheming, we're all a bit tired."

Fugrim nodded in agreement, excitedly flicking the heavy scarlet cloak behind her that symbolized her status as a Warmaster.

"Today I'll show you what it's like to be a war commander—"

"No, you can't go."

But it was quickly rejected by Casgar.

"Did you feel that the appearance of the Prickly Star was so abrupt? There had never been any trace of a planet here before, and suddenly an ocean planet appeared."

"The appearance of this planet is not due to the improvement of detection technology, but rather it was deliberately brought to this moment under the manipulation of subspace forces, just to lure you into a trap."

Kasgar recounted in detail to Vogrim how the evil Chaos beings had scattered their Primarch brothers and sisters across the world in the beginning, and how they had placed the Piercer Sword deep within the temple on Piercer to lure Vogrim away.

And if Fugrim unknowingly picks up this loot, what terrible and tragic fate will she suffer...?

At such a crucial moment, he dared not hold back even the slightest bit.

—Of course, some scenes have been slightly modified. In the "future" that Kasgar mentioned, the person who was about to be slit by the crazed Fugrim has changed from Fei to himself.

This makes it even more cautionary.

"How could this be?! This must be fake, right, Casca? How could I possibly lay a hand on you and cut your head off?"

"That's because you, as a proud war commander, had no sense of caution whatsoever and were simply led by the nose—until the evil being residing in the sword finally possessed it and swung the final blow."

"Then my head was gone, and you, in a state of collapse, held my head and cried."

Kasga helplessly shrugged and said that in order to scare Fugrim from picking up equipment randomly, Kasga even took the initiative to act as a senior student.

As Kasgar narrated, Fugrim's expression also became less pleasant.

After all, the thought of killing Casca with her own hands filled her with utter despair.

"...But I still insist on going with you."

After a long period of contemplation, Fugrim spoke.

"But--"

"Don't worry, I will always be on guard against this. As the War General of the Human Empire, we will encounter many more challenges from this... what is it called Chaos?

“I understand you fear that I will fall into the abyss because of this… but Kasgar, I am your Primarch,” Fugrim gently stroked his cheek, “I cannot sit alone on the flagship and watch my sons of the Emperor go to their deaths before me.”

"Especially you. While you worry about me, I also worry about you."

"He can harm me, and he can harm you too."

"If it really does harm people as you say, I will go with you to protect you from that demon."

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Fugrim was very determined.

While Kasgar was unwilling to see her in danger, she was also unwilling to see Kasgar in danger, yet she, as the Primarch and Imperial Warmaster, cowardly hid in the rear.

This was the Emperor's Son's first independent operation since he ascended to the position of Warmaster in Vorgrim.

Normally, despite being the commander of a legion, the sons of the emperor rarely fight alone due to the special requirements of their missions; they usually participate in battles as auxiliary troops for other legions.

There's no way to get anyone else's approval for this.

Some Astartes even scoffed, saying that the achievements of their sons of the emperor were all earned by doing nothing, and could not compare to their legions that were always fighting the most powerful aliens.

Although this is an anonymous statement, it has a strong sense of déjà vu with Peturabo.

While many Primarchs praised Vogrim for his intelligence and, together with the Kasgars, used wisdom and diplomacy to reclaim these planets, few people actually believed that the Emperor's Son was capable of fighting.

Although he can cooperate well with all the legions, unfortunately his ability to fight independently has not been recognized by everyone.

How can the Sons of the Emperor be called the most glorious and powerful legion without undergoing a formal trial of blood and fire?

After refusing further negotiations, the fleet perfectly anchored above the ocean planet.

The Imperial Legion is eager to prove itself, and after becoming Warmaster, Fugrim seeks to push further beyond the Empire's borders to demonstrate the courage and worth of his legion.

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Lalan, which is the ocean world below them.

Its official name is 28-13, which is the thirteenth world conquered by the Twenty-Eighth Expeditionary Fleet.

(Actually, I don't really understand the naming rules either. In the original story, the next world Horus conquered after becoming Warmaster was 63-19, which means that before that, he only had the honor of eighteen worlds.)

(Two hundred years, conquering eighteen worlds already makes them the legion with the most achievements, this...)

In previous negotiations, the Assassin Empire had expressed its willingness to submit to the Human Empire, but this willingness was rejected during the Casgar takeover negotiations.

He pointed out that the ancient beliefs of the Arrancar Empire had serious problems, and that the Emperor's son's fleet must dismantle the temples and eliminate all the filth in the world before peace talks could continue.

This is clearly a condition that the assassin absolutely cannot accept.

A battle between the two sides is now inevitable.

"Stormbirds are ready on launch track, the entire army is ready, and with just one order, we can fly to Lalan at any time."

Fugrim nodded to the ready Imperial Sons.

Her bright gold armor gleamed, as if it had just been handed to her by the armorer.

The armor's trim shimmered like the sun, and each steel plate was engraved with exquisite spiral patterns. She wore a long cloak symbolizing her status as an Imperial Warmaster, and a purple high collar representing the legion's colors. A golden eagle's wings, outstretched, fluttered over her left shoulder.

Before her stood countless Imperial Sons Space Marines, clad in full armor, equally prepared for the battle to come.

As the only Space Marine legion qualified to wear the Imperial double-headed eagle, the Sons of the Emperor have always been the proudest and most honor-conscious legion.

Through long-term training and refinement, each of them has continuously improved themselves in an effort to achieve perfection.

However, due to the Emperor's arrangement, the Imperial Children's Legion must spend most of their time dealing with the newly returned Primarchs, helping them return to the Empire and assisting in the battles.

Although the imperial princes have the ability to serve as supporting characters to highlight others, they clearly do not want to be supporting characters to highlight others forever.

Especially after Primarch Fugrim became Warmaster, this feeling of resentment grew stronger day by day.

It's time to test our achievements with a thrilling battle and demonstrate the formidable fighting power of the Emperor's Son!

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From the appearance, each of the piercing figures is not exactly the same, and they can be said to be very diverse.

Because biological forms vary greatly in different regions, and through long-term evolution, coupled with their own unique genetic modifications, the thorn people have developed a wide variety of forms depending on their roles—winged, aquatic, and all sorts of other thorn people.

But these things are not important to the advancing imperial princes, nor do they care.

These peculiar beasts are tall, grotesque monsters. All the Ral people have serpentine lower bodies, and their muscular chests are covered with silver armor from which two pairs of limbs sprout. Each upper arm has long, lightning-encircled blades, their elegant shapes curving like scimitars, while each forearm wields a crackling gauntlet.

As fighter jets roared down from the sky, the Imperial Sons chose to land on a floating landmass known as Atoll 19.

Warriors from the Emperor's Sons trained. Under the cover of fighter squadrons, they completed the first phase of the landing operation.

Surrounded by countless grotesque alien creatures, explosive bombs and plasma flames continuously detonated on this battlefield.

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The strength of the Sons of the Emperor is now vastly different from what it used to be.

With a numerical advantage, a large number of imperial princes can form modular combat units.

Unlike other legions with their singular combat methods, the Sons of the Emperor legion can form a united force by defining the responsibilities of each legion.

They possess defense comparable to the Emperor Fist, firepower comparable to Iron Warrior, and their mechanized army has also earned Phyllis's approval.

As for the Imperial Motorcycle Corps, it is also the only Astartes unit within the Empire capable of racing the Khan.

With the assistance and cooperation of the Emperor's son and his all-rounders, the stabbing aliens near the landing point were quickly wiped out under the crossfire.

Before the prince could even demonstrate his close-combat skills, the piercing attack was gradually neutralized by the prince.

After the initial encirclement, the Sons of the Emperor Company, which was being used as fortifications, began their work of clearing mortar in the center of the battlefield.

After completing the construction of their surface defenses, they will face even greater challenges—especially this time, at Casca's request, to build more unique... equipment to deal with the Thorns.

A small, portable stage.

Although the Imperial Sons' commanders found Kasgar's orders extremely bizarre, given his previous calculations of avoidable events using his extraordinary prophetic abilities, the Imperial Sons' legions, including Fugrim, believed his claims.

But merely repelling the first wave of the assassins' attack did not mean they were safe.

"Enemy on the flank!"

Sensing the ripples emanating from underwater, Casgar directed the Imperial Sons to respond to the threat with steady and precise fire.

When the assassins emerged from their hiding place, they were met with a disciplined barrage of explosive fire, followed by a skillful evacuation where units that had recharged and reloaded took over from the previous wave.

Despite being scattered in bunkers and unable to receive real-time signals, despite the smoke-filled battlefield and even the disruption of long-distance signals due to unknown interference, the Emperor's Son showed no panic or tension.

With mechanical precision, the explosive bombs pulverized one after another the thorny creatures that emerged from the water.

The Imperial Princes do indeed prefer to reclaim planets through diplomacy, but that doesn't mean they are incapable of fighting.

Kasgar watched from the center of the battle formation as they displayed a perfect and coordinated military discipline that no other legion could match.

The fury of the Rus' wolf pack and the wild charge of the Khan are not typical traits of the Emperor's son, but both can be present. The Forgrim's legions perfectly utilize strength and discipline, constantly evolving and progressing through self-coordination.

The stabbing attacks emerging from the water seemed endless.

Another spiky wave surged toward the Sons of the Emperor, their snake-like lower bodies propelling them across the uneven ground with extraordinary speed. Taking advantage of the Imperial Sons' reloading breaks, they brandished their blades and glided swiftly toward the Imperial Sons' army.

The distance is already close; using firearms now would only put us at a disadvantage.

It's time for close combat.

Emerging from their bunkers and assembling with impeccable discipline, the Imperial Princes donned their long-awaited close-combat gear.

Finally, we can fight hand-to-hand!

What the assassins didn't know was that the Emperor's son's previous prowess in using long-range firepower didn't mean that this was their strength.

The true strength of the imperial princes lies in their unparalleled close-combat abilities.

Seeing the thorns crowding around, the Imperial Space Marine no longer needed to pretend to fire his bomb gun.

Melee combat is the romance of Space Marines!

kill!