Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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"Lord Fugrim, it is truly remarkable that your relationship remains so passionate."

The speaker, Parker, also smiled.

"Let's get down to business now."

She straightened up, and her expression became much more serious.

"There is still a huge gap between poetry, literature and historical materials and reality."

"But it is not hard to see that the Byzantine regime is already heading madly down the road to destruction."

Controlling the entire Byzantine Empire was an aristocratic oligarchy known as the "Aristocracy of a Thousand," but it seems that as power changed hands and evolved, this title gradually became less and less fitting.

Especially after a devastating civil war.

Of the three continental governments on the surface of Byzantium, the southern one was carpet-bombed with nuclear weapons and has been reduced to a glassy ruin.

With the surrender of the western continent, all of Byzantium came under the rule of Hereditary Governor Pandion IV.

"Nobles. To be honest, I have never thought that these madmen who believe that there is some kind of superpower in their blood and therefore look down on others are smart."

Fugrim laughed with utter contempt.

Ever since he and Kasgar seized power at Carax Fortress in Chemos with a dramatic performance, Fugrim now has no respect for those who think they are superior because of their bloodline.

Although almost half of the legion comes from ancient Terran noble families.

But the nobility of an emperor's son always lies in his character, not in his birth.

This is something that Casgar often tells the Legion.

As the original being found and raised by the workers, she always stood firm in her position.

The cabin vibrated slightly.

The change in the engine sound told her that they were gradually entering Byzantium's atmosphere.

[Landing in five seconds]

An inspiring message came over the airship's sonic boom.

Four,

three,

two,

One.

A gentle scrape against the ground, accompanied by a dull hiss from the valve.

The hatch opened.

Chapter 67 Helmet Shift, Shaking the Universe

Collins, the prime minister of Byzantium, stood nervously before the walkway, awaiting the arrival of the extraterrestrial visitors.

As the representative of the Byzantine governor's throne, he was particularly concerned about the extraterrestrial visitor's identity, status, and behavior.

This marks the first official visit from an extraterrestrial human empire since humanity was separated from itself by a warp storm.

Just like these magnificent and powerful aircraft, what they seek is not some kind of diplomatic action.

Instead, it was submission.

The sound of the turbo engine is slowing down.

After releasing the gravity restraints from his body, Fugrim stood up and surveyed the people inside the cabin.

Of course, he also held Casca very tightly beside him.

If she weren't wearing such tough full-body armor, Casgar might actually like it.

Unfortunately, his face came into close contact not with anything soft, but with the pair of gleaming golden Imperial eagles on the front of the Fugrim breastplate.

Casca and it made eye contact.

Damn it, the Imperial Skyhawks are ruining my plans again!

"Let me reiterate one last time: we are here for a peaceful resolution."

"No private duels are allowed."

She emphasized, giving the eager son of the emperor a glare.

His name is Serius.

The guy's expression instantly fell apart after hearing those words.

"Also, pharmacists. Do not take samples of human tissue for research without the permission of the local residents."

"Okay, my lord."

As for the object described in the last sentence, Melosin simply nodded.

Judging from her expression, she clearly wasn't going to listen.

With a slight tremor, the rear hatch of the Firebird opened.

"Alright, we should go down now—"

Fugrim suddenly changed her mind.

"No, you all go down first."

Her bright purple eyes curved into a beautiful arc as she smiled mischievously.

A bit of an interesting dramatic effect.

This has always been one of Vorgrim's favorite things.

Sunlight from the clear Byzantine sky shone in, and cheers accompanied by soaring music reached everyone's ears.

The preacher, Pike, along with the six sons of the Emperor and Commander Abdron, stepped out of the Firebird.

To maintain uniformity in military appearance, they all donned identical purple-gold power armor and carried the same type of bolt-action muskets.

Remove Meluxin.

She always had those droopy eyes with dark circles under them, and seemed uninterested in anything outside of her research.

The mechanical appendages on his medical backpack were still curled up like a spider.

They descended the slope one by one, with Abdullah at the back carrying the eagle emblem, representing the son of the emperor.

The cheers from the crowd outside came in waves.

As a Space Marine meticulously crafted by the Emperor, the sheer opulent power armor he wore was enough to command the utmost respect from mortals.

Not to mention they were the sons of emperors, who could symbolize the imperial regalia.

"It seems we made a good first impression on the locals."

Fugrim put on her purple-gold helmet, which was surrounded by a golden crown and eagle wings.

"Abdron, send me the data for your helmet."

"Yes."

[Sensor connection established]

[Generating image feedback]

As the soft red light from the helmet's eye sockets illuminated, the outside world's vision instantly reached Vorgrim's eyes.

Byzantines was a civilization in decline.

Fortunately, the local architecture still looks relatively modern, and civilization doesn't seem to have regressed to the point of being unacceptable like in Chemos.

A large, curious crowd surrounded them, eager to see what was going on.

Countless moss and vines clung to the ancient brick walls near the landing site, some of which even showed signs of cracking.

The road is paved with countless white bricks, and judging from the wear and tear, it seems that no one has ever maintained or repaired it.

It seems the locals didn't realize the true purpose of this ancient stone platform until the moment their stormbirds fell from the sky.

Far from the landing site, ahead of the stone-paved road where crowds gathered, a small group of dignitaries were waiting.

They wore heavy ceremonial robes, which were inlaid with different precious gems according to the rank of the officials and nobles.

Based on what Fugrim had read in the books he knew, this was the highest-ranking ceremonial robe worn by the officials.

It seems they attach great importance to this.

Upon seeing the Emperor's son and his entourage, clad in magnificent armor and well-trained, orderly arrayed, the leading Byzantine official bowed respectfully to Abdron, who held the flag in the center.

It seems that the official mistook Abdullah for her.

it's time.

Fugrim held tightly to Kasgar, who couldn't see anything because he wasn't connected to the helmet.

"Alright, now it's our turn."

Fugrim disembarked from the Firebird.

Amid cheers from the crowd and bewildered expressions on the faces of the officials, the over three-meter-tall deity stepped into the sunlight, meeting everyone's gaze.

Her flawless, opulent purple-gold armor shimmered in the sunlight, behind her draped a jade-green cloak woven from countless scales, and she wore a gold-trimmed, gleaming purple winged helmet. Her body was adorned with—

Wait, why is he hugging someone else?

Amidst the obvious doubts of the crowd, Fugrim walked slowly down the aisle filled with people as if he were on a catwalk, looking at the bewildered Byzantine official.

Then, she took off her helmet, revealing her flawless and stunning face to the world.

"Nice to meet you, people of Byzantium."

silence.

The cheering and noisy crowd fell silent at that moment.

No one dared to utter another word in the face of her unparalleled beauty, Fugrim.

Even the whispers among the crowd gradually disappeared due to the shock she caused.

She thoroughly enjoyed the moment.

It comes from the heartfelt admiration of countless ordinary people.

Casca felt himself being held even tighter.

After several seconds of complete silence, the Byzantine official at the front knelt down as if by instinct.

"Lord Purple Phoenix, I, the Court Chancellor [Collins], on behalf of the government of the Calkton Continent, extend my warmest welcome from the Governor's Throne."

He seemed to realize that his kneeling was somewhat inappropriate, and straightened up, revealing a forced smile.

"Next, we would like to invite Your Excellency Purple Phoenix to the Governor's residence for further discussion with our Governor."

"Please lead the way."

Fugrim was still smiling gently.

She waved again to the crowd, who were recovering from their shock, which drew another round of enthusiastic cheers.

A charm at the Primitive level.

It seems that some people became her lifelong followers after seeing Fugrim for the first time.

Hmph, anyway, that person definitely isn't me.

Casca thought to himself.

As one of the most approachable Primarchs, she seemed destined from birth to be the most charismatic diplomat of the human empire.

Of course, if these people only think of her as a simple, beautiful woman...

Nafgrim didn't mind showing them his iron-fisted methods.