Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

A fool.

It chatteres in my ear every day, it's so noisy.

But without her, it always feels like something is missing.

Yes, it's "her".

Yulia is a female Space Marine.

Although it may sound horrifying, female Space Marines do exist in a few Legions.

This is thanks to the sex of the progenitor gene.

It is said that only in a few legions whose Primarchs are female will there be a possibility of having female Space Marines.

Of course, the Third Army is of most concern to everyone.

After all, those who can be compatible with and modified by the Third Legion's gene seed are all absolutely handsome men and beautiful women.

And that ghoul legion that no one wants to mention.

Nobody cares if there are any women among those lunatics.

If there is one, she's a crazy woman.

When female Space Marines appeared, some people on Terra questioned their existence.

What if new humans emerge from among the Space Marines?

However, according to subsequent research, just as the Custodians cannot reproduce with each other, the Space Marines also have a natural reproductive barrier and cannot have children.

But the doubts were never dispelled.

Who knows if some crazy pharmacist might modify the Space Marines' organs so they could reproduce with each other?

One of the clerk's important duties was to monitor whether they would cross the "red line".

"Come, come, Sykes!"

"Look at these buildings! How beautiful they are!"

Julia excitedly leaned closer to Sykes, sharing one photo after another sent back by the previous group of photographers who had logged in.

"Have you heard? Chemos was a dead star just a few decades ago, and now it's been transformed into a beautiful, technologically advanced city! All of this is thanks to the Primarch's political and ruling abilities!"

"Our Primarch—is truly amazing!"

"And, you know what—?"

"The Primarch has a mortal husband!"

"She got married! She got married a long time ago!"

Oh?

This piqued Sykes' interest.

This was the first time they had encountered a married Primarch.

What did the emperor say?

Yulia suddenly drew out her words, leaned closer to him mysteriously, and whispered.

"She even got into an argument with the Emperor over it!"

Chapter 21 Then, he closed his eyes (Part 3)

"What!?"

Sykes was startled.

The Primarch and the Emperor got into a fight?

"impossible."

"An emperor would never quarrel with his own children over such a trivial matter. Don't try to fool me."

Sykes looked serious.

The Emperor was not the kind of person to dwell on trivial matters of emotion, much less to make such an emotional critique of the Primarch's choice.

They were all his tools.

At least that's what the Imperial Guards all say.

"Even if I dared to lie to you, I wouldn't dare to spread rumors about the Emperor, Sykes!"

"That's absolutely true."

“If you don’t believe me, ask the Imperial Guards who are coming later,” Julia chuckled. “You’ve been with them in the guard of honor for so long. If you don’t believe me, you can’t possibly not believe them either, can you?”

Sykes remained silent for a moment after hearing what the other party said.

“I’m no longer a member of the honor guard, Julia.”

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

"I'm sorry, Sykes. I...I didn't mean to."

Her voice immediately dropped several octaves as she spoke softly.

"fine."

"It's all in the past anyway."

Sykes just laughed it off.

He was indeed a member of the honor guard before.

After the Proxima Centauri turmoil and the disappearance of the ships carrying the gene seeds, the Third Legion's numbers plummeted, rendering it unable to function independently, and they withdrew from the front lines.

Fortunately, they all came from ancient noble families in Terra and were more proficient in court etiquette. Therefore, the emperor arranged for them to serve as ceremonial attendants alongside the royal guards during his travels.

The ceremonial officer, Sykes, was one of them.

As a Third Legion Space Marine, he strives for perfection in everything and performs his duties as a member of the honor guard very well.

There, he received meticulous guidance from his mentor, the commander of the Third Legion.

That was his elder brother's best friend.

After his elder brother died in battle, this legion commander imparted all his knowledge of etiquette, combat, and tactics to others without reservation.

And Sykes lived up to expectations.

Under the other party's guidance, he made rapid progress and soon grew from an ordinary reconnaissance soldier into a company commander who could take charge on his own.

Even many of the Custodians who had previously looked down on the Space Marines gradually became his close friends.

Everything is going in a good place.

Even though rebuilding the Third Army was still fraught with difficulties, and even though all his brothers and sisters had died.

But there is still hope for the future.

Things will get better.

Sykes firmly believed this.

But fate is such a damn thing.

He will always deliver the most fatal blow just when you are about to have hope.

Sykes remembers it as a peaceful day.

A highly respected Imperial Army commander excitedly approached them and told them that the next batch of genetically modified seeds from the lunar laboratory was about to arrive.

The Third Army will be rebuilt soon!

He still remembers how excited he was at the time.

He also remembered that the Imperial Guards and their comrades-in-arms said words of praise to them, to bless the glorious Third Army Corps' rebirth from the ashes.

After a long wait, they finally reaped the fruits of their labor.

Overjoyed, he and the legion commander boarded the large transport ship, which was fully loaded with gene seeds, under the other party's guidance.

Then he saw the poisonous fog and the firelight.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you spacing out again!?"

Sextus heard Julia's shouts.

"It's time to board the landing craft."

"Cheer up, we're about to see the Primarch, it's a time to be happy."

"I really don't know what kind of person they are."

More and more Third Legion Space Marines gradually gathered in the hall.

They, too, will soon travel with them to the surface of Chemos to confront the Gene Primal.

"Relax, Sextu."

"No matter what the final outcome may be, your actions have proven that you are the noblest Space Marine in my heart, and the Emperor's most devoted servant."

The Imperial Guard strolled past him and gently patted his terracotta shoulder guards.

That was the Shield Guard company commander who escorted them there.

He whispered in Sykes' ear.

".Thanks."

Sykes answered and squeezed into the landing craft along with the other Third Army soldiers.

Landing craft. Yes, landing craft.

That's how they boarded the landing craft and got onto the transport ship that was full of genetic seeds.

However, they were not greeted with flowers and applause.

It was an internal rebellion.

In an instant, guns roared and shouts filled the air.

The Imperial Army commander who led them here was already a member of the Lunar Gene Cult!

He betrayed the empire long ago, and he betrayed them long ago!

The landing Space Marines were immediately divided and surrounded. Countless modified cultists, armed with biological weapons and accompanied by various ferocious and terrifying genetically modified monsters, rushed towards them like a tidal wave.

They even released an extremely insidious viral fog to contaminate all of them, the Space Marines!

Personnel were scattered, weapons and equipment were insufficient, and command and communication were cut off.

The situation was very unfavorable for them.

At this critical juncture, Sykes' mentor, the commander of the Third Legion, stepped forward in the face of danger.

"All soldiers of the Third Army Corps!"

"Come to my place and defend the gene seed bank to the death!"

"We cannot let these scum stain our future!"

"We—will once again rebuild the Third Legion amidst the flames!"

Sykes' remaining memories of that battle were nothing but endless fighting and defense.

During the battle, he and his mentor commander fought with all their might to reach the gene seed bank, relying on their hopes to repel wave after wave of attacks.

"We must hold this place!"

"This is our hope for the reconstruction of the Third Army!"

Faced with endless attacks from enemies, he was exhausted many times and nearly collapsed.

But for that elusive hope, for the Third Legion that was about to be reborn.

Also for the legion commander who fought with all his might to slay the most dangerous genetically modified monsters and perished together with the besieging enemies.

Sykes fought to the very last moment.

Only when he watched as the traitors were wiped out by the arriving reinforcements did he finally collapse in a pool of blood, relieved.