Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Poor senior.

Casca expressed his sympathy for this.

And he tried hard not to laugh out loud.

"Boy," she said through gritted teeth, "you'd better be worthy of this sword."

"If you haven't made much progress by the time the legions reach our Tenth Legion in the future, I'll have to take you away."

"whee."

Fugrim chuckled sheepishly, "It's alright, I'll just forge you another power hammer later."

"Or should I return this flaming sword to you?"

"No need, there's no reason to take back what's given away."

"Hmph, let's go."

She pursed her lips, turned around, and left.

After Philus left, the room became much quieter.

Only Kasgar was still slowly stroking the beautiful power sword, his eyes never leaving it for a moment.

What a beautiful sword!

Without the decomposition force field activated, it's a finely crafted Shanabal saber; with it activated, it becomes a master-level finely crafted power sword.

Great.

Casca sighed.

No wonder he could make Senior Fei so envious.

"do you like it?"

Fugrim asked as he leaned toward Kasgar.

"Hmm, what's its name?"

"【Severing Separation】".

She gently stroked the sword and answered with a smile.

Since you like it.

Her hand continued to wander.

"Hehe, then let Mom check if your teeth are normal after the modification!"

She let out a silly laugh, her narrow phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, and pounced towards Casca.

As soon as he gets back, she'll start taking advantage of him!

We also want him to be Wa's junior!

Ugh, why is Fugrim so wicked!

Casca's eyes were filled with grief and indignation.

He thought of his pelvis, which had only recently recovered.

What should it do?

Fugrim, I, I

I'll fight you to the death!

I haven't tried it.

There are only three original gender-swapped characters in this book: Three, Nine, and Ten.

They were all targeted by Slaanesh.

Chapter 33 In the warp, I could hear all sorts of cries.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

Today I am honored to be here in the 63rd Expeditionary Fleet as a son of the Emperor to tell the story of myself and my warp friends.

In the subspace, I can hear all sorts of cries.

[Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offered as a seat!]

Cheese phobia.

[Think long and you will want to know; know many things and you will thirst for knowledge; only the wise, the cunning, and the extraordinary can sway you.]

Cheese is amazing.

Seven diseases! Seven calamities! Seven blessings!

Cheese is a nuisance.

[*Some audio recordings that could not pass review*]

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Sinister wretch, shut up!

Of course, I was just kidding.

Under the protection of the Geller Field, all the evil whispers of demons will be blocked.

Even if some wandering demons try to pass through the veil to feast, their bodies will disintegrate into dust in this soul universe the moment they collide with the Geller force field.

【I am you. Casgar.】

Casca accepts me.

Accept me.

But this voice was an exception.

Ever since Kasgar entered the warp, it has haunted him like a persistent ailment, preventing him from finding peace.

But aside from getting Casca to accept it, the voice didn't have much of an impact.

"Ugh, this is such a headache."

We can only pray that Old Huang can fix the internet connection as soon as possible.

This subspace travel is really too torturous.

Sitting in his personal cabin on the Vengeance Soul, Kasgar couldn't help but look up at the sky and sigh.

This is the flagship, Vengeance Soul.

That's right, it's that vengeful spirit.

The Sixteenth Legion's Primarch, the mount of Horus Lupecal, the god of wolves.

As for the Third Legion, Sons of the Emperor, to which Casca belongs, they are currently too small to operate independently.

Therefore, they will also join Horus's sixty-three expeditionary fleets as auxiliary forces in the Great Expedition.

This can also be considered as giving newcomers some combat and command experience.

In the years following his return to the Empire, Kasgar completed the entire surgical procedure for his Space Marine transformation.

Some of these were done by the Imperial Guards after he was sealed in the static field, taking him to the palace basement.

The power armor he was granted was naturally crafted by Primarch Vograim himself.

The power armor is in the purple and gold color scheme commonly used by the Sons of the Emperor, but thanks to Forgrim's exceptional craftsmanship, the entire power armor is decorated with intricate gold patterns. The eagle wings on the shoulder armor and the Imperial Eagle on the chest are vividly depicted, shimmering with dazzling golden light.

The horsehair tassels on the helmet, along with the red cloak draped with delicate buckles, fluttered in the wind.

Its design is even more extraordinary: Fugrim made sweeping modifications to the original expeditionary power armor, making the overall armor more flexible and lightweight without losing its sturdiness.

Its flexibility is exceptional, and coupled with optical stealth and dual-technology circuitry, it is even more suitable for the agile combat style that Casgar prefers.

Perhaps, the future Raven-type power armor will also be iterated upon based on her design to some extent.

perfect.

This is the first impression anyone would have upon seeing power armor.

But it seems more fitting for a highly respected commander than a new recruit!

Such magnificent armor, along with the power sword in his hand called "Zhan Li," became the envy of many Space Marines.

This is not fair!

Why is this new recruit allowed to wear such beautiful, high-quality armor?!

Damn Casgar!

Not only is his wife the most beautiful woman in the universe, but the equipment he uses is also exquisite armor that she personally crafted!

You get all the benefits!

Even within the Third Legion, there were considerable criticisms of Fugrim's almost unlimited favoritism.

But Casca has never paid attention to these rumors and gossip.

Holding this power sword,

Smile as you put on your exquisitely crafted nails.

She still needs to be fed.

[Commander Casca, Commander Horus requests that you proceed to the staff room for the Dalinite Nebula operations meeting two standard Terra hours later.]

"it is good."

Come live.

Kasgar adjusted his armor, preparing to head to the conference room on the magnificent bow of the Vengeance Soul.

Is this where Horus's famous madness will happen in the future?

He pursed his lips in a somewhat helpless manner.

Hopefully, this tragedy won't happen again.

Casca arrived at the conference room.

A tactical composite image of the galaxy was projected onto the conference table. Several giants in pearl-white armor, three-eyed star speakers, red-robed mechanical sages, and representatives of the Imperial Navy were gathered around the table, whispering and discussing something.

"Lord Horus, the Son of the Emperor is at your command."

Casca stepped forward and bowed to the tallest figure in the center.

"Welcome, Acting Governor Casca. Please take a seat."

Horus gave a friendly smile.

"There's still some time before the formal meeting. If you're interested, we'd be happy for you to participate in the pre-meeting discussions."

Acting Governor of the Third Army Corps.

This is Casca's current title.

Perhaps because the special modifications given to him by the Emperor made him more powerful than ordinary Space Marines, after Kasgar completed the modification process, his combat skills were no less than those of the Third Legion's captains, who were renowned for their swordsmanship.

Furthermore, having ruled and managed Chemoth alongside Fugrim for thirty years, the Primarch had complete faith in his abilities.

Based on this, Fugrim proposed to promote Kasgar to Legion Commander.

Casca had no objection to this.

The Great Crusade has begun, and more and more Primarchs are returning to the Empire, sowing the seeds of rebellion.

The day of the anticipated major rebellion is drawing ever closer.

He wants to reverse this.

One must first become a lord-commander of the emperor's son before one can participate in the decision-making of expeditions.

Unfortunately, this proposal was rejected by the legion's internal meeting.

As a recruit with no combat achievements, even with the Primarch as a guarantor, it would be difficult to convince the masses to directly promote him to commander.

"The Third Army Corps has not made significant contributions in the expedition so far. If it is promoted again, it is very likely that the Third Army Corps will be subject to criticism."