Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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Looking at Abdron and Chancellor Collins, who were approaching closely from a distance, Fugrim asked in a deep voice.

"This... Lady Fugrim, I received this."

Chancellor Collins hurriedly handed her a piece of parchment.

It seems that during the commotion just now, someone handed it to the prime minister, who was trembling under Abdullah's protection.

"I don't understand this."

The writing above is not in the local language commonly found in Byzantines, but is written in High Gothic words.

Six days later, Sabazius set foot on Byzantine soil for the first time.

"Riddler."

Fugrim felt a headache starting to throb.

Sabazius.

There's that name again.

Since arriving in Byzantium, it has clung to them like a leech.

Now, she not only has no clues about Casca, but she is also under attack from the Riddler.

I hate riddles.

"Forgrim said."

Chapter 75 Takeover

The captured assassin's mouth was tightly sealed.

But with a few magical gadgets from the chief pharmacist, he quickly opened his mouth.

"What methods did the pharmacist use?"

"What methods? Ha, recruit, there are some things you'd better never know."

When faced with questions from the legionary soldiers, Abdron's answers were somewhat ambiguous.

As the son of the emperor, and even the most talented biologist in the entire empire (excluding Huang Laohan), Melusin's experiments are generally top secret within the legion.

It is not something that can be told to outsiders.

It's perfectly normal for the Third Army to have some secrets within its ranks.

The southern continent of Byzantium.

This place was once a beautiful and tranquil paradise, according to ancient legends.

But a century ago, a protracted nuclear war completely changed everything.

Now, all that remains of this place is a vast, glassy plain filled with radiation, and deformed mutants searching for water and food within it.

The harm caused by nuclear weapons often lasts much longer than the lives of tyrants.

After a long war of unification, one of the things the emperor ordered the legions to stop using this harmful thing that had plagued them for thousands of years.

Telmar, who was born in Chemos, strongly agreed with this.

Ultimately, virus bombs and whirlwind torpedoes are still more effective.

It's simple, efficient, and leaves no pollution.

If there's anything on this planet that could harm Fugrim, it's probably the nuclear weapons buried here.

For some reason, this thought suddenly popped into his mind.

The Stormbird, son of the Emperor, chose the northernmost point of the Glass Wasteland as its landing site.

On the edge of this desolate land, there are still some polluted, black swamps and grasslands where the irradiated mutants can survive.

Telma said, "Chemos."

Everything here reminded Telma of the past.

"In my childhood memories, the environment in Chemos had improved a lot, but I often heard older people say how terrible their environment used to be."

"I think it's probably pretty much the same as here."

“The older generation will always say that, Telma.”

Thorne, standing beside him, joked, "You know, when I was little, the environment was nothing like—"

Telma was also amused by his vivid performance.

The purpose of the emperor's sons coming here is quite simple.

According to the assassins' identification, one of the nobles who assassinated them was based in this barren land.

"The fact that those noble friends would set up their strongholds in such a godforsaken place shows just how shameful they are."

"Then let's put an end to all this quickly."

Seeing the warning message in her helmet indicating severely excessive radiation, Telma called out to her companions.

This place has been completely soaked in radiation.

There is nothing worth clinging to, and there never will be.

Then, he spotted a very familiar figure in the distance.

"Pharmacist, what are you doing here?"

"sampling."

"It's okay, don't be afraid. He won't hurt you."

Melusin spoke, trying to reassure the mutants lining up in front of her.

Even though it was almost impossible for the other person to understand Melusin's language, she still tried to comfort her.

The latter's head, covered in mutated tumors, was now shrinking back as Telma approached.

The next moment, a mechanical probe pierced through the back of Melusin's neck and collected a bone marrow sample.

At that moment, the Thinker unit on the shoulder armor emitted a pleasurable hum, as if it were feeding.

Melusin then handed a bag of supplies to the other man, who tremblingly held it, bowed in Melusin's direction, and left.

"Pharmacist, these...creatures." After some thought, Telma still chose not to call them human.

"Honestly, I just feel disgusted."

"Then you should go back to Chemos and take a good look at it."

Melusin retorted, "Your people haven't been back to being human for very long, but it seems you've already learned to look down on each other."

"Pharmacist, what did you say?!"

Telma glared angrily.

He was clearly angered by the pharmacist's sarcastic remarks.

“Alright, Telmar,” Thorne reached out to stop him. “We still have a mission. Let’s finish this quickly and avoid any trouble.”

"Humph!"

Upon hearing this, he snorted loudly through his nose and turned to leave with the emperor's sons beside him.

"next."

Meilushin shouted without turning her head.

The capital of Byzantium, the mansion of Fugrim.

Some ancient books about Sabazius were placed on her desk.

After reading for several hours, Fugrim gradually pinpointed the location specified on the note.

Sabazius is a person.

At least in legends, he was a human.

He led the ancestors of the Byzantines to this place.

He shattered their chains, freeing them from a powerful tyrant who claimed to be the master of all mankind.

He killed a giant serpent and used its scales to build boats, enabling them to escape.

Emerging from the darkness, traversing the forest of stars, he led them to the paradise of Byzantium.

She sighed.

That's roughly the story.

It seems that Fugrim only has six days left.

Fortunately, Byzantium's solar day was similar to Terra's, avoiding her complicated time conversion.

If we look at the current time, there are five days left.

If no new leads emerge, she must go.

The other party is in the shadows, while she is in the light.

And there is still no news from Casca.

This made her particularly anxious.

"You mean to seize Byzantium's capital directly?"

In the private mansion of Fugrim, Chief Propagandist Pike asked.

When Fugrim summoned the members of the 28th Expeditionary Fleet, the matters to be discussed did not seem to be as harmonious as everyone had imagined.

"I prefer taking over to seizing."

"The continental government of Byzantium is now nearly incompetent. Officials are living in fear, nobles are interfering, and assassinations are rampant."

"As far as I know, in just these few days, more than three assassination attempts have been thwarted by Pike's hounds."

Fugrim's gaze swept over the old woman beside him.

"This is not how a host should treat his guests."

"Lord Fugrim, what should we do?"

The effect she wanted to achieve was also very simple.

Isolate, then blockade.

In this way, those impatient opponents will gather together from the shadows, thus exposing themselves.

Then they were defeated by Vorgrim and the Emperor's Sons.

Divide and conquer the enemy one by one, which may be a good strategy, but getting them to unite may be a bit arrogant, though it is often faster.

What Fugrim lacks most right now is time.

She had to figure out what kind of being could have caused the artifact on Kasga to remain missing until now.

"In that case, we can use a feint attack to distract the nobles."