Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"Fellow company commanders, what are your thoughts on this?"

He tossed the ball to his company commander.

"I still think it's most likely that Lord Fugrim took the wrong videotape."

Togden spoke for most of the company commanders present, who were filled with questions, and expressed what they were thinking.

"I don't like this stuff. We're Space Marines, we're not interested in these kinds of love stories."

Abaddon frowned, his eyes filled with disdain.

(Actually, he liked it very much too)

"And you, Company Commander Loken, what's your opinion?"

Horus gave a simple and honest smile as he looked at the somewhat confused rookie company commander.

I'm not really sure.

"But perhaps, Lady Furim is trying to tell us that Chemos's ability to possess such combat power, even among mortal auxiliary soldiers, is due to... uh, the power of love?"

Loken's mouth was getting dry as he spoke.

He was just an ordinary Space Marine; reading comprehension was not his forte.

These words drew another burst of laughter from the company commanders.

"The power of love?"

Horus chuckled and murmured.

Centaur, gold ring

The paper airplane from my childhood has finally flown back into my hands!

Chapter 49 Would you like one too?

Fugrim and Kasgar spent thirty years together.

Horus and the Emperor also spent thirty years together on Holy Terra!

In the play, Fulgrim says that Casca gave her a centaur gold ring and promised that she would always be his centaur.

During his many intimate conversations with the Emperor, Horus had told him that he would be his centaur!

God!

How could such a coincidence happen in the world?

Centaur, gold ring

"hey-hey."

Horus's smile seemed somewhat unnatural.

He stared thoughtfully at the final caption: "It is love! The power of love allows us to save this world!"

"Perhaps Fugrim is reminding us not to forget our beautiful qualities as human beings because of the cruelty of war."

This is a problem that is likely to arise after he becomes the commander of the expeditionary fleet.

indifferent.

As the war continued, he became increasingly numb, and his sense of the value of human life diminished.

Everything is nothing more than the cold, hard numbers of casualties that are inevitable consequences of war.

The Shadow Moon Wolf of the main force is doing well.

But he gradually stopped taking the Space Marines from other Legions (such as the Nineteenth Legion) and the Mortal Auxiliary Forces seriously.

They were even used as cannon fodder to open up opportunities for Shadowmoon Wolves.

Then look at the mortal auxiliary troops under Nagasca.

They cooperated seamlessly and were well-trained; it was clear at a glance that they had undergone long-term training.

Furthermore, to reduce casualties during the attack, Casca even used a large number of valuable automatons as cover for them.

The one thing the human empire has in abundance is people.

However, Kaska valued their lives more than the precious automatons.

And the mortals under Horus who joined the expedition

Isn't he just like Horus, with his own Sagittarius constellation that has accompanied him for thirty years?

Could it be that those dead mortals also clutched a centaur gold ring tightly in their hands?

"I understand."

Horus suddenly awakened to astonishing wisdom.

He said something shocking.

"We must bring [Love] and the [Centaur Gold Ring] back to Shadowmoon Wolves and the Sixty-Three Expeditionary Fleet!"

He made a shocking statement.

It was still in front of the staff room of the Vengeance Soul.

If the machine spirits of the Vengeful Spirit could actually speak...

Vengeful Spirit: "I'm right there."

“I was always there when Horus uttered the words ‘Centaur Gold Ring’.”

The order was thus issued.

Most of the company commanders did not quite understand Lord Horus's intentions.

The atmosphere in Shadowmoon Wolf was already quite harmonious.

Thinking that they need to further develop their relationship is undoubtedly a bit of an overreaction.

Or is it that Lord Horus is so confident of securing the position of Warmaster that he's in a good mood and is playing a joke on them today?

"Lord Horus, I have another question."

The previously silent fourth company commander, Cyranus, suddenly stepped forward and spoke.

"What is it, Fourth Company Commander?"

Horus recalled that when almost everyone thought Kaska was a nepotism hire, it was this fourth company commander who had the insight to see that the other party was extraordinary.

Horus listened attentively to his questions.

"I want to know, if we really do encounter each other face to face, how long can their guerrilla tactics hold us off?"

"Given that both sides are Space Marines, how long do you think they can hold out against the Shadowmoon Wolves' offensive?"

As soon as the question was raised, Cyranus secretly regretted his words.

He felt he had asked an extremely heretical question.

After all, every Space Marine is a soldier of the Emperor.

It would be unimaginable to see Space Marines fighting Space Marines.

"In actual combat?"

Horus stroked his chin for a moment, analyzing the answer in his mind.

"It can last for at least three months."

"As for whether they can get additional supplies and support, that's even harder to say."

"Perhaps even a Primarch like me will fall into their hands."

Horus answered with a smile.

Of course, these are just assumptions.

They were all Space Marines of the Empire of Man.

He is the propagator of imperial truth and the sweeper of all superstition and folly.

They will fight alongside Space Marines from other Legions.

Aside from exercises and training, no Space Marine would ever point his gun at his fellow warriors.

"Yes, thank you for your answer, Lord Horus."

Cyranus silently retreated.

This concludes the first session of the "Shadow Moon and Azure Wolf University Study Tour".

The company commanders left, chatting and laughing.

Horus's command was also very simple.

From now on, the tactic of using other legions or mortal auxiliary forces as cannon fodder will never be seen again.

Every member of the expeditionary force was a fighting comrade, and every one of them was a precious citizen of the empire.

From now on, Shadowmoon Wolves' tactics must take their own combat losses as an important combat indicator.

None of the company commanders had any objections.

In addition to the last point, there is one more thing—in the future, Shadowmoon Wolves should also enhance their emotional communication and promote a harmonious fighting brotherhood.

As a result, the practice of warriors forming associations spread even earlier within the Shadowmoon Wolves' legion.

"brother."

"brother!"

The group left the staff room and walked outside the towering corridor engraved with the names of the fallen soldiers. Their combat boots made a heavy thud on the white marble tiles.

Even now, a few ordinary craftsmen are carving gilded characters on ebony roof beams.

Those are the names of the new victims in the Dalit alien cleansing campaign.

The victims remained there forever.

But everyone still has a road ahead to travel.

"Brother, I like you so much!"

"I also want to give you a centaur gold ring!"

With a grin, Togarden hugged Company Commander Abaddon from behind.

“Go away, go away. Taric (Togarden's name), I don't have that kind of hobby.”

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Abaddon reluctantly broke free from the clown's embrace.

"Then you're my centaur too! I'll still give you a centaur gold ring!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

His intonation, as melodious as that of Fugrim, caused another burst of laughter among the already lively group of company commanders.

"What are you laughing at, Delawareton? Want one too?"

The Sun's Star Region, Jupiter's Shipyard.

"Wow——"

Inside this exquisite room, a world of casting filled with colossal steel machinery and flowing with promethium.

A woman who was over three meters tall stretched wearily.

She gathered up the sheepskin scroll that was half her height and looked at the fruits of her hard work.

The construction of their own legion's flagship, the "Imperial Pride," is nearing completion.

He has finally completed the design drawings, and all that remains is a few weeks of supervision before the entire spaceship will be completed!

call!

Such intense work left even the Primarch herself somewhat fatigued.

It's time to truly appreciate your own radiant figure!

Thinking of this, she rummaged through the bedside table for the precious video recording she had left behind at the Chemos Theatre years ago.