Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Casca listened quietly to the vulnerability she concealed beneath her perfect facade.

And gently comforted her.

It's always better to vent than to keep it bottled up inside and say nothing.

As for how to comfort her, Casca also has her own unique techniques.

"It's all Guilliman's fault!"

"Casca shouted angrily."

It's all his fault!

"He's so mean! All he does is brag about that crappy 500-world inheritance he inherited!"

"What's with the arrogance? He inherited it all from his adoptive father, King Connor. What does it have to do with him? The Ultramarines were even added to his army by the Emperor!"

"What skills could Guilliman possibly have?!"

"They can't compare to Chemos, which we built ourselves up from scratch! Right, Fugrim?"

"If a fight really breaks out, we can easily slit his throat with a swordsmanship contest!"

"Yes, that's right! It's that Guilliman, he's absolutely wicked!"

Fugrim immediately went from crying to laughing.

The best way to comfort someone is to create an enemy.

Nobody is more suited to take the blame than Guilliman.

"If you have any pressure in the future, just take it out on me."

"Really?"

Fugrim looked up, a look of surprise on her face.

"Well, pretend I didn't say that."

"No, I heard it. Casca, you said it all."

"Look forward to it from now on."

Fugrim stood up, gently patted the dust off his clothes, and kissed him on the forehead again.

Casca had a bad feeling.

He felt that his pelvis was about to suffer another serious injury.

The two stood up and looked at the ashes left behind after the demon had burned.

"Casca, what was that thing that was impersonating you just now?"

Well...

demon?

Or perhaps it is a manifestation of desire?

This suggests that Fugrim harbors a deep-seated desire to escape everything.

Who can truly know?

"Anyway, it's not a good thing."

"In short, if you ever encounter a situation where a voice is whispering in your ear, just come to me to deal with it."

Casca waved his right hand.

After this period of use, the light gold cracks have been rising from the wrist and have begun to spread across the entire right arm.

"Won't you be in danger?"

Seeing this, Fugrim stepped forward with concern and stroked his arm, which was covered in golden cracks.

She knew about this mutation from the moment it first appeared and asked him to conduct a full examination.

However, no matter how the tests were performed, the results showed no problems.

It was as if the golden-red cracks never existed.

In the end, after giving him a few words of advice, Fugrim gave up on asking any further questions.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is probably a sign of some kind of psychic awakening in me."

Casca replied, "But I don't know what I'll become if the crack really breaks completely."

"No."

Suddenly, Casca heard a faint, mosquito-like whisper in his ear.

"what?"

"Don't use this anymore, Casca. I'm afraid I'll lose you."

Fugrim's face was filled with heartache.

She held tightly to Casca's right arm, reluctant to let go.

Maybe.

Kasgar used to look down on those red-eyed Oglins who played with psionic powers, but now that his psionic powers have awakened, he's become incredibly fond of them.

This is so useful!

Exorcism, healing, and even special attacks!

But Kasgar himself knew that relying too much on psychic power was not a good thing.

If it explodes, turning into ashes like those of a red-letter soldier would be considered a good outcome.

If another Eye of Fear explodes, then we're truly doomed.

He couldn't just lose his physical body like that; he still had a female primordial body waiting to be fed at home!

It's best to use it as little as possible.

Kaska secretly made up his mind.

"Right, we need to get back quickly."

“Abdron is currently defending the capital of Byzantium, and the nobles are very likely to rebel when I leave.”

As he spoke, Fugrim gripped his arm tightly.

Perhaps those rebellious nobles could not defeat the god-like warriors of Astartes.

But if they want to perish together with us and detonate hidden nuclear weapons to turn the continent into ruins, then it will be very troublesome.

At that time, the entire continent will be covered by nuclear radiation wasteland.

Just like Chemos back then.

Byzantines is a resource-rich planet, which is why it was chosen as 28-1 as the starting point for the expedition.

At the crucial moment of the Great Crusade, Fugrim did not have the spare energy to modify it as he had to modify Chemos.

They must hurry and stop the nobles' madness.

"You mean the nobles in the capital have rebelled?"

Casca chuckled awkwardly.

"I already took care of it when I came here before."

Of course, it's best not to ask how it was solved.

Chapter 82 Actually, I am also Sabazius

One standard Terra time before.

The capital of the central continent of Byzantium.

"The area where the rebels gathered has been cleared, and most of the nearby residents have been evacuated to safe locations designated by us."

Chancellor Collins looked worried: "Madam Propagandist, I wonder when Lord Purple Phoenix will be able to return?"

After seeing the Firebird fly towards the southern continent, those restless nobles also began to take action.

After several generations of change, even the military in the central Byzantine continent was controlled by numerous oligarchs.

These people, even when Fugrim was around, had to fear his almost godlike combat abilities.

But now that Fugrima is gone, they are like wild beasts without a keeper, forming a vast rebel army and marching towards the capital.

The situation is for Abdullah.

They're quite optimistic.

“Prime Minister, I believe that the rabble we are currently facing is not worth the trouble of Lord Fugrim.”

Abdullah dismissed the prime minister’s defeatist report with disdain.

As the commander of the Son of the Emperor, who owned a Queen Glory-class battleship, he did not believe that those dilapidated troops posed much of a threat to them.

"I hope so."

After a sigh, Chancellor Collins slowly left the central hall of the mansion.

This place was used as a temporary military conference hall after Vogrim announced its takeover.

Abdullah was not worried about the impending insurgents.

The enemy army consisted of only a few thousand farmers hastily assembled, some of whom hadn't even received a gun.

The dozen or so tanks and artillery pieces are practically antiques; it's estimated that only some military museums on Holy Terra would have similar models in their collections.

"Lord Fugrim should have brought more people with her."

Abdron spoke softly, and after exchanging a few more words with the preacher about the battle, he quickly left the governor's residence.

He needed to go to the high observation post to check on the rebels' gathering.

Several enormous objects appeared in the sky, their massive, blotting-out presence attracting Abdron's attention.

airship.

Airships equipped with anti-gravity devices are among the few advanced technologies from Byzantium that have survived to this day.

Of course, I only know how to use it.

After all, the few remaining military airships on Byzantium were all completely under the control of the government forces.

But they all seemed to be in the sky.

Abdullah frowned.

These airships should not have been deployed.

At least according to his orders, Abdullah, he did not use these weapons.

He activated the walkie-talkie on his helmet.

"The situation has changed. Call Quinn, Serius, and Alkenes. Beware of unidentified airships; they may not be friendly."

"Airship has been spotted and its movements are being monitored."

"Commander, should we shoot it down?"

"Just stay alert, I'll go find out."

boom!

At that very moment, the airship above Abdron opened fire.

Pneumatic stone-shooting cannon, laser cannon.

As a seasoned lord and commander, Abdron silently recited the names of these weapons as he dodged.

The airship was firing at the governor's residence where they were located.

Although the enemy's weapons were not advanced, under the heavy firepower, the governor's residence, which served as the command post of the 28th Expeditionary Fleet, was quickly riddled with bullets and on the verge of collapse.

Moreover, even more soldiers parachuted from the airships to the ground to coordinate with the rebels outside the city in a coordinated attack from within and without.

"Quinn, take a portion of the mortal auxiliary troops back to the city and clear out the rebels within."