Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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Kaiseron: "?"

In a life-or-death situation, don't disgust your brother, okay?

......

Shadowmoon Wolf Outpost.

"Hoo... Locken."

The remaining loyalists of Shadowmoon Wolves, through their valiant fighting, defeated the Titan legion of the Iron Hand fleet.

"Togardon! How are you now?!"

But the result was equally disastrous.

The second company commander of Shadowmoon Wolf, Togaton, had lost half of his body in the enemy's artillery fire, and judging from his condition, it seemed that he was beyond saving.

"Don't be sad for me... that ship spirit's hand can't rest on my shoulder anymore, cough cough."

Togarden smiled as he looked at the half of his body that was now gone.

Indeed, he no longer has that half of his shoulder.

"To die for a great human expedition... I am content."

"No...believe me, Togardon! I'll teach that bastard Abaddon a lesson. We'll all return alive, and then we'll be able to embark on our expeditions again, just like Horus—"

"Haha." Togarden's eyes were almost closed, but he struggled to open them again.

"The Great Expedition..."

His gaze was fixed on the sky.

That was the view of the moon high in the sky from the perspective of István III.

“Loken… do you still remember the oath you took when you joined the Council of the Four Kings?”

"remember."

Loken recalled the ceremony on Terra, after Cyyanus's sacrifice, in which Abaddon and the others introduced him as the next member of the Council of the Four Kings.

It wasn't that long ago, so he still remembers it vividly.

Even if you want to forget, you can't.

"...You must swear an oath to us, an oath as unbreakable as your previous oaths."

Abaddon held a bowl of water in his hand and swore an oath while looking at the moon reflected in it.

"A vow between men. A cold, pure, and very, very long vow. It is a promise between brothers, not some magical contract. We stand together under the moonlight and swear that only death can separate us."

"But now? Do our vows still stand?"

Togarden said, forcing a smile.

"No vow can remain unchanged forever, and no mission can be upheld forever. The Great Expedition is no exception."

"Only this bright moon... will witness all of this."

“Loken... Gavial Loken.”

"Keep going, keep moving forward."

......

Three months.

On Planet Istvan III, the guerrilla warfare lasted for three months.

The Steel Hand's artillery fire and steel manpower were constantly being consumed by assassinations on this unremarkable planet, but they were never able to achieve their goal of wiping out the entire planet.

Especially the most crucial ones, Fugrim and Kasgar, are still hiding in the planet's extensive underground facilities, like rats evading Philus's pursuit.

Even in terms of firepower and numbers, the Iron Hand has the advantage.

But judging from the final casualties, those damned sons of the emperor and the Shadowmoon Wolves actually had an advantage over their Iron Hands!

This result does not match the data calculated by Philus.

They were not capable of doing that... whether it was weaponry, information transmission, or manpower, the Iron Hand had an overwhelming advantage over the enemy.

As for morale, how could scattered soldiers possibly be a match for fearless steel?

But that's just how reality is.

Despite being at a severe disadvantage, her opponent achieved a feat that Philus could hardly imagine... This naturally piqued her curiosity.

Is it Fugrim? Or Kasgar?

Once we catch them, we must thoroughly investigate this matter.

As a result, Phyllis intensified the Steel Hand Legion's search efforts on the surface.

......

“Philos is increasing the frequency of her searches, and in order to speed things up, she is reducing the number of people she is with.”

In the underground combat facility, Casgar carefully analyzed the data and information that the Legion soldiers had risked their lives to transmit to him.

During these three months of guerrilla warfare, the Son of the Emperor's troops lived up to their name.

This time, all the emperor's sons lived up to their names!

Most of the signals from the surface troops have been lost.

Some have been confirmed dead, while many more troops lost communication signals during guerrilla movements and their current fate is unknown.

Let's just assume they're missing; they're definitely still fighting somewhere.

Casca always comforted himself with this thought.

Now is the time for their sacrifices to bear fruit!

"Although Philus always tries to suppress her emotions, she still gets anxious and flustered when she can't find us for a long time."

"This time, we will gather the last forces from the Son of the Earth Emperor, and engage in the final showdown when she gets close!"

Kasgar scanned the list of Space Marines he could currently contact.

"Tavetz, Lucius, Solomon... and Loken of Shadowmoon Wolves..."

Casca dared not speculate on the ultimate fate of those companies that had lost contact—but in any case, this would be their last battle.

As the Iron Hand Royal Guard, part of the oracle system, drew ever closer to them, Casgar temporarily put these distracting thoughts aside.

"Everyone—get ready."

......

"Stop."

Walking on the scorched earth of Istvan III, Philus suddenly stopped all the steel guards in their tracks.

"She's found it! Pull the trigger!"

In the next instant, countless cluster bombs buried in the surrounding ground exploded, sending mud mixed with lethal fragments hurtling towards Philus's steel army.

Unfortunately, the effect was minimal—the moment Phyllis sensed the bomb, she ordered the Iron Warriors to raise their shields in defense.

With the Primarch himself at the helm, this steel army will be even more terrifying in combat than the Custodian Army.

"really."

"After seeing so many former company commanders and soldiers here,"

Seeing the large number of Space Marines pouring out with the explosion, Philus quickly assessed the current situation based on calculations.

—This is the enemy's last-ditch counterattack.

"Philus!"

Even Fugrim reappeared after hiding for several months.

I will end your madness!

Crazy, huh...?

Trying to stop a chariot with such a ridiculous futile effort, aren't you the ones who are crazy?

[All Steel Hand units, cease your search and assemble at my location.]

Attack all the Emperor's Sons, but do not attack Casgar.

"This is......"

Watching the steel warriors around him scatter and fight in other directions, Casgar stood alone in an open space as if he had been ignored.

Phyllis has information about those two scoundrels.

She witnessed firsthand how Fugrim suddenly unleashed her power and instantly killed the orc warlord when Kasgar was severely injured.

She also understood that this situation would only occur when Casca was about to be harmed.

As for this situation, it's quite simple to handle.

—Just ignore him.

.......

The situation doesn't seem to be in Casca's favor.

Faced with Filus, who is now almost a demon, Fugrim can only barely hold his own.

"Stop!!"

Just as Philus easily repelled Fugrim with her iron fist, Kasgar swung his power sword and slashed at Philus's head.

"No! Casgar!!"

Seeing Kasgar suddenly rush out to fight Filus, Fugrim's eyes widened with tension, and a top-secret killing move was about to be unleashed—

But when facing Kasgar, Naphrus gently swayed him aside and continued to pursue the injured Fugrim.

It seemed that in the instant he turned his head, his eyes were still filled with a mocking disdain.

"Damn it! Come back and face me!"

"No! Casgar, I'll take care of this!"

Fugrim struggled to his feet again and looked at Phyllis.

What a cheesy couple...

But today, we're all going to die here.

Without a moment's hesitation, Phyllis wielded Medusa's Blade, leaving a blurry afterimage that Kasgar couldn't even see, as she met the struggling Vogrim head-on.

......

This is a battle he shouldn't be involved in at all...

The shouts of battle still shook the heavens and the earth. The remaining troops of the Emperor's Son fought desperately against the Iron Hand, blood splattering everywhere and severed limbs flying everywhere.

The flesh and blood of the Emperor's Sons warriors could not last long.

The same goes for Fugrim.

Every second he stands here is paved and fought for by countless sons of emperors who risked their lives for him.

And what the hell did he change in this messed-up universe?

On the scorched earth, Casca was heartbroken.

During those three months, he endured painful trials he had never experienced before.

Everything he feared most was happening again before his eyes, an unstoppable recurrence.

It's still fratricide, still rebellion and division; in this world, everything seems to be a predetermined fate, like puppets on strings by the Four Gods.

That's right, your actions are meaningless, and your plan is worthless.

You can't change anything, and neither can the cursed... This is your fate.

Join us... to live again in this filthy world... to truly live.

Casgar: "......."

Following the source of the sound, he saw four shrill, laughing phantoms.