The upper levels of Fort Karaxis were warm and comfortable.

Inside an office paved with rare and precious wood from Chemos, Herold leisurely received reports from his subordinates.

After the assassination of the previous patriarch, he successfully captured his siblings, who also coveted the position, with the help of his patrol team, becoming the true power holder of Fort Karaxis.

The process was not easy, but fortunately, the result was worth it.

“You may leave now, Raoul. If the workers protest again, bring more stun batons and guards.”

He leisurely commanded the sloppily dressed, strangely-faced lackey in front of him.

Although this person was somewhat slow-witted in his demeanor and even insane in his actions, he was good at fighting and fiercely loyal, handling things quite well.

“Yes, Master.”

As his subordinate left, the room once again belonged to him alone.

…That woman, Fulgrim, is truly foolish.

Leaning back in his leather chair, resting and observing the exquisite decorations around him, Herold couldn’t help but sneer.

Improving mechanical production was indeed a good thing.

But unfortunately, the first thing she thought of after increasing production efficiency was not them, the nobles, but those lowly workers.

It was bad enough that all the resources were given to the poor, but she also spent a great deal of time teaching them literacy and art, saying something about “bringing beauty back to Chemos”?

What a sin.

He had intended to properly enlighten her after their marriage alliance, to make her recognize the reality that people are different.

He never expected that not only would she not appreciate it, but she would also stubbornly choose to get engaged to that good-for-nothing Kasga!

If things continued like this, wouldn’t all the workers become idlers, not thinking about how to work every day, but instead researching useless dramas and philosophies?

Wouldn’t they be no different from nobles!

Then how would they display their noble status, and how could they be called nobles?

It was thanks to Herold’s scheme that he disrupted the engagement ceremony and successfully alienated Fulgrim from the workers, making those fools believe that Fulgrim had betrayed them.

And after gaining power, he immediately ordered that the workers’ hours be gradually restored to normal, little by little.

The lower class should serve the upper class permanently, not ridiculously invest their energy in artistic creation.

This was undoubtedly a complete waste of resources.

He would reclaim those precious resources wasted on the workers and re-decorate them as products of the nobility.

As for the two who were still on the run…

Now that they were estranged, no matter how capable Fulgrim was, she shouldn’t be able to stir up any trouble.

Tsk.

It was a pity about her perfect face.

“Report!”

Just as he was still pondering countermeasures for the two in his mind, the office door suddenly opened.

Raoul, who had just left the room, rushed in, grinning with his uneven yellow teeth, a sheepish smile on his face, and knelt.

It gave him a fright.

“Slow down, Raoul, slow down.”

“Perhaps you really should learn some normal people’s etiquette, just like those workers who only know how to riot.”

Herold complained, rubbing his forehead.

“Speak, what is it?”

“It’s Fulgrim! We found her!”

“Oh?” He straightened up, suddenly interested. “Finally… after chasing her for so long, we can finally capture her.”

His patrol team wasn’t completely useless after all.

“Tell me, Raoul. Where is that woman now?”

“She…”

“She’s right outside your door, Master.”

…

Having a blade held to one’s throat was not a pleasant feeling.

Especially when it was held by a nearly 3-meter-tall Demigod.

“Fulgrim, what exactly do you want?”

Herold’s tone was outwardly fierce but inwardly weak.

The battle ended quickly.

Facing the sudden attackers, he immediately organized his most trusted police squad to fight back.

These people were all skilled, some even capable of single-handedly taking on an entire patrol team without being at a disadvantage.

They swarmed forward; even if Fulgrim was tall and naturally strong, she shouldn’t have been able to handle their encirclement.

It should have been like that.

But then, he watched his elite subordinates fall in swathes at an extremely fast pace.

The swordplay Fulgrim displayed was extremely elegant and swift.

Under her unparalleled precise movements, even the most skilled swordsman in Karrakis couldn’t last even a single move.

Many guys didn’t even see their opponent’s movements before their weapons flew out of their hands.

Herold didn’t understand why this nearly 3-meter-tall giant could possess such fast sword skills.

But that was the reality.

The vast disparity in strength between the two sides made all his previous schemes a joke.

As for the first and last time he clearly saw that cold gleam, it was when it was held to his neck.

…

How many heads did they have to dare to fight Fulgrim in close combat?

Did they really think this was Nuceria and she was Angron?

“Fulgrim, you… you dare to provoke a noble with crude force!”

Herold’s expression was full of shock and uncertainty.

He had truly underestimated his opponent’s strength.

However, seeing that the other party only disarmed the patrol team’s weapons and was unwilling to take their lives, he gained a little courage to bluster.

Presumably, this woman must still be wary of the nobles’ methods.

She should be wary.

“I warn you, Fulgrim.”

“The other nobles in Karrakis have already formed an alliance with me. If you dare to harm us, the entire fort will fall!”

“Oh?”

She raised an eyebrow slightly.

Herold snorted coldly, “We control the fort’s facilities! If you dare to lay hands on me, on the nobles, without our leadership…”

“The enraged people will surely deliver melta bombs and the fort’s design maps to outside the city, letting the remaining nobles avenge me!”

“Hahaha! When the fort is blown open, we might as well all die together!”

A hint of madness flashed in Herold’s eyes.

“People outside the city! That’s right, people outside the city!”

“Big bombs for the Sulfa people outside the city!”

Raoul, beside him, shrieked in agreement at the opportune moment.

“Raoul, you idiot! I never said it was the Sulfa people!”

“Sulfa people?”

Rarely, Fulgrim’s expression became solemn.

The Sulfa people were the largest nomadic tribe on the planet Chemos.

If Jaghatai Khan had truly landed on Chemos as expected, he would probably be a carefree biker among the Sulfa people.

It was just a pity that reality always had unexpected twists.

Due to some Warp power at play, it was Fulgrim, found by the workers of Fort Karaxis, who ultimately landed on Chemos.

As for combat, the Sulfa people were all skilled fighters.

Relying on excellent swordsmen and scrap motorcycles assembled from ancient machinery, even surviving in the harsh wasteland of swirling yellow sand, their combat power remained formidable and fierce.

If they got their hands on melta bombs and the fort map, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Even if Fulgrim was fearless, Fort Karaxis, lacking combat strength, would very likely fall.

“The troublemakers you arranged earlier, they were Sulfa people, weren’t they?”

She asked in a cold voice.

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Kill me if you want, if you can accept the fort falling into internal strife due to a lack of noble leadership and ultimately being lost.”

Herold turned his head away and closed his eyes tightly, looking like a righteous warrior bravely facing death.

“No,” she shook her head, “you seem to have misunderstood something.”

“I never said I would kill you.”

Saying that, she sheathed her gleaming blade.

…

The elegant and perfect Primarch would not choose such crude methods to conquer Karrakis.

That was the way of tyrants and dictators.

And she, Fulgrim, had her own unique methods.

“Herold, I merely came to invite you to watch a play.”

She said with a smile.