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The oppressive words were conveyed through the communication.
Upon hearing this, Namotalian shrank back like a child caught red-handed by a teacher, too afraid to speak.
Although Fugrim behaved somewhat strangely when she was alone with Kasgar, she always performed flawlessly in formal settings as an Imperial Warmaster.
No one would question Fugrim's abilities as a perfect Primarch. Although Kasgar is very strong, his abilities are limited to the unknown realms of sorcery and prophecy.
In other aspects, he is still not comparable to a true Imperial Warmaster.
"...Okay, I'll say it's nothing serious."
"I can't help it," Mortalian said helplessly.
—He's craving food.
To be precise, it was Aqua Duna, the eldest daughter of Fugen, who was currently fighting alongside the Iron Hand Legion and was the second company commander and son of the Greedy Emperor.
The meal.
This exquisite "deliciousness" left Mortalian with an unforgettable, mysterious taste after just one try.
That's right, it's mysterious!
Other delicacies are described as either delicious or unpalatable, and even higher-level cuisines are only described in terms of color, aroma, and taste.
But what Aqua made was different.
Those foods... are very mysterious.
No one knows how it came about, and no one can describe the extraordinary eating experience in simple terms.
If we were to find a point of comparison, only the more intense and precious Eldar cheese could be considered somewhat similar.
But only in some cases; this extraordinary flavor is far beyond what humans can perceive.
That's amazing...
After taking a bite, Mortalian felt that he had wasted the first half of his life.
The taste was indescribable, a taste that shocked him.
Every Death Guard must be able to taste this delicacy!
Mortalian didn't keep it to himself; he decided to share it with his Death Guards.
Unfortunately, just like the poisoned wine at the banquet, not everyone can taste the ultimate in Aqua cuisine.
—The entire defense was completely overwhelmed.
Unfortunately, the time they could spend together was always short.
After leaving Ulanor, Aqua continued to follow Iron Hand in his campaigns, but Mortalian remained captivated by that mysterious allure.
He tried to replicate recipes from Aqua.
But surprisingly, they all succeeded.
But it wasn't the kind of success that Mortalian wanted.
After being prepared according to the standard, he only received an ordinary meal—as ordinary as any chef's, lacking the soul of what Aqua made.
It doesn't have the right feel!
It lacks that magical sensation that explodes on the taste buds.
Motalian was very disappointed by this.
Even during the Great Expedition, he was very unhappy about it.
What poisonous wine? What poisonous substance?
Even the fresh poison gas from Barbarus held no appeal whatsoever against Aqua's delicacies.
Everything became dull and uninteresting.
Even the air in Barbarossa doesn't smell good anymore!
Right now, all he craves is this delicious food from Aqua.
The moment he swallowed it, countless indescribable sensations exploded wildly on his tongue and taste buds!
Wow, that was awesome!
"..."
"Just for this?"
Fugrim felt helpless.
“Yes, great Imperial Warmaster—” Mortalian said solemnly, even kneeling on one knee before the holographic projection before him, “I implore you, if possible, I request that this great Space Marine be allowed to remain in our Legion.”
"His cooking is the best tool we Death Guards use to test ourselves, and it's also the kind of delicious food I crave."
“Stand up first, Mortalian brothers.”
Fugrim was at a loss for words.
Was Aqua's cooking... delicious?
How did these two almost completely unrelated words come together?
"If you insist, I can coordinate with Philus at that time."
"Okay, okay. Thank you, Commander Zhan, and thank you, Sister."
Motalian was overjoyed.
"Notify the navigator to follow the Emperor's Son's fleet and complete the warp!"
......
This is also a good thing for Casca.
What if Aqua really does end up joining the defending legion as a cook?
If they hold out to the death, wouldn't each of them have invincible resistance, and they would no longer be afraid of that real legion commander Typhon or someone else sailing their ships into the gutter?
That way, we can ensure that Mortalian won't betray us!
Although the outcome might not be as good as surrendering, at least they've lost an enemy!
Everything seems to be moving in a positive direction!
Thinking of this, Kasgar looked excitedly at the warp rift in front of him.
Diasporex, a human interstellar empire faction known as the Azure Crystal Alliance.
Phyllis's Iron Hands had finished their initial battle with the enemy and were now on a planet near the Mandeville point in the star system, preparing to meet them, based on communications from the Star Speakers.
After the Crown Prince and the Legion flagship completed their warp jump, Primarch Firus of the Iron Hand immediately ordered them to meet them. Soon, a sizable shuttle and its escorts arrived on the deck of the Imperial Pride, carrying Primarch Firus.
"sisters!"
During the welcoming procession, both legions watched and protected the two Primarchs as they warmly embraced and exchanged greetings.
However, it seems that there is something extra about Philus.
There are some things that shouldn't be there.
That sword......
Kasgar stared intently at the other man's other strangely shaped sword hanging at his waist.
Then, he looked at his hands in horror.
The two swords... are identical.
—Philus held another stabbing sword in her hand.
"Sister, what is this?"
It seems that at this moment, Fugrim also noticed this small difference.
"A blade captured in a previous civilization."
Phyllis said with satisfaction, drawing the sword as if to show it off.
"And its name suits me very well."
"【Medusa's Blade】"
Chapter 190 Medusa's Blade
......
Tell me, what exactly happened back then?
Inside the medical bay of the Steel Hand flagship.
Casca sat down in front of Gabriel Santo, the company commander of the Steel Hand.
It seems to have added some extra steel parts compared to the past, controlled by the Thinker array on its shoulders.
However, his current condition does not seem to be very good.
Not long ago, the Iron Hand Legion encountered a strange alien species during their expedition. Their civilization, like the Iron Hands, seemed to pursue perfection through mechanical modification of the body. However, it was clear that Iron Hand's Phyllis would not show mercy to these aliens.
Under Philus's steel torrent, even the alien civilization with advanced technology could not stop Philus's fully mechanized army, and their existence was completely wiped out by the steel hand.
In the previous battle, the fighter plane carrying Gabriel Santo, the company commander of Iron Hands, was unfortunately shot down, breaking all of his ribs, legs, and arms, and even fracturing his skull.
The Steel Hand Pharmacist thought it was a miracle that he was still alive and able to walk.
When the search and rescue team finally found him, Santo had only a few minutes of air left inside his power armor.
"But because of this, I didn't accompany the Primarch into that palace... and I couldn't share the glory of the final battle with them."
Kasgar had no idea what changes had occurred in the Iron Hand Legion during his absence, but judging from the sword in Phyllis's hand that clearly resembled the Slaanesh style, it didn't seem like good news.
As for Santo's account of the Iron Hand's combat experience, it was 70-80% similar to their final battle to capture the Thorn Star Atoll.
"No. Santo, you'll be glad you didn't join our fight."
But the Thousand Sons Wizard Amal, sitting to the side, did not think so.
However, now he should be called Amal, a Space Marine of the Steel Hand Aveni Clan.
After the Thousand Sons Legion's organization and the Psionic Think Tank were abolished, he joined the think tank personnel nearby to complete the reorganization and became a member of the Iron Hand Legion.
"Thankful? Why do you say that, Amal?"
“I’m not sure. I just… I’m just not sure if you’ll end up on Philus’s side. I felt very uncomfortable in that palace.”
"Unnatural? What does that mean?"
Amar looked around, seemingly searching for anyone who might be listening to him, and after seeing that there were only the three of them in the room, he said, “Gabriel, it’s hard to describe, but it feels… it feels as if the palace itself is alive, or something inside is alive. I know it sounds silly.”
As a former think tank member, Amar's feelings and reactions to that strange, dreamlike existence were more intense than those of ordinary people.
He had intended to tell the Primarch everything he had seen at the time, but due to the passage of the Nicaea Prohibition, he had to remain silent.
Even passive responses are unacceptable; this is an order.
He didn't want to repeat the mistakes of his original self.
"A living palace? You're right, it does sound ridiculous. It's just a building, how could it possibly be alive?"
“I don’t know,” Amar admitted, “but that’s the feeling.”
"I don't know how else to describe it. It was terrifying, yet magnificent at the same time: the colors, the noise, and the smell."
“Although I hated it at the time, I kept thinking about it with longing. Every one of my senses was stimulated, and I felt... the experience energized me.”
Amal's gaze wandered, as if he had returned to the past, immersed in that bizarre sensory stimulation for a long time and unable to extricate himself.
These days he has been very listless, seemingly because he has not felt that kind of joy from the depths of his soul for a long time and feels extremely empty.
"Stop!"
Kasga shouted to stop him, and the dark, golden-red flames burning in his hand quietly covered Amal's entire body.
"What just happened...?"
In just a moment, as Kasgar's psionic flames enveloped his entire body, Amal's eyes, which had been clouded for days, cleared once more.
"It's gone!"