Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 25 At that time, the sons of emperors were still laughing.
"Of course not—"

Casca wanted to refuse outright.

But actually, it's hard to say.

As the originator of the Space Marine genetic engineering program, the Primarch possesses a deep-seated genetic authority over the Space Marines who receive his genetic seed.

Some even willingly allowed their offspring to be slaughtered.

Although there are ruthless individuals like Typhon who can "overthrow their superiors," this kind of suppression definitely exists and is effective, as for its specific effects...
He didn't know.

Faced with the highly probable possibility that he might become the other's Starfury, Kasgar fell silent.

Seeing that the other person was struggling with the idea, Fugrim chuckled and kissed him on the cheek before changing the subject.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

"Gentlemen, as the newly formed [Sons of the Emperor] of the Third Legion, let's take a group photo together."

She took out a camera and smiled at everyone.

"With pleasure, my lord."

Vespa paused for a moment, then answered.

"In the future, once we have a flagship, I will design a long corridor in the center of it."

"At that time, we will present the glory of the Third Army Corps and our arduous history to future generations through these artifacts."

"I've already thought of a name for the corridor: 'Road of Triumph'."

Inside the private cabin of the Imperial Dream, Fugrim waved the photographs in her hand with an air of smugness.

"And this photo marks the beginning of our glorious triumph!"

All arrangements for Chemos's next steps have been made, and negotiations with various factions within the Empire are progressing smoothly.

Not long after, Fugrim and Kasgar also boarded the Imperial Dream, crossed the Mandeville Point, and embarked on a long warp journey that would take several weeks.

During this period of utter boredom, they were able to enjoy a little leisure time.

"Let me see how the photos turned out."

Kaska looked at the photographs in her hand, carefully identifying each of the emperor's sons.

First, standing in the very center of the photo are him and Fugrim.

Behind them were the legion's three commanders.

The white-haired woman on the left, adorned in ornate power armor and sporting a confident smile, is one of the three current commanders of their Emperor's Sons, Ador.

"Aidor?"

Casca's lips twitched slightly.

It seems that the threads of fate have shifted slightly, causing Commander Edron to lose something important.

Nothing.

Although I couldn't save your small head, I'll save your big head this time.

Kaska offered her this comfort from afar.

Commander Abdron was positioned in the center next to him.

His expression was serious; compared to the previous glamorous idol commander, he now resembled a soldier.

As for the one on the right, that is Commander Vespasian.

He had short, chestnut-brown hair like a steel brush, dark skin, and a resolute and upright expression.

The true glory of this Third Legion stands upright in the photograph, like a Night's Watchman.

His bright, piercing eyes stared directly into the camera, as if trying to see right through it.

One familiar name after another flashed through the nerves of Casca's memory.

Some soldiers were unwilling to remove their helmets and show their faces in public.

Therefore, the true identities of the Casca are still unknown.

As for the silver-haired woman on the far right of the photo, with dark circles under her eyes and an impatient expression.
She wore a white lab coat over her power armor.

At the same time, unlike others, she had several spider-like "legs" on her shoulders. This is the origin of her nickname "Spider" in the legion.

Melusin, the chief pharmacist of the "Son of the Emperor".

“.Melushin”.

Casca frowned and slowly placed his fingers on her body.

The apothecary, Fabius Bayer, who is crucial to the future emperor's son and even the entire world, has disappeared.

Instead, his daughter from the original work, Melosin, was chosen.

Is this a sign that something is about to change in the future?

Or is it a chain reaction caused by the appearance of the female progenitor?
"Imagine, when the Great Expedition is complete and we've replenished our forces, the Third Legion, under my incredibly brilliant leadership, will perfectly overcome any challenge it encounters and become a model for all legions—"

Now, it's time for Fugrim's fantasy.

"By then"

"Hmph, I will lead the other returning Primarchs along this triumphant road, explaining to them the path of the Third Legion's revival, and then basking in their envious gazes!"

"They'll definitely say, 'Wow, no wonder she's the most powerful, beautiful, and intelligent Primarch, Vorgrim!'"

Casca chimed in, his voice strained.

"Ahhhhh, great Fugrim, we absolutely adore you!"

“Please tell us how you governed the planet for the Great Crusade and managed to do everything so perfectly!”

"We are all willing to take you as our role model and learn from you!"

"Please, please teach us!!!"

Whether other Primarchs would do the same remains to be seen, but Wolf King Lemanrus might actually do it.

Ever since he tasted the wine brewed by Fugrim at the banquet, this guy has been frantically trying to get close to the two of them.

He said that although the wine was a bit bland, if it could be mixed with wolf wine, it would taste incredibly fragrant, and the more you drank, the better it would become.

There's no doubt this guy would do anything, any kind of flattery, just to get a little wine.

"Hehehe, actually I'm not that great!"

"Hehe. Hehehe."

Fugrim tilted her fair chin up and let out a happy Tang laugh.

Seeing this, Casca smiled.

"Okay!"

"But words alone are not enough!"

Suddenly, Fugrim's smile vanished, and she swiftly rolled out of bed.

Although she was full of dreams for the future, she was never a dreamer who only talked the talk but didn't walk the walk.

Even though she is currently traveling in warp space, she must seize every opportunity to revive the entire Third Legion.

As the perfect Primarch, her actions will serve as an example for the entire Legion.

We must not let the emperor's hopes be dashed, nor can we allow the double-headed eagle emblem on our chests to be disgraced.

She has to be at her best at all times.

This is her responsibility, her duty.

"There is still a wealth of knowledge waiting for us to explore on this flagship; and there is still much more for us to accomplish for the cause of the future."

"Casca, please excuse me for a moment."

As she spoke, she hugged Casca and kissed him again, then hurriedly changed into a gorgeous purple robe, opened the door, and strode towards the library.

Hope so.

Hopefully, that will indeed be the case in the future.

Rather than becoming a dilapidated and filthy flagship, filled with utter depravity and folly, never to regain its former glory.
Let her slit the throat of a blue guy here who likes to fight one-on-one but can never win.

(End of this chapter)