Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Seeing the commander beside her frowning, Ador said with disdain.

"Seventy percent."

"what?"

"Previously, I thought you had a 70% chance of winning. But looking at your current form..."

"Fifty percent."

Vespa crossed his arms and said calmly.

"Fifty percent? Are you kidding me, Vespasian?"

"Thirty percent."

"No, zero."

He turned his head and continued, "If you still don't understand why you lost, then you will never win this battle."

With his back to the puzzled look in the other person's eyes, Vesper slowly walked away and entered the spectator area of ​​the foundry.

Will she lose?

As a genius and beautiful young commander, Adorlu's command abilities are so impressive that even the Primarchs have to admire her.

In addition, his subordinates were all veterans who had participated in countless battles, large and small.

Will they lose to a bunch of newbies who have just picked up weapons?

"Unreasonable."

The proud Adorlu snorted and led the elite soldiers from the First and Second Companies of the Emperor's Son into the passageway.

The foundry's design has a minimalist industrial aesthetic.

The steel spiral staircase, like the skeleton of a dragon, grows on this massive, cylindrical forging facility, which is as deep and imprisoned as a deep abyss, winding and swirling around.

Vespa first pushed open the steel gate of the foundry, where he saw several people already waiting in the viewing area.

The Sword Saint Aqua, who was banned due to her high strength, and the Sage Rellano, who was in charge of ceremonies.

This also includes Fugrim, who never misses a battle in Kasgar.

Beside her was another tall genetic prototype.

She wore a huge black and gray power armor, the minimalist industrial design of which made her almost blend into the foundry.

That was the Iron Hand, who had recently returned to Holy Terra from the Great Crusade to attend a meeting.

Phyllis Marus.

With nothing else to do, he accepted Fugrim's invitation to come and watch the duel between the two commanders.

Who do you think will win?

"Ador. Is that even a question?"

"In this battle, I only saw an arrogant commander and an overconfident fool."

She didn't seem to have a high opinion of Casca.

"Humph!"

"I actually think Casca will win."

When her best friend looked down on Kasgar, Fugrim retorted angrily.

But the moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them.

Wait, Fugrim, you can't say that.

As the Primarch, one should remain neutral towards subordinates.

At the very least, one should maintain a degree of neutrality on the surface.

"Well, after some thought and comparison, I still think Casca has a higher probability of winning."

"If you insist."

Faced with Fugrim's love-struck mindset, Senior Phyllis sighed.

Although Philus also greatly admired Casca's mechanical design, one thing is one thing.

To believe that one has some talent in mechanics and that one's command abilities can defeat elite veterans is undoubtedly outrageously foolish.

Forged in the hands of steel, forged in blood and fire, there is never a place for fools or the weak.

Moreover, Casca has both.

The argument yielded no results.

The match began as both teams had their personnel ready.

In the open, realistic arena, several passageways projected the forces of both sides onto the sides of the map.

As several troop carriers rapidly advanced into the arena, the contest between the newcomers and veterans of the Emperor's Sons began.

Are there any flying objects or anything like that outside?

Sitting in the troop carrier, Company Commander Kasoron asked nervously.

The distance is several hundred kilometers, and if you were to walk alone, the difficulty of the projectile would be far beyond what you can imagine.

They need troop carriers for auxiliary transport so they can be deployed to the battlefield more quickly.

As veterans of the Emperor's Sons who had witnessed Casca's command prowess on Silent Star, they never dared to say that this was a battle they were certain to win.

After all, the glorious moment when the thousands of Chemos Guard chased after tens of thousands of aliens was still fresh in the veterans' memories.

Therefore, even though Commander Edlu was confident of victory in this battle.

They would never have dared to say that.

Even though Casca had personally promised not to use the autonomous flying mechs, he was still wary of these small, flying assassins.

"Buzzing—"

However, at this moment.

Kasoron was horrified to discover that the thing that was supposed to never appear was actually flying onto the head of their troop transport!

"Enemy attack!!!"

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Chapter 55 Red Helmet Kasgar

damn it!

Kasoron quickly opened the side door and rear ramp of the troop carrier, preparing to abandon the vehicle and proceed on foot.

Then, to his horror, he saw his teammate stick his head out of the sunroof and quickly shoot it down with the machine gun on top of the troop carrier.

As the son of an emperor, his shooting skills are naturally beyond question.

With a few gunshots, the autonomous flying mech that had been arrogantly flying straight through the sky was instantly turned into a pile of scrap metal by the muzzle flash of his gun.

Trailing a charred, fiery tail, it crashed to the side and rear of the troop carrier, disappearing into the weeds.

"Company Commander Kasoron, it's all over. We succeeded—"

The man was just trying to get Captain Kasoron to relax a little, but the next second he was drenched in a torrent of abuse.

"Shut up, you idiot!"

"Quick! Full speed ahead! Don't stop for a second!"

call out--

Boom! ! !

Right where they had just fired, a missile from the opposite position exploded instantly.

Countless red paints scattered everywhere, some even splashing onto the head of Company Commander Kasoron, who hadn't had time to close the ramp.

He wiped the sticky residue off his helmet with lingering fear, looking at the crimson liquid in his hand.

That's ruthless.

Kasoron swallowed hard.

They're really treating our brothers like aliens.

"Quickly, notify Aidor and the other company commanders that it's best to get out of the vehicle and walk, and be careful to stay hidden."

"And one more thing! Never, ever attack the aerial automatons!"

Bang!

Casca watched excitedly as the red paint exploded on the enemy's position.

He did promise that flying automatons would not be used in the exercises.

Those that were launched were just remote-controlled flying toys.

But if you shoot at it, you're intentionally revealing your location.

whee.

Then don't blame me, Casca, for giving you all a giant rocket to play with.

Missile rain, accompanied by a ketchup-like red paint, exploded like fireworks on the opponent's field.

If the paint used in the drills is this terrifying, imagine what would happen if it were actually loaded with molten metal.

Even if not many of them actually hit, and even fewer of them cause injury.

But no matter what, a fully loaded troop carrier has ten people. One missile for ten elite veterans. If you really get selected, that's a huge profit.

"Damn it, what kind of new weapon is this? It can launch precision strikes beyond visual range?"

In the command room, Aidoru, her face full of anger, ordered the soldiers to disperse the troop carriers and advance in different directions.

She hadn't expected that the battle had barely begun, and that her side hadn't even seen the enemy yet, before suffering casualties.

Why was the other side able to launch such a long-range missile and accurately hit our troop transport vehicle?

The main reason for the lack of long-range guided missiles (except for Titanium) in the Warhammer campaign is the fear of psionic interference.

This surreal power can distort predetermined coordinates, thus easily interrupting or even countering long-range missiles.

(Of course, the root cause is that the board game table is not big enough.)

But coincidentally, the Third Legion never uses psionic energy.

Not at all.

Even borderline think tanks like Rune Priest and Storm Prophet are not used.

There was no psionic interference.

There is no force field shield either.

This gives Casca almost unlimited room to maneuver.

joke!

Without psionic energy to balance the war, the Casgar are now completely dominating the cavemen!

"The enemy personnel have dispersed to various parts of the battlefield and deployed Mechanical Spider II self-destruct devices."

A new type of remote-controlled vehicle that predates the Cyclops suicide tank by 10,000 years, was also developed and deployed to the battlefield by Casca ahead of time.

He sat alone in his own position, laughing heartily into the walkie-talkie next to his ear.

It's also very insidious.

"Also, now release electromagnetic interference."

"Hey?"

"Hey!!!"

"Please respond if you hear me!"