Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 172 This is the bond between Horus and the Emperor!

After his full-force slap, the holographic projection in front of him flashed several dangerous signals before gradually disappearing.

Of course, this does not mean that the crisis is over.

It was unclear whether it was because the orc warships outside were still bombarding the ship, but the entire ship began to shake in the next moment.

"Ezekiel, banging on the table won't change the course of the battle."

It's really hard to accept that Abaddon, who has always been invincible in battle, has been forced into this situation by a bunch of foolish orcs.

Seeing the company commander in another fit of impotent rage, Torgarden could only smile and shift his gaze away from him, turning instead to another member of the Council of Four Kings beside him.

That's new. But it can't really be considered new.

One of the strange things about the Council of the Four Kings is that, apart from Abaddon, Cyranus, and Toggardon, the remaining "king" never holds the position for long.

From about two hundred years ago when the Great Crusade began until now, this last seat has often been occupied by members of the Council of Four Kings who died on the battlefield for various reasons, and has even changed hands many times in a short period of time.

It only stopped when the current one, that is, above his head.

Horus Asimand.

He had a three-dimensional face with sharp, eagle-like features, and the same bald head and eyebrows as Horus. If it weren't for the slight differences in height and clothing, one might easily mistake him for Horus.

This is due to the genetic characteristics of the Sixteenth Legion's Shadowmoon Wolves—it causes some of the implantees' appearances to gradually resemble the Primarch Horus Lupecal.

This phenomenon is known as the "Son of Horus," and Abaddon was one of them.

Asimand, on the other hand, surpassed those sons of Horus.

He looks so much like him.

Given his striking resemblance to the original Horus, he is known as "Little Horus," though this title is only used when he is in a very good mood.

Or like Torgarden, who possesses the strength and courage to face him in a simulation battle.

And that confident sense of humor.

"Ah, of course, we don't want to hear someone shout that Horus is dead, Horus is dead, and then breathe a sigh of relief when they hear that it was little Horus who died."

"What's the result?"

"The result is that they were all actually dead. Haha, just kidding."

"Actually, none of them will die."

Perhaps realizing he had gone too far, he quickly defended himself.

"Cyanos, what do you think?"

Torgarden turned his gaze toward the member of the Council of Four Kings beside him, who was continuously working on a data panel.

The four of them were Horus's most capable lieutenants and, unofficially, the second most influential figures in the Shadowmoon Wolves after Horus.

As a master of void combat in Shadowmoon Wolf, his opinion was clearly more valuable than Abaddon's, who was caught in a rage and denial.

"It's hard."

"The gap in hard power between us is hard to bridge. The orcs' evolution speed is far beyond our imagination, and the company commander's irritable temper will only exacerbate our disadvantage."

The orcs we encountered before started fighting amongst themselves before we even had a chance to engage them, unlike how clever, cunning, and united they are now.

"It sounds very feasible, especially the second half."

Torgarden nodded in agreement.

In other words, orcs don't need any tactical thinking or extra ideas at all.

With their overwhelming firepower and numerical superiority, coupled with their innate fighting spirit and enthusiasm for war, they were truly formidable opponents.

In fact, you don't need any sophisticated command; just go all out.

In other words, this group of orcs—

— Fight like Peturabo.

"So, all we can do now is keep playing this game with them?"

"There is no other good way."

"As for your advice, I think we should—trust Horus."

Believe.

The situation outside is more dire than imagined.

More and more orc warships are returning to Goron from the other planets they have ravaged.

Sensing the arrival of the biggest and coolest Waaaaagh between them and the shrimp, they surrounded the expeditionary fleet from all directions at a frantic pace.

However, this urgent and dangerous situation did not seem to affect Primarch Horus himself.

This shows that everything was within his expectations.

He is currently in the command room higher up on the bridge, waiting for them to arrive for the meeting.

—Abaddon was actually quite opposed to this approach. In his view, the fighting outside had reached a fever pitch, and a decision should be made immediately, rather than at a time for complex and lengthy military conferences.

"He seems to have raised objections to Lord Horus's ideas again."

"Ezekiel (Abaddon), you're going after the Primarch again."

do not know why.

But something seemed off about Company Commander Abaddon—he seemed increasingly inclined to oppose the Primarch Horus during the expedition, even though it was clear that Horus's approach was better.

I don't know why.

"none of your business."

Ezekiel still seems to be furious.

He shifted his shoulder joints, causing his armor to creak and clang, and his long, black braid, resembling a shaman's whip, swayed. He suddenly stood ramrod straight and attempted to envelop Cyyanus with his armored body—seemingly using his slight size advantage to assert his superiority.

He was like a child who never grew up, from beginning to end.

"There's nothing more for us to handle here. Let's go to the command center."

The discussions in the command room were no different from those in the Council of the Four Kings.

As Horus's most capable assistants, their judgment of the battle situation would not be wrong.

"What we lack most right now is firepower, or to put it more directly, we lack an entire fleet."

Faced with the orcs' almost overwhelming firepower, Serjanus hesitated for a moment before responding to Horus's smiling question with these words.

"If we had another fleet at our disposal, the only tactic that could be used to encircle and flank would be incredibly effective—the greenskin fleet would be crushed like metal caught between an anvil and a hammer."

In their eagerness to fight the shrimp, the orcs followed the retreating expeditionary fleet like madmen, completely disregarding whether their formation would be shattered at this crucial moment.

All they needed was another fleet with equally powerful firepower to complete this comeback victory.

Unfortunately, no.

"Another fleet?"

Horus, still sporting his usual smile, asked, "Do you think I can conjure one out of thin air?"

"You can't do it?" Togarden seemed to be playing along. "What a pity, that could have been a great help."

Horus smiled slightly, and Sejanus noticed that the commander seemed to be enjoying the moment, but he couldn't understand why.

Sigh, this is a solemn military meeting.
Especially with the war still in a state of uncertainty, when did Horus become such a cynical figure?

"Perhaps not now, but soon. Ms. Yin, how long?"

The Star Speaker of Vengeance, Ms. Ing Mae Sing, pulled down her hood in annoyance, revealing her gaunt face and sunken, empty eye sockets.

The Star Speaker enjoys an unparalleled, limitless vision in one world, but in return, she will be blind in the real world.

Her voice was soft and delicate, but the certainty in her words clearly reached the ears of everyone on the main deck.

"You're right here, Horus," she said, her next sentence carrying a hint of reproach, "Don't pretend you don't know."

This guy is getting more and more dramatic.

I don't know whether this is good or bad for a legion commander.

"hey-hey."

Horus gave a triumphant smile.

“I’m sorry, madam. But what are these minor dramas compared to the grandeur and magnificence I’m about to display?”

He seemed a little too excited, which was understandable given the information he received next.

"Everyone——"

"The fleet is here!"

At the same moment Horus spoke, a strong ripple erupted outside the porthole in front of the group.

Like a sharp blade cutting through, a gap suddenly appeared on the surface of the physical universe.

Amber light, shimmering with boundless brilliance, overflowed from the rift in subspace. Brighter than the sun, the light surged forth from the gap, assaulting the senses. At the same time, countless colossal warships seemed to be traversing the passage through the rift that severed space.

"That is."

Countless mortal officers, whether they were in the command room of the expeditionary fleet's flagship, the Soul of Vengeance, or the warriors on the smaller warships engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the orcs, all stared at the infinitely radiant gap with the most incredulous eyes.

And from this gap emerged countless colossal objects inlaid with gold, marble, and countless rare metal alloys from across the universe.

A colossal ship that surpasses the limits of human imagination. Its prow is formed by a magnificent, soaring, two-headed eagle, while its hull is adorned with a vast city composed of statues and temples.

【Imperial Dream】

Only the brilliance of that one could be worthy of such a powerful and magnificent warship.

A peerless hero in the universe, the liberator of mankind, and the emperor among emperors.

he came!
Cheers resounded throughout every corner of the expeditionary fleet at that moment.

Whether in a vacuum where sound cannot travel, or in a communication channel filled with countless shouts of different languages, they erupted in unison.

Emperor!

Emperor!

That's the Emperor's flagship!
We are saved!
Although not everyone, especially those born in the Voidships.

Perhaps they had never had the chance to see the Emperor and his flagship, but in this critical moment, the belief that shone in the hearts of every human being was enough to make them recognize the brilliance of what they saw.

The Emperor, the king who once saved countless beings, an absolutely invincible being.

They've come to rescue them.

With the landing of the Imperial Dream
Countless warships followed closely behind, leaping out of the subspace, accompanied by a dazzling array of expeditionary achievements around the Imperial Dream.

Even if any one of them were enough to decide the outcome of a space war, the vehicle of the Lord of Mankind would dwarf these magnificent war engines.

[Counterattack]

No one heard this signal on any of their communications broadcasts, but it seemed to explode in the hearts of every human being, inspiring everyone to fight back against the aliens before them.

"Sometimes, we humans are just as belligerent as the greens, to be honest."

At that moment, Togarden said with a smile.

The moment the Emperor appeared, a fervent flame engulfed every warrior locked in fierce combat with the orcs. Whether fighters engaged in dogfights in the void or ship escorts battling the boarding backpackers, their eyes were instantly filled with an intense desire for victory.

fighting!

The Sixteenth Army's fleet—which was originally in a state of collapse—immediately stopped its retreat and completed its reorganization at an astonishing speed.

As if they had been preparing for this for a long time, the Shadowmoon Wolf warships adjusted themselves with a high degree of tacit understanding, gathering into a warship cluster that moved in unison. In just a few minutes, the human ships that were originally scattered and isolated on the battle line were combined into an attack formation ready to be launched.

The clarion call for the counterattack is about to sound!

The boundless fighting spirit surging forth was so intense that even the warlike orc lads before them felt a little intimidated.

These shrimp are crazy!

How fanatical! I think they're even more warlike than we are!

The moment the Imperial flagship emerged from subspace, the fleet that followed it eagerly leaped into the battlefield.

A barrage of blazing spears was fired wildly at the vulnerable areas of the orc's ancient giant tail and flanks.

Countless torpedoes, accompanied by the light curtain of the macrocannons and the flashes of explosions, traced deadly trajectories in space. Amidst the dense roar of fire from the Imperial fleet, countless cannon shots instantly incinerated orc ships, tearing them to shreds. And just as the orc fleet was desperately needing to regroup after this sudden onslaught, a second wave of attacks inflicted even greater damage.

It's hard not to think that the previous defeat of the Horus fleet was just a ploy to lure the enemy deeper into their territory, in order to wait for the Emperor's arrival and complete the flanking maneuver of the Orc fleet.

At the same time, such a divine and heroic rescue at a critical moment will, on another level, bring more support and faith to the Emperor.

Horus has never been without his own little schemes.

Such a meticulous plan—what if the emperor, for some other reason, fails to arrive in time?
impossible!
In Horus's dictionary, the emperor would never betray him, Horus!
This is the bond between us!

Thirty years, centaur, gold ring.

A collaboration between the Emperor and Horus.

Not only that, but even the expeditionary fleet from the Third Legion has followed the Emperor to this area!

However, the Third Legion seems to have been overlooked by Horus.

The Emperor, with a fleet of unimaginable power, tore the Orcs apart, making them understand the terrible price to pay for daring to attack humanity, the new rulers of the galaxy.

The most crucial thing was not the weapons and firepower, but his own arrival.

In this galaxy, no matter how terrifying the creature or how powerful the opponent, none can defeat the combined strength of the two of them.

From chasing after human shrimps and yelling "Waaaaagh!" to being blasted to pieces by human shrimps' warships and never being able to yell "Waaaaagh" again, it only took a few short minutes.

The battle lines, which had been scattered under the enemy's offensive, immediately and desperately reassembled into a poised attack formation after the Emperor's arrival. The individual green-skinned ships, fighting separately, were utterly powerless against this unified and massive offensive, and one after another, they were reduced to nothing in the explosions.

The remaining remnants of the Greenskin army began to converge on the heavily fortified Star Fortress [Goron].

The escort ships of the two expeditionary fleets cleared a path through the stubbornly resisting orc fleet with concentrated artillery fire.

Next, it was time for them to blast this damned orc star fortress, [Goron], into ruins.

As for this perfect moment of pursuit, it would naturally include a collaborative meeting between the two legion leaders.

That was Horus's long-awaited reunion with the Emperor; he had been preparing for it for a long time, just waiting to be able to be with the Emperor—

and many more.

Uh, to be precise, it's three people.

Fugrim: "I'm still here!"

"Hey! Hey! Horus, I'm here too!"

Fugrim spoke to Horus in an almost utterly helpless tone.

Even if the Emperor's Sons fleet was merely following the Emperor's fleet and firing in coordination, this level of neglect is simply too exaggerated!
"what?"

Horus's tone in the communication signal sounded surprised and embarrassed.

"Forgrim? Sister, you've come here to join the battle too?"

Are you here too?
What do you mean you actually came here too?
Fugrim was nearly driven to jump up in anger by Horus.

Wasn't their Third Legion flagship always following the Emperor's Dream and tearing apart the orc warships?
Horus, you—

It's like seeing an emperor and selectively ignoring all other living beings!
Sigh, there's no saving this kind of person.

You must not be like him.

For some reason, Kasgar suddenly said this next to Fugrim.

"Of course, how could I possibly ignore everyone else because I'm so focused on you?"

Fugrim smiled and turned her head to one side.

"You agree, right, that commander, the son of the emperor?"

Uh... what was his name again?

“Vesperzin. Primarch, my name is Vesperzin.”

"Ah, yes. Vespasian, prepare for our journey to the Firebird of Vengeance. We will be meeting up with the Emperor and Horus, who can't see anyone but the Emperor."

The Emperor boarded the Vengeance Soul.

Under the glorious and fervent gazes of countless Shadowmoon Wolf warriors, the landing craft, symbolizing the crown of the Lord of Mankind, and the three hundred Imperial Guards warriors in golden helmets and armor following behind them, stood in stark contrast.

Along with the somewhat lackluster legion of the Emperor's Sons, they became unnoticed by anyone, and boarded the warship together.

At this moment, the Emperor and the Legion are one—in the vast galaxy, no force can sever the connection between the Emperor and his warriors.

Everyone is as one.

Without any orders or instructions, in that instant, the warriors of the Shadowmoon Wolf all raised their heads, and a battle cry erupted simultaneously from the mouths of ten thousand warriors, long-lasting, deafening, and full of heroic spirit. With this cheer, they expressed their most sincere welcome to the human lord who had descended upon this land.

Not only that, but ordinary people were also rushing to the scene—recorders and preachers of imperial truth.

They formed the outer perimeter of the deck.

For mortals, this is probably the only chance in their lifetime to witness the splendor of the Lord of Humanity; such glory, such a remarkable sight, they would never allow themselves to miss out on the Creator of the Galaxy.

"here we go again"

Fugrim had seen many instances of the Emperor being revered by other legions.

To be honest, she had always envied the emperor for being able to win the love of so many people with his charm.

"Father!"

Horus knelt on one knee, revealing the most ardent smile ever seen by ordinary people.

However, the thought that such a charming centaur gold ring would drive Horus mad made Fugrim's envy of the Emperor lessen considerably.

Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite.

Sometimes, being too charming isn't a good thing.

“This tactic was taught to me by Chagatai,” Horus said proudly. “He called it ‘scraping.’ I can’t learn his speed of changing formations, nor can I ‘scrape’ as fast or as ruthlessly.”

"Based on the characteristics of our Shadowmoon Wolves, we created this [fist] offensive."

"You did very well."

Emperor
Perhaps he was smiling? But from Casca's angle, you couldn't make out his face at all.

Emperors are all different people, and will always appear differently in the eyes of different people.

In Casca's eyes, his face always seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, making it impossible to see clearly.

Kasgar was also curious about what Horus thought of the Emperor's face.
(The face of a seducer)

(Horus said that the Emperor was always a master in seducer.)
(master!)

"I didn't expect you to return so quickly after welcoming the Primarch. I also have good news: not long ago in Alpharis, which is also our—"

Welcome the Primarch
What original?
"Yes, that's right. Corax will also be leading his own legion soon, joining us in the Great Crusade."

The emperor nodded slightly in response.

“Not just Corax,” Horus continued, seemingly oblivious to the awkwardness, “I’m referring to another Primarch brother, from the Eleventh Legion.”

"?"

The emperor, who had been shining with golden light, suddenly seemed to be shrouded in an unimaginable cloud of doubt.

Although he still maintained a smiling expression, the emperor's smile seemed more dangerous and unfathomable than usual.

".Father?"

This kid clearly has a lot of wrong memories in his head that he shouldn't have.
It must be corrected!
"Horus, my child, I am so sorry."

In an instant, a golden light flashed across everyone on the deck of the Vengeance Soul.

"Huh? What am I doing here again?"

Horus sat in the command room looking rather odd.

Emperor!

Yes, it's the Emperor and his Emperor Dream!

The Emperor has come to his aid with his invincible fleet!
After meeting him on the deck of Vengeance Souls, they exchanged a few pleasantries. Since the orcs on Geron had not been completely wiped out, the Emperor returned to his flagship in his landing craft, planning to launch the next attack on the damned orc planet with Horus.

As for why he suddenly woke up alone in the command room...
Uh... I'm not sure.

"And it seems like he's forgotten something. Forgot what?"

I always feel like something is missing from my mind.

I can't remember, but I keep reminding myself that something seems to be missing.

Very strange.

"Never mind, the battle is the priority now. If you can't remember, it means it's not important."

Horus had a very open-minded view.

Fugrim: "."

Unbeknownst to her, Horus seemed to have overlooked her.

Horus, somewhat dazed, pushed open the door and walked out of the command room.

Those were his council of four kings.

“Ah, Izekel, and Taric and Asimand.”

He smiled and opened his arms to his most loyal subordinates.

"How's our battle going?"

"We can't get through."

Abaddon shook his head in denial.

The Emperor and Horus fleets possess formidable firepower, arguably unmatched even in the entire universe.

However, the orcs seem to have used some kind of witchcraft that humans cannot understand to create impenetrable protective force fields on the surface of their planet, enough to intercept all firepower aimed at the Goron.

Firepower alone is not enough to break through.

"So, what are our countermeasures?"

"Yes, but it was the commander Casgar Sherlock, the son of the Emperor, who brought it up."

“He was her only Primarch husband,” Torgarden said with a smile, “and also the prototype, or rather, Primarch, for your centaur gold ring, sir?”

“Tarik, shut up. This is not the time to talk about this.”

Abaddon interrupted him impatiently: "He seems to be able to know the orcs' information and weaknesses in advance through his prophetic abilities. We are processing this intelligence."

Gorong is not actually a natural planet.

It is a planet that was "molded" by the orcs using the powerful gravity of the ion furnace core to attract a huge amount of waste and garbage.

The planet's core is the spherical chamber containing the ion furnace, which acts like a magnet, attracting various impurities that make up the planet's surface.

This is also why Goron does not have a fixed orbit for revolution and rotation.

In other words, this thing is actually more like a mountain formation than a planet.

However, because of its enormous size and mass, and its spherical shape that lacks any aesthetic appeal or technological sophistication, it appears to outsiders as a planet.

Its weakness lies in the ion core at its center—destroying this thing will cause the Orc planet to disintegrate automatically.

"A very bold guess. What did the Emperor say? Did he agree with Casca's point of view?"

Kasgar's words were indeed sensational before people had even seen the Battle Moon.

"Yes, it may seem unbelievable, but the Emperor truly believes that this is our goal."

"Moreover, he will soon arrive at the Vengeance Soul again to complete the assembly."

A few hours later.

What a familiar scene!
Horus, standing on the deck of the Vengeance Soul to greet the Emperor, couldn't help but think this.

It felt like I had just experienced it not long ago.

Oh right, how come the Emperor's Son and Fugrim are also on the deck of the Vengeful Spirit?

When did it come?

(End of this chapter)