Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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It's a point of contention.

The Human Empire is now

What? You're asking about titanium?

What is that?

Moreover, even if all of these guys attacked together, it wouldn't work.

Moreover, Kasgar also obtained an ancient artifact left behind by the ancient saint, a staff called [Weapon].

Through his efforts over the past few days, those originally powerful Chaos Gods have been completely wiped out in the Warp—such a feat that even the Emperor of Man could not achieve as well as Kasgar!

Kasgar single-handedly defeated all of humanity's enemies, except for the still-living Slaanesh!

Moreover, new information has come from the laboratory on the moon:

With the help of their pointy-eared demi-human allies, human scientists successfully mastered the use of the Web technology. With the opening of the lunar Web portal, the four star systems of the human world, excluding the central one, were successfully linked to the deep, deep ancient Terra. What used to require countless days and months and was prone to accidents, now only requires standing at one end of the Web portal to instantly reach the destination.

Although there are only a few points of the network in the vast world of millions, for humans who originally could only communicate through interstellar language, the lossless transmission function of the network has greatly helped to control the corruption and tax problems that used to plague the empire.

Moreover, as people master network technology, more ancient network nodes will be reopened in the future, and the future of mankind has never been brighter than it is now!

Although large transport ships still need to travel slowly through the subspace, with the advent of the Webway technology, the Imperium of Man will be able to directly control the worlds near these Webway nodes—and soon these nodes will become new regional hubs, bringing previously inaccessible areas under the Imperium's control.

All of this is thanks to the efforts of Loliman.

But the main reason is because of Kasgar—after his return, not only were the powerful Chaos Gods easily subdued by him, but even the originally impossible Web Path Project was turned into a possibility through his actions.

It can be said that he single-handedly stepped forward at a critical moment when the human empire was surrounded by external enemies and in internal chaos, protecting it from the invasion of Chaos and alien enemies. At the same time, he used diplomatic means to gain trustworthy allies and obtain from them the method that would allow humanity to escape the warp.

Casca is amazing!

The crowd cheered and sang his name, the choir sang of the centaur gold ring for him; even...

Even emperors, because of his honor and power, chose to abdicate and yield the golden throne to him—

......What?

Etc., etc!

What is the Emperor going to give me?

Oh my god, that scared me to death!

Realizing the impending danger, Casca suddenly opened its eyes.

Before me stood the familiar office of Holy Terra.

And in front of him was a mountain of unapproved administrative documents.

......

Boom, boom, boom.

Silence reigned all around, except for the pounding of his heart in Casca's chest.

So, it was all a dream...

Thank goodness it was just a dream, thank goodness it was just a dream...

Still shaken, Casca quickly took a few deep breaths.

All of this was a figment of his imagination after he fainted from exhaustion while reviewing the sudden surge of documents from the Imperial world in his office, all because the lunar portal had connected to nodes in other star systems...

Kasga glanced at the mountain of files that had piled up since the network connection was established, and scratched his head helplessly.

In the past, when Holy Terra was far removed from the millions of worlds of the Human Empire, most of the imperial worlds simply paid taxes and, at most, reported to Holy Terra when faced with invasions, natural disasters, man-made calamities, or internal rebellions.

These reports are often swallowed up for reasons such as poor interstellar communication or interference from subspace turbulence.

But now, since the Internet successfully connected to the human world, documents from all over the world have been delivered to Terra's Ministry of the Interior. Even Guilliman and Huron, the scapegoat typist servant she found not long ago, are unable to complete the task.

In the end, they could only ask Casca to help them with the grading.

But—for Casca, fainting just now seemed a bit abnormal.

Possessing the Phoenix Flame, he never feels hungry, tired, or dirty—no matter what happens, he only needs to use the Phoenix Flame to refresh himself and be fully revived.

How could he possibly be so exhausted that he fainted?

Although his physical structure is still human, his soul and warp energy seem to have completely transcended that realm. Now, let alone warp demigods like Vashtor, even if Slaanesh himself came before him, Kasgar was confident that he could fight him with the Old One's staff in his hand.

—His chances of winning are even greater now.

"It was most likely that Slaanesh who did it."

After a moment of contemplation (a few nanoseconds), Casgar came to a conclusion.

Ha, who else could it be?

Besides this guy, who else would consider sitting on the Golden Throne a reward?

Although this guy's plan almost succeeded, he always managed to slip up every time he was on the Golden Throne.

Slaanesh is a coward.

According to current reports throughout the Empire, cultist rebellions involving Slaanesh account for a small percentage of all rebellions. Most of them involve upper-class nobles who have gone mad with pleasure. As for reports of Slaanesh demons' activities in the human Empire, they can be traced back to Lucius, whom Kasgar first encountered when he awoke—although he was unwilling to admit that the guy was Lucius. Apart from that, even during the plague war ravaged by the Chaos Gods, there were no reports of any Slaanesh demon activities.

Even the steel hand corrupted by Slaanesh was not observed to appear.

These unruly fellows are surprisingly quiet.

Perhaps they are waiting for the right opportunity. After all, the human empire is now moving towards absolute power under the leadership of Kasgar. Even if the Slaanesh's entire sixth-ring army were to be mobilized now, they would only face the fate of being completely crushed.

Thinking of this, Casca stared quietly at the exterior wall of the luxurious office, looking in silence.

tired.

Although the body can be healed by the phoenix flames, the weariness of the soul can never be directly eliminated by the power of the flames—just as he cannot use the flames to help an old man regain his youth.

It is even less likely to help a little girl return to her original form.

Casca stretched.

It's been such a long time since I've had a proper rest.

Ever since he learned that he had traveled to Chemoth and into the Warhammer world, this has been the case—ten thousand years ago, he needed to constantly improve himself by the side of Fugrim, and then influence the salvation of the Legion and the rebellious Primarch, trying his best to prevent the Great Rebellion from happening.

Although it ultimately failed—at least it served some purpose.

Upon awakening ten thousand years later, with Primarch Fugrim missing, his identity being hunted down, and the human Empire beset by internal and external troubles, various Chaos Gods, alien forces, and internal rebellions appearing rapidly like a series of wrestling matches, he never had a proper moment to rest peacefully, whether before or after returning to Holy Terra.

Exhaustion and weariness filled his heart.

It's time to get out and about.

Kasgar put down the mountain of documents in his hand (Guilliman would handle them anyway, and he enjoyed doing this), picked up the simple ancient holy staff beside him, and walked out of the Ministry of the Interior's tower.

Several defensive fortresses away, the citizens of the Empire were still cheering and reveling—after the Sun Lord successfully reached an alliance with the Eldar, their demi-human allies, they could finally travel throughout the galaxy via the advanced network system.

The dream of the former emperor has been realized by the great Sun Lord!

Moreover, the Sun Lord led humanity to defeat countless enemies!

Seeing this, the other enemies of humanity could only hide and lie in the shadows, not daring to show themselves.

The human empire has marched towards victory, and only an absolutely bright future awaits them!

Yes, we've finally achieved victory...

Looking at the crowd still cheering and celebrating in the distance, Casca breathed a sigh of relief.

We won... Yes, we won.

"Casca."

His psychic power allowed him to sense the call from behind even before the sound could reach him.

"Forgrim? Are you tired too and want to rest?"

Kasga smiled slightly and said, his gaze continuing to follow the view out the window into the distance.

"Do not."

Fugrim looked somewhat sad. "I want to talk to you."

Chapter 290 Six Rings

"Uh... um?"

Kasgar's expression was somewhat unnatural. He felt Fugrim hugging him from behind, the gentle touch spreading across his back.

"Do you still have work to finish? How long will it take you to process those documents concerning the internal affairs of the human empire?"

"Forgrim... what's wrong?"

Casca sounded a little nervous.

Since his Primarch wife returned, he had indeed been busy running around the human empire dealing with the endless stream of human enemies, and he could say that he had been somewhat... indifferent to her care.

"nothing."

Fugrim could naturally understand Kasgar's predicament—it was because of his efforts that she was able to assist in the construction of the Network Node World in the name of the Imperial Warmaster—without Kasgar's help, she would still be in a state of split soul.

Moreover, back on Chemos, they had exchanged their ideals—that their sacrifices were nothing compared to the happiness of those still suffering.

She should have understood and known these things long ago.

but......

"I still miss the days when we didn't have to think about these things."

"Thirty years we spent together on Chemos."

Yes, thirty years.

Although they have all lived for over ten thousand years, those first thirty carefree years...

At the time, Fugrim was unaware of the secret of his origins. He regarded the stories of the stars in space as mere fairy tales, and could not possibly know the destiny and responsibility of the Great Expedition he would bear in the future.

As for Casca... his only thought at the time was to survive.

Survive the clutches of the god of chaos.

Although he never imagined that he would one day become the Sun Lord and Regent, overseeing all affairs of Terra, and that he would directly slay the Chaos God, whom he once feared so much, during an expedition.

"Back when I was on Chemos, I never imagined what I would be going through today."

"Speaking of thirty years—"

Fugrim immediately became serious.

"Emergency check!"

She quickly reached behind Casca and grasped his right arm, then climbed upwards until she saw the old gold ring still worn on his right hand, at which point a joyful smile returned to her.

He was still wearing that centaur gold ring.

Despite the passage of ten thousand years and the vicissitudes of life, he still wore this not-so-exquisite old gold ring on his right hand.

"Hmph, this is not bad."

Seemingly, the knot in her heart had eased somewhat. She smiled and rested her head on Casca's shoulder, quietly embracing him by the bedside without saying a word.

The time they have to rest is always very short.

Even though the Ministry of the Interior is filled with tens of thousands of clerks, the intelligence and reconstruction efforts coming from millions of worlds, as well as the arrangements and construction work for emerging network node cities, are completely beyond the Ministry of the Interior's current capacity to handle.

Training suitable new candidates takes time, and the human empire is currently in dire need of rebuilding. As a pillar of the world today, he cannot yet extricate himself from his heavy workload.

"I'm sorry, Fugrim."

"We still need to keep working hard—we cannot become complacent even with achievements—a bright future awaits us."

Being over ten thousand years old is the perfect time to strive and make a difference; we can't afford to squander the only opportunity for the human empire to rise to power.

This was a task he had to complete, and although Fugrim understood this, she also felt somewhat tired and weary from the bottom of her heart.

Now, having served as regents in the sacred Terra for some time, they could understand why Guilliman's ideal was to return to the countryside and find an agricultural world to farm; he could also understand why the Emperor wanted to retire from the world again after the Great Crusade ended and the Webgate was opened.

Moreover, the latter has been working in this position for seven thousand years.

Such dedication and sacrifice are truly moving.

But if he were to do the same thing to Casca, then so be it.