Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 161 The Emperor's Fist! Thoughts flow like a spring!
Just as Horus was racking his brains for ideas, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

[The ship is about to undergo a subspace jump. Crew members, please wait at the designated safe location.]

The servants from the navigation room broadcast this message throughout the entire battleship, the Vengeance Soul.

Having waited long enough in Scacia, it was time to head to the Dark Night system and explore new expedition planets.

In the dangerous situation where the starlight is blocked by the warp, in order to prevent the warp from going astray, the Vengeful Spirit will follow the Mountain Array led by Rogdorn on a short jump.

Once they had penetrated deep into the Dark Night Sector, they had the remaining three Primarchs lead their respective expeditionary fleets, which, like the trunk and branches of a tree, covered the Mountain Array at the forefront as it launched a surprise attack into the interior of the sector.

Horus and his two siblings were tasked with guarding this newly opened short-distance jump tunnel from the mysterious forces emanating from the Dark Night Sector.

Since all four expeditionary fleets that had previously attempted to enter had disappeared without a trace, it remained unknown what enemies awaited them in the sector.

Although the Shadowmoon Wolves are not the vanguard, they still need to be treated with caution.

Bang!

Horus was equally worried as he felt the extra turbulence that came with entering the warp.

He knew perfectly well that the lion's purpose was to select the commander of the upcoming grand expedition.
But it is clear that this crucial position, this position that allows one to be closer to the Emperor, can only belong to Horus!

As the Primarch who unfortunately failed the exam last time, he was determined to succeed.

Absolutely not!

But this doesn't seem to be something Horus can decide.

A lion whose mindset has undergone a tremendous change, becoming no longer as stubborn and indifferent as before, will naturally gain more support.

The First Legion itself is quite powerful, and the Lions themselves are capable of turning the tide of the Battle of Randan, making them incredibly formidable.

Furthermore, the lion's loyalty is unwavering and can withstand any test. It seems that once the opponent has figured things out, our side has little advantage left?!

How can he possibly defeat this true "eldest son of the emperor"?
Horus fell into deep thought.

His ulterior motives were among the most numerous of the Primarchs, second only to the more ambitious Guilliman.

After several severe jolts, the sky outside the staff room window, which was originally a dark world dotted with stars, has now transformed into a dazzling purple halo of colors.

The warp jump is complete; what follows is a long journey.

Even in a warp storm, this is no exception—no matter how powerful the Primarch's individual abilities are, they will appear extremely insignificant before the vast power of the universe.

[The maintenance crew reports on the damage to the jump ship.]

[And inform the Council of Four Kings of Shadowmoon Wolf, and tell them to come to the Vengeful Spirit's meeting room as soon as possible after they have calmed down.]

"My lord, what has happened this time?"

Togardon, along with the other three Shadowmoon Wolves company commanders, stood at the door of the staff room.

"Did they discover some enemy during the jump? Or—"

"Please come in, everyone."

It's not a big deal.

Horus showed the performance record of the Knights of Caliban from the lion to his Council of Four.

"This is."

Even the lion did it?
Thanks to the support of the "Shadow Moon Wolf University of Learning," the Sixteenth Legion's level of expertise in subjects such as drama and other arts has always been among the best in all legions.

Aside from the emperor's sons, they had never had a rival in praising the emperor.

It was voted the most oppressive legion in the Great Expedition.

Centaur, gold ring!
I love the Emperor, and the Emperor loves me!
The entire legion was immersed in this atmosphere of happiness and joy.

Even the Great Expedition to kill aliens was exceptionally exciting!
Even the chief Imperial Truth Proclaimer, who was in charge of the Legion's discipline, was unsure what to do in this situation.

—Is this really in line with imperial truth?
There seemed to be no problem: Shadowmoon Wolves became more loyal and steadfast in this campaign to praise the Emperor, and the Great Crusade's progress was not hampered by the need to build the Emperor's idol.

But something seems off about this loyalty?

I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong, but something just feels off.

Finally, the preacher reported the situation to his secret superior, the Imperial Chancellor in charge of the legion's intelligence, Makado.

After receiving the parchment scroll detailing the transformations of the Shadowmoon Wolf, Makado fell silent.

Then, after repeatedly asking whether there was a problem with the interstellar communication, and personally communicating with psionic energy to confirm that the information was correct.
The silence seemed to last even longer.

Makado: "."

In the end, he chose not to order the purge of Shadowmoon Wolf.

However, the Shadowmoon Wolves, who were at the height of their power, soon encountered their formidable foe—the ghouls from the Ninth Legion.

There's always someone stronger; their "Holy Suppression" is even more terrifying and dreadful than Horus and the Shadowmoon Wolves' "Royal Suppression"!
After welcoming their own Saint Gilles, it was as if some kind of genetic lock had been unlocked, and they instantly transformed into Saint Gilles' most talented and fanatical followers.

Inspiration flowed freely from his mind like water, and all sorts of amazing chapters that the human brain could hardly imagine (including those that abhorred intelligence!) emerged frequently from this bizarre legion.

Although all the works of art praise Saint Gilles, the angle, intensity, and manner of the praise are problems that the Holy Blood Angels study day and night.

In this legion, everyone is a great artist.

From then on, the title of the most artistic legion was always associated with the clash between the Emperor's Son and the Holy Blood Angels.

Ah, and there's also the [White Scars] Legion.

Shortly after Chagatai Khan returned, he learned that the Holy Blood Angel and the Shadow Moon Wolf, who often fought alongside him, were both masters of art. So he decided to take the most literary and calligraphic warriors from his White Scar Legion to exchange ideas.

Then?

After watching Horus's Shadowmoon Wolves perform the Centaur Gold Ring, the Khan's flagship, Bladestorm, sailed away from the Vengeful Spirit at its fastest speed.

Run!

There isn't a single person here.

From then on, the white scar seemed to have been playing by itself, and never participated in the party between the Holy Blood Angel and the Shadow Moon Wolf again.

From then on, the other legions all thought they were just barbarians, and their interactions with them ceased.

Actually, they're just too normal.

The only normal person often does seem a little out of place.

Now, it seems that besides the Holy Blood Angel and the Emperor's Son, Shadowmoon Wolf will soon have a new opponent—

The most mysterious First Legion, Dark Angels, led by the Lion.

They seem to want to join in this chaotic mess!

Although the lion's debut performance was somewhat immature, its vibrant energy and confidence, which Horus himself had to admire, were still remarkable.

In particular, there seemed to be a golden flame burning in the lion's eyes, as if he were possessed by the centaur that Horus had envisioned during his conquests!
Beautiful and powerful.

The dazzling golden light that shone so brightly was so real that even Horus, who had been immersed in this art for many years, had to admire it!
I didn't expect you to like the Centaur Gold Ring too!
Have you all seen the Lion King performance?

"So, everyone, tell us how you feel."

Horus turned off the projector on the table and walked over to look at the members of the Council of Four Kings.

Cyranus remained silent, while Togarden seemed to be deep in thought.

Abaddon, the company commander of Shadowmoon Wolves, did not seem to have a positive attitude towards this.

"Forgive my bluntness, Lord Horus, but now is the time for an expedition to the Dark Night Sector. You should not waste your energy on such trivial matters."

Abaddon seemed to have always disliked Horus mentioning the Emperor in his presence, and he was also strongly opposed to the existence of the Centaur Ring.

But for some reason, Horus chose to give him the centaur gold ring that he had given him when he became the head of the Shadowmoon Wolves Council of Four Kings.

Abaddon seemed to really like that gold ring.

It seems she's still wearing it on her hand.

"Perhaps you have a point, Abaddon."

Unusually, Horus did not refute Abaddon's sour remark.

“But I sensed something was off about this video—did you see the golden power Ryan unleashed during the battle?”

As he spoke, Horus pointed to the holographic projection.

In the scene, the mediocre villain actors appearing at the Phoenix Grand Theatre all disappear quickly and painfully under the golden halo of the lion.

The special effects and the stage actors' performances were quite interesting, but that's about it, isn't it?
"This is just the simplest special effect synthesized by the Thinker Array. Any Mechanicus member, even a servant, could do it."

Abaddon was somewhat dismissive.

"No, no, no. Abaddon, haven't you noticed yet?"

Horus patiently corrected him: "Look at the expressions on the faces of these spectators."

The expressions on the faces of the audience.
Following Horus's pause and replay, the Council of Four Kings looked down at the audience below—no one would have paid attention to the presence below the stage of the Phoenix Grand Theatre, not even the cameramen of the narrators would have lingered on it.

However, since Luther himself was in the audience, the audience seemed to be given extra attention this time.

The audience was restless, though they didn't know why.

These sons of the emperor, who were usually disciplined and always behaved properly in any situation, seemed to be focusing their attention not on the exciting performance on stage, but rather on playfully "fighting" each other in their seats.

Very strange.

Even conflicts that erupted during the most exciting moments of the performance were not just one, but many.

But seemingly in the next instant, the golden light, which should have been a special effect, shone on them, and everything underwent an indescribable and strange change.

The spectators below the field seemed to wake from a dream, looking blankly at their opponents who had just been fighting.

What's wrong with us?
It seemed that the golden light was truly calming the conflict between them!
and many more?

Isn't this special effects?
The eyes of the members of the Council of Four Kings were instantly drawn to the lion on the screen, which was unleashing a mysterious power.

"stop."

Horus stopped the projection in his hand and looked at the members of the Council of Four Kings in front of him.

"Did you see that?"

Horus's tone held a hint of doubt: "The Lane brothers seem to have a special ability, right during his performance."

"I could feel that aura, that feeling. He was just like, just like..."

"Father."

Horus finally made up his mind and said.

Horus immediately recalled the emperor, clad in golden armor and radiating dazzling golden light.

Although he was indeed a wizard, no one ever dared to say that the Emperor was a wizard.

This feeling seemed exactly like the golden light of the Emperor, the power that Horus was most familiar with and could never forget!
"It's like witchcraft, but it's not just witchcraft. Ah, it's so elusive."

"It's like... it's like a wondrous energy that arises from people's faith!"

Horus was pondering how to express his thoughts without violating the truth of the Empire.

In other words, is this a manifestation of the Emperor's power?
"Haha, look what I just said!"

He smiled, trying his best to cover up some of his words that were somewhat contrary to the truth of the empire.

"So, I'm also wondering if what I'm seeing is real—or if I'm just overthinking it?"

"The Council of Four Kings, what do you think?"

Horus wanted to ask the Lion King directly how he obtained that imperial golden light (he was extremely envious).

However, with the interference of subspace storms, it is clear that precious interstellar communication cannot be used in such a worthless place.

Horus, as the commander of the legion, naturally knew what was important and what was urgent.

But I'm really curious about that golden light!
It seems to truly have the power to touch other people's hearts; if used in battle...
As for whether it was witchcraft or not, Horus clearly remembered that Ryan absolutely did not know witchcraft!
It's not witchcraft, which means Horus also has a chance!

Although he kept trying to find reasons for himself, it seems that the real reason was that the golden light was too similar to the imperial light.

What a familiar feeling! Just sensing this aura made Horus feel as if he had returned to the thirty years he spent alone with the Emperor.

Ah, those wonderful thirty years.
The Shadowmoon Wolf Primal Form, Shepherd Wolf God, fell into a state of extreme intoxication.

I, Horus Lupecal, must have him!
Togarden and Cyranus exchanged a glance.

Again?
Again.

Horus, the Primarch, is good in every way; his virtues could not be counted in three days and three nights.

The problem is that he really loves emperors.

So much so that they would never miss an opportunity to express their affection for the emperor.

This is the result of the emperor's suppression.

Horus goes mad whenever the Council of the Four Kings tries to give the Primarch more respect.

"Perhaps this wasn't edited in post-production, but it seems that only Lord Ryan has ever used this mysterious power."

"Wait, I think I remember this!"

As Togaton spoke, he suddenly seemed to remember something and slapped Cyranus next to him hard: "Remember that time?!"

"Which time?"

"The expedition records show that Prospero was besieged by the Soul-Eating Bees! It was this golden aura that wiped out all the Soul-Eating Bees! In all the imperial records, it is said that this power came from Lord Magnus!"

"But I remember it clearly, the performer recorded by the narrator at the time was none other than—Lord Fugrim!"

"really?"

The clues were gradually coming together, and Horus felt himself getting closer and closer to the truth.

It seems that such magical power really exists, and it can even repel attacks from warp creatures!
"it is good!"

"The Council of Four Kings, while you are still in the process of warp jump, take some time to go to the library on the Soul of Vengeance and look up any information about this golden glow."

Although Horus did not know the origin of this golden light, his eyes began to shine at this moment.

"Golden radiance. Centaur, gold ring."

After the Council of Four Kings left with their orders, Horus stood alone in the empty staff room once again.

How exactly can one unleash power similar to that of the Lion King in the video?

He recalled the lion king's actions in the video.

It seemed as if he was fighting against an imaginary enemy at the time.
Horus stood in an open space, mimicking the appearance of Ryan in the video.

"call"

With a few deep breaths, he cleared his mind of distractions.

Of course, Horus's understanding of "distractions" may be somewhat different from that of normal people.

Any thought that has nothing to do with the emperor is a distraction.

After calming himself down, he re-examined all his weapons and equipment.

Horus now has neither the Worldbreaker nor the Claw of Horus on his body.

He only had a power sword that had always accompanied him on his Great Expeditions, and a twin bolter attached to the bottom of his gauntlets.

The emperor didn't give him anything better; only this power sword could accompany him on his campaigns.

Horus harbored some resentment.

Thinking of the extra privileges other Primarchs received by taking treasures directly from the Emperor's armory, Horus felt a surge of indescribable displeasure.

How about we try sword dancing first?
Horus recalled that the Lane brothers had started their sword dance on stage, which resulted in that downward slash that unleashed a powerful golden light.

If the Lane brothers could do it, why couldn't Horus?
But it seems somewhat inappropriate to practice swordsmanship in the staff room where military discipline is discussed.

Although he was in charge of the entire Sixteenth Army Corps, he still had to set a good example for everyone.

Since sword dancing is ineffective, Horus can only rely on his fists, aside from the power sword in his hand.

Or rather, there is no decomposing force field; it's all about the iron fist that strikes with ceramic gloves.

He swung his left gauntlet forward.

call out!
A loud whooshing sound cut through the air, a pleasant sound that pierced through the air. As a Primarch, Horus's power, even without weapons, was astonishing.

"Let's give it a try, just in case."

He murmured to himself.

It seems that at the moment of throwing that punch, one is in the imagined state that one has constructed in one's mind.

He relied not on the laws of force in the physical universe, but on the purest will within his own heart to unleash the power in his hands!
Emperor
Horus recalled the scene of his first encounter with the Emperor on Holy Terra.

That was when he had just awakened his Primarch power, and his mind was still overflowing with endless thoughts.

As a Corsonia scoundrel, everything in his mind told him that this planet wasn't everything he could reach; there were more distant, more unknown worlds waiting for him, Horus Lupecal—yes, more worlds, more people—

He met him just as he boarded the ship and arrived on a brand new planet.

Emperor.

As he threw another punch, Horus felt as if he had truly returned to the past, back to those thirty years.

He was no longer the commander who commanded countless ships and countless brave Astartes warriors, but a confused young man who had just arrived on Terra.

He received the emperor's teachings and assistance here.

Horus saw his figure; he was like that.
Emperor.

Horus threw another punch forward. At this moment, Horus truly felt as if he had returned to the past. This punch was less a product of his consciousness and more a product of his body controlling his hand as he threw it forward.

Thirty years have passed.

Above the sacred Terra, the starry sky seemed far away, an untouchable existence; and on the earth, only the Emperor and Horus remained, sitting in the ancient Roman-style baths, on the steppes east of the Ural Mountains, under the boundless starry sky.

He said I was his Centaur.

Wherever I roam, my legion will be by my side.

That was an agreement between them.

Horus's brows furrowed violently as he closed his eyes, as if he were enduring some great pain, or perhaps the memory itself was accompanied by the delusion of being unable to return to the past.

Emperor.

Emperor!

Emperor!

Emperor! Emperor! Emperor!

"Emperor!"

锔.

At that very moment, accompanied by Horus's roar, another punch was thrown.

With his unique understanding of emperors and loyalty, coupled with his extremely repressed feelings as an emperor.

A tiny golden ray of light appeared in Horus's fist in the next instant.

"Thought Emperor Fist!"

"Thoughts flow like a spring!"

There was no skill, no magic.

It was purely out of emotional turmoil that he managed to unleash this powerful punch, a move that should never have been possible.

"What's this?"

Horus, having reopened his eyes, stared in disbelief at what lay before him.

The thick, churning warp storm outside the window seemed to have calmed down considerably after Horus punched it. Horus could even see the remnants of the golden light pattern in his hand flowing towards the warp storm!
[Reporting to Lord Horus, the warp storm ahead of our flagship is weakening for unknown reasons!]

[Praise be to the Emperor! The already shimmering starlight shone even brighter afterward, and we could feel its presence!]

Horus swallowed hard as he listened to the sounds coming from the communication system.

It is not for unknown reasons.

But the technique seems to have achieved results that I never dared to imagine!
Unexpectedly, a punch I threw casually was able to calm down the raging subspace storm to some extent!
What terrifying and powerful force this is!

Horus recalled the wondrous state he had experienced when he used it before.

Just now, the name of this move seemed to have just slipped out of my mouth!

"Thinking of the Emperor's Fist, thoughts flow like a spring."

Horus muttered to himself, looking at his pair of power rings, lost in thought.

Imagine that when you finally master this power that is of the same origin as the emperor, during one of the emperor's personal campaigns, you are unfortunately captured temporarily by a powerful enemy at a crucial moment.

Just when they were on the verge of death, Horus suddenly unleashed unimaginable power, rescuing the Emperor from the clutches of his enemies.
Then, how amazed the Emperor will be by Horus's power, and how proudly he will declare that he possesses power surpassing that of the Emperor.

They also possessed an emperor.

Hey.

Hey hey hey.
The Emperor's Pride

"Lord Horus's fleet has not arrived yet?"

Fully armed, Casgar asked through the communication system.

After completing the initial warp, Horus will travel with Fugrimkasga to the system to the left of the Mountain Array's route.

The guards on the right were handed over to the lion, who possessed a wealth of advanced technology.

Dark angels are adept at acting alone.

This is how he explained it.

To keep the secret, it would be better for the Dark Angels Legion to strike alone rather than cooperate as a team with limited resources.

Their experience sent a benevolent signal to their fellow humans scattered in the subspace storms of this galaxy.

But the inhabitants of this star system didn't seem to appreciate it. They appeared to have deployed a networked attack ship formation, with each attack ship consisting of a command ship operated by a small crew and four to six escort ships fighting around it.

The combat phases that are frequently encountered in the Great Expedition.

It's time for their Primarch fleet to lead the charge and wipe this out.

But Horus, the Primarch of the Shadowmoon Wolves, was nowhere to be found at this time.

[Apologies, everyone from the Third Legion. I had some urgent business to attend to and was a little late. Please forgive me.]

Well, his apologetic tone reappeared on the communication channel.

During this period of warp travel, I seem to have mastered a unique combat technique.

This time, I will demonstrate the true power of the Emperor!

[I won't even need the Emperor's Sons' army to intervene; I will face all the invading enemies alone!]

【oh? 】

Fugrim expressed great interest in this.

"Then I'll wait and see?"

Casca had a bad feeling.

An extremely ominous premonition.

　Alas, the Emperor is repressed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)