Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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The weather wasn't on her side.

Just as Fugrim was confidently preparing to launch a surprise attack on the Azure Crystal Alliance's rear via warp warp, this sudden warp storm blocked their path perfectly.

Even if Fugrim was anxious at this moment, he could only wait for the mechanized forces of the Steel Hand to break through from the front with firepower.

Fortunately

This is also one of the few weaknesses of the Iron Hand Legion – they are vulnerable to being kited.

Although their heavy firepower is unmatched on the front lines, if the enemy chooses to engage in guerrilla warfare and instead uses their superior mobility to outmaneuver the Iron Hand's fleet, they will be difficult to withstand.

Fortunately, the Azure Crystal Alliance fleet possessed this speed advantage; otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible to drag this out until now. Philus invited the Emperor's son to join the battle.

However, this speed advantage seems unlikely to last long against Philus's increasingly powerful firepower and tracking technology.

Phyllis and her Iron Hand Legion are still too strong.

Even if Fugrim manages to complete a warp jump and reach the heart of the Azure Crystal Alliance, she will still have to engage in a fierce battle with the core fleet of the Azure Crystal Alliance protecting the capital...

The Imperial Prince's army, which charged in alone, was not confident that it could completely defeat Philus before she arrived.

A profound sense of despair washed over Fugrim at that moment.

Sometimes, it's only when you lose Kasgar that you realize just how crucial he was to the Legion.

......

"Commander, they're back."

"Who? Is it Casgar?"

"No, it's 'them'." The coded message, which the other party had emphasized before, came through the communication device. "Iriel requests access to fleet communications."

they!

Ah, right, and those Eldar pirates, they might know something!

As if suddenly remembering something, Fugrim quickly reconnected the communication devices, and Princess Yrel's serious face appeared on the fleet's holographic projection screen in the next moment.

"Irelia! What is Kasgar—"

"No need to say more, Fugrim. The prophet has foreseen this conflict, and he will soon come to intervene and stop the spread of chaos and evil."

"The Prophet?" Fugrim asked anxiously. "Who is he? Where is he now? What chaotic evil are we facing?"

"With the warp storm raging, how can I contact the prophet you mentioned?"

No need, I've already arrived.

A psionic communication, accompanied by a faint blue psionic flash, slowly emerged from behind the main control room of the Vorgrim.

.......

The psionic teleport was to an Eldar wielding a long staff, wearing a slender blue helmet and an exquisite purple robe embroidered and engraved with countless mysterious runes.

He removed his helmet amidst the wary presence of many imperial sons in the cabin to show that he meant no harm.

"We've finally met, great Purple Phoenix. I've been planning our meeting for a long time."

Beneath the helmet, the Adarin revealed the face of a middle-aged man—his features were long and angular. His jet-black hair cascaded over his prominent, pointed ears and was tied into a long bun at the nape of his neck.

It's difficult to judge someone's age from their appearance. After all, once the Spirit Race reaches adulthood at any stage of their life, they almost never age again. Sometimes, the difference in appearance between someone who is tens of years old and someone who is thousands of years old is simply not noticeable.

Moreover, he was a prophet.

Behind him followed a massive skeletal construct, resembling an automated machine with Eldar characteristics. This construct, known as the "Nether Lord," was empowered by the soul stones of deceased Eldar souls and gained even greater reflexes and agility through the guidance of the Eldar prophet beside him.

"Please allow me to introduce myself—Eldrad Uslan, the prophet of the Usvi Ark world. On behalf of the Ark world, I welcome you all."

"We hope to cooperate with you."

(The first character is Eldrad Uslan, the Eldar prophet)

With that, he lightly tapped the marble floor of Imperial Pride with his staff and took a few steps toward Fugrim.

As he said, the great prophet Eldrad had been planning this meeting for a long time.

He originally intended to meet in Talos, the Eldar's virgin world, a beautiful world filled with mountains and clear waters.

But clearly, the sudden subspace storm disrupted his plans and thwarted their upcoming meeting.

“Prophet, this is not the time to waste time on pleasantries. Especially while Casca himself is still being held captive in an unknown place by my sister.”

“It’s normal for you to worry about his fate,” Eldrad said, “but this is just a sign that the time is coming.”

"A chaotic century is about to begin. After centuries of silence, the darkness lurking in the highest heavens will once again sweep across the world, and this time they will be more ferocious, more terrifying, and more capricious than ever before."

"After losing the great Phoenix King Asuyan, it remains to be seen whether the newly born Phoenix Child God can take up the banner of resisting chaos."

With that, Eldrad let out a long sigh.

"The young phoenix god has been working hard to prevent it from happening, but unfortunately, all his efforts are in vain before the predetermined fate."

"Because races like humans never accept the inevitable; they always try to change what they cannot change. It seems our new Phoenix King is indeed more like a human."

“I don’t understand your talk of a chaotic and disordered world, nor do I understand why you call Kasgar the New Phoenix King,” Fugrim said, her patience with these people who started with riddles was dwindling.

"I need to understand why you're here, and how we can rescue Casca?"

"Our purpose? I already stated it from the beginning, Purple Phoenix. We hope to establish a cooperative relationship with you."

"Why? As far as I know, humans and Eldar have never been compatible, and beings like Yrel are only a minority."

Under normal circumstances, Fugrim will only encounter Eldar who are arrogant and haughty.

"Because it's only you."

Eldrad said helplessly, seemingly unwilling to accept this sad reality.

"Humanity, and only humanity, will become the last bastion against chaos."

"Humanity will become a solid barrier against chaos in the future. Without humanity, the last remaining part of the Aedalin race will eventually perish, and soon the entire galaxy will be destroyed."

“So what? Prophet!” Fugrim’s voice was tinged with urgency. “If you truly wish to cooperate, then show it—my Kasgar, who is also the new Phoenix King whom you shout 'Long live!' is in danger!”

"We should be talking about how to save him, not discussing such vague and unrealistic things as chaos and disorder!"

Fugrim, it's urgent.

Although she knew that what the Eldar prophet was saying might come true in the future, she simply didn't have the energy to deal with the riddlesman's riddles at this time.

"Alright, Purple Phoenix."

Unfortunately... humans will never understand that abstract threat; they will only feel fear towards the concrete existence before their eyes, without considering what might be lurking behind it.

Neither Philus nor Fugrim could clearly perceive the chaotic threat lurking behind all of this.

Humans are truly impervious to reason; even those who consider themselves great, like Gorgon and the Purple Phoenix, are no different. They are destined to witness their own demise in the face of fate.

They will not only destroy themselves, but also the entire galaxy, and the universe is destined to be engulfed in war.

The Eldar prophet thought helplessly.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Fugrim how abstract the Eldar prophets' so-called warnings to Gorgon, or Phylus, were conducted.

First, they lured Philus into a hole in the ground, and then placed twenty strange statues in front of him, two of which had been completely destroyed.

—Who would have thought that this refers to the original body?

Who would have the time to count things like, "Ah, this roaring wild hound looks just like my brother Angron," or "And this knight with shield and warhammer looks exactly like Rogdorath."

After being completely bewildered by the nonsensical cave, Philus returned to her flagship with some oddities, never again recalling the trials she had endured on the planet.

Riddlers can kill.

Of course, riddle makers never consider themselves riddle makers.

"You don't need to worry about Casca, which you mentioned. We have already made the necessary rescue preparations—it's just that this task fell to another... alien leader. He took the initiative to apply to me for this deal when faced with the threat of Chaos."

Eldrad's expression was strange, as if he were talking about an oddball he never wanted to mention.

“Although I don’t like him and his race, I have to admit... he is indeed very cunning.”

......

Steel Fist

In the flagship of the Steel Hand Legion, in a compartment undetectable by any probe, lay Casgar's hiding place.

Although she wasn't hung up like a roast duck, it seemed that in Philus's eyes, she was not much different from a "roast duck".

The black-tech psionic restraint device from Iron Hand restricted his movement; wrapped up like a dumpling, he couldn't do anything.

"Oh no... what are we going to do..."

Kaska felt a pang of misfortune as he noticed what appeared to be several more lipstick marks on his face.

Fortunately, out of fear of Casgar's psionic teleportation, Philus did not remove the anti-psionic straitjacket from his body, otherwise...

Kasgar feared that Fugrim would be so enraged that he would kick the crippled kobold off the brass throne on the spot and then sit on it himself.

But now... what means are there to save him?

In order to weaken Kasgar's will to resist, Philus even told him the details of the wager between the two Primarchs—but this was practically a guarantee that Fugrim would lose.

unless......

Unless there's something still lurking on the world map—the Emperor has already returned, so we can rule that out;

Most other Primarchs would be kept out by the unsuspecting Mortalian, who would claim that two Primarchs were making a bet!

And... and there are also some old charlatans from the Spirit Race!

That charlatan from the Spirit Clan, whose name I can't recall but is quite long, even had a past relationship with the Emperor himself. He might be able to come to the rescue!

And... there aren't many left. It seems that besides these, the only intelligent species left in the galaxy are the space undead!

(The short man was too short for Casca to see)

But which space undead would wake up at this time?! Except for that—

......

Steel Fist.

Aqua Duna's private training cabin.

Faced with five combat robotic arms attacking from all directions, the Second Company Commander of the Emperor's Son, after a moment of contemplation, chose to draw the sword from his other hand.

Even with the steel hand's mechanical arm moving swiftly and precisely when both swords were unleashed, it still couldn't gain the slightest advantage over Aqua.

Soon, under her fluid swordsmanship, the five training devices that were attacking her were stopped one by one.

As the last mechanical arm lost its ability to move, Aqua's gaze sharpened, and she thrust fiercely towards an open space to his right rear.

There was nothing there; it was as if Aqua was attacking thin air.

—But of course, her purpose was not to vent her anger on thin air.

"Who's there!"

With her angry shout, a dark green light suddenly appeared at the spot where she had previously thrust, and then, with the same agility, she dodged the sudden attack.

Only then was Aqua able to see the intruder's exact appearance.

That was an alien.

He was tall, no less than Astartes in size, and his body seemed to be made of some kind of silver metal, without any flesh and blood as a carbon-based life form.

The alien creature also held a staff that emitted strange energy, and the blue scale cloak it wore gave Aqua a sense of unreality, as if the creature both existed and did not exist at the same time.

"Who are you? Why have you come here?"

Aqua raised her sword with both hands and asked.

She had never seen an alien with this appearance before, and they had no way of knowing it.

But the other party still gave him a very powerful feeling, and was full of endless variables.

It was not something she could resist.

"My name is Tarachin, the Endless One, ruler of the world of Solemnace, and a voluntary protector of the history, artifacts, and events of the galaxy."

The alien even seemed to bow politely to her.

The King of Figurines, Tarasin the Endless.

“State your purpose.”