Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"By doing this, you will only give your legion another true master."

However, when he said this, Mortalian beside him seemed to glare at Peturabo with displeasure.

You little bastard, there's something hidden in your words!

The more I listened, the more something seemed off. It felt like they were talking about Mortalian.

“Thank you,” Forgrim said, maintaining his polite smile. “Shall we move on to the next part of our discussion—?”

"No. I'm sorry, sister, what Casca said just now did pique my curiosity."

Peturabo extended his steel hand in refusal.

His eagle-like gaze was fixed on Kasgar behind Fugrim.

"Since that's the case, I'd like to ask Commander Casgar if he could make a prediction about our next move?"

Chapter 165 Oh my god, that's me!

Lükes.

This is a desolate satellite orbiting a planet called Kiavahr.

After the Kiavas discovered that this moon contained the rich mineral deposits they had always dreamed of, Lycaeus was transformed into a mining planet where the blood and sweat of slaves were poured out.

The planet is devoid of anything but mines, and doesn't even have an atmosphere.

Or, in the eyes of the rulers, this planet, which only had mining slaves to live on, did not need much time to build an atmospheric shell for it.

At the same time, the rough surface, which even the atmosphere could not form, could also become a natural cage to trap slaves.

Under the coercion of the Kiava Planetary Empire, countless slave laborers toiled day and night under the guns of armed guards to continuously supply mineral raw materials to the giant factories on the main planet Kiava.

Everything was so dark and hopeless.

Until a child I'd never met before appeared in this mine.

The young female worker, Everonia, stopped the drill tractor she was on, looking at the child who had appeared before her with a puzzled expression.

Where did he come from?

In the Luccaus mines, there were only hardworking, laborious miners.

A child with such an unusual appearance should not be in this mining area.

Averyna didn't know where the other person came from, but she couldn't just run the drill tractor over the child.

She stopped the car, walked up to the child, and wiped the dust off his body with her equally dusty hands.

His hair and eyes were jet black, while his skin was absolutely pale and bloodless.

Judging from the rock debris on this guy's body, it looks like he crawled out from underground.

"nineteen."

"I am number nineteen."

That's what the boy said.

"You beast, who gave you permission to stop the car?!"

Just as Averyna was about to ask about the child's origins, a violent and ferocious shout came from behind them.

With Averynia's pained scream, the enforcer grabbed her blonde hair and dragged her to the ground. His electrified whip struck her mercilessly, crackling loudly.

The boy took action.

His little mouth pursed, and he reached out his little hand toward the law enforcement officer who was slapping the screaming Evoria.

Click.

—Then they twisted the head off the law enforcement officer.

The ruler of Kiarwar intended to punish the murderer with the most cruel and vicious methods to deter others from committing the crime.

Let the workers see what happens to those who dare to resist law enforcement.

But it seems they have encountered another insurmountable problem.

The murderer cannot be found.

Even the surveillance footage showed no trace of the incident—just as law enforcement officers were whipping the female worker who had inexplicably stopped the drill tractor, her neck was suddenly snapped, and her head fell to the ground.

Drenched with blood.

There are no signs.

Even if they wanted to punish the workers, they could only let it go in the face of this bizarre situation.

However, what the rulers didn't know was that the child who had broken the enforcer's neck had already been protected by the workers.

It seems that in addition to his unusual appearance, this child also has a special ability—to make himself undetectable by anyone, and even invisible to surveillance cameras.

It's amazing!

The workers were discussing this extensively.

Such a strange birth, such powerful innate strength!

The workers believed that the child was a savior sent by God to liberate them from endless labor!

The workers on this mining planet, who had endured so much hardship, gave him a new name: Corax.

In the local language, it means "savior".

Under the joint care of many workers, Corax quickly grew into adulthood.

This "very quickly" is not a figure of speech, because he really did grow very quickly.

However, after working in the mine for about three years, his physique was no different from that of an adult man.

To be precise, he was even taller and more robust—if law enforcement officers weren't usually unable to spot him, the mere sight of such a three-meter-tall giant walking around the factory would be enough to terrify them into fleeing in panic.

Corax walked through the factory area of ​​several mine pits.

Here, the machines roar and the noise is deafening.

The enormous machines, invisible to the naked eye, continue to operate, reprocessing the planet's organic waste into food for the slave workers.

The filthy sewage waterfall, emitting a strong stench, gurgled as it passed through layers of filter scoops. Below, a machine scraped a thick layer of algae and scum from the surface of the floating pool, then guided it into the open chute of the pasteurizer.

Everywhere you look, there are laborers with blank stares and covered in dust.

There was nothing they could do but numbly continue their work. Without any protective equipment, they could only breathe the unfiltered air and let the filth and mud splatter onto their skin.

It's time to change all of this.

As the law enforcement officers were still swaggering around with their batons in hand, as usual, Corax's blade moved.

After much preparation, Korax led a rebellion of the planet's suffering laborers.

The uprising proceeded very smoothly under Corax's meticulous planning.

First, Corax's decapitation operation was extremely successful.

Before the rulers appointed by Kiarvar could react to the workers' rebellion, he was stabbed in the throat by Corax, who was lurking in the shadows.

As for the other workers' uprising armaments, they came from modifying mining equipment by themselves—also the work of Corax.

He possessed a vast knowledge of mining and machinery, and even knowledge related to lethal weapons.

Using the organizational structure and operational experience that automatically appeared in his mind, he quickly integrated the workers who had given up hope of even surviving into a force that could not be ignored.

Then, with the help of his assassination skills, the workers' armed forces quickly defeated the leaderless law enforcers and seized control of the entire mining planet Lycaeus using the modified mining machinery.

"Corax, we won."

Before the bonfire party held by the workers who had gathered after the war ended, a young girl stood before him.

That's Averynia, Corax's sister.

Besides this older sister, Corax has dozens of other older sisters and dozens of older brothers.

He was raised by the workers, and he always remembered that.

"Yes, Averynia."

"we won."

"But another battle awaits us."

Taking over the planet does not mean they have achieved complete victory.

Lycaeus is merely a mineral satellite orbiting a planet.

On Kiaral, a large number of government troops are preparing to march to Lucius to quell the rebellion.

"There are even tougher battles to come, so please be prepared to face a new wave of enemies."

Although it was rather comical for a giant nearly four meters tall to call them "brother" and "sister," Corax still stuck to the way he addressed the workers when he was a child.

These workers scrimped and saved to raise him.

Corax always remembered that.

However, in the vision of gray blindness he had just experienced, he seemed to see something else besides the future counterattack of the Kiarvars.

He saw the demigod walking towards him.

They were both giants.

One was tall and thin, while the other was short and stocky.

But they were all unhappy.

The two divine beings arrived at Lycaenius while bickering.

"What are all these things?"

Corax had a bad feeling.

The Emperor's Pride

"You immediately ask the other party to perform a psychic prophecy for you."

"Brother, maybe you're the one who's hopelessly trapped in psychic prophecy, aren't you?"

Neither of these two Primarchs are easy to deal with.

Especially Peturabo.

But as you know, Mortalian also likes to contradict.

When facing Peturabo, his personality actually had a positive effect to some extent.

At this point, he unleashed his full potential for arguing and actually started speaking up for Casca.

Although he disliked everything about the Sons of the Emperor's Legion: just breathing the air on the Imperial Pride made Mortalian feel as if he were being punched in the face with a perfume-scented fist.

It's too sweet.

The air in Barbarossa is still the most comfortable to breathe.

Perhaps Mortalian thought in his heart that this was not the choice of a normal person, but unfortunately he had realized that he could not escape this dependence.

Take another sip.

“Brother, you know perfectly well that what I’m thinking about is not relying on prophecy, but how to use scientific methods to break this ridiculous reliance.”

Peturabo persists.

“Casca, I want to hear your prophecy—since so many of my brothers and sisters favor you, let me see if you truly possess the talent.”

"You want my prophecy, don't you?"

Casca forced a smile.

Perturabo also managed to ignite the usually mild-mannered Casca's temper.

This thing is infuriating!

If he could, Casca would want to rush up to him right now and beat him up in front of everyone.

When Kasgar was with Roguedon, he thought that Perturabo's rebellion was inseparable from his stone-like personality.

But after spending time with Perturabo, he decided to retract his previous slander against Rogdorn.