Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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"Please forgive us for being late, Commanders."

"Let's shut down the weapon's disintegration field first. We're going to wreak havoc on the enemy's warships later."

As they spoke, another surge of psionic energy rose upwards around them.

This mysterious person, who doesn't seek identification, is about to teleport them all away from here!

This might be their only chance of survival, if the person before them could truly be trusted—

Only now were the two commanders able to clearly see the specific appearance of the armor of the person in front of them.

"Imperial Skyhawk? Imperial Prince color scheme... Just who are you?"

Saltak was still pondering why this person had suddenly appeared, while Otis beside him was already speechless with astonishment.

"You...you are—"

Click.

At that very moment, the psionic spell was completed, and the teleportation to the interior of the mysterious black warship was activated.

At that very moment, the Void Shield could not withstand the relentless bombardment and was overloaded during the continuous barrage of light spears.

"Casgar!?"

As Otis uttered his last words, the light of psionic teleportation enveloped his entire body, and the three of them vanished into the intense heat of the light spear bombardment, a heat capable of melting everything.

......

"Brothers, get ready to board!"

"For Brother Huron!"

"For Asuyan!!!"

"For...for our pirate crew!"

"Charge!!!"

The shouts were somewhat chaotic.

Just as everyone in the Sad Galaxy was trying to avoid the fleet pouring out from the subspace rift, this unknown pirate fleet that appeared from the outer edge of the galaxy charged straight into the barrage of fire as if it were fearless of death.

Countless pirate ships, equipped in every way possible, began boarding the ships of the mysterious fleet.

Boarding!

Despite the diverse mix of pirates, even their fighter jets and warships were not standardized. A motley crew of all sorts of aircraft, torpedoes, and laser cannons rose and fell around the warships.

Although the mysterious fleet's flagship was heavily armed, it seemed to be trying to avoid being recognized, as the entire fleet consisted of only a handful of escort ships and destroyers.

Although the pirates were a motley crew, their strength lay in their sheer numbers and perseverance. They relentlessly charged towards the summit, and some of the Eldar pirate ships, even those covered by holographic fields, actually cooperated with humans, whom they had previously looked down upon.

This is truly unheard of.

During this relentless and reckless attack, a beam of psionic teleportation flashed, and the two landed safely on the mysterious flagship that had been boarded by pirates.

It was Otis, the leader of the Casgar and Red Scorpion chapters.

As for the Mantis Warriors' leader, Kasgar had just teleported him to the Mantis Warriors' flagship, which was leaving unimpeded.

And before leaving, he reviewed the memories in his mind with the psionic fire—he wouldn't remember Kasgar's appearance or appearance now, only that a powerful psionicist had saved him.

As for the remaining two...

"Hero Casgar! It's you!"

"You're alive!!!"

Before they had even fully landed, the Red Scorpion commander's high-pitched shout had already begun—

Well, enveloped in the flames of Casca, it can't get out anywhere.

"Chapter Commander Otis, I understand how you feel right now."

"But please know one thing—the Inquisition will consider Huron’s power to be beyond their control, and one day they will use the same reasoning to conclude that I am the same."

Casca cannot reveal his identity yet.

In particular, he is currently on the wanted lists of both the Grey Knights and the Inquisition.

Even if the Grey Knights didn't pursue him under the guise of the Ultimate Decree, Kasgar still couldn't reveal that he had already awakened.

Guilliman's experience taught him that even if you are the son of God of the Emperor, even if you possess the entire five hundred worlds of Alteramar, even if you have the full support of all your sons and grandsons.

Once you enter the gates of the Holy Terra Palace, you'll have to have a good fight with that High Lord.

Moreover, the current Highlord Council is controlled by Highlord Van Diehl.

With a person like that, how could he tolerate Casca?

"I need to temporarily borrow a false identity to operate within the human empire and accumulate power."

"Vandil's ambition is too great. If I go to Holy Terra when I am not strong enough, I will only end up with the Siege of Terra 2.0 and another civil war in the human empire under his instigation."

"Your considerations are very insightful, sir."

As Casca spoke, Otis nodded slightly in agreement.

"That's right. So now, and for a long time to come, I will need to lobby back and forth through the sons of the Emperor to restore the Emperor's Sons to their former legion size through constant reorganization."

"And for this first step, I need your help, Otis, the leader of the Red Scorpion Chapter."

"It is my duty! For the sake of humanity!"

Otis knelt on one knee, made the Eagle Salute with his hand in front of his chest, and looked at the other person with unwavering eyes.

In his view, his life had ended the moment the transit station was attacked by a mysterious force not long ago.

Now, not only have I been given a second life, but I am also fortunate enough to have the opportunity to walk alongside ancient mythological heroes and save the fate of the human empire!

Otis's eyes were filled with tears.

Finally... finally!

The guy he had been waiting for, the one who could save the human empire once again, had finally arrived!

After Guilliman fell into a near-permanent slumber, and as the entire human empire relentlessly and madly veered into the abyss, finally someone was able to stand up and turn the tide, preventing the empire from collapsing!

"For humanity."

Casca gestured an eagle across his chest in return.

"However, these ambitious goals are for the future."

"As for now, I am just a champion warrior of the Red Scorpion Legion."

As he spoke, Kasgar's figure shifted, instantly transforming into a Red Scorpion Chapter Space Marine who appeared to be unremarkable in any way.

It looks unremarkable.

"As for the rest, we'll talk while we kill."

As Casca finished speaking, the flames surrounding the two of them dissipated, and the sounds of battle once again filled their ears.

"Let's go, follow me to kill the enemy!"

......

“Tell me, Otis, how did you come to know me in this power armor, and why did I not awaken in the Sons of the Emperor's fortress monastery, but in some corner of a hive I've never heard of?”

After connecting to the encrypted communication channel, Casca was finally able to speak freely with the other party.

Finally, we've found someone who can answer this question!

I'm in a real hurry!

This question had been stuck in Casca's mind for a long time.

He couldn't understand it—since the Sons of the Emperor was such a glorious warband, why would his people wake up in the hive?

When the Red Scorpion Captain recognized him the moment he saw the armor on his body, Kasgar knew that this guy must know something about his awakening.

"My lord, as the leader of the Imperial Guard, I can only provide the information I have about this matter."

"explain."

Kasgar casually cleaved through a Chaos Space Marine blocking his way and led Otis forward.

"The plan to awaken you was carried out around the thirty-ninth millennium... at which time Guilliman, the last imperial son, had fallen into a long slumber, and the Empire needed a leader to guide us forward."

"In a secret meeting of our Sons of the Emperor's group, we ultimately chose to awaken you as the solution."

"Of course, this is just the execution time; the plan began the day you fell into a deep sleep. The Grand Pharmacist Melusin may have been researching how to solve the problems your body would have to endure when you woke up."

"When the research hit a bottleneck, we were fortunate to receive help from the great sage Kaul from the Cult of Mechanism. He proposed that we could contain the ever-increasing spiritual energy by using a set of tightly circulated power armor."

So far, everything has gone smoothly.

"Hmm, it's amazing that Kaul and Bayer were able to work together to save me in this world."

"and then?"

Then how did he fly from the Fortress Monastery of the Sons of the Emperor to the bottom of the Hive City?

"Then......."

Otis spoke with some hesitation.

"I'm not entirely clear on the specifics either. The parent organization has blocked the relevant information, and even I can't find out the truth."

"But according to the official records of the Imperial Archives, just as Caul and Melusin were about to deliver one of their crucial research projects, Abaddon launched his twelfth Black Expedition to the Son of the Emperor's homeworld."

Ugh.

Sure enough, it's this guy with the pointy head.

The official explanation was that the emperor's son had been invaded by an evil force, resulting in damage to a certain legion's artifact...

"But now it seems that, in order to prevent you from waking up, they transferred the static field in which you were not yet fully awake to their world."

"I roughly understand."

With Casca's next move, yet another traitor who dared to stand in their way was decapitated by the Astartes.

At their current pace, the warship's main bridge is just ahead.

"If that's the case, what is the current situation of the Sons of the Emperor's Warband? After ten thousand years, have they changed in any way?"

"Besides the Grand Pharmacist Melusin, is there anyone else I know?"

"Uh......"

The usually outspoken Chapter Commander Otis was momentarily... hesitant.

You paused, didn't you!

"?"

"What's going on? What's wrong with the Sons of the Emperor's Legion?"

Casca had a bad feeling.

It was like the ominous premonition Phyllis had when she saw the steel hand made entirely of machinery from the 40K era on the wrecked spaceship.

No?

Wasn't it supposed to be that the Imperial Princes were the most heroic of all the warbands?

If I heard you correctly, you paused for a moment, right?

"The Sons of the Emperor... are indeed a very powerful warband, and their dedication and sacrifice for the Empire are evident to all."

Otis tried his best not to offend anyone with his words.

"But if you want to know the specifics... you may need to see it for yourself to find out."

"Ok."

There is currently no better way for Casca to do this.

He needs a place where he can develop peacefully, far away from the political center of the human empire.

The trade license that was obtained from the Emperor was originally intended to deal with the Prophet's situation.

Unfortunately, the trading license for wandering merchants that he had obtained from the emperor was not on his person.

When Casca awoke, there was nothing but this meticulously crafted suit of armor.