Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"The first step is to welcome the new prototype."

"This is a sacred mission bestowed upon us by the Emperor, and it is the first time that the Emperor has entrusted this task to the Primarch to oversee its completion."

Fugrim was naturally very honored by this.

This is the first time in history that the head of the Emperor and the Empire has been able to welcome the newly returned Primarch.

This was undoubtedly a glorious moment for the son of the emperor.

"But even a combined fleet of three legions must have a hierarchy. When we go to greet them, please allow me to volunteer that the Emperor's son, who is most skilled in etiquette and ceremonies, should serve as our guide and mentor for the return of the new Primarch."

As a member of the Imperial Guard who had accompanied the Emperor on his campaigns, the son of the Emperor was naturally more suitable to handle political tasks such as the return of the original body.

In fact, Fugrim was also puzzled as to why the Emperor would send the unrelated Iron Warriors of the Assault Legion and the Death Guards, who used biological weapons tactics, along with them.

One tin can, one poison can

Is this really meant to welcome the Primarch, or to scare them away?

"I agree with Fugrim's proposal."

Perhaps Mortalian liked to argue, but he wasn't stupid; he knew that only the emperor's son could handle such ceremonial duties.

After all, you can tell just by looking at his own appearance.

A pale, thin, and seemingly frail person like myself is certainly no match for the second most beautiful princess in the universe.

But out of the corner of Mortalian's eye, he seemed to see that Peturabo was eager to try.

He must have some new ideas.

He wore a gloating expression over his mouth beneath the respirator.

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"Your Legion is indeed very well-versed in etiquette. Fugrim, I cannot deny that."

Peturabo said.

"but--"

OK, but here comes the turning point.

"I do not trust a legion that entrusts its fate to a legion controlled by a sorcerer, and I will not choose to act based on so-called prophecies."

As he spoke, his gaze, along with that of the Iron Ring Automaton behind him, fell upon Kasgar, who stood beside Fugrim.

“Forgrim, as one of the Primarch brothers and sisters, I am willing to remind you of this.”

"Do not rely on untrustworthy wizards, no matter how deep your bond may have been."

No one knows how time will change a person.

Perturabo's gaze remained fixed on Kasgar, who was standing next to Fugrim.

"Therefore, our Iron Warrior Legion refuses."

Is this targeting me?

Casca felt a strange sense of unease.

Wait a minute, shouldn't the first person to attack me when I'm playing psionics be Mortalian, that absolute anti-psionicist?

Why did Peturabo choose to fire first?

Okay, let's just say that for now.

“Lord Peturabo, I have served the Emperor’s son for over a hundred years since the Emperor descended upon Chemos.”

"Among them, he fought alongside numerous Primarch Legions and, as the Chief Lord Commander of the Emperor's Son, participated in hundreds of battles, large and small, during the Great Crusade, without failing in any of them."

Although it may seem that no major battles were fought, in the great era of the Great Expedition, when the emperor himself still traveled the world and led the troops, there were simply no major battles that were threatening enough.

However, interstellar travel takes a long time each time, and the garbage time from subspace travel makes it even longer.

Conquering a galaxy already requires weeks of preparation, not to mention the need for sweeping and relocation across star sectors.

In short, from the beginning of the Great Crusade until now, Kasgar has performed flawlessly in every campaign he has been able to participate in, to the point that even Fugrim has nothing to criticize.

As for the strange spiritual power in his hands...

"The Emperor once spoke with me privately about my power and advised me to retain it."

"If Lord Peturabo has any further questions, I'm afraid I cannot answer them."

Don't ask, the Emperor has already given his permission.

“Good.” Perturabo sneered. “To so blatantly bewitch so many Primarchs in the name of prophecy and use psychic power to modify their legions.”

"Casca, do you know what you're doing?!"

"You mean I can't yet doubt your witchcraft?"

His words became increasingly vehement.

Perhaps seeing that this commander, the son of the emperor, dared to stand up and contradict him, Peturabo's tone became even sharper.

"My abilities are the embodiment of the Emperor's will; to doubt my own power is to doubt the Emperor's will."

Casca continued to use the Emperor as a cover for itself.

No matter what you say, the emperor has agreed.

The Nicaea meeting hasn't even started yet. Even if he really used psychic power, would Peturabo really bring charges against Kasgar because of that?

Emperor: "I have no objection."

The Emperor thinks Casca is good, so what are you still arguing about?

"Incomprehensible."

But he just kept his mouth shut.

If his own war blacksmith dared to stand up to him like that, he'd probably be stuffed into the Dreadnought the next second.

Or, like Danotik, send them to a remote planet to fend for themselves.

How dare you talk to me like that? Is your legion's fearlessness wholesale?

But Kasgar is the commander of the Emperor's Sons, and also the husband of the Primarch Sisters.

Their status was far higher than that of ordinary Space Marines.

Although it's still not as good as the original body, it's enough to prevent him from losing his temper at will.

“Brother Peturabo, I understand your concerns about psychic power.”

"But in the return of the new Primarch, Casgar did not give our army any instructions for the future, nor did he require any additional psionic rituals."

Seeing this, Fugrim smiled and stepped in to smooth things over.

However, when the topic of "psychic magic rituals" came up, all that appeared in Forgrim's mind was the image of someone standing atop the hive, chanting incantations—

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Centaur Gold Ring

My God, is this what he meant by a large-scale witchcraft ritual?

"I have reservations about this, Mortalian. What do you think of the Emperor's Son's use of witchcraft?"

“Brother, I’ve never liked those guys who play with fire and get burned when it comes to witchcraft.”

Motalian said, seemingly enjoying the spectacle.

In any case, he was absolutely opposed to any form of psionic power—aside from navigators, he believed that the human empire had no need for any form of psionic beings.

In the end, they didn't even need navigators anymore (meaning they were all killed by Typhon).

"I've heard that none of the Emperor's sons are psionic users, except for this man named Casgar Sherlock."

"and many more."

As Motalian continued his eloquent speech, following Peturab's lead, his words suddenly froze.

His eyes also became insecure, filled with hesitation and evasion.

He suddenly looked down at his fidgeting fingers, then looked up again and repeatedly scrutinized Kasgar standing behind Fugrim. He repeated this action several times.

Until he spoke again in disbelief:

"Are you even human?"

Numerology.

A feng shui divination mysticism with Barbarossa characteristics.

Although Mortalian has always been vehemently opposed to psionic powers, in the process of opposing them, he also dialectically studied psionic knowledge and came up with a unique algorithm that does not require the involvement of psionic powers (in his view, it is unnecessary) – numerology.

This is not psychic power; it's a unique science!

It's exactly the same as someone who claims they're not a god.

Even without the involvement of psychic powers, it is still possible to make predictions about future events through mathematical calculations.

Mortalian has always had deep confidence in his numerology.

With the help of this mathematics, he arranged his [death shroud] to never deviate from their original body by a distance of 7*7=49 steps.

He believes that as long as he can still use numerology, he can handle most situations he encounters.

As for whether it's actually effective...

It's hard to say there isn't.

—He figured out that Kaska was not actually a human.

Bold monster!

I can tell right away that you're not human!

But that's really strange.

If Casca isn't human, then what is he? Mortalian scrutinized the Space Marine in his magnificent power armor, completely at a loss.

This person is a Space Marine who has been completely modified by the apothecary. If he were not human, how could he have survived the apothecary's clutches?

That is

His numerology is flawed!

"!"

Motalian was horrified.

This is something he absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot accept!

“I am a Space Marine. My surgery was performed in secret by the Emperor, which may make my powers more powerful and mysterious than those of other Astartes, and this is also a gift from the Emperor.”

"If you still don't believe me, our pharmacist has all my physical data, which I believe can prove my innocence."

Of course, it has nothing to do with pointed ears.

Haha.

Ha ha.

"If the two Primarchs still have doubts about my identity and abilities, I am willing to answer them for you without reservation."

This is not a good sign.

Before even meeting Corax, how come I'm being targeted by these two henchmen right from the start?

Casca was a little annoyed.

Is numerology really that accurate?

You can tell at a glance that he's not human. No, he's not magical!

Who just said numerology is accurate? Seriously.

“I didn’t mean anything by it. The psionic think tank is not violating any rules within the Legion.”

Peturabo has started attacking himself again.

"However, I just want to remind you that as the leader of a legion, you should think about problems with a completely rational and pragmatic attitude, rather than making inappropriate concessions to others for the sake of some emotional attachment."