Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 31 Drink, Lucius
After undergoing a series of comprehensive physical examinations, Casca was returned to the Imperial Sons' recruit camp.

The transformation process for Space Marines typically takes 5-10 years.

During this period, new recruits are usually assigned to the regimental recruit company and undertake some reconnaissance-related tasks.

Only after the final surgery—the implantation of the black armor—is completed will the recruit receive the power armor that will accompany him for life (except for the unlucky ones who join the Dreadnoughts) and become a formal Space Marine.

The training time and methods for recruits vary from legion to legion. The Emperor's Sons Legion, which strives for perfection, trains for an even longer period than other legions.

It not only includes the essential training programs for general Space Marines, but also requires every son of the Emperor to study on Mars, court etiquette, and art painting.

Only when every recruit has received sufficient training and can perform everything perfectly will he be given the responsibility of becoming a true son of the emperor.

In addition, with the entire legion's personnel dwindling and the veterans almost gone, the Emperor naturally did not impose excessive performance pressure on them.

This also allowed the Third Army Corps to stay safely in the rear and complete the preparations needed for the expedition.

Therefore, Casgar still needs to continue training before he can officially engage in combat.

"Go for it, Lucius!"

"You're so lucky to be able to enjoy our master's perfect cooking skills. I'm so envious of you."

"You envy me!"

Lucius was furious.

Despite his angry curses, he dared not pause for a moment while wielding his sword.

The new recruit opposite him, meticulously wielding his training sword, was a new disciple of the Sword Saint Aqua, a newcomer from the Terran race.

Sol Tavitz.

Lucius disliked him very much.

It could even be described as jealousy.

But he was so much more pleasing to the eye than that guy Casca.

Only through comparison can the value of Sol Tavec be truly appreciated.

"Who was it that just said they were determined to win? Huh?"

"If you want to eat it so badly, why don't you go eat it yourself—!"

Snapped!
Just as he was about to debate with Casca, Thor's sword spotted an opening and struck him squarely on the shoulder.

"Concession."

Sol Tavitz remained expressionless, showing little excitement at his victory over his opponent.

He merely took a few steps back, breathed a sigh of relief, and was thankful that he had escaped the tragic fate of having dinner with Aqua.

“Drink up, Lucius.”

"This is your destiny."

Casca smiled and handed him a glass of liquid that emitted a strange green light.

"What is this?"

"The Space Marines' nutritious porridge will help your body recover and grow."

Sword Saint Aqua remained noncommittal.

"Drink it quickly, and remember to tell me how you feel after you finish so I can improve the formula."

Lucius's expression was bitter.

He tentatively leaned in and took a sniff.

Then, his once handsome face suddenly contorted in pain.

Although he is still a new recruit, the nutritious porridge shouldn't be glowing green, right?

what?
"Being free from external interference is a prerequisite for becoming a qualified gladiator."

Aqua spoke impatiently, seemingly very dissatisfied with Lucius's performance earlier.

"A bet's a bet, Lucius."

Lucius took the cup with trembling hands. He glanced at the viscous liquid that was glowing with an eerie green light, then looked up at the Sword Saint Aqua.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see even the slightest bit of pity in the other person's eyes.

I am doomed to die today.

"Okay! Let's drink!"

He displayed a fearless courage, gulping down the entire glass of liquid in one go!
"woooooo"

"Ugh... ahhh—"

".ah."

His eyes rolled back, his limbs stiffened, and he lay down on the ground, writhing a few times like a maggot.

It looks like it.

"Stop pretending, get up and keep training."

Aqua kicked Lucius, who was lying on the ground seemingly oblivious to his fate, in a fit of pique.

"If you don't get up within three seconds, you'll have to keep drinking tomorrow too."

Upon hearing this, the latter leaped up with incredible speed and immediately stood up.

A perfect military posture, a resolute gaze.

And the fear of his tragic fate tomorrow prompted him to rise from the dead and continue to serve the emperor!

During the three months of reformation in Casca, such struggles and farces continued to unfold between the two recruits, Thor and Lucius. Thor was also extremely talented in swordsmanship, but he was a guy who didn't like to show his face.

However, under the threat of dinner from his mentor Aqua, he had no choice but to show his true skills to fight her.

There's no reward for winning, and there's a punishment for losing.

Therefore, in their struggles, Lucius always lost more often than he won.

It wasn't until Kaska completed some modifications that she returned to Aqua to continue her training.

Having undergone the transformation, Lucius is eager to get back at Casgar and avenge his previous defeat.

I can't beat Thor Tavitz, fine, but I can't beat you?

Unfortunately, he really couldn't beat Casgar.

The Emperor's special modifications to Casgar seem to have made him faster and more powerful than the average Space Marine.

Although they are still Space Marines with two hearts and three lungs, their actual combat stats are almost on par with those of the newly formed Custodians.

Written as a Space Marine, but read as a Forbidden Army.

Lucius, who already struggled against Casca, was now completely helpless against Casca.

This is not fair!

That's what Lucius wanted to shout.

But having just downed a large cup of "nutritious porridge," he seemed to have little strength left to shout.

"Thor, Lucius, you two take a break. Give the field to me and Casgar."

“All three of you are quite talented. Carefully observe the changes in the sword moves; the rest is up to you to figure out.”

As Aqua spoke, she jumped onto the training cage.

"Come on up, Casca."

"Let me see how much you've improved these days."

"it is good."

Kasgar smiled and nodded, then leaped into the ring.

A swift, gust of swordplay, accompanied by a series of melodious clanging sounds, exploded around the two of them.

Even though Thor and Lucius were both swordsmanship prodigies, the swordsmanship of the two men before them still dazzled them.

The stalemate lasted for half a minute before Aqua finally managed to knock Kaska to the ground with a single sword strike.

half a minute.

Upon seeing this, Thor and Lucius's eyes narrowed.

Even if the instructor held back slightly, the fact that Kaska could withstand the sword saint Aqua Duna for half a minute shows that, in terms of combat ability, he already has the qualifications to become a company commander.

For a recruit who hasn't even fully undergone the transformation to achieve this level, imagine what he'll be like after he completes the transformation and his swordsmanship improves.
How terrifying must his combat abilities be?

"continue?"

Aqua raised her head, drew her sword, and asked.

"continue."

Falling into the ground, Kaska's eyes showed no defeat, only boundless fighting spirit.

Being able to fight the strongest swordsman in the Great Crusade with all his might, even if Kasgar has to eat the food cooked by the other party, it's still worth the price of admission!

"it is good."

Despite her cold demeanor, she still managed a rare smile.

Deep within Terra Palace.

The hunched old man, draped in a linen robe, had the sound of his psionic staff striking echoing across the magnificent marble palace floor.

The old man found him.

"My lord."

"Forgive my bluntness, but in the days I've been observing Number Twenty-One, I haven't found him to have even the slightest bit of psionic talent."

He didn't sense anything particularly special about Casca.

Could it be that he made a mistake?

"This is normal, no need to worry, my friend."

"Before he truly awakens, his potential will continue to accumulate like a volcano."

"When will this volcano erupt, my lord?"

"Maybe soon, maybe never."

he replied.

"Just like how Horus, that kid, suddenly awakened from being a thug into a Primarch, he still needs more to truly unleash his full power."

"An opportunity, an epiphany."

"Hiss, it hurts so much, but it feels so good!"

After a day of exhilarating training, Casca strolled leisurely toward his room.

"Huh? What is this?"

There seemed to be an extra fine, golden-red crack on the web of his right palm, more so than usual.

(End of this chapter)