Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

The dark tunnel finally came to an end.

Looking outwards from the scattered lights, apart from the silver-white steel dome above that seemed to be piled up almost freely, this place looked no different from the ground environment.

Only the charred bullet marks on the dome, hundreds of meters high, silently revealed the opponents they had encountered.

It's hard to imagine what kind of terrifying mechanical behemoth this place was once the testing ground for.

Lucius crouched down, stroking the waist-high vegetation on the ground, signaling to the five Chemos recruits behind him to complete the tactical deployment.

One of the team members nodded, gently pressed his finger on the light purple mechanical backpack behind him, took out a dozen or so folded black mechanical items, and unfolded them all.

It spread its tall mechanical limbs like a spider, and then, controlled by the technical sergeant's neural interface, explored in all directions.

Mechanical spider.

The self-developed machine that Casca used in previous boarding operations.

Perhaps the nickname "Spider" is more fitting for Casca, a guy who likes to tinker with novel little inventions, than for Melusin.

The mechanical spider operates on a very simple principle. Apart from the control equipment, it is equipped with a bird detector on its top.

The bird divination device, a common detection device used by human empires, can determine the composition of nearby matter by analyzing various data from short-range detection.

(There were even four thieves who would use it to download games)

The measurement results are basically accurate when there is no psionic interference, but the drawback is the range of this thing.

It's really too short.

50m.

That's right. According to official data, it really is only fifty meters.

Even the worst automatic rifle has a firing range of around 400 meters, so how can you detect something at 50 meters?

Honestly, aside from complex terrains like boarding maneuvers or street fighting, this thing is utterly useless.

Even after Casca modified it, sacrificing some accuracy, the detection range was only a few hundred meters.

But what if there were a bird divination device every few hundred meters on the battlefield, and their data were integrated by a machine?

This is the principle behind mechanical spiders and reconnaissance-type flying automatons.

As recruits of the many sons of emperors from Chemos, their selection process differed from that of the Terran nobles.

They were all selected based on their academic performance from military academies in several major cities in Chemos.

Except for Lucius, that one-sided brute.

Therefore, in terms of military skills, their philosophy is closer to Casca's intelligence-first strategy.

"One or two discrete signals were detected at a location of approximately 1830m in the direction of 14 degrees north of due west."

"Okay, it's him."

"on!"

Lucius chuckled and activated the optical camouflage device on his body.

In an instant, the six enormous purple-gold giants vanished without a trace.

Sol Tavec!

It's him!

The closer Lucius got to the other, the stronger his joy became.

Well, we finally caught them this time!

I could forgive you for losing the duel before, but this time, I've brought men with me!

Slowly approaching from the opponent's blind spot, Lucius gestured for his teammates to spread out and surround them.

Then look at him, still aimlessly adjusting the electronic screen in his hand, as if he were also probing them.

Unfortunately, the anxiety on Tavitz's face showed that he had indeed gained nothing.

Lucius could almost see the terror and horror on Lucius's face when he and his teammates attacked him together.

Closer. Closer. It'll be almost done.

It's now!

Stupid!

In an instant, Lucius drew his dueling sword, which was covered in red paint, and charged forward with the other five teammates who had surrounded Tavitz!

At that moment, bombs and knives filled with paint approached from all sides of Tavitz.

Lucius grinned with triumph.

Sneak attack!

Even if it's not entirely honorable, we can still win.

This is a righteous gang fight.

Unfortunately, Lucius made one mistake:

He seemed to be the one who was ganged up on.

The moment he jumped, he didn't see the expected look of terror on the other person's face, but rather a triumphant, half-smiling expression.

Deng!

As if he had anticipated the sneak attack, Tavitz held his military knife horizontally, slapped the back of the blade with his left hand, and pushed him away from the clash of weapons.

not good!

Realizing something might be wrong, Lucius immediately glanced around out of the corner of his eye.

He saw more Terran opponents emerging from their hiding places.

clap clap clap!

Countless bullets loaded with red pigment blasted him until his face was flushed red.

Lucius, out!

However, he was still very dissatisfied.

Tavitz may look honest, but when it comes to scheming, he's got one trick after another.

But there's no need to worry too much!

Although he fell for the cunning enemy's plot, the other Chemos will see through their scheme.

That's what Lucius thinks.

Then, in the elimination zone, he met another person covered in paint, just like himself.

Lucius knew him.

Grittan Thorne.

A formidable swordsman named Chemos had fought him several times.

With his face smeared with red paint, he looked at Lucius, who was in the same predicament as him, and gave a bitter smile.

"the first time?"

The simulation battle ended quickly.

By sending false signals to the enemy, the Terran recruits successfully lured the Chemos recruits one by one into a fire encirclement and eliminated them.

“Lucius, you’ve become so reliant on the equipment at your disposal that you’ve lost your ability to think flexibly.”

Kaska looked at the group of ruddy-faced guys below and shook his head with a smile.

In war, there may be tactics that are almost certain to succeed.

However, it would be extremely ridiculous to fall into dogmatic thinking and believe that victory can be achieved simply by having mechanical spiders scout ahead.

"Next, I will join the Chemos team to take command and fight back and forth."

"The day you defeat me with your own ideas will be the day you can fight against the veterans under Adorlu."

"Now, a Terran person takes a break to clean their armor, reflect on lessons learned from failures, and summarize the reasons for successes."

"Then let's fight again!"

Chapter 54 The Barbarian Euglin, Scammed

One month.

This month-long intensive training was an absolutely novel experience for every new recruit from the Emperor's Sons.

Especially for recruits of Terran descent, the latest training methods have increased the intensity of their combat.

Previously, the most common tactics used were luring enemies with bait and besieging enemy strongholds to intercept reinforcements.

But actually applying "ancient" tactics such as electronic jamming and information blocking to the battles of Astartes was a different story.

Furthermore, how to use them, and when to use them, is entirely left to the grassroots units of the emperor's son to decide.

"We are the sons of the Emperor, the most perfect Astartes."

"Every soldier should be able to make their own judgment on the battle situation."

"It's okay to make a mistake. The battlefield is ever-changing, and we are not all-knowing and all-powerful Laplace's demon. Even Superman's Primarch wouldn't dare say that he can never make a mistake."

"The important thing is to learn from mistakes and continue to strive for perfection."

These experiences were particularly novel to them.

Commanding operations is generally the responsibility of the Primarchs or Commanders.

These new recruits only ever followed orders.

Where to go? Who to see?

How many should we kill?

Now they actually have to figure out their own tactics and counter the opponent's moves.

Not only can they not have the pleasure of killing people, but they also have to go through a series of deceptions and reflections.

Headache.

However, Casgar emphasized that if you encounter someone who claims to have a mind of their own and can give you the answer, never believe them.

Those are scam psionic calls; don't answer them.

Then Kasgar told them a ridiculous story about an Oglin barbarian (emphasizing his red skin) who was tricked by warp creatures and torn apart from his family.

He also said that only a fool like O'Grin would blindly believe information given by others.

Only knowledge gained through personal experience and observation constitutes true knowledge.

Don't believe other people's nonsense!

Oglin is stupid, don't follow his example!

Casca repeatedly emphasized this.

A month passed quickly.

After the successful construction of the "Imperial Pride" at the Jupiter Foundry, Fugrim also heard about the competition among the commanders.

She originally intended to promote Casgar directly.

After all, the Primarch is always the most important person in the Legion.

(However, there are also those like Mortalian, the first company commander of the Death Guard, who have a slightly larger say.)

However, seeing that Casgar insisted on a fair competition with the other commanders, she could not interfere further.

The exercise took place at the No. 10 large underground weapons testing site of the Ural Mountain Foundry.

It's more than ten times larger than the small venue Casca had previously rented.

And the enormous arena, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, could easily accommodate their mere four hundred men in battle.

"Vespasian, what's with that expression?"

"You don't really think those new recruits from Casca can beat us?"