Firebird

As one Stormbird fighter after another left the cabin, the last orbital dropship carrying Fulgrim glided gradually in front of them as the tracks turned.

It was a very unique Stormbird.

Compared to ordinary fighter jets, this one has undergone extensive modifications, with wings that are longer than those of the Stormbird and curve gracefully backward.

The bow of the ship is hook-shaped, which contrasts sharply with the blunt bows of other fighter jets.

With the flame paint on the tail, it looks like a burning and flying phoenix when it flies in the sky.

There are even rumors that when the aircraft passes through the atmosphere, the paint on its wings will actually burn, just like its name suggests, leaving a bright streak of color across the sky.

Firebird.

This is Fulgrim's personal vehicle.

"Chief Orator Pike, please."

Fulgrim never let go of Kasgar.

She embraced him to her side, and with her other hand and upper body, she bowed slightly, giving directions to the bureaucrat from the Imperium.

She and the warriors of the Emperor's Children Legion behind her had all changed into bright Purple-Gold Glorious Armor.

As for Fulgrim's attire, it was even more magnificent: her Jade Cloak billowed behind her, accompanied by the Flame Sword at her waist and the Ignition pistol called "Fire Mark" that shone brightly.

Even though she appears to be an exceptionally beautiful woman, not a single person would dare to question her abilities.

Including the man she was arm in arm with, Kasgar, who was dressed as a servant.

"Your relationship is unusually good."

Although he didn't know why, the preacher Pike still came to this conclusion.

She glanced at the two of them with a smile, then stepped onto the slope beside them with her right leg, which revealed some mechanical parts.

"I don't know, Fulgrim. Is this a long-planned scheme of yours, or just a little hobby of yours?"

"Or both?"

Then, her gaze swept over Kasgar, whose face was full of embarrassment.

"I never expected to see the prototype of the Centaur gold ring that have swept half the human world here."

Etc?

The fake smile on Kasgar's face vanished instantly.

Let's make things clear first!

"What is the 'Centaur gold ring' that has swept across half the human world?"

What exactly did this thing become, in places and at times unknown to Kasgar?

It's swept across half the human world?!

You mean to say that the inhabitants of nearly several million planets know about this—

"Hmm—"

Just as he was about to ask further questions, his mouth and nose were gently covered by a fair and icy hand.

It smells very good.

It smells wonderful.

"Kasgar, a servant has no right to ask questions like this, you know?"

He disguised himself as Fulgrim's personal servant and had to learn to "behave properly".

As for what constitutes proper behavior?

Of course, all decisions are made by Fulgrim alone.

As the Primarch, her power within the Legion is limitless!

Fulgrim smiled and said, "Alright, Sons of the Emperor, come with me to board the ship."

Kasgar's sorrowful gaze met the several new recruits Sons of the Emperor, behind him.

In addition to the six previously scheduled personnel, Commander Abdelon will also be traveling as part of the honor guard.

Kasgar clearly saw a hint of pity in the other's eyes.

I understand what he means.

Sometimes, being a gigolo isn't easy.

Master-level craftsmanship of sword, shield, gun, and armor.

Miracles and magic always come at a price.

For example, a certain red- Ogryn with one eye.

The Firebird is navigating through the debris field.

The heavy engine noise that used to whiz past my ears was greatly reduced after the noise reduction modification by Fulgrim.

This gave them the opportunity to communicate.

"Ms. Pike, what is your opinion of the Byzas bureaucrats we are about to face? After reading all the materials you have submitted, I am pessimistic about them."

"All?"

Pike was clearly somewhat surprised by the number.

Following their first contact, all historical materials, literary works, and poetic art from Byzas were copied and sent to the 28th Expeditionary Fleet.

Even with the Primarch's energy, reviewing all of them during weeks of Warp travel would be a massive undertaking.

Not to mention that the 28th Expeditionary Fleet had just been established, and there were still many more missions and approvals awaiting the Legion Primarch's execution.

Yet she still managed to manage everything perfectly.

"That's a huge number, Lord Fulgrim. Especially considering how busy you are."

"Thank you for your compliment, madam. I like to do things myself, just like this Firebird we are on, which is also a work of art that I built myself on the Armory Deck."

"As Sons of the Emperor who constantly strive for perfection, we never stop."

She didn't hide the pride in her tone.

"Only--"

She glanced at Kasgar out of the corner of her eye.

"Even though I poured all my heart and soul into pursuing perfection and gave him all my love, I still couldn't keep him."

"The caged bird still yearns for the world outside, the world called the Iron Hands."

"What should I do now, Ms. Pike?"

Kasgar felt Fulgrim's hand gripping his waist.

He sensed that a crisis was approaching.

That's because—

No, I won't talk back.

She spoke slowly and deliberately.

His gaze toward Kasgar was filled with cold, disdainful contempt.

As one of the most beautiful Primarch in the galaxy, Fulgrim's every smile and gesture has an immeasurable power of attraction for ordinary people.

The same applies to Kasgar.

"Snort."

Seeing that Kasgar was speechless and dared not speak again, she gave a soft hum.

Like a child who has successfully exacted revenge, a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

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

The speaker, Pike, 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 Byzas regime is already heading madly down the road to destruction."

Controlling the entire Byzas was an aristocratic oligarchy known as the "Chilier Nobility," 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 Government on the Byzas, 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 Byzas 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."

Fulgrim laughed with utter contempt.

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

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

But the nobility of Sons of the Emperor always lies in his character, not in his birth.

This is something that Kasgar often tells the Legion.

As the Primarch 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 Byzas's atmosphere.

[Landing in five seconds]

An inspiring message came over the airship's Sound Array boom.

Four,

Three,

Two,

One.

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

The hatch opened.