Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"But what I really want to know is, what exactly gives you such a strong resistance?"

Mortalian had naturally heard of this prince, a Space Marine, as he was a powerful figure who had fought countless battles across various legions without ever being defeated.

But he had never heard of him having such a high level of skill in making poisons.

If a Space Marine could become immune to toxins through training, what if he could also master such a powerful ability?

Not only will the Death Guard be more resolute and unyielding in the future, but the quality of their biological weapons will also be greatly enhanced!

"If possible, please tell me exactly how she did it, and what exactly is in her recipe?!"

Mortalian shouted urgently to Kasgar with an excited expression.

"Actually"

Actually, she cooked it herself on a whim.

Kasgar hesitated whether to tell Mortalian this shocking truth.

But the other person's eager and hopeful eyes seemed to be urging him on.

"What a joke!"

"—That's absolutely impossible!"

Several more roars of Mortalian echoed in Peturabo's ears.

The sound was so loud that he could hear it clearly even from a great distance.

"I can't believe this is real?"

It really was a sudden inspiration.

No one knows how Aqua Duna, the Second Company Commander of the Emperor's Son, cooks, nor does anyone know where she obtained this magical power from.

In short, she didn't need any synthetic toxins or compounds; she just needed to prepare those ingredients in this way and that.

A powerful poison far exceeding Mortalian Poison Wine—that's what we'll do.

Very convenient.

Sometimes they even look no different from ordinary food, which is very deceptive.

And strangely enough, none of them are fatal.

Even an ordinary person, after eating Aqua Duna's snacks, will experience almost the same painful experience as a Space Marine.

The kind of situation where you can neither live nor die.

It won't kill you, it's just pure torture.

It will only bring unparalleled pain and a fantastical feeling from another world.

It sounds like witchcraft, but it's exactly what Mortalian has always dreamed of.

In fact, only those Space Marines who are favored by Mortalian are qualified to undergo the trial of poison within the Death Guard.

In the Sons of the Emperor's Legion, everyone wants to try a bite of Aqua Duna's cooking!

The Emperor's Son is far more resilient than the Death Guard!

Casca is exceptionally resilient!

"Do not!!!"

Mortalian, whose worldview had completely collapsed today, let out a wail that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

"Sigh, actually I'm not very familiar with them."

Peturabo averted his gaze, trying his best not to look at the fools who were making a fool of themselves.

He watched the crowd dancing around the campfire, silently observing without thinking about anything.

The happiness of ordinary people is so simple and direct.

Even though they now eat worse than the livestock on Olympia, they still dance happily around the fire in front of them.

As for how long Peturabo can enjoy this leisurely time?

He remembered when he first met the Emperor, the latter promised him a world where he could freely use his talents.

But this world needs a great expedition to open it up.

Therefore, as the Iron Lord, a ruler of steel both inside and out, Peturab had to face the most formidable enemies in the war and strive for them for countless years to come.

Even during the downtime of warp travel, he had to plan the training content for the Iron Warriors and the logistics and equipment for the Legion in order to prepare for the tough battles to come.

They couldn't even get a moment's rest.

He had been enduring this tedious and boring journey.

Even though his relationships with other Primarchs were strained, even though his offspring displeased him, even though the Iron Warriors suffered defeats against formidable opponents, Perturabo felt no fear.

What he feared was that the war seemed to have no end in sight.

The Great Crusade is gradually entering its final stage. Lost worlds and Primarchs in the galaxy are being rediscovered and excavated one after another, and everything is progressing in accordance with everyone's dreams.

But what about beyond the Milky Way? Beyond the Milky Way are even more vast and distant star regions, and beyond this world are even larger worlds. Even if the current starlight cannot cover them and we can only jump blindly, who knows if new technologies will be developed in the future to improve the starlight?

Moreover, if other subspace nodes within the galaxy were to discover new alien threats from the Great Expedition, wouldn't Peturabo be dragged into the battlefield again?

Once the Great Expedition is over, he can become an architect and philosopher as he has always dreamed of, bidding farewell to the battlefield that always fills him with rage.

But when will this great expedition end?

Or

Is it really going to never end, just as he imagined?

"are you OK?"

Peturabo's thoughts were interrupted by another voice beside him.

She is Avernia, Corax's sister, and also one of the workers' leaders on the planet Lycaius.

When Corax needs to infiltrate the planet for various reasons, the workers across the entire planet will follow her orders.

"What do you want from me?"

Perturabo's tone was indifferent. The battle was over, and soon they would bring Corax to meet the Emperor. This planet would then become the Primarch's homeworld and the Legion's recruitment ground during the subsequent terraforming.

What happened next had little to do with Peturabo. After completing the mission of welcoming back Corax, he would be sent by the Emperor to a new battlefield to face powerful enemies that other legions and the Guardians of the Faith could not handle.

It's always like this, like Sisyphus constantly pushing a ball higher and higher.

Peturabo must imagine himself as happy.

“It’s like this. The main planet of Kiava is now out of control.” Perhaps seeing Peturabo’s still sour face, Avernia said somewhat timidly, “The laser cannons on our fortresses—”

understood.

Peturabo understood as soon as she opened her mouth.

Is it not enough that surface-to-air weapons are enough to help them defend the area? Do they want even more advanced weapons that can directly take over Kiyawath?

He knows it!

He should have known this before he even helped build for other people!

After taking his fortress, these people will surely continue to make demands under all sorts of nice-sounding pretexts, requests, pleas, or threats, to satisfy Peturabo's pathetic lust for power!

He had long been accustomed to such insatiable fools at Olympia.

Next, they will definitely demand even more powerful weapons from Peturabo in order to conquer more people.

Thus, they gained even more supreme power.

First Lycaius, then Kiava, and then they will definitely want to unify this entire star system; human greed can never be satisfied.

Just like his glittering father, after conquering and recovering almost all of humanity's lost territories, he continued to explore them to deeper and farther places.

They were sending him to an even more brutal and ruthless battlefield, so that he would serve them forever.

They're all the same kind of people!

Peturabo's fierce gaze swept over the tense and helpless mortals before him.

Ha! He saw through these people's true colors long ago. Their previous expressions of goodwill and displays of their own suffering were all deliberate performances, all fake!

It's ridiculous that he's trying to gain Peturabo's sympathy!

Thank goodness, thank goodness.

They hadn't revealed their full strength during the celebrations, nor had they deployed their combined fleet to the skies above Lycaeus.

Otherwise, how would these people view him and his invincible expeditionary fleet?

"No, no, no, that's not what we meant."

She appeared somewhat nervous under Peturabo's barrage of accusations, shaking her hands in front of her chest in a gesture of refusal.

"We just wanted to ask if you still need these laser cannons so we can help you dismantle them and send them to your ship."

"Take it off and send it to my ship?"

“That’s right.” Averynia nodded. “After all, you made these yourself, and you own them, if you need them.”

"Why would I need it? Or are you the ones who don't want laser cannon weapons at all?"

"want to."

Averynia is honest.

This weapon, capable of tearing an enemy fleet to shreds in an instant, is something almost everyone dreams of.

"But these are your things, and we need your permission to keep them."

"Oh, that's unexpected."

Could it be some kind of tactic of taking a step back to gain favor in order to get more?

"Or do you think that laser cannons are only ineffective against air targets and that you need other weapons that can enhance your landing on Kiaval?"

"Do not."

Averynia bowed deeply to Peturabo again: "We discussed this not long ago, and we will rely on our own strength to liberate Kiavar."

"Oh?"

Peturabo looked at the other person suspiciously.

"When we had torn the enemy's fleet to pieces, the workers of our Lycaeus held a joint meeting with Corax."

“We discussed whether we should retain these laser cannons or dismantle them for future use in attacks on Kiyawah.”

But the workers ended up deciding to abandon this weapon from outer space.

These weapons are powerful and formidable. No amount of Kiavar technology can withstand their firepower.

But none of these are what they want.

“This is not the power we possess. After you leave, without Corax, we will be plunged into an endless abyss of conflict.”

The laser cannon can shatter anything that stands in its way. Occupying the laser cannon turret is equivalent to possessing everything on Lycaus.

It is a blessing, and also a curse that everyone will vie for.

Ultimately, the workers who seize control of the weapons will use them to enslave the rest of the population to continue working for them, and everything will just fall into a tragic cycle without any improvement whatsoever.

"If we become obsessed with destroying our enemies and forget the original purpose of the Lycaenian uprising, we will face more tragic fratricide in the future."

If they think they can unite and conquer Kiavar before considering this issue...

That was simply a change from the Ciava enslaving the Lycaeans to the Lycaeans enslaving the Ciavas; apart from the change in the roles of enslavers, nothing else changed.

“In that case, we will only repeat the mistakes of those Kivars, and the struggle will forever remain a cycle of power struggles.”

"We need to rely on our own strength to liberate Kiyal little by little."

As she spoke, her eyes revealed confidence and determination.

"At that time, we decided to officially rename this planet, namely [Lycaius], as [Salvation Star]."

This is to commemorate the contributions of Kolax and his fellow countrymen, including Peturabo, to this planet, and also to remind everyone on Salvation Planet that this planet was created for salvation, not another new form of enslavement.

"If possible, could you please tell me if there are any other books or materials on mechanical construction?"

"Perhaps we don't understand it now, but in the future, there will definitely be some smart people among us who will be able to comprehend it and lead us to the light."